Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Sevatar was ready to take a gamble. He led some of his Black Armored Guards to the designated location and contacted the fleet and the Legion's think tanks. After reviewing the situation, Sevatar realized that the enemy might have used psychic teleportation, so he deployed some of his think tanks around to limit the enemy's psychic power. Then, he would use the ship's guns to wipe out this terrifying guy and himself.

However, while the idea was rich, the reality was harsh. The Legion Librarian's psychic energy was as illusory as a soap bubble before the enemy. After being countered by the psychic energy, the enemy also used some means to cut off the information transmission. Then, it was a one-sided slaughter. The battle process is unnecessary to describe. A blue figure rushed into the ranks with speed that even the Space Marines could not catch up, and slaughtered them indiscriminately. Some were reduced to a ball of bloody foam by a punch. Others had their souls taken away. A moment later, Sevatar was left alone with this man face to face.

"Okay, can you still stand up? Come with me." The traveler walked over and looked at Sevatar with a strange smile. He didn't plan to extract Sevatar's soul because he had other plans.

"I..." Sevatar instinctively wanted to curse. He wasn't afraid of life or death, and he'd long since realized he was a scumbag and a villain. A sinful death might not be far away for him, but his loyalty to the Primarch made him unwilling to die like this. He knew that if he died, the Legion would most likely fall apart. He couldn't tolerate such a thing happening.

"I surrender, you are the winner." Sevatar struggled to his feet. The damaged power armor made a teeth-grinding sound, but the nano-repair layer began to work, and the power armor could still be kept functioning. The traveler had only "lightly" touched him.

"Are you giving in now? What were you doing before? Wait a little longer until Koze comes." The traveler turned around and sneered.

"If the Night Lords withdraw from here, we will hand this place over to Terra or other legions. How about the Ultramarines? They are known for their kindness and friendliness towards civilians. You don't have to do this. Just return our human souls and let this matter go, okay?" Sevatar said a little excitedly. He could now confirm that the other party was indeed powerful enough, powerful enough to defeat the Primarch!

Sevatar knew that there were many in the galaxy capable of defeating the Primarch. Not to mention the Randan xenos, who had been annihilated before he joined the army, Sevatar had also encountered some in the current Legion. In fact, the Emperor had expressed his displeasure with the Night Lords more than once, even sending the Raven Guard Krax to warn Curze. (This incident is mentioned in the background.)

At that time, alongside Clarks was a figure believed to be a lieutenant of the Iron Warriors. When Curze and I saw this figure, we felt a sense of invincibility. That time, however, it was merely a warning, and no action was taken. This time, however, some entity had decided to strike! Although the casualties were minimal, his actions sent a chill through Sevatar.

"What do you want? You can't kill the entire Night Lords Legion, and the Emperor won't allow it. What else do you want? Why did you come here? What is your purpose?" Looking at the traveler who remained silent and continued to travel through the hive, Sevatar roared loudly.

"Well, let me tell you about my plan. Is it feasible?" The Traveler turned around and said with a smile. "Look, if you are so depraved and beyond redemption, I would first eliminate you and a few others with some organizational skills. Among you villains, there are very few who can unite the Legion. And what about Curze? He is obsessed with the prophecy and cannot extricate himself. He cannot lead the entire Legion. As for me, I only need to destroy your command structure."

"Next, the Night Lords will become a loose sand. As for Curze, perhaps he is extremely disgusted with his Legion and the home planet itself. The Emperor and the other Primarchs will never allow such a group of corruption to spread everywhere. The rest of you will be incorporated into other Legions and become cannon fodder. Curze will be deemed unable to lead this Legion and be dismissed from this position. Or, he himself does not want to lead the Legion. He may even give up his own initiative. Then, the Night Lords will become a thing of the past. An infamous Legion will disappear, which is in the interests of all parties."

"Of course, in the future, a new legion may be established based on Koze's gene seed, but it will be led by other people. Koze may have the title of honorary legion commander, but it will have nothing to do with you trash. Isn't this result and plan good?" The traveler whispered in Sevatar's ear.

"You devil! Who sent you here? The Emperor?" Sevatar demanded harshly. He was truly terrified at that moment, for he knew this plan might actually work! The Night Lords were extremely unpopular within the Legion. Curze had even fewer friends among the Primarchs. Fulgrim might be one, but there were even more who disliked Curze! Furthermore, throughout the history of the Imperium, there were Primarchs who were temporarily deprived of their Legion command. Angron was the first, so why couldn't Curze be the second?

