Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 54 Time Looking Back
"Father."

Horus turned to look at the Emperor.

"Do you accept Mr. Raven's promise of a game of cards?"

The other Primarchs also turned their heads, wanting to hear the Emperor's answer.

Faced with the Raven's seemingly foolish behavior, the smiling Emperor chose to give unconditional support and trust.

"Mr. Raven has the same authority as me, and everything he promised is real and effective."

Got an affirmative answer from the Emperor.

A hint of smile appeared on Koz's gloomy face.

"You're going to regret this, Mr. Raven."

"I hope so." The raven flapped its wings and flew up, landing on Waldo's shoulder again. "Big corn cob, have someone bring me some French fries and ketchup, seaweed flavor."

Curze looked around and chose a mechanical priest who was standing not far away and was so bored that he flicked the gear scepter with his metal fingers.

"Just him, okay?"

"I told you, it doesn't matter who you choose." The raven combed its hair with its beak.

The mechanical priest was brought before Curze.

A dazed look appeared on that half-metal, half-flesh face.

He was just slacking off and didn't pay attention to what the primarchs were talking about.

How come I was suddenly chosen to play cards? !
Moreover, why did these Primarchs look at him with such fiery eyes?

The raven landed between Curze and the young priest.

"Now let me introduce you to the rules of Gwent. Gwent has a total of five decks to choose from."

“Each deck contains different battle points, representing armies, soldiers, heroes, weather, etc.

"At the beginning of the game, both players randomly draw a fixed number of cards from the deck."

"The cards cannot be shuffled after each round. After three rounds, when one party voluntarily admits defeat or has played all the cards in his hand, the game ends and the one with the higher combat power points wins."

".."

After listening to the rules, Coze instantly understood how to play Gwent.

A creepy smile appeared on that gloomy face.

"There is no suspense in this game. Please prepare the appointment letter, Mr. Raven."

"I am more interested in the position of Imperial Law Marshal. It's time to teach those rubbish a lesson of fear."

Nostramo, where Curze descended, was a desperate night world.

The majority of the population languishes in poverty and misery.

Those poor people were forced to work hard day after day, but could hardly get enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear.

Not only do the wealthy and powerful live a prosperous life, they also exploit the already miserable workers.

Crime is rampant in cities across the planet.

Many people choose to commit suicide because of despair about the future.

An oppressive atmosphere of despair enveloped the entire Nostramo.

All this changed with the arrival of Koz.

Curze, who fell to Nostramo, was not adopted by anyone.

He survived by hunting sewer rats and the wild animals that roamed Nostramo V.

As he grew up, he was haunted by dark and terrifying visions of the future.

This predictive ability was like a curse that tormented him.

As he entered his teenage years, he set out to reshape Nostramo by hunting down and executing those he deemed guilty.

First the petty thieves, then the gang thugs and criminal leaders.

Next are those who hold power and stand at the top.

Each target chosen was brutally tortured by Koze based on their crimes.

He was not allowed to die until he believed that the other party had completed atonement.

In just one year, he reduced the crime rate in Nostramo City V.

The stingy rich and powerful began to share their wealth and improve the welfare of the lower classes.

The lower classes have learned to curb their self-pity and anger.

The reason for their change was simply because they were afraid of the ghost wandering in the darkness knocking on their door.

Fear has turned Nostramo into a model society.

Curze was already imagining what methods should be used to torture the guilty people in order to instill fear in the rest of the empire.

It is to cut open their stomachs and hollow out their internal organs bit by bit.

Or peel off the other person's skin inch by inch.

A game of Gwent ended quickly.

Looking at the opponent's score that is far ahead.

The smile on Curze's face disappeared, and he scratched his hair, making a painful sound.

"This is impossible!! How could I lose?"

The