Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"A hearty slaughter." After ripping the last orc heavy armored boss in half, Curze licked his lips. Just moments ago, Curze had passed through a portal and was suddenly transported to the group of orcs. Curze had no idea where he was, nor did he have time to consider why he was there, as the orcs' power claws and various large guns were already aimed at him. Amid the orcs' deafening war cries, Curze launched a charge, and after a bloody battle, he successfully slaughtered all the orcs!

However, this was only the beginning. He saw countless orcs all around him, and what he had to do was fight his way through them. His prophecy told him that dozens of kilometers away, there was an isolated human stronghold, about to be submerged by the green tide, and that there, Curze could obtain supplies. As for contacting his own legion, that was impossible.

"Has the prophecy been broken just like that?" Coze fell into deep thought. His prophecy had told him he would be beaten up by this guy, but now, he hadn't done it. Invisibly, his prophecy had been broken. This was a huge shock to him, after all, his predictions had rarely failed.

"Perhaps that fellow does have a point." A peculiar smile played upon Curze's lips. He didn't resent the other party for playing him so hard. After all, it wasn't the first time that he and his Legion had betrayed their allies and committed evil deeds. In Nostramu, he had witnessed too much double-dealing and betrayal. Although Curze had a dark side, the pride of a Primarch taught him to accept defeat when his skills were inferior.

"That stronghold will inevitably be breached. No one inside will survive." Curze gazed at the stronghold in the distance, and the prophetic scene unfolded. Inside were a large number of civilians and a small number of planetary defense forces. They were isolated and helpless, and their capture was only a matter of time. Curze simply wanted to grab some supplies and then leave. An hour later, Curze had fought his way through the greenskins outside the stronghold and arrived inside.

"Sir... are you here to save us?" Major Jason of the Planetary Defense Force asked hopefully, looking excitedly at the figure, who was far taller than the average Space Marine. He had never imagined that the person before him was a descendant of the Emperor, a noble being known as a Primarch.

"No, I'm not here to save you. I'm just taking some things away. Your fate has been determined. This stronghold will be captured by the orcs, and you will all die. This cannot be changed." Koz's cold words echoed in the stronghold.

"That's a shame. If you want to leave, you can try to repair the Stormbird gunship in the warehouse. You're not from the Space Wolves, are you? A group of Space Wolves warriors came to support us earlier. It was because of their hard work and sacrifice that we were able to evacuate everyone here. If you want to leave, that gunship is your only hope. Of course, I hope that if you can repair it, you can take these civilians, especially the children, away. Please," the major said with some regret. This place is one of the Space Wolves' fiefdoms. Major Jason had already realized that the other party was not from the Space Wolves. He didn't know which legion the other party came from, let alone the identity of the Primarch, but he knew he had to stay here. Jason didn't believe that the man before him could break through the tide of greenskins on his own two feet without the help of a gunship.

"I told you all you'll die. There's no saving you. This is fate," Curze snorted. "I'm just here to grab some supplies. That's all."

"Lieutenant Dahl, take this gentleman to the warehouse." Disappointment filled the Major's eyes. However, the other party wasn't a Space Wolves, and he couldn't demand that someone who looked like a high-ranking commander from another Legion be stationed here. He had no idea why the other party had come here, but as a soldier, he knew there were some things he couldn't ask. All he could do was offer some assistance to his allies. Thanks to the Space Wolves' immense production capacity, their fortresses and strongholds were well-stocked with equipment. They could just take whatever they wanted.

(Primarchs also needed various weapons in individual combat. For example, Curze, who was wreaking havoc on Macragge, set a trap with dozens of grenades to ambush the two Primarchs, Guilliman and Jonson.)

"Sir, please follow me." Lieutenant Dahl said, and then took him to a warehouse.

"The Space Wolves are truly generous," Curze sighed as he looked at the various ammunition and weapons in the room. It was hard to imagine that such a mortal stronghold could have so many weapons stored there! However, among these numerous weapons, Curze spotted two at a glance.

