Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 150 What Conrad Saw

Konrad Curze, Primarch of the Eighth Legion's Night Lords, is a Warhammer version of a mad Batman, a psychopath suffering from the ability to predict the future.

Konrad Curze possesses the extraordinary physical and intellectual strength that a Primarch should possess, and he also has very powerful psychic potential.

Unlike Magnus's psychic gifts, Conrad's psychic powers are closer to Saint Gillesda's abilities, a psychic manifestation that focuses on predicting the future.

But to this day we still don't know whether it was because of Conrad's childhood experiences or the manipulation of the Four Gods, the future he saw seemed to be very different from what Archangel Sanguinius saw.

To put it simply, the future that Conrad sees is always dark and crazy. Even if there is a possibility of light occasionally, it will be abandoned by Conrad who has long been suffocated by the enormous pressure.

Each Primarch had a different origin in his home world, and although they would all eventually become the leader of that world (except Angron), Konrad's experience was the most special, as he was born a vigilante.

Of course, it’s not quite right to call him a vigilante, because theoretically there are no law enforcers in that damn place called Nostramo, and its billions of people are almost all criminals. Gotham City has good public security compared to that place, and Hannibal would be considered gentle and kind if put there.

This world is not without wealth. On the contrary, it is rich in refined gold. However, the upper class, who have achieved cyberpunk-like rule through technology, has almost eaten up all the wealth brought by the exported refined gold.

The long-term mining of refined gold has also caused the planet to be shrouded in thick polluted fog, and the people here live a super-plus version of Night City, with no morals at all.

The space stroller carrying Conrad Coates crashed into such an unfortunate place. What was even more unfortunate was that Conrad's stroller smashed directly through the earth's crust and fell into a huge deep pit formed by mining.

After that, Conrad struggled to survive underground. It was unknown how long it took before he escaped from the endless darkness. When he finally came to the surface, he ate his first meal, a local of Nostramo, out of hunger and self-defense.

The Space Marines have the ability to access the memories of living beings by using their brain tissue, and the Primarchs naturally have this ability as well.

In this way, Conrad saw all kinds of crazy and dark memories. Later, in his difficult struggle for survival, he had to eat humans many times. In the end, he became a cold-blooded demigod who was good at using terror to maintain order.

In the end, Conrad succeeded. He intimidated the entire planet with his own strength, created order for the world, and brought prosperity.

The Emperor was very pleased with Conrad's performance, but the Emperor did not know, or perhaps did not care, that Conrad was always tormented by the future he had predicted for the first time.

In Conrad's foresight, he saw the galaxy burning, the Emperor imprisoned on the Golden Throne and suffering endless torture, and his brothers killing each other and dying one by one.

To see himself excommunicated and die without honor.

Everything seemed unchangeable. He had tried to resist fate but never succeeded.

But now Conrad can't see the future.

Ever since the day the Emperor and Khorne fought directly, Conrad could no longer see the future. The originally clear and terrifying pictures all turned into some kind of chaotic mosaic.

Conrad, who had been tormented by visions of the future for years, was stunned.

He became at a loss and didn't know what to do.

It's like a person who has been mentally ill for many years suddenly recovers. Without the mental illness, the whole person is incompetent. It is really difficult to ask him to return to society now.

It was at this time that the call from Warmaster Ryan Johnson came, and Conrad, who didn't know what to do, went to find Ryan Johnson.

He was then arranged to board another World Engine together with Fulgrim, the Lord of the III Legion. There were a total of two World Engines coming from the Necrons, one of which was dealt with personally by Warmaster Lion Johnson, while the other was handed over to Konrad and Fulgrim.

The Warmaster originally wanted Conrad to act with Rog Dorn, but considering Rog's temper that was harder than gold, Llane finally replaced Conrad with Fulgrim, with whom he had a better relationship.

In fact, of all the Primarchs, Fulgrim, known as the Imperial Phoenix, was the only brother Konrad trusted.

It is very rare for the Human Empire to have two Primarchs dispatched at the same time in battle, and for two Primarchs to deal with a Necron dynasty at the same time, even the most powerful Sotek dynasty, that is, the Storm King's dynasty, would have a hard time for the now awakened Necron dynasty.

Now the two Primarchs each led their most trusted troops to slaughter in the World Engine. Although their efficiency was much slower due to the lack of the guidance of the Star God fragments, this World Engine would eventually be conquered by the two Primarchs, and the resistance of the Necrons would be futile.

For example, now the Necrons have sent out all the Flayers that they are usually reluctant to use.

The so-called Flayed Ones are the craziest among the Necrons. It is said that these guys are infected with the curse cast by the Star God. They think they are still alive and crave the flesh and blood of the living.

They would kill any living creature, then smear their flesh and blood onto their cold living metal torsos, peel off the skin and wear it on themselves, pretending that they were still alive and not a soulless machine.