Compared to Perturabo's fleet-driven assault on Angron, this man's tactics were clearly more "gentle" and ruthless. This disintegrated the Legion from within, leaving it uncontrollable and allowing the Emperor or someone else to seize control. Even more tragically, Curze himself harbored a deep dislike for the Legion and was unwilling to command it. He was obsessed with prophecies, periodically withdrawing into his own world. At times, Curze would even speak to corpses, seemingly like a psychopath, rather than care for the Legion. Therefore, it was possible that this move could have directly led to its collapse.

As for the question of whether this fellow feared the Emperor's wrath? Putting aside the question, Sevatar himself suspected this fellow had a close relationship with the Emperor. Most importantly, would the Emperor personally intervene over the deaths of a number of high-ranking members of the Night Lords? Definitely not! Would those Primarchs and Legions who had a feud with Curze seek revenge for these scumbags? Definitely not! At least from what Sevatar saw, some people were eager for the Night Lords' demise! After all, it wasn't the first time the Night Lords had betrayed their allies. (The Night Lords betrayed the Iron Warriors in the background, and they also used orbital bombardment to prevent Magnus from recovering something. It's not an exaggeration to say they were unpopular.)

"As for who sent me here? I was just passing through and I wasn't happy with you, that's all. Don't threaten me with the Emperor. If I don't kill Curze, I'll kill you all, and the Emperor won't care." The Traveler spoke with all the truth. "As for the others? Those who can manage don't want to, and those who can't, why should I care about them?"

"You know what? I'm a rather strange person. I particularly like to fight violence with violence and evil with evil. I don't care about salvation. That's the Emperor's business and has nothing to do with me. Of course, if you scum can be used for some good before being cleaned up, I'd still be happy to do so." The traveler said with a smile.

"That's good, at least we are still useful?" Sevatar felt relieved.

"In fact, Curze brought order to our home planet, albeit an order under violence and terror." Sevatar decided to make another effort, trying to convince the person in front of him.

"Don't tell me that. I'm not interested in that. I've seen a lot of so-called excuses like that." The traveler sneered.

"Then how are you nobler than us? You are also using killing and terror to force us to surrender." Sevatar retorted.

"I saved hundreds of millions of people. What a great merit!" The traveler's words left the other party speechless.

"You actually want to reason with me now? Look at your past, have you ever reasoned with others? No? Then why do you expect me to reason with you? Do I look like such a moral person? Stop dreaming, I have no intention of reasoning with you now. There are only two results of today's game. Either you get rid of me, or you continue according to my rules of the game." The traveler snorted coldly.

Afterwards, in a corner of the hive, the Traveler threw Sevatar aside. He did not restrict Sevatar's actions, and did not even confiscate his communication equipment. The Traveler was so confident that he believed that as long as he did not want, Sevatar would not be able to contact the outside world. It had nothing to do with divine power and psychic energy, and he had no authority. He was just a jamming device from the Golden Age.

The Traveler sat in a corner and began to carefully plan his next move. He began to divine, but the results of the divination surprised him, as he could vaguely sense that some subtle changes had taken place in Curze's fate.

"This change is quite subtle," the Traveler said, somewhat surprised. Honestly, up to this point, "He" hadn't done anything to Curze, even though the fates of people were interconnected and could potentially be disrupted. But now, before the Traveler had even made contact with Curze, he had already shown a positive reaction. This was truly intriguing.

After delving deeper into the reason, the traveler couldn't help but laugh. The reason was simple, without all the entanglements of fate and calculation. It was simply because his actions against the Night Lords had indeed "purified" the Legion to some extent. Some of the most heinous and corrupt were eliminated, while others were also deterred. And after these changes, Curze seemed to glimpse a brighter future.

Chapter 307: Koze Shrouded in Prophecy (6k)

It was precisely because Curze had glimpsed the future's light that his mind, previously tormented by darkness and curses, began to recover. If one were to rank among the Primitives with the greatest certainty of fate and prophecy, it would undoubtedly be Curze!

Did Curze ever harbor a yearning for a brighter future? He certainly did. After all, after a tragic childhood, he had used violence and fear to establish order on his homeworld. While his methods were a bit bloody, they were at least better than before, and the people of Nostra were deeply grateful to Curze. This also gave his Legion a special kind of cohesion. Although most of its members could be described as villains, they might occasionally speak ill of their Primarch, but when trouble came, they would truly fight! This had been proven countless times.

