Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

He didn't choose randomly!

Not to mention Koz, even Casgar will go crazy.

My head hurts, my head hurts.

Other Primarchs could be persuaded, but this was Roguedon! The most stubborn Primarch.

He was unwilling to leave, and no one except the emperor could persuade him to leave.

(I am Rogdorn: I can't do it either)

Not to mention Commander Kasgar, that little prince of the emperor.

Looking at Koz, who had fallen silent and gloomy again, Casgar began to think about what to do.

Kaska previously relied too much on super psionic power to become popular.

If you encounter a problem with the original, just burn it with fire first, and it works really well.

As a result, Kasgar is now somewhat powerless to solve Koz's psychological problems with psionic flames.

Coates' tragedy was rooted in his own character.

Or rather, in the Emperor's default settings, Koz is an extremely fanatical and obsessive righteous maniac.

When the Emperor created Coz as an enforcer, he likely considered first binding the trait of "hating evil as if it were his enemy" to Coz.

Then, during his elite education at Terra Palace the day after tomorrow, he will be taught the compassion and empathy required of an enforcer, so that Koz can become the Lord of the Imperial Enforcers with Primarch powers.

But an unexpected warp storm disrupted the Emperor's plans.

From a young age, Kurtz had no one to guide him. As someone who lived in the purest dog-eat-dog world, his thinking inevitably began to go to extremes.

Enforcement with attitude, stun gun with compassion.

His strikes are swift, and his peeling is powerful.

As for the Midnight Lords legion he belongs to, that's pretty awesome.

The Night Lord's betrayal has resulted in his entire army being in cahoots; not a single one of the veteran criminals from Terra and the new criminal recruits from Nostramore is human.

During the Great Rebellion, they all followed Coz in the rebellion, and not a single loyalist emerged.

This legion and its commander, Koz, are both incredibly powerful. Where is Casgar even supposed to begin?!

"Have it!"

Wait, the commander of the Midnight Lord's legion?

Who said Koz is the commander of the Midnight Lords' legion!

—It's clearly Sevita who should be there!

It's better to develop Sevita than to develop Coz!

As the true commander of the Eighth Legion's Midnight Lords, when Koz's mental state was not good, all the affairs of this legion were carried on Sevita's shoulders!

In fact, when Coz was stable, it was Sevita who did all the hard work.

Training Sevita to stop the criminals of the Night Lords, improve the atmosphere, and prevent the entire Night Lords from gradually falling into the abyss is far more effective than standing still and lecturing Koz!

As for Koz...

Doesn't he also enjoy the treatment of being the company commander of the Midnight Lord?

Take care of yourself in your old age!

"Forgrim".

Kaska looked up and said.

"If possible, please form a joint fleet and give Lord Koz some time to familiarize himself with space combat."

"I'm preparing to go to Nostramo."

Chapter 151 I am the Midnight Ghost! I am the Midnight Ghost!

Nostramo, decades ago.

When Nostramore was still shrouded in endless darkness and corruption, when the Midnight Wraiths were still just a distant legend of the hive city.

The daytime here is slightly brighter than the nighttime.

At noon, in the thinnest part of the cloud cover in the entire Nest City, one might be fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the faint light cast by a decaying star.

Nostradamus remained unchanged, the same gloom everywhere, with no sense of alienation in color.

There are also the billboards, the lights in the houses, and the endless noise from traffic.

The changes in light between day and night are so subtle that no one pays attention—the brightest day in Nostramo is not much better than the midnight in ancient Terra when only moonlight remains.

A tiny sound.

In the dimly lit alleyways where no one manages or cleans, the midnight wanderer can hear the faintest sound—in the garbage-strewn city, it is difficult to sneak around without making a sound.

Except for midnight ghosts.

He silently leaped onto the towering spire roof—an extremely ancient structure that the midnight ghost recognized.

His innate knowledge told him that it was manufactured using some kind of STC template. He didn't know when the construction was completed, but this extremely sturdy and durable material, even after being soaked in endless murder and filth for thousands of years, still only bore the marks of time.

The midnight ghost put those thoughts aside and crawled slowly and darkly forward until he reached the edge of the roof, where he stared into the alley with his night-vision eyes.

Two young men with drawn blades were slowly moving forward in the alley, looking at their prey who had been cornered against the wall—a young woman trembling with fear.

Again.

Midnight Ghost thought to himself, this was something Nostrama was most accustomed to and used to.

As for the two young men with knives, they were just the most common street thugs seen in Chaodu.

Useless scum is everywhere in Nostramore's lair.

The woman's attire was noticeably more presentable, and the fact that she could survive in Nostramamo with such a figure and naivety suggested that she came from a distinguished background.

