Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Casca's words were pessimistic.

"But people nowadays will never go back to the past, they understand that!"

"Going back to the past will only lead to Nostramer's destruction; only the order brought by the Great Night King can save Nostramer."

Isn't that obvious?

Sevita expressed his confusion about Casgar's words.

Under Koz's intimidation, everyone in Nostrama was terrified and became completely submissive.

How could anyone possibly dare to commit a crime on Nostrama?

Isn't this person afraid of death?

“Sometimes the human mind is just so strange, Seppie.”

"Stop at the alley ahead."

Kasga pointed ahead and said, "When the temptation of adventure is great enough, they'll even sell the ropes to hang themselves."

"Hanging? The Midnight King would never use such a painless and unoriginal method of execution."

“A metaphor, Sevita, it’s just a metaphor.”

Casca reluctantly got out of the car and opened a black umbrella.

"Destroying the entire Nostramo would be a matter of moments for me."

He took a step forward, stepping over the puddle in front of him: "But if we want to turn all of Nostramore into a true paradise on earth..."

"That's far more difficult than killing a few villains."

"Where are we going now, sir?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

Kasga laughed and said, "Or rather, we've already reached our destination."

"what?"

Several months have passed since the Midnight King left Nostramor, and unrest among the Nostramorians continues to spread across the hive city.

A long-standing desire for thrills and novelty has gradually replaced the past fear of the Midnight Monarch.

People in the hive city began to become less law-abiding.

People started running red lights, littering, and urinating/defecating indiscriminately.

They were not punished in any way.

Or rather, apart from a madman like the Midnight King, who would sentence someone to death for running a red light and then broadcast their miserable state to the whole world?

This really isn't the work of a madman?

Gradually, the probing became a little too much.

Gang warfare is gradually reappearing in Nostramo.

But this time, a fierce gang fight was discovered by the Imperial Guard.

Then catch them all in one go.

They desperately begged the Imperial Guards for forgiveness.

The fear was overwhelming; the sheer terror of seeing the horrific deaths broadcast live in billions of videos for the world to enjoy.

Several gang members thought with fear.

But in the end, they were put into prison without any real danger.

cell!

They wept bitterly in their cells, praising everything they could imagine.

So, committing a crime only means going to jail, instead of being torn to pieces by the Midnight King in unimaginable ways and having the whole world watch it, with the corpse ultimately hanging from the rooftop!

Your Honor!

These guys have never felt so welcome in a place like this before.

After the new governor took over Nostramore in place of the Midnight King, he naturally abolished the cruel laws left by the Primarchs through consultations among the various families, replacing them with legal provisions that were in use in the various worlds within the Empire where the Imperial bureaucracy resided.

At least when it came to 30K, people still paid some attention to the law.

It's not necessary to use "heretic!" to deal with every situation.

After the laws were amended, the courage of the entire planet seemed to gradually return to the era before the Midnight King.

(If this isn't changed, where will the prison inmates come from to serve as blood taxes and tribute to the Midnight Lord?)

More and more Nostramo people began to unleash their long-suppressed nature.

Nostramo, alleyway.

"You...? What do you all want to do?"

"What are you doing? To teach you a lesson."

The words had barely left his lips when a powerful impact rang out, followed by a faint groan.

"This is our Sawtooth Gang's territory, you son of a bitch, don't you have eyes?!"

Then there was another knocking sound.

The dark alleys of Nostramore were naturally the best place for these gang members to carry out their punishments.

The Imperial Guard's forces could not possibly cover all hive cities on a planet.

When these guards are absent, gangs spontaneously organized by lower-class residents take over their ecological position.

Upward, these people began to embezzle funds allocated from higher levels; downward, they gradually reverted to the old model of collecting protection fees.

"Where's the money? I'm asking you, where did the money go?"

"No. They've stopped paying me, and I'm looking for a new job."

"You son of a bitch, you think I'll believe your lies? Five seconds, I'll wait five more seconds, hand over the money obediently, or you'll get another beating."

"You! You all!"

The guy, his face bruised and swollen, seemed to have gone all out, roaring angrily at the gang members.

"The Midnight Ghost. He will come looking for you!"

Thinking they had something to say, the thugs burst into laughter when they overheard such an empty threat.

Still spouting nonsense about the Midnight King?!

Midnight King, that tyrant, that beast who disregarded human life, is long gone!

Right?

He's gone, and he's never coming back!

The world has returned to the people of Nostrama, and they will no longer live in constant fear of the Midnight King as they once did!

"Oh, really?"

Just as the three thugs were closing in, a shout suddenly came from above, from the black eaves of the house.

"Who?"

"Midnight Ghost!!!???"

They shouted the words at the top of their lungs, and the three thugs watched in despair as two giant black figures descended before their eyes.

Wait, two?

The thugs were taken aback and carefully examined the two unusual guests in the dim light of the nearby streetlights.

Also, why are those two guys dressed so strangely?

Their upper faces were completely covered by black masks, revealing only their chins. And on their tight-fitting masks were two small, demi-human-like tufts of hair!

Blasphemy!

In addition, their black bodysuits featured a golden winged claw in the center and a skull with bat wings on the other.

It doesn't seem like a vicious midnight ghost.

They seem more like troublemakers.

Actually, when Casca made his suggestion and asked Sevita to wear it with him, Sevita refused.

In that instant, the image of Casca in his mind collapsed.

Is this guy really an idiot?

Sevita secretly scoffed at the thought.

Many people who meet Kasgar for the first time may marvel at his unfathomable nature and doubt that beneath his youthful appearance lies unfathomable strength and cunning.

Unfortunately, whenever someone tries to show him even the slightest respect, he starts to speak.

"What do you know? This is Batman's costume. It's so much better than that Coz's tattered patchwork blouse."

Using his own knowledge, and some knowledge of materials, weaving and forging learned from Fugrim, he created several Batman bodysuits with powerful bulletproof and concealment functions.

It's bulletproof, lightweight, and even has some stealth capabilities—Kortz would never find anything like it!

"We came for you."

To be honest, adding "们" (men) significantly reduced the deterrent effect.

"WTF!"

"You are not midnight ghosts! There are never two midnight ghosts!"

Although the two men seemed to have some mental issues, their height of two and a half meters made the thugs wary.

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be midnight ghosts?"

Casca's method of solving the problem was also very simple.

The problems of Space Gotham City should be solved using Space Batman's methods.

"Who am I? Hmph."

Kasgar gave a disdainful laugh and yanked his black cloak with a powerful tug.

"I am Alpha Midnight Ghost."

"And this one—"

Kasgar gestured with his outstretched hand to the other [Batman] beside him.

The other party fell into an awkward silence.

You're just spouting nonsense!

Casca gave a quick, sharp pat on Sevita's ribs.

Tsk.

Quick, say the words.

"I am Omega Midnight Ghost."

"I can't help it," said Sevita helplessly.

Chapter 152: Gold Coins Galore!

It was a small shuttle that landed in low Earth orbit, parachuting from a transport ship in low Earth orbit to a helipad near the capital of Nostradamo.

Compared to the various capital cities of Nostradamo, there are fewer vehicles traveling here, and the buildings and population are also somewhat sparser—as one of the few "airports" near the capital, this place has always been the residence of wealthy families and clans.

But who exactly is this person who can travel to and from the planet's surface in a luxurious Skyhawk shuttle?

With a hiss, the engine shut down, and the cabin prepared for transporting senior personnel opened.

empty.

The car was completely empty; no one got out.

Just as if opening a hatch to allow air in, after a brief pause, the crew in the cockpit closed the hatch and restarted the engine.