Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Curze has his own set of moral concepts, and the Emperor, other Primarchs, and even Duker, are not reluctant to give sinners a chance to be judged.

But Curze will not. The Midnight Ghost does not believe that humans know how to repent. If a sinner cries loudly for his evil deeds, it is not repentance, but he is about to pay the price.

Do you know what is the best medicine that can make people stop doing evil? Fear. Bloody and cruel violence. If someone steals something, cut off his hand and dig out his heart. If someone speaks rudely, cut off his tongue and hang him upside down on the tower. The blood in his mouth will be poured on the tower until his body is completely dried. If anyone wants to do evil, cut off his head and stick it on an upright spear.

It is not allowed to think about it, and it is also a sin to think about it!

This is what can maintain order-fear.

Curze was so excited that his whole body trembled, but the Lord of the Night still curled up in the shadows, not exposing a single bit.

To be honest, he didn't think Lorgar and Horus were his opponents.

Lorgar was just an incompetent charlatan, and Horus' body was not like the demigod body before him.

This was not blind arrogance, Curze had the confidence.

He was the only Primarch who controlled his home planet for decades with his own military force.

And under his rule, society was stable and the crime rate was infinitely close to zero.

During the Great Heresy, he had many fights with his brothers.

In the fight with the Lion King, even though the lion attacked him first and hit him hard, he still almost strangled the lion to death - if it weren't for the Dark Angels' cubs to rescue him.

Then he sneaked into Macragge, the home planet of the Ultramarines, and wreaked havoc there for a long time. No one could do anything to him.

He even defeated the Lion King and Guilliman by himself and buried them in the temple.

Even though Vulkan, Lord of the Salamanders, has an immortal body, he can only be slaughtered by him again and again.

His record is so brilliant that he is proud of it.

But Curze is not going to kill the two traitorous Primarchs directly. He wants to find an opportunity and let them taste the deepest fear.

On the battlefield, Commissar Kane roared angrily.

When the two fallen demigods appeared on the battlefield with powerful warriors, the weakest commissar burst out with the bravest performance, like a hope as precious as gold in despair, like a ray of light in the darkest darkness.

It brought a slightly illusory hope to these soldiers who faced the fallen demigods in despair.

Humans have persisted in this dark age for thousands of years.

Nothing can defeat them. They gallop across the sea of ​​stars and rule the galaxy. Perhaps now, their humble lives will be summoned by the Golden Throne here.

But there is still incredible power, passed down in their blood.

They may lose everything, but there is the last and most precious thing hidden in their hearts.

When humans have a common ideal, the faith and courage that burst out between their brows are enough to eclipse the stars. Because they are human, they will not retreat on this road even if they are crushed to pieces.

The blood of warriors is the glory of the empire, and heroic death is the duty of soldiers.

Facing the two demigods who are stepping on them, retreat in humiliation, or stick with your life.

It is not difficult to choose.

"For the Golden Throne, long live the Emperor! Long live the Warmaster!"

Someone shouted, and then there were roars one after another.

Maybe life is lost.

But there is still hope.

The fallen warriors of the Black Legion were obviously stunned for a moment. In the courage that these mortal soldiers burst out together, they felt an unprecedented shame.

The hoarse roar sounded from the inside of their helmets.

It seemed that they were angry at these humble mortals for daring to resist themselves; it seemed that the perseverance of the weak mortals made them feel ashamed and angry.

"Hold the line!" Kane gave the order loudly.

The soldiers threw incendiary bombs, but not at the enemy, but in front of the battle line.

The defense line formed by the liquid incendiary bombs can effectively slow down the pace of the heretic Astartes.

More and more soldiers did the same thing, and a burning belt of flames quickly spread in front of the battle line.

The fallen warriors of the Black Legion paused for a moment when facing the flames.

But before they could rejoice, a group of even larger terminators walked out from among the fallen warriors with heavy steps.

"Victory!"

The Terminator armor roared like thunder.

The heavy armor could not break their defense no matter what weapons the soldiers used.

Only a small amount of sparks could splash on the surface of their black armor.

"You are nothing, no strength, no courage, just a group of weak bugs."

The first terminator broke through the defense line, and the trench wall made of alloy was pushed down by the tyrannical force of the traitor.

He ignored the fierce firepower of the loyal soldiers and swung the war hammer in his hand in a huge arc.

It was a warhammer forged to imitate the World Breaker in the hands of their Gene Father.

The long-handled warhammer easily crushed the soldier's body, just like popping watermelons, splashing bright red juice.

A soldier roared and desperately stabbed the fallen warrior's ceramic steel armor with the bayonet in his hand.

But his efforts only resulted in a tiny scratch on the surface of the opponent's armor.

Then he saw the huge hammer head, covering the entire field of vision.

Another soldier took the opportunity to throw an armor-piercing grenade at the fallen warrior.

But before the grenade landed, it was shot by the fallen warrior and exploded in mid-air.