This is why they are called Flayers. Unlike ordinary Necrons, the Flayers' bodies are more suitable for close combat, but it makes no difference to the Primarch.

Fulgrim wielded the Flaming Sword, a gorgeous sword forged by another Primarch, Ferrus, that was as dazzling as a work of art. With Fulgrim's dance-like movements, he easily cut off the heads of the Flayers one after another and melted their bodies.

Conrad used the exquisite lightning claws named Mercy and Forgiveness, which were like a killing tornado. Wherever it went, all enemies would be torn to pieces in an extremely cruel way. Even if it was the regenerative ability of the Necrons, it could not revive after such severe trauma.

By the way, Mercy and Forgiveness is what the Night Lords secretly call this pair of finely crafted lightning claws. No one knows what Conrad himself calls this pair of lightning claws. Perhaps they have no name at all.

The elite soldiers of the legions who followed the two primarchs followed closely behind their own primarchs, guarding their safety and destroying all visible enemies.

The process went very smoothly, but when both parties passed a road junction, a voice suddenly sounded in Conrad's mind. It was a voice he was very familiar with, a voice he absolutely did not want to admit. It was his voice.
It is the self who is addicted to torture, completely depraved, no longer seeing killing and terror as a means, but taking pleasure in them.

He is called the Night Haunter.

Conrad hasn't heard the voice of the Night Haunter for a long time since his precognition failed.

"Hehehe, me, the other me, do you feel confused and painful?"

The voice of the Night Haunter was only audible to Conrad, so the surrounding warriors did not notice that their Primarch was entering a state of mental illness.

"You think the future is unchangeable, right?"

Conrad didn't want to bother with his other personality that had long gone mad and rotten. He turned his attention back to the enemy in front of him and continued to tear the Flayers apart diligently.

The Night Lords Space Marines, whose appearance was no different from that of the Flayed Ones in the living world, followed the Primarch and continued to chop up all the Flayed Ones that were still able to move into minced meat.

“Think about what you’ve seen.”

As the Night Haunter spoke, the scene that Konrad had foreseen when he and Fulgrim first met reappeared before Konrad's eyes.

Unlike the tragic end of his brothers, Fulgrim's vision of the future was uncharacteristically blurry. He could not see anything at all and could only hear sounds of "squirming and giggling".

Judging from the timeline of official history, this is most likely because Fulgrim became the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh and could not truly die.

Although this simply explains why Lorgar, who also surrendered to Chaos, would die miserably in Conrad's original prophecy, Conrad of that timeline himself was unable to verify it, because he accepted the outcome of his prophecy in which he was assassinated by an assassin sent by the Emperor.

However, now he has the opportunity to verify it.

Can the future be changed? Can fate be defeated?

Fulgrim's future was unclear to Konrad, and now the Night Haunters were whispering in his ears, tempting him to attack Fulgrim.

In his normal state, Conrad would definitely not be so easily instigated by the auditory hallucinations of a second personality, but his current state is not normal at all.

The ability to predict the future that had supported him throughout his life suddenly became ineffective, and he could no longer see anything in the original future picture.

In fact, Conrad is now in the most powerless period of his life. He seems to have returned to the meaningless and helpless time when he just crawled out of the underground.

"Go, attack him, kill him, create a scene that you did not predict, change your destiny, shape your fate, and you can also dominate your own destiny."

"Go quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly!"

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

"enough!"

"I am free, I am free, I am free..."

Konrad suddenly shouted. At this time, the Flayers were also wiped out. Fulgrim, who had just killed the last Flayer Lord, turned to look at Konrad and asked with concern:
"Why, my brother, did you see anything?"

"No, nothing, nothing worth mentioning."

"Well, if you have anything you can always tell me, I'm your brother and I will always listen."

Fulgrim did not say anything else, but returned to the battle. The Space Marines of the Night Lords had long since become accustomed to their Primarch's occasional mental illness, and Konrad did not show any signs of being troubled by hallucinations again. Everything seemed to be back on track.

Forty-eight hours later, this world engine was also captured, and the Empire once again captured a fragment of a Star God.

The Empire won a great victory in this battle, but will the Necrons really just give up like that?
When Conrad saw the fragment of the Star God, a never-before-seen Necron appeared in his foresight of the future.

He was more powerful than any alien Conrad had ever seen. An unusually graceful and smooth beauty permeated all his movements, and his noble bearing revealed irresistible power, majesty, and kingly demeanor.

This Necromancer was standing on a huge throne, and behind him there was a fixed soul that was constantly roaring silently.

Although there was no evidence, Conrad subconsciously believed that the soul was also a fragment of a star god.

In time and space, Conrad saw the Necromancer turn his head towards him, and their eyes met. Then Conrad came back to reality from the hallucination.

I don’t know if this is good news or not, but Conrad’s ability to predict the future has been restored, and then he sees a completely new picture.

(End of this chapter)