Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The sound of blood dripping on the ground was so loud that it sounded like a death knell for them.

"Whoo~"

The sound of blowing air floated in the ears of the Night Lord. He immediately turned the gun, only to find that the comrade beside him had been disemboweled silently, and he was kneeling on the ground without any movement.

"Damn!"

The cold air rushed straight to Tianling Gai, and he fired at the surrounding areas where enemies might be hiding, trying to cover up the pounding of his heart with the roar of the bolter.

"Did you spot the enemy?"

The other Night Lords' attention was attracted by the sound of gunfire, and they joined in the panic shooting game. Curze, hiding in the shadows, was not ashamed of the unprofessionalism of these Night Lords. He would not show too much emotion to a few pieces of meat that were about to be dismembered.

The Night Lords also remembered the importance of alternating fire, with one group of warriors covering another group of loaded warriors. Curz, too, grew tired of their performance and slipped out of their weak spot of attention.

The sharp claws of both hands easily broke through the armor and flesh of the Night Lord, and the blade was screaming slightly with excitement as it was bathed in blood.

More than 40 Night Lords were dismembered by Curze within two seconds, and many of their torsos fell to the ground before even savoring the feeling of cutting.

Curze stepped on the blood, holding several hooks in his hands. He slowly and ruthlessly hooked the Night Lords' wounds and pinned them to the wall to feel the tearing pain.

The Night Lords felt pain in Curze's movements, but none of them wailed. They vaguely recognized the terrifying guy in front of them through genetic feedback.

"Hiss..." Coze moved closer to a Night Lord and took a closer breath, "The smell of you makes me feel unhappy."

This sentence made the Night Lord almost urinate in fright. Any Space Marine who had achieved success in terrorist tactics would have heard of Konrad Curze's name.

The terrorist methods written in the book are already effective in making people's scalp numb, so what will happen to the methods that are not written in the book by Coz?

They just want to die quickly, but they understand that begging for mercy will only make Kurtz more excited. Even if the physical pain becomes more and more unbearable, they dare not express their anger.

"Hahahaha..." Koz smiled cheerfully, as if seeing an old friend, and patted the Midnight Lord's chest hanging on the wall to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, I'm just here to chat with you. I think your hands must be like mine, stained with the blood of sinners and innocents." As he spoke, Curze increased the strength in his hands, which made the Night Lord under him almost scream in pain, and could only be full of He responded with his head sweating profusely.

"Yes... we have blood on our hands..."

"But that's nothing. In this broken and damned world, it's impossible to keep your hands clean. I'm more concerned about other issues."

"What... what?"

"Have you tried them before execution?"

"Judgment?" The Night Lord answered with some confusion.

Koz's dark eyes, which were still shining faintly, suddenly lost their luster, and a suppressed terror slowly grew in the depths of his eye sockets.

"Haha...you forgot...but it's not a big deal, it's just a double penalty." Kozpi patted the Midnight Lord's helmet with a smile, and then put the helmet hanging on the side of his armor The human skin book was picked up.

Although there was no name written on it, the content written in ink of horror and blood was enough for Coz to recognize that the book copied his own writings.

Curze showed the human skin book in front of the trembling Night Lords, and then asked seriously, "Do you have any ideas about this book?"

The Night Lord looked at each other, and then answered calmly while guessing Curze's psychology, "A master of terror and torture, anyone who has read the surface of this book can make fear his weapon."

The remaining Night Lords also praised the human skin book, and their descriptions made Curze feel tired and irritated. These damn things simply don't understand Coates's fundamental purpose in writing these books.

Then Curze began his execution. He inflicted the most brutal and inhuman punishment on these Night Lords, so that these Night Lords overcame great fear in extreme pain and screamed at the crazy Curze.

Coates didn't care and just said to himself, "Penalty is a means to pursue justice, not an end and not your toy."

While he was busy, Coze felt an inexplicable fluctuation rising deep in Bietan's Ark. He dropped a piece of muscle he had just torn off on the ground, and covered the Night Lord's face with his hands.

Curze narrowed his eyes and threw the Night Lord into his own subspace essence with one force. The court made of torture instruments will deal with these criminals and record a bloody list. Show it to Curze.

After a while, the place became quiet and dilapidated again, with only the strong smell of blood present, but time will wear away this trace. Curze hides in the shadows and moves towards the depths of Bietan's Ark. What will happen next is in his prophecy, and only time cannot match it.

"Accelerate...accelerate...accelerate..." In the shadows, Curze whispered quietly.

......

"I want to make a deal with you."

An inexplicable voice bloomed in the depths of Khayon's soul, even though the empire's inquisitors imposed many punishments on him, leaving him blind and unable to run, and he stayed in the cell slowly rotting like a bug. But in order to facilitate asking information from Kayon's mouth, the inquisitor mercifully kept his tongue and ears intact. This also allowed Khayon to hear many people yelling and humiliating him in the dark. They were either fanatical priests or unsmiling judges... Sometimes Khayon would guess the appearance of the person in front of him in the dark. , this kind of speculation made Kayon very happy.

Kayon was more surprised by the voice of this soul. Did the empire find a Gray Knight mentor to judge him?

"What deal? You don't want me to devote myself to the glory of the emperor, do you?" Kayon smiled. This kind of dialogue occurred not for the first time. Some priests and inquisitors would preach to Kayon and teach him. The Emperor is humanity's only salvation.

Khayon, who had experienced the Great Crusade, understood the Emperor much better than these ignorant mortals. He only needed to say a word to make these priest inquisitors lose all reason.

"I sacrifice everything for the Emperor, and everything I do is a tribute to the Emperor's loyalty."

"Everything you have done in the Emperor's name brings shame upon him."