"Is this a plasma gun?" Coze said with interest as he looked at the plasma gun, which was obviously too large for an ordinary Space Marine to hold.

"Yes. Guns this big are enormous even for Legionnaires, but for some reason, they're everywhere." Lieutenant Dahl was also a little confused. After all, he didn't know these weapons were meant for werewolf-transformed Space Marines! He could only guess that these weapons were meant for some larger individuals.

"This thing is great. It fits perfectly on my power claws." Curze smiled and fixed the weapon to his lightning claws. For a werewolf warrior, the weapon was just the right size. It was a little small for a Primarch, but it was perfect as a secondary weapon affixed to the lightning claws! The other weapon was also a shooting weapon, but Curze was a little confused. Because, it was not among the standard weapons of the Legion!

"This thing is interesting." Of course, Koz couldn't say that he didn't recognize this weapon.

"This new weapon is called an electromagnetic gun. It uses electromagnetic acceleration to fire ammunition. The energy comes directly from the power armor. It is more effective than a grenade launcher against heavily armored targets." The lieutenant explained.

"Has the Space Wolves reached this point?" Curze said with some surprise.

"This is an important industrial world, and this stronghold is also a vital weapons depot. If we can't hold it, we'll have to blow it up. Before that, you can take whatever you want." A hint of fear and despair crossed the lieutenant's face, but he quickly regained his resolve.

"I like your weapons very much." With the help of the lieutenant, Curze fixed the two weapons on the lightning claw. At the same time, he also loaded the ammunition, energy packs, and various bombs. By the time he finished packing everything, night had fallen.

"Very good, this will be a night of killing. I'm going to enjoy it." After saying this, Coze left the warehouse and disappeared into the night after leaving the building. Coze liked killing, especially killing aliens.

An hour later.

"This feels good!" Feeling the slight vibrations of the railgun and plasma gun on the lightning claw, Coze nodded with satisfaction. Just now, he used the two weapons he had just acquired to kill at least one team of super-heavy bosses and several stolen vehicles.

He now had a deep understanding of the saying that the Wolf Pack's products were of the highest quality. While the Night Lords also obtained some supplies through special channels, such as Sevatar's Chapter Master Centurion Terminator, Curze was still deeply impressed by the exquisite craftsmanship of even an ordinary soldier's weapon. The plasma gun, in particular, seemed to never overheat no matter how it was used. It even had a power adjustment button for overload. The violent vibration and whistling sound typical of plasma weapons were absent from this weapon; at most, it emitted a gentle buzzing sound. Its power and accuracy were both top-notch, which made Curze, who usually didn't use long-range weapons, feel a little tempted.

"It would be such a shame if those precious things were destroyed like this." Koz looked at the stronghold in the distance that was still under siege by orcs.

"I can't let Russ's children say the Night Lords' Primarch is just taking things for free," Curze muttered to himself, rubbing his chin. As a Primarch, Curze could tolerate being accused of being a villain, but he absolutely couldn't be accused of taking things without doing anything! After all, stealing things is a matter of skill, but giving things away for free can feel like charity. With this thought, Curze glanced at the Ork artillery position in the distance. Then, he pulled a dozen plasma bombs and grenades from his backpack!

Tens of minutes later, accompanied by a series of explosions and orcish roars, an orc artillery position and a nearby ammunition depot were destroyed. And this was just the beginning; tonight was destined to be a killing spree for Curze. Curze relished the process, but at the same time, Sevatar, aboard the Nightfall, was like an ant on a hot frying pan, scurrying about in circles.

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"Sevatar, the industrial planet called Talwar is in a very bad situation. It has suffered a large-scale Ork attack. It is conservatively estimated that it would take at least 3 Space Marines and their attached fleets and equipment to barely stop it. And now, the main force of the Space Wolves is fighting in a distant star region. There is only one large company of troops deployed on the planet and the troops that can be provided for assistance in a short period of time. Even though this large company has a large number of people, with 1.1 people. But it is still not enough." Shen said with difficulty.