When Curze escaped custody (held for severely wounding Dorn), his Legion followed him, unafraid of the Emperor's pressure. When he was pinned to the ground and nearly slain by the Lion, it was his descendants who saved him at great cost. Though many later claimed the act was unworthy, their actions demonstrated their loyalty to the Primarch. Later, when Curze decided to confront Jonson again and board the Invincible Reason, everyone knew it was a trap, and Sevatar and the others followed Curze... Finally, to see the Primarch's face and voice once more, over 3 Night Lords gathered in a system, simply to watch a recording...

After his return, Curze was constantly haunted by prophecies. These prophecies were almost always dark, such as the death of innocent people he could foresee. Initially, he did attempt to change the outcome of the prophecy and defy orders, but repeated failures severely damaged his spirit. After countless failures, Curze resigned himself to his fate, or rather, resigned himself to it. When the prophecy came true, he didn't even want to resist, even though it foreshadowed his own death.

Ultimately, it was this prophecy that led Curze to predict the Emperor would send someone to kill him, leading to his ultimate collapse. He revealed this secret to Fulgrim, his former teacher, who in turn shared the prophecy with Dorn. Dorn, a straightforward man, then decided to have a conversation with Curze, and the two sides began arguing and fighting. Curze was subsequently imprisoned, and the subsequent series of events led to the Night Lords' ultimate descent into darkness.

In the end, Curze always believed that he was following an unchangeable fate. Even after the end of the Horus Heresy, when the Emperor earnestly urged Curze to repent and not be manipulated by fate, Curze still refused. In his base, he waited for the assassins to arrive without resistance. He surrendered to fate, hoping to prove himself right. It was fate that brought him to this point.

Curze could accept his own fate with equanimity, so when the prophecy told him that a bright future might await him, Curze believed it even more firmly. On the one hand, he trusted his own prophecies so deeply, even to the point of blind obedience. On the other hand, despite growing up in the muddy land and witnessing much darkness and filth, Curze still considered himself a man of justice, albeit a somewhat distorted justice.

"Has a day already passed?" Curze glanced at the clock on the wall, lost in thought. Just then, he'd had a dream, a truly remarkable one. He dreamt that an unobservable being had entered the planet and, using similar methods to his own, used slaughter and terror to stop the Night Lords' slaughter. This being was so powerful, appearing and disappearing without a trace, that in a short time, it had either slaughtered or, through a unique method, gathered the souls of hundreds of Night Lords.

This unpredictable being, amidst the slaughter, cried out, "Curze, I am here to save you." Other Primarchs, faced with such a dream or prophecy, would have dismissed the dreamer as insane or perhaps even a bit unhinged. But this was Curze! He was not entirely normal. Furthermore, Curze felt this being's actions were strikingly similar to his own! Hadn't he established order in Nostrum using the same method? Thus, Curze developed a sense of empathy for this unpredictable being in his dream! After all, you couldn't fathom the mind of a Primarch with a mental issue.

As for the slaughter of his own descendants? While most of Curze's descendants were undoubtedly loyal and devoted to their Primarch, Curze was far from close to his own descendants. He even expressed deep disgust at some of their actions, even though he'd certainly done many similar things... Double standards have always existed. A Primarch who decisively annihilated his own homeworld couldn't be expected to place much value on his ordinary descendants.

"We are moving from corruption and pain towards the light, although the light may sting our skin and eyes, which are already accustomed to the darkness. But no one can refuse to stand in the light. I will meet my destiny, and so will my Legion." Curze recalled the scene in his dream, then adjusted his armor and pushed open the door. Outside, a group of high-ranking Night Lords were considering who would "disturbing" the Primarch. Finally, when Shen was about to press the doorbell, the door opened.

"Your Excellency." All the Night Lords saluted their Primarch.

"We..." Shen hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and prepared to describe what had happened in the past period of time.

"I already know. Fate has given me a revelation." A rare smile appeared on Koz's face. This smile was not one of sinister or cunning, but one filled with hope and joy.

"I will meet my destiny. I will go to meet him, that's all," said Coze.

"Sir, this unknown existence is very powerful. He even captured Captain Sevatar with ease. You need our cooperation to deal with him." Shen said carefully.

"Fate tells me that I will be fine this time. Sevatar is also safe." said Coze.

"Father, they have imprisoned many of our legion's high-ranking officials and killed many people." Thor, known as the "Faceless Prince", said loudly.

"I allow you to retaliate against him in the Nostram way." Coze looked at his subordinates with a playful look on his face.

