Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

There will always be only one.

He must make a choice.

The midnight ghost stopped to ponder the images in his mind—if, for a fleeting moment, he could even sense that these possible futures were actually real.

All the changes were not cold choices, but rather the gradual consequences of his constant influence—he could steer the future in a better direction.

Midnight Ghosts can do it!

He can help this boy, and many other victims and those who have gone astray. He can lead Nostradamus towards a brighter future in a gentler, better way.

But... can he really do it?

Midnight Ghost fell into doubt.

He also saw how ridiculous he was for causing the entire plan to fail in his pursuit of that tiny bit of redemption.

From then on, no one feared the midnight ghosts; he had utterly failed.

Therefore, he must punish every crime and kill every criminal.

There was no mercy, no compassion, and no courage.

The fear of the midnight ghosts overwhelmed not only all the people of Nostrama.

Fear also overwhelmed the midnight ghost itself.

"For justice."

He said.

Then he extended his hand.

It has nothing to do with redemption, honor, or ideals.

It's just justice.

So he killed him.

Nostrama, now.

Above near-Earth orbit, a transport ship from the Cult of Mechanics is arriving above the planet with a large supply of Eighth Legion gene seeds.

A group of robust young men, accompanied by imperial officials and sages of the Cult of Mechanics, emerged from a room filled with various mysterious mechanical devices, curiously gazing at all the strange objects within.

They have completed the first step of gene seed implantation, and as new recruits, they are undergoing compatibility tests to determine the genetic seed's fit with their bodies.

As the first batch of Nostramerian Night Lords personally selected by the Night King of Nostramer, the quality of their soldiers is obviously high.

At Koz's request, these most powerful and intelligent young people, who are also the most outstanding on the planet, will be sent as Nostramore's blood tax to transport ships from the Empire.

Ultimately, after undergoing a series of genetic modifications, he became the Midnight King's space warrior, fighting for him on the battlefield.

"The examination is complete. The adaptability is unbelievably good, and there are no mutations."

“Jago Sevitalyon, the one on the Sevita list, please step forward.”

As the sage of the Mechanic Church called out names, a murmur rippled through the neatly arranged newcomers.

Regardless of who he is or what he has done, the fact that he has been singled out by the Midnight King suggests that his only fate is death.

Even death is a luxury.

"I'm here."

A pale-faced young man with black hair and black eyes, possessing almost entirely Nostramo features, walked out with an innocent expression.

He had no idea what crime he had committed that warranted being personally named by the Midnight King.

"However, according to the requirements of Lord Casca, the commander of the Sons of the Emperor, your future training and education will be completed in the Sons of the Emperor Legion."

"The Commander hopes that you can better master the knowledge of legion management within their legion and ultimately apply it to the Midnight Lord."

International students.

"So, who am I now?"

“Ah.” The Mechanicus sage turned around. “The Commander is on our Voidship. Yara, take this recruit to him.”

"Are you getting used to the days of the Midnight Lord?"

Led by a mortal officer into one of the rooms on the warship, Casca, clad in purple-gold Astartes power armor, turned to face the officer.

This was also the first time Sevier had met a high-ranking Space Marine commander.

He tried to examine the other person closely with his eyes, looking for differences in this giant who was even taller than him.

First, there's his appearance. As the second-in-command of the legion, Casgar Sherlock looks incredibly young.

It was as if everything had frozen at the moment he became a Space Marine, his perfect face unchanged by the hardships of battle.

Not even battle scars remained.

As a young man from the bottom nest, Sevita remembered hearing about it somewhere:

A warrior without scars is either pampered—like Sevita after Coz became the Midnight King, where no one, even in the Deep Nest, dared to fight him;

Either he is powerful enough that no one can leave even the slightest mark on him in battle.

(Actually, there are many more, but burning them with warp fire will solve the problem.)

Despite his youthful appearance, this commander is likely to be even more experienced than Sevita had imagined.

Don't judge a book by its cover.

Sevita bent down again, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the red helmet the other person was holding between his arm and body.

His armor was primarily a deep purple, resembling a whelk. Accompanying this beautiful color were intricate and complex gold patterns, giving the entire suit of armor an exceptionally luxurious feel.

Good nails.

That's a really nice nail!

As a new recruit who had just joined the Astartes Legion, Sevita had absolutely no way to refuse the Primarch's handcrafted armor, which even veterans would drool over.

In particular, the helmets are specially painted red as a striking feature.

A very creative idea.

"That's what I was thinking," Servita thought.