"We have nearly 2 Space Marines. It's a stretch, but we have no way out. Our Primarch is on that planet," Sevatar continued after a moment's contemplation. "Speak to the commander of the Space Wolves near this planet and tell them we're willing to cooperate. Just have them provide fire support. Aren't the Space Wolves supposed to fire from a distance? We'll handle the charge and close combat."

"And gather more Night Lords fleets to this galaxy," Sevatar ordered.

"How about I go talk to the Space Wolves?" Shen asked with some concern. After all, the relationship between the two sides wasn't very good. Besides their mutual dislike, the most important thing was that the Night Lords had once attempted to attack the Wolves' transport ship... and only gave up after being discovered. After all, the Space Wolves were among the most powerful of the Legions, and their tempers were quite explosive. It wouldn't matter if they didn't know who had done it, but if they knew, revenge would be a matter of minutes.

"Okay, you get ready." Sevatar nodded.

"So what about the Primarch?" Shen asked.

"Let's just say we were ambushed by xenos, and the Primarch was transported to this planet by some xenos artifact. No further details. The dignity of the Legion and the Primarch must be maintained," Sevatar said. The fact that their own Primarch had been transported here was, in fact, quite embarrassing. But it was also understandable, as other Primarchs had also encountered outrageous xenos. There were actually quite a few xenos that could pose a threat to the Primarchs.

Of course, according to the Night Lords' previous thoughts, if possible, they would just kill everyone who knew about this matter. But unfortunately, this is on someone else's territory. If the Night Lords dare to do it, maybe the next time it will not be the Raven Guard that comes to their door, but the Dark Angels and Space Wolves!

"Okay, I'll go right away. You must keep our men under control," Shen said with some concern. "That guy came aboard the Nightfall?" Shen asked softly after hesitating for a moment.

"I don't know, maybe he came, maybe he didn't, but he stopped killing. This is also good news." Sevatar said.

"I hope this calm can continue," Shen said.

Meanwhile, the traveler, hidden within the Nightfall, was sorting out the future of this matter. So far, so good. At least Curze was no longer obsessed with the prophecy, because the events he had predicted had changed. He had predicted that the stronghold he had visited would fall and everyone would die. But because he stayed and aided the stronghold's defenders, fate changed, and the stronghold was saved. Curze had changed the pessimistic prophecy with positive and proactive actions.

The changes to the Night Lords continue. If nothing unexpected happens, the Night Lords who arrived with Sevatar will suffer heavy losses. Numerous Night Lords officers and soldiers from Nostram will be killed. This presents an opportunity for the Night Lords to recruit new soldiers. The Traveler will find a way to "persuade" Curze to gather new soldiers from other worlds. Then, the Traveler will have another "good talk" with Sevatar, asking him to rectify military discipline. Of course, if he's unwilling, the Traveler is willing to assist him in handling related matters.

The Night Lords' problem requires addressing two key aspects: Curze's mentality and the corruption and depravity of the Legion itself. This is a complex process, and a single solution is unrealistic. However, with a good start and a positive feedback loop, the Night Lords' fate will gradually be rectified.

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"Ahem." Curze spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. Just now, he'd been besieged by a group of orcs. The battle had been going smoothly, but the orcs' psychic lads and warp-cannon master technicians had appeared, catching Curze off guard. The latter appeared almost instantly in an open field, and then proceeded to unleash a deluge of psychic energy and warp-cannons, overwhelming the orcs and Curze alike. Although Curze ultimately managed to strangle all the enemies, he had also sustained some damage. By then, his weapons were exhausted!

"I need to rest and then find a place to replenish my weapons." Curze said as he thought. He didn't dare to use the orcs' weapons. He could only see if there were other human strongholds nearby.