There were shouts everywhere on the battlefield.

Many weapons were firing.

The officers of the company opened the weapons they carried with them.

The monomolecular sword cut through the air, and a huge fallen warrior walked towards Commissar Kane.

He easily stepped on the edge of the earthworks, and let several lasers shoot at him without dodging at all.

The reactor components on the back of the power armor made a buzzing noise.

The shadow carried by the tall body of the fallen warrior almost completely covered Kane.

It made it easy for Kane to see his full appearance.

The fallen warrior's helmet looked like it had somehow merged into his flesh and blood and became a part of his body.

The half of his face that was exposed was swollen and pale, it was a face that only dead people had, and the fallen warrior laughed strangely.

This scene seemed a bit neurotic in Kane's eyes.

Such a scene was indeed terrifying.

Kane's legs trembled, and he wanted to turn around and run away.

But the opponent obviously would not give him this opportunity. The Fallen Warrior raised his hand and pointed at Kane,

"Come and fight with me, the little toy man of the false emperor."

The armored gloves of the Fallen Warrior were also fused with his flesh and blood, and looked extremely thick.

The traitor smelled the fear in Kane, he laughed wantonly, and pulled the trigger of the grenade launcher.

But at this critical moment, Kane suddenly jumped up and narrowly avoided the bombs shot at him.

Then the legendary political commissar began to flee in panic on the battlefield.

"You have no way to escape."

The Fallen Warrior roared angrily, he put away the grenade launcher and stepped forward.

Astartes had a faster speed, and he quickly blocked Kane.

The Fallen Warrior smiled grimly, he judged that Kane would definitely stop in panic, and then be torn into pieces of flesh and blood by him.

But Kane's actions were different from what he expected. The legendary political commissar was like a completely frightened recruit, and he actually rushed towards the fallen warrior.

Such behavior is no different from committing suicide.

The face of the fallen warrior even showed visible astonishment.

It was also during this moment of daze that Kane leaned down and slid under the crotch of the fallen warrior.

Before the fallen warrior could turn around,

"Crack!——"

A crisp sound rang out, and the single-molecule sword in the hand of the political commissar accurately inserted into the gap of the fallen warrior's power armor and just cut off the energy transmission line.

Losing the energy supply, the fallen warrior felt his body suddenly sink.

But this situation is not fatal, he will soon adapt.

The fallen warrior was angry, and he swore that in a few seconds, he would stand up again and chop off the soldier's head with his own hands as his own collection.

Until now, he did not think he would be killed, and the attacks of mortal soldiers could not break through the protection of the power armor at all.

At this time,

"Your Majesty, please have mercy on me again and keep my insignificant life. I don't want to die yet."

The fallen warrior found that the mortal soldier neither attacked nor fled, but stood beside him and muttered to himself.

This scene seemed a bit neurotic to the fallen warrior.

He suddenly felt a little scared, and this fear took root and sprouted quickly, until he felt creepy.

Then his eyes went black, and his consciousness completely sank into nothingness.

Until the last moment of his life, he didn't know how the mortal political commissar killed him.

Kane continued to flee on the battlefield, his route was disorderly, as if he was in a panic.

But in the process of fleeing, he always rescued his comrades one after another at the right time.

Koz in the shadow showed obvious doubts.

Even the Lord of the Night didn't understand whether Kane was really scared or everything was intentional.

But the situation did not improve because of this. The gap between the strength of the mortal army and the black army was too great.

The fallen warrior killed a loyal soldier, pierced his body with a chainsaw sword, and lifted him up high.

The soldier was tortured by pain when his stomach was cut open, and he screamed miserably.

The heavy bleeding caused his limbs to spasm, but with his superhuman will, he still swung his bayonet and launched a final attack on the fallen warrior.

The bayonet and the armor made a crisp collision sound.

The fallen warrior showed a hideous smile, and slammed the chainsaw sword in his hand upward, directly splitting the soldier's body in two.

Kane was running towards the soldier and witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

Humans were killed by traitors in this way, and the shameful traitors took the lives of loyal people.

What's more terrifying is that two demigods are also on the battlefield, although they did not attack, but just moved quickly along the road opened by the fallen warriors.

But their appearance still made everyone despair.

Kane was the same, the whole person was wrapped in despair, he did everything, he was just a tiny mortal, it was impossible to defeat those fully armed demigods.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly dragged Kane into the trench. In the hidden trench, they were briefly separated from the noisy battlefield.

Looking at the political commissar who was still at a loss, the soldier said hastily, "Commissar, we failed, but you can't die here. The enemy is surrounding us. If you run fast enough, you can still run out."

"I don't know who these two giants are, but their appearance will definitely bring disaster. You must take the situation here out and bring it to the Warmaster's ears."

"I hope we can meet again under the throne, Commissar, don't feel guilty for our deaths. You have done enough. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to hold on until now."

"You are our hero." The soldier took off his breathing mask.