Perhaps soon, retaliation from their protectors will make these two reckless fools pay the price.

Even so, the two thugs wielding knives continued to approach.

This did not prevent her from facing the misfortune that awaited her.

But he can.

Midnight ghosts are acceptable.

Just as the two young men's hands were about to touch the woman's clothes, and their greedy eyes were about to see what they wanted, a huge figure landed in front of them without making a sound.

"Let her go," he said.

"Midnight Ghost!!!"

It seemed that these two young thugs would rather leave themselves than let the girl go.

One of them chose to fight to the death, rushing towards Midnight Ghost with a knife, while the other did not move. In this filthy alley filled with garbage, Midnight Ghost could also smell a stench of urine.

The thug who dared to charge at him had his head easily broken off—the midnight ghost didn't like pointless torture (at least not yet).

As for the lone girl, Midnight Ghost never intended to take her home or ensure her safety.

She ran away, and may encounter other misfortunes in the darkness—but the midnight ghost doesn't care.

For him, punishing evil was the only thing that mattered.

He stepped forward and looked at the thug who was frozen in place, too scared to move an inch.

Approaching little by little.

"Hey!"

Just as the midnight ghosts were slowly pressuring him, just as they had been pressuring the girl, he suddenly let out a low moan, covered his head with both hands, staggered a few steps, and stopped in place.

Countless timelines began to wash over his mind, allowing him to see even more.

The perception of another time and space forcefully squeezed into the mind of the midnight wanderer.

The thug gradually disappeared into the distance, turning into a tiny black dot.

The thug died, killed and devoured by the midnight ghost, his remaining corpse hanging at the top of the spire as a warning.

This case never happened.

Before the midnight ghost could make a move, the thug was beaten to death by the female security guard who arrived at the scene.

More and more images rapidly appeared in his mind, rising and falling from the boundary between what should exist and what already exists. The two overlapped and intertwined in complex logical changes, pushing each other forward, yet remaining intact.

As the scenery changed, he seemed to see it more clearly—as the boy struggled to back away, the Midnight Ghost re-examined his actions with doubt, wondering if they had gone too far.

He gradually began to have doubts about his own theories on justice and punishment.

This made him stop, and then he reached out a hand of redemption—not murder.

The other person seemed to hesitate and stopped; he too reached out his hand—the boy's.

—Kazan.

Midnight Ghost saw this name in another possibility of the future.

He grew up under the guidance of midnight spirits.

Soon, as time went by, his vision expanded beyond the ridiculous limited perspective that had once bound him, and he turned his attention to a more far-reaching and greater cause.

Inspired by his goodwill and hope, he stepped forward and restored the neighborhood to its former cleanliness, order, and vibrancy. More and more thugs, hooligans, and killers left the streets in his presence.

They, like him, were reformed and educated, transformed from criminals into another mentor.

In the future actions of the midnight wandering spirits, every tiny soul contributes its meager strength to change. This strength, like grains of sand forming a tower, collectively shatters the blood-soaked old rules.

And on those filthy ruins, a new and better social order was established.

For this, they thanked the Midnight Spirit. Everyone loved him for the changes he brought about.

This was the ending he had dreamed of.

But in the next moment, everything returned to the moment when he reached out to help the boy.

This time is different from the last time.

The boy seized his chance and stabbed the Midnight Ghost with his knife. Some strange force propelled it, allowing it to barely pierce the bone plates of his chest and sink into the Primal's heart.

It won't kill you. But it will be very painful and uncomfortable.

This was not the ending he had hoped for.

Then the scene changed again.

This time, when the midnight ghost offered a helping hand, the boy reached out and shook its hand, ultimately surviving.

A guy who managed to survive the midnight ghosts!

As a result, he became famous.

His legendary story has inspired more and more people to face their fears in the dark. After learning that the so-called midnight ghosts are just slightly larger homeless men, few people are afraid of this lone superhero.

It's impossible for him to be at every crime scene at the same time, nor is it possible for him to arrest all the criminals at the same time.

Even if you kill desperately, kill like crazy, until the whole nest is covered in blood, it's useless.

The rain in Nostradamo was still just as heavy.

So poisonous.

The fear from the midnight ghosts has been dispelled.

Just like in the future, when Koz learned that too many Nostrama criminals had infiltrated the Legion as blood taxes for new recruits, the entire Legion had become corrupt.

At this point, it would be meaningless for him to kill any more Midnight Lords.

Those scum will still shout "Long live the Lord of the Night!" and do their dirty deeds in the name of justice.

Killing is very effective, but sometimes killing can fail.

This is an ending he absolutely does not want to see.

The future was laid bare before the midnight ghost.

But no matter what, there can only ever be one future.