"Huh?!" Suddenly, a vision of the future surfaced in Coze's mind. The fortress that had been predicted to be destroyed was still standing. Invisibly, its fate had been changed. Thinking about it carefully, Coze instantly understood everything!

"I changed my fate? I changed a tragedy? I changed a tragedy with my own strength?" For a moment, Coze was overcome with ecstasy. This was undoubtedly a victory for him! This was the first time he had changed his fate with his own strength. If the previous time Coze was thrown to this planet by the Traveler and thus changed his fate from being beaten, it could be attributed to the Traveler's overpowering power, thus distorting fate. But now, Coze had achieved a breakthrough.

"I changed my destiny! I knew I could do this!" Curze muttered excitedly. "Today I can save a settlement, and in the future I can do even more. Damn prophecies! The so-called future is nothing more than countless books in a library, and I can always choose which one to read."

"My descendants are coming soon. Although it will be a bloody battle, there is no doubt that we will win." Curze also foresaw the arrival of Sevatar and his fleet. He also realized the future outcome. This made him feel extremely relieved.

"I just don't know who that person is. What is he doing?" Koz said with a frown.

"He's probably not one of the Emperor's men. At least my father can't command him like he does others," Curze was the first to make this assessment. And Curze had reason to make this judgment. The reason was simple: this being's demonstrated abilities far surpassed those of ordinary Primarchs. At least Curze admitted that he was far inferior to this one. The Traveler's meticulous planning and immense strength astounded Curze, who manipulated him with a flick of his hand.

Given the Emperor's utilitarianism, if such powerful beings could exist under his command, why would he have created Primarchs at all? As a Primarch, Curze knew that such incomprehensibly powerful individuals weren't unique. His mentor and brother Fulgrim had encountered them before, they existed in the Space Wolves, they existed in the Fifth Legion, and there was one in the Iron Warriors Legion, whose details he didn't know, but who was incredibly powerful. As for whether other Legions had such individuals, Curze had no idea. These individuals in the Legions claimed to be subordinates of the Primarchs, but Curze knew some of their true abilities.

Chapter 309: Wake Up, Koz (7K)

If the Emperor truly had complete control over these individuals, someone like Malcador, the Sigillite, would surely be entrusted with important tasks! All Primarchs knew of Malcador's power and the Emperor's trust in him; Malcador could even rebuke the Primarchs. But it was clear that the man he encountered was powerful enough, but he had no place in the Imperium.

Furthermore, Curze knew that if he truly reached a point where the Emperor could no longer tolerate him, he would have many ways to deal with him, Angron being an example. Therefore, perhaps this being attacked him and his Legion simply because he disliked him and wanted to impose a small punishment.

"But he and my father probably knew each other, and they probably had some kind of friendship. This isn't so much a punishment as it is guidance," Curze muttered to himself. The thought of this inexplicably stirred Curze. After all, no one had ever gone to such painstaking lengths to guide him since he was born. As for killing a few Night Lords? That was nothing to Curze. After all, sometimes, he even considered killing some of his own descendants!

"It's really hard to predict," Coze sighed. However, in his current environment, it was clearly not time for him to dwell on such distant matters. After wandering around for a few days, Coze needed to return to the base, rest, and restock his ammunition.

"My lord, you are back? I knew you would not abandon us. No Astartes would abandon those who fought with them. I also know that you must have helped us outside. The night you left, the orc artillery position exploded. It must have been you who did it. Thank you for your help all the time. Thank you very much." Major Jason said happily after seeing Koz, who was covered in blood, coming back.

"Mortals, you've done well." At this point, Koz didn't want to answer the major's question. He changed the subject and focused his attention on the already dilapidated fortress, which was covered with the blood and broken bodies of attackers and defenders. And yet, after fighting to this point, this army hadn't collapsed. By mortal standards, it was indeed a strong army.