"This..." Thor was speechless. After all, even Sevatar and the Black Guards knelt so easily, so what qualifications did the others have!

"Some of you disobeyed my orders. You weren't searching, you were killing. Your actions have been punished. You should resolve these matters yourselves," Curze declared righteously. Although he had given the order to massacre one-tenth of the population, that didn't stop him from playing double-standards at this point... And wasn't Curze's reasoning sufficient? He was only preparing to do it, not yet beginning. But his own offspring's unauthorized killing was disobeying his orders. For such matters, I'm lucky I didn't punish you, even though Curze often turned a blind eye.

"Sir, I'll go with you." Shen thought for a moment and said.

"I am willing to follow you too." The Faceless Prince also said. Although he had just been scolded by the Primarch, the Bat Cubs didn't care. They really loved their father.

"Don't go. That being will kill you for your sins." Curze shook his head. "Shen, get ready and come with me. The rest of you remain at your original positions. Also, no killing or torture, or you will suffer the consequences!" (Curze also tried to control his subordinates at first. The original Nightbat Council was more like a military court, established to prevent certain members of the Night Lords from killing mortal crew members.)

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"Sir, are we just going to search for each other aimlessly?" Shen asked worriedly. Half an hour ago, he and Curze were teleported here together, and then, the Primarch took him to search for each other aimlessly. During this process, Curze's facial expression kept changing, and he was whispering, talking about things that even he didn't understand.

"Are you questioning me?" Coze looked at Shen. Although his tone was cold, he didn't seem angry. "My predictions are always accurate, and it tells me that this time, neither you nor I will be in any danger."

"But this being came with the purpose of punishment." Shen said.

"So, I might get beaten up, but thank my father I won't be killed." Curze's expression changed slightly, as he remembered his brother, and his teacher, Fulgrim. He had once mentioned something in a casual conversation: that the Primarchs were not invincible in the galaxy. He also mentioned a few other things. However, when Curze curiously wanted to ask more, Fulgrim chose to remain silent. Curze tried to use his prophetic gift to explore his brother's past, but found nothing! This filled him with a newfound awe of the galaxy!

"My lord, we cannot let this matter end here. The Midnight Lords cannot tolerate anyone humiliating our father like this." Shen said firmly.

"Of course this matter will not end like this. This is a great trial. I will challenge a powerful existence, and you will also experience a baptism of blood and fire." Koz recalled the fleeting fragments in his mind.

Then, when they turned a corner, Traveler and Sevatar appeared in front of Curze and Shen.

"My lord, I disappoint you." Sevatar, standing by, saluted upon seeing his Primarch. The Traveler completely ignored him, simply looking at Curze before him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Curze had seen a moment of light, a fact the Traveler had anticipated. He hadn't interfered with Curze's prophecy, and even revealed some of it. And now, Curze seemed to be in a relatively good mental state.

"This isn't your fault, my Captain," Curze said, waving his hand. He then looked at the Traveler.

"I have heard of your existence. My brothers have various names for you. Some call you the Ancients, some call you Sages, and some even call you the Ancient Saints," said Koz.

"Ancient Sage? Sorry, I don't deserve it. I really don't deserve it." The traveler felt a little ashamed after hearing this, but he still deserved the first two titles.

"I didn't expect that I would meet one of them here, and even let Your Excellency take action personally." Koz said.

"You know why I'm here, Curze," the traveler said easily.

"Yes. You claim to be here for righteous purposes, yet you employ the same methods as I do. In this respect, you and I are no different. We both use violence and fear to force submission. I teach those who resist the Empire obedience through bloodshed, and you do the same. Even my father won't punish me for this," Curze said with a hint of defiance. Sophistry and insistence on one's own so-called justice are Curze's hallmarks, and they are indispensable.

"Well, is it possible that the Emperor has too many things to do and has no time to take care of your affairs?" The traveler touched his chin with a pensive expression.

"So, you came here on my father's orders?" Curze's face changed. Curze was a very contradictory person. On the one hand, he was extremely dissatisfied with the Emperor, but at the same time, he also knew that the Emperor's tolerance for him was very limited. Just like in the background, before he was thrown into space by Sanguinius, he claimed that he would return to Terra with the Angels and that the Emperor would forgive him. He understood this so well that even in the end, the Emperor encouraged him to resist his fate.

"No, I just deal with you and your annoying legion according to my own ideas. I know that you see a glimmer of future in your destiny, and the fact that you are willing to come before me means that you want to change. It's not bad that you haven't been completely buried by corruption and darkness." The traveler said calmly.