He decided that once he got his own power armor and had the chance, he would definitely paint his hands red.

I've heard that this might not be a good omen, but what does it mean?

As a commander, Kasgar painted his helmet red, a symbol of punishment. Why can't I, Sevita, do the same?

Good heavens, isn't this cool?

"Reporting to the Commander, after the initial gene seed implantation, I can feel a powerful force constantly surging within my body."

"Lord Casca, what are your orders?"

“I wouldn’t call it an order,” Casgar glanced at the still-new recruit, Sevita, “but you’ll probably be working with our legion from now on.”

That's impressive.

Since Koz returned quite late, and he was of Nostramo descent, he only joined the Legion after the Primarch returned.

A Space Marine who can be transformed in a very short time and quickly stand out in the Legion, growing into someone who can manage the entire Legion in a civil way and fight to a draw with Sigismund in a military battle.

Unfortunately, he eventually went down the wrong path with Coz.

"This matter is not complicated—I want you to accompany me as my attendant to investigate the corruption on the planet Nostramore."

The root of the problem with the Midnight Lord lies in the source of troops.

If Casca wants to resolve this, he needs to make the commander of the Midnight Lords realize the crucial information that the nobles on Nostramo are unreliable.

That's right.

It is the true legion commander of the Night Lords, not Koz.

This guy doesn't care about anything. If he knew that his governance of the entire planet would collapse in less than a few months after he left, and that the methods of governance would vanish so quickly after he left, he would be terrified.

It's hard to imagine how crazy he could get.

Let the true commander of the Midnight Lords clarify these matters first.

Even if the other person is still a new recruit.

The flagship of the Emperor's Pride.

During these days of study, although Rogdorn wasn't exactly a considerate teacher, he made sure that Kurtz didn't miss a single thing in learning all the knowledge points.

Although Rogdorn enjoys sharp criticism and offending people, he is always sincere towards others.

The same applies to Coz's education.

—However, it's not very useful.

After all, he wasn't the commander of the Midnight Lord's legion, so teaching him more about legion management and team coordination wouldn't be of much use.

In any case, it's definitely not Koz who will be in command in the end.

As for Fugrim, her concern for Koz was genuine, unlike her other brothers who harbored some deep-seated resentment towards her. Kind-hearted Fugrim truly wanted to lend a helping hand to Koz, who was in trouble.

As for Casca...

He could actually sense that Casca genuinely wanted to help him. But!

This guy! He's not Re—!

Ugh!

Forget it, I won't say anymore. If I do, the Emperor will probably use his psychic powers to slit my throat again.

The thought of the dirty deal between the two men made Koz furious.

Fortunately, during these days, as long as his mental state didn't deteriorate to the point of developing a split personality, the three Primarchs got along relatively well.

Until today, the situation has changed slightly.

"What did you say?"

Fugrim looked at Koz with some concern.

After fighting alongside the Imperial Fist forces, Koz suddenly said this out of the blue.

"I'm going to Nostramo."

Koz said, as if he had made up his mind.

"But we still have a long expedition ahead of us, and we can't abandon you until your condition improves."

Fugrim still remembered Kasgar's instructions before he left—never let Koz return to Nostramore during this time.

He's handling some matters on Nostramamor, and if things go well, this could very well be the key to the Primarch's mental health improving.

Koz seems to be in a very fragile condition right now and must not be given any more stimulation.

"I'm going to Nostramo."

He just kept repeating that sentence.

"I'm going to Nostramo."

Nostrama, the surface of the earth.

A light rain was still falling. Kasgar and Severta, two Space Marines, were sitting in an extra-large and wide black groundcar (40K car) as they drove along the not-so-wide streets.

Although Nostramo is now under the lingering influence of the Midnight King, no one dares to run a red light, and the order is impeccable.

However, with the population explosion resulting from the sharp decline in crime rates and the full redistribution of wealth, these narrow lanes are clearly not enough.

But these street plans made up of STCs are not something that Coz can change by killing people.

"I didn't expect you to know how to drive."

To conceal their whereabouts, Casca and Sevita both changed into black trench coats commonly seen in Nostramo, as their casual attire when traveling.

"But to be frank, this won't fool those powerful families at all."

Kaska smiled wryly: "These guys probably already have an intelligence network running throughout the entire planet."

"Knowing that space warriors from space are coming, they will definitely pretend to be innocent, as if they have truly reformed under the influence of the Midnight King."

“Once we leave, they will definitely bare their fangs again and target the Nostramo people once more.”