"We are here to protect, sir. To protect our families and our homes. So we cannot retreat." The major straightened up and saluted.

"You'll need some food and a clean restroom, I suppose. Please follow me." The major then led Curze to a restroom amid the cheers of the surrounding soldiers. Here, Curze enjoyed a long-awaited moment of relaxation. It was true relaxation. He didn't have to worry about enforcing his "justice." Nor did he have to think about his failing Legion or his descendants. He simply looked at the mortals' eyes filled with reverence and gratitude, feeling their kindness. Then, once he recovered, he could return to slaying greenskins. What a delightful experience! In an instant, Curze seemed to have found what he had always dreamed of.

"That guy, are you there?" Suddenly, an idea struck Koz. He had a vague feeling that the guy who sent him here must be watching him all the time. His prophetic ability told him that it seemed as if there was an eye observing him from somewhere.

"I'm here," a voice rang out in Curze's ear. (Note: For powerful psykers, making psychic calls across light-years is considered a basic skill. A powerful Dark Angels think tank in the 40th century could do it. And Pony's is no longer just a psychic call; he can even send a portion of his power to the other side of the galaxy. When persuading Horus, Pony tried to kill Erebus with his psychic clone, but the distance was too great. He didn't have enough power.)

".......Did you see everything? Where were you?" asked Koz.

"I'm on your flagship. To be honest, the craftsmanship is good, but it's a waste to let you use it." said the traveler.

"Haha. But I am the son of the Emperor, and this is my right." Curze sneered.

"Not bad. Now you can realize who treats you best in this galaxy. You still have basic judgment ability." The traveler retorted.

"I just treat it as a cold joke, a sarcasm." Koz has become accustomed to the way the travelers speak. He even enjoys this way of communication full of mutual attacks, sarcasm and confrontation!

"I've read one of your books, the one written with the blood of hundreds of planetary rulers. There's a sentence in it that I find quite interesting. That is, if I killed 1000 people with fear and blood, but made tens of millions of people choose order and obedience, then am I just or evil?" said the traveler.

"Haha, of course I am just. I exchanged order and justice with the least bloodshed!" Koz said excitedly.

"Haha." The traveler responded to Koz with a sneer.

"This..." Curze immediately understood what the Traveler meant. Obviously, if one follows Curze's logic and stands from the Traveler's perspective, the best way to solve the problem of the Night Lords Legion is to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. And is there a better chicken in the entire Legion than himself, the Primarch? Curze firmly believes that if he were the Traveler, then when faced with such a thing, beheading and killing the chicken to scare the monkey would be inevitable. But it is obvious that the Traveler did not do so, and the reason for not doing so is because he is the Emperor's child. At this moment, Curze is convinced that in the entire galaxy, facing such an existence, only his father can maintain sufficient deterrence! Although Curze has a lot of opinions about the Emperor, no matter what, he must now admit that he is alive because he has a good father!

"Neos is not a good communicator, and he even has some social anxiety. Thousands of years ago, he roamed freely in the galaxy without a worry. It was the damn fate and the righteousness of human civilization that led him to this path. Koz, believe me, even if everyone in this galaxy wants you dead, he wants you to survive." The traveler sighed and said, blindly applying pressure will not solve the problem. Playing the emotional card at the right time and maintaining a moderate degree of tension and relaxation is the best way to break through the opponent's psychological defenses.

"Another name for my father? Haha, that name sounds more humane, not the Emperor." Curze's tone was a little erratic. He was silent for a moment before continuing, "He only used me as a tool, just a tool. He needed me to conquer a vast territory for him, to bear the infamy. I was his executioner, a glove that could be discarded when necessary."

"Pfft." The traveler laughed out loud, followed by a continuous laugh. The shrill laughter echoed in Coze's mind, making Coze feel a little embarrassed and awkward.