"Haha, I'm dark? I'm corrupt? Little do you know that in this galaxy, the greatest darkness and corruption may be those people who are dressed in bright clothes. They make rules that benefit themselves to oppress and exploit others. When someone is willing to resist, they slander these people and say that they are breaking the law. Behind the bright clothes is unimaginable darkness. And I just use more direct means to deal with them. As far as I know, many of my brothers often use similar methods, such as the Space Wolves. Ferrus and Jonson are not so clean either." Coze said.

"What you said makes some sense, but what does this have to do with the civilians? They are oppressed and exploited under the rule of the corrupt bureaucrats. When you put down the rebellion and get rid of those corrupt bureaucrats, you still want to take action against them. What did they do wrong? Why should they be slaughtered and oppressed at any time?" the traveler asked in return.

"They betrayed the Empire! I just gave them the necessary warnings, and no warning is more direct than bloodshed and slaughter. Many legions have done this," said Curze.

"But they saved more people. Many legionnaires died in the process of saving civilians. Massacre and fear are never the most effective methods. After all, fear and massacre cannot scare some truly strong and resilient people. Just like you, the dark rule of Nostrum did not make you submit. On the contrary, you resisted them and eventually succeeded. It was only because of your limited ability that you could not think of a solution. Then you believed that you were right and did not try other methods."

"The dark environment and the hardships of childhood are a test for a child of the Emperor like you, but they are not reasons for corruption. Vulkan fought hard against the Dark Eldar's raids on Nocturne. Russ led his people against the cannibalistic environment of Fenris. Even Mortarion took up arms to resist the oppression of the xenos. And you? You resisted the oppression of darkness, but not completely, because you then plunged into darkness."

"You always call others hypocrites, and you always use the most vicious language to curse their kindness. Do you know why your predictions are always sinister and dark? Because the essence of prophecy is the entanglement of the prophet's subjective consciousness and fate. The long river of fate has countless tributaries, and under your subjective consciousness, you choose to look at those dark and filthy tributaries, while at the same time following the prophecy, stepping into the quagmire again and again."

"Don't question my words. You are willing to come to me, isn't it because you see a ray of hope? And the reason you see the light is because you are also dissatisfied with yourself and your legion. Now, because of my intervention, you see a ray of light in the future. This is change, a very simple change." said the traveler.

"Haha, I changed myself. I tried so hard to change countless dark destinies, but I failed. Do you understand the frustration of trying so hard but still failing? Fate cannot be defied!" Coze suddenly said hysterically. "You don't understand prophecy at all!"

"Is it possible that there are many paths in the future, but you subconsciously chose the one you most want to take and which is also the easiest path to take? For example, this time, you chose to come to me because you saw the possibility of being beaten up by me. Because, equivalent to other futures, getting beaten up is the easiest thing to achieve for you? You just need to lie on the ground and let me beat you up." The traveler smiled and described the scene predicted by Coze.

"Isn't this what you wanted to do?" Curze sneered. "If you don't attack me, then I'll attack you. I believe my fist is strong enough. Or will you choose to escape?" Curze's prophetic ability was limited. In previous prophecies, he saw himself being struck down by the Traveler and the entire Night Lords Legion being thrown into a bloody battle. He subconsciously believed this was inevitable.

"Of course this is not inevitable." The traveler snorted coldly.

"Haha, then I will make it inevitable for him!" Koz suddenly rushed over like a ghost, and the lightning claws on his two hands were as deadly as the sharp teeth of a poisonous snake. He aimed at the traveler's heart and neck, and showed no mercy!

The traveler smiled at Curze, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A portal immediately appeared in Curze's path. However, at this point, he was unable to change the direction of his charge. Then, Curze's huge figure flashed in and disappeared from the portal...

"The future is never unique," the Traveler sneered. As a racial deity, the Traveler's prophetic abilities were infinitely superior to Curze's. Curze saw one possibility, while the Traveler saw countless. He wanted to break Curze's superstition about prophecy, but for the Traveler, it was simply a matter of exerting influence and shifting the perspective.

"Damn it." Sevatar and Shen raised their weapons angrily as they looked at the disappearing Primarch.

"I will take you to find the Primarch. If I leave, no one will know where Curze is." The traveler said with a smile.

"I will pull out your skin and make you suffer..." Sevatar did not stop. At this moment, in extreme anger, his psychic power broke out. White flames burned on his weapon. The terrifying power carried the weapon with psychic flames and chopped towards the traveler's head.