What is surprising is that this is actually a female Astra Militarum soldier, with short hair and she looks very capable.

Although there was a lot of dust on his face, his eyes were still very beautiful.

If she were in a place far away from the war, Kane could imagine that there would be stars surrounding her.

The female soldier wiped away the tears from the corners of Kane's eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Stay alive, Commissar, you are far more important than us. The Warmaster has arrived in this world, and he will avenge us with the blood of his enemies."

"If you can, please take a look at the future that the war commander mentioned for me." The female soldier put on the respirator mask again, covering her beautiful eyes under the ugly respirator mask.

"That future as precious as gold"

"For the Empire, for the Warmaster!"

"Run, commissar, run!"

The female soldier raised her laser pistol, pushed Kane, and then rejoined the battlefield.

"That future as precious as gold" Coze clung to the shadows with a disdainful smile on his lips.

"Does anyone still believe this? There are still people who believe this."

He kept mumbling to himself, but his disdainful smile gradually faded, and a little confusion appeared on his pale face.

Kane instinctively started running on the battlefield.

He ran faster and faster, as if he was about to fly, and an invisible force poured into his flesh and blood.

A roaring explosion set off next to him, but it could not reach him.

The enemy roared in vain at him and fired at him wildly.

And those soldiers continued to provide him with cover, using their remaining firepower to cover his evacuation.

Around Kane's neck hung the icon of the Emperor.

The eyes of the holy elephant are still so profound, as if they are pitying the rough fate of mankind and weeping for the suffering of hundreds of millions of compatriots.

Kane looked back for the last time. This time, he saw the female soldier kissing him being forced into a corner by the fallen warrior.

The distance between them is not that far.

Kane wanted to rescue him, but not only would he die, but he would also miss the opportunity to pass the information to the Warmaster.

He would die and lose the life he had narrowly survived so many times.

He will become a sinner of the empire and be nailed to the Pillar of Shame, losing all honor and halo.

Kane knew that he was just a lucky coward, he was weak and stupid, and all his honors were obtained by luck.

He is not a hero.

But

Some consider him a true hero.

"Go to hell!" Kane cursed in a low voice and returned to the battlefield faster than normal. He clenched the sword in his hand and rushed towards the fallen warrior who was about to kill the female soldier.

"I'm going to die. I'm really going to die this time. Even the emperor can't protect me."

As he ran, he murmured to himself with a sad face.

"Oh, what an idiot."

In a daze, Kane vaguely heard that even his shadow was laughing at him.

If it were before, he would definitely be suspicious, but now he doesn't care about it anymore.

The distance between him and the fallen warrior quickly closed.

"clang!--"

The moment the two sides fought, Kane noticed something unusual.

The opponent was a veteran of ten thousand years, the best among the Astartes, far from an ordinary fallen warrior.

The other party didn't use all his strength, playing with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

But even so, he was knocked to the ground in just a few rounds, his weapon dropped, and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.

Falling to the ground, Kane felt pain occupying his whole body.

Kane knew that his luck had run out, and not even the God Emperor could protect him this time.

At this moment, he was no longer afraid and turned his head to look at the soldiers beside him.

What he met directly was the reproachful look of the soldier.

The soldier was not grateful for his arrival, but blamed him for not following the plan.

Kane smiled, moved his lips slightly, and said a few words silently.

——"I, the hero."

The fallen warrior raised his blade with a ferocious smile on his face.

His blade was about to fall and kill this overestimated political commissar.

Kane knew his strength was exhausted, and he had accepted his fate.

But at this moment, a massive amount of darkness suddenly spewed out of his shadow, and this darkness instantly obscured his sight.

And inside the darkness, the fallen warriors, who were also wrapped in shadows, burst into heart-rending screams.

This earth-shattering scream attracted everyone's attention, even the two giants in the distance cast their gaze.

Then everyone saw an unforgettable scene.

A giant with a pale face and long black hair stood in the darkness, holding the fallen warrior's head in one hand, with a crazy, bloodthirsty, beast-like smile on his face. The giant's tall and straight figure is no less impressive than the two fallen demigods.

The appearance of Kurtz put a layer of fear in everyone's hearts.

But his mood was very complicated at the moment.

Coze had no intention of taking action, at least he had never planned to take action before he found the right time.

In his opinion, if the sacrifice of all the imperial soldiers present could create a suitable opportunity for him to torture his two brothers who had committed many crimes, it would be worth it.

Coze hated humans. In his opinion, humans were weak, ruthless, cruel, and capricious. He had been ashamed of his human identity several times.

He had never thought that one day he would rescue others.

Coze thought he might be crazy, or he was a madman.

He glanced at Kane who fell to the side.

He noticed that the other party's fear was mixed with gratitude.

Forget it.

At least this feeling is not bad.

At least this time, he did not hate himself as much as before.

Coze turned all his attention to Horus and Lorca not far away.

The smile on his face became more and more crazy.

Timing is not that important.

It just takes a little more effort.