"You? A tool? Stop flattering yourself, okay? You're nothing more than an assassin, a killer. None of the Emperor's retainers are capable of this. Find three experts who specialize in this field and they'll do a better job than you! As for your leadership abilities? Don't you have any idea of ​​your own abilities? Who in the Eighth Legion is working hard for the entire Legion, and who is shut up in their room because of a prophecy? Between you and Sevatar, who's the Primarch? Who's the First Captain? Truly, this is a fascinating mismatch. Does the Emperor need a tool like you? Before you came back, the Eighth Legion was performing much better than it is now!"

"You know what? Koz, relatively speaking, I admire Sevatar more. I am even prepared that if I can't reverse your legion, then he will be the one who must be eliminated from my list, because I can't let this villain legion have a brain. You should understand me on this point, right?" The traveler continued to increase his output.

"Sevatar? He's really good." Curze replied, and then fell silent again. Obviously, from the words of the Traveler, Curze finally realized that for the Emperor, his return to purity was a negative benefit. However, even so, Curze still enjoyed the various conveniences and privileges brought by being the Emperor's son. As a person who grew up in darkness, he may indeed be cold-hearted, cunning and cruel. But it was precisely because of this environment that Curze realized how important shelter was. Obviously, the Emperor once again sheltered him, sheltering a son who had a negative benefit. Compared with the Emperor's "reasoning", the Traveler used sharper and more oppressive language, and from Curze's perspective, he successfully pried into Curze's heart.

"Then why weren't you there when the Emperor dealt with Angron?" Curze inexplicably thought of another brother who was dealt with by the Emperor.

"I don't work for the Emperor! I told you, I was just passing by, very dissatisfied with your behavior, and then I took the opportunity to play. It's your bad luck to run into me, but also your good luck. I'm different from you. Without the Legion, you are just a guy who can fight a little bit. But I'm different." The Traveler continued to talk nonsense. This is not to vent, but because this slightly confusing logic is actually right in Curze's good zone! It's easy to empathize. The Traveler's prominent personality is a lawless person, a person who can deal with you, but you can't do anything to me!

"I actually also want to build an orderly and just society. I established order on my home planet with violence and blood. Anyone who dares to violate it must be prepared to be killed. I have justice in my heart, and my methods were indeed successful in Nostram." Koz said a little nervously.

"Very good, the boss battle has entered the second stage." A smile appeared on the corner of the traveler's mouth. The boss named Curze was unreasonable, brutal and neurotic in the first stage. And now, when Curze found that his tricks were useless, facing an existence that was even more unscrupulous than him and whom he could not deal with, Curze suddenly wanted to reason with the other party. The so-called you and I are playing a game, you can't beat me, and now you want to reason with me, that's what it means, the Primarchs are not immune to this, even the Emperor is like this. If the traveler hadn't had a solid foundation and was strong enough, he might have died when he met the Emperor for the first time! And now, aren't everyone still chatting happily based on strength and status?

"If you could apply the same principles you used on your home planet to your Legion—those who kill without mercy, I don't think your Legion's discipline would have fallen so low." The Traveler snorted. "Fighting, factionalism, conspiracy, and bloodshed. You've gradually become accustomed to treating means as ends, and you believe that only killing and terror are means. That's your problem. You're not up to the task! I told you, you're a complete liability to the Emperor and the Legion!" The Traveler's venom was as sharp as ever.

"No Nostrum person dares to say that his hands are not stained with the blood of innocent people. You want me to kill them all?" Koz said angrily.

"Hehehe." The traveler responded with a series of sneers.

"You're still the best..." Curze once again understood the Traveler's intentions. He had shown mercy to him, and to Sevatar, out of respect for his talent. But the Traveler wasn't so kind to most of the Night Lords. In this battle, the Night Lords of Nostrum were destined to suffer heavy losses. Fortunately, they all died fighting the Greenskins.