"Huh." The traveler raised one hand and nodded slightly, and then Sevatar was thrown 20 meters away like a broken sack, breaking a coolant pipe, and the flowing coolant gave him a thorough bath.

"Calm down." The traveler then looked at Shen and asked him to calm down as well.

"The Emperor will not let you go!" Sevatar roared angrily as he struggled to walk out of the coolant.

"Oh, you're thinking of the Emperor now? Don't you have a grudge against him?" The Traveler said jokingly, then his expression changed. "I threw him onto a planet that was being attacked by Orks. The Space Wolves garrison there was defending against the Orks. The enemy was very powerful. If we had gone too late, Curze might have been in trouble."

"You dare not, the Emperor is stronger than you." Sevatar said.

"Do you dare to gamble? With your Primarch's life!" The Traveler sneered.

"Tell me, what are you going to do?" Shen spoke. He really didn't dare to use the life of his own original body as a bargaining chip with this ignorant existence.

"Of course, take your fleet and reach that planet as quickly as possible to rescue your Primarch. What else do you want to do? You must act quickly." said the Traveler.

"If you can transport our Primarch, then you can certainly go too. You go first and ensure his safety. Then I will take the entire fleet. We won't break our oath. We can spare everyone in this system, and we'll owe you a favor, a favor for the Legion," Sevatar said. He had great confidence in the Traveler's combat prowess.

"I'll go with you." The traveler said indifferently.

"You're going with us? Everyone wants to tear you to pieces!" Shen said gritting his teeth.

"So you have to cover me. As for someone who wants to tear me apart? Why don't you try it?" said the traveler.

Chapter 308: Koz's Journey (6K)

After all, some people are experts at lying, or perhaps even gifted. After a brief exchange, Sevatar and Shen had already woven a lie. Their pretext was simple, yet logical: Curze had engaged in a fight with an unknown entity, who then unleashed psychic energy. The psychic energy then transported Curze and the unknown entity to a planet. Sevatar claimed to have learned the planet's location through prophecy. Everyone should lead the fleet to rescue them!

"So, what are you going to do next?" Sevatar asked after the traveler told Sevatar the coordinates of the planet.

"You go ahead. I might go take a look around the Nightfall and explore the maze inside," the traveler said with a smile. As in the background, the Glorious Queen-class battleship Nightfall wasn't built on Mars, but in a shipyard above Mr. Pixar's home planet. And just like in the background, Mr. Pixar fulfilled Curze's request and designed a maze aboard it.

"Do you treat our flagship as your back garden?" Shen said angrily.

"Although it may not sound good, it's basically the same. Go quickly. If the Primarch is missing, I'm afraid the entire legion will be in chaos. Now that Curze is gone, Sevatar, the responsibility on you will be much heavier. Don't let me down." The traveler smiled and his figure gradually disappeared.

"What should we do?" Shen asked.

"What else can we do? Go save the Primarch. He needs us," Sevatar said. Honestly, today's events had completely shattered his entire worldview. Simply dumping a Primarch onto a planet dozens of light years away was simply...

"But what if this guy continues to attack us?" Shen asked.

"That's his business and has nothing to do with us. If he wants to kill you, then you can't escape. If he doesn't want to kill you, then it's okay. It's been a long time since I felt that my life was in the hands of someone else." Sevatar said.

"However, now that the Primarch is not here, if we want to mobilize the entire legion..." Shen said with some concern.

"Taking the entire Legion is impossible. We must act quickly. We have two days to take those willing to go with us. Those who wish to stay, let them stay. As for those who cause us trouble, we will eliminate them!" Sevatar declared firmly. He also realized that without his Primarch, his prestige as "Grand Steward" was insufficient. Even so, Sevatar shouldered his responsibility. He decided to take as many Night Lords as possible to rescue his Primarch. As for future revenge against the Traveler? True to form, the Traveler doesn't care. Come if you can!

Just as Sevatar and Shen returned, using various tactics, threats, deception, and perhaps even generous offers, to assemble a fleet to rescue the Primarch, the Traveler also teleported to the Nightfall. After all, this ship was built by Boss Pi, and the Lord of Radiance was the Iron Warriors' second-in-command. For the Traveler, being aboard this warship was like coming home. If He wanted, He could even chat with the warship's Machine Spirit.

Of course, the Traveler wasn't that free right now. Curze had to be kept under close watch; nothing could happen to him. In a corner of the Nightfall, the Traveler began to watch Curze's "Battlefield Survival" records.

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