"I'll tell you the dumbest way. You don't need to recruit in Nostrum at all," the Traveler said. "Bring in some fresh blood from somewhere else. It'll make your crappy Legion better." The Traveler was very busy and couldn't stay in Curze for too long, so he could only choose the most direct and efficient method. Changing the recruitment point, making Curze and Sevatar more reliable, was all he could do for now.

"......." Curze fell silent. Did Curze care about his offspring? Perhaps a little, but how much? After being nearly killed by the Lion King the first time, and his Black Armored Guards desperately trying to rescue him, he still insisted on boarding Jonson's flagship. Everyone knew it was a fatal situation. Curze's offspring were loyal to him, but it was hard to say how much Curze cared for them. After all, Curze had completely destroyed his own home planet.

"I want to ask a question," Curze said after a moment's silence. He was now exhausted and filled with doubt. "I once tried to get along with others, but I saw two prophecies. One prophecy was that I would reach out to him, he would hold my hand tightly, and would be willing to follow me, and we would become friends. The second prophecy was that I would reach out to him, he would grab my hand, and then stab me. I would fall, and then he would become the new king. Because he defeated me, more people would gather around him. Faced with these two prophecies, how would you face this person?"

"You will definitely choose to kill him," said the traveler.

"Then why did you choose to hug him? It was extremely dangerous." Coz asked back.

"Can't you make preparations for both scenarios? The fundamental reason you chose to kill him was that you didn't want to take risks, and at the same time you chose the simplest means. Prophecy is just one possibility. Even without the ability to predict, when facing possible alliances, we must consider covenants and betrayals and make targeted deployments. And you, because you predicted a bad result, directly chose to deal with it according to the bad result. This in itself is an irresponsible and rash behavior. Simply put, you are lazy and have limited coping ability." said the traveler.

"......." Coze was speechless again. After all, the Traveler was right. When someone makes the move to ally with you, there are only two possibilities: alliance or betrayal. So just be prepared for it. Why bother worrying about anything else?

"And I need to remind you that humans, as social, intelligent creatures, are naturally inclined to form groups, and they will strive to make their teams larger so that they can accomplish more complex tasks. Therefore, learning to examine and accept others is a required course for a leader. Even as powerful as the Emperor, he still needs the assistance of others. Just like the Terran bureaucrats and the nobles of various planets have too many problems, but sometimes they must be tolerated. Because without them, things could be worse. It is indeed easy to accuse the Emperor of some of his actions, and it allows you to stand on the moral high ground, but what happens next? You are destroyed, but there is no way to solve the problem, and then the situation will be even worse."

"I won't accuse you of using violence and bloody means to establish order in Nostrum, because there's nothing you can do about it. But you failed to make the world a better place after initially establishing order. What makes me angry is that you used intimidation and bloody means to eventually bring disaster to civilians. What did those civilians do wrong? They eat the cheapest food, have no clothes to cover their bodies, work all day, and don't know when they will lose their lives due to injuries or other reasons. And you want to bring disaster to them. They have always been victims! It has never changed. Your justice is a joke, and your descendants even enjoy killing!" The traveler said angrily.

"You and your descendants are not even qualified to be a villain, because you only know how to swing your sword at the weaker ones and have no ambition to make progress! You have to know that even in the field of villains, the competition is still fierce." The traveler's words were somewhat sarcastic.

"I never wanted to be a villain," Coates defended.

"Whatever you say. I've said everything I need to say. This is your last chance. Take care of yourself. I hope your brothers and the Emperor's attendants won't come after you for something like this next time." The traveler clearly had no interest in the rest of the conversation. He was ready to end it, even to leave the Property Lords Legion. He had done enough. Now it all depended on Curze's own efforts and fate. He had no interest in the upcoming battle, as he had more important things to do.

"Then one last question. Do you have any solutions for those of my offspring whom you look down upon? You are so powerful, it shouldn't be difficult for you to solve this problem, right?" Koz said loudly.

"Of course it's not difficult. As for those villains, the main reason is that they have it too easy. Find something for them to do so that they don't have the mood to think about how to do bad things! For those who perform well, give them some rewards. For those who perform poorly, increase the work pressure. For those who are hopeless, find a battlefield and let them die gloriously." said the traveler.

"Is it that simple?" Koz said with some surprise.

"Haha, it's both simple and not so simple. I think with your intelligence and experience, you should know what to do," the traveler said meaningfully. "Well, I should move on. I hope you'll have changed your mind next time we meet."

"Next time?" Curze said to himself, then he lay down on the bed, trying to make his body as comfortable as possible. His body and mind had never been so relaxed as now. Even though strictly speaking, he was still on the battlefield. Curze untied his knot. Although he still had many grievances against the Emperor, as the Traveler said, in this galaxy, Curze enjoyed the Emperor's protection, and the rights he possessed were also granted by the Emperor. This exchange between the two parties did not seem like a transaction at all, because the Traveler said very clearly that Curze was not even qualified to be a tool! He was a negative asset of the Emperor, and the Emperor originally had more and better options. Okay, maybe what the Traveler said was not entirely true. But Curze thought it was true, and that was enough!

"My descendants." Thinking of those descendants who had immediately crossed several star regions to rescue him because he had been stranded here, Curze felt a mixture of emotions. He truly looked down on his descendants, and he couldn't say he valued them much. But there was no doubt that those who were willing to come here were loyal. So, Curze decided to try again. He had successfully reversed his fate once, and he wanted to try again in the future.

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"We have done everything we can. The fleet is sailing in the warp. In five hours, the fleet will arrive at the target galaxy. We will reunite with the Space Wolves and then rescue our Primarch." Shen said to Sevatar.

"So, all we have to do now is wait quietly?" Sevatar said.

"Yes, just wait." Shen nodded. However, before Shen finished speaking, a vague figure appeared behind Sevatar. Shen was shocked and immediately took out his plasma gun and prepared to sound the alarm.

"Forget it, forget it. If you sound the alarm now, you'll be helping him." Sevatar spotted the newly revealed Traveler through a mirror. He looked at Curze's right-hand men with amusement. Having just PUA'd Curze, these two couldn't be let off the hook. After their chat, they prepared for the next match.

"Very efficient." The traveler pulled up a stool and sat across from the two men. "With all that energy and skill, it would be much better to use it for good. Instead of messing around with dark things all the time, isn't that disgusting? Even your power armor looks down on you."

"Sevata, Shen. Please listen to my advice and be a good person from now on, okay?" The traveler said, supporting his chin with one hand.

"Good person? Haha, what is a good person? Who defines a good person?" Sevatar sneered.

"Of course I'm the one who defines it," said the traveler.

"Haha, there are countless evil people in the entire human empire. They are greedy, cunning, insidious..." Sevatar tried to argue.

"Do you know why I like dealing with people like you? Because, when dealing with villains, you don't have to reason with them. If I were dealing with the Ultramarines, I would still be reasonable, because they are reasonable. But with you, I don't have to, you know? I look down on you. You're not even pure villains. You use reason as a tool. When facing those weaker than you, you slaughter them mercilessly, but when it comes to those stronger than you, you start to reason with them? You're not losing out on either side, are you?"

"Let me put it this way. I'm not going to reason with you. Just listen to me. Be a good person, okay?" the traveler said. "Also, let me tell you, I'm different from you. I reason with reasonable people, and I don't reason with unreasonable people."

"Okay..." Sevatar's facial muscles trembled, but he agreed nonetheless, sensing that the other party's patience was running out. If he truly angered this being, he might not have enough Night Lords aboard the Nightfall to kill. Sevatar's ultimate surrender was predictable. After all, he had been captured by the DA, escaped, and killed a DA Librarian. Faced with the encircling DA troops, Sevatar declared his righteousness before decisively surrendering. Compared to many steadfast individuals, Sevatar's boundaries were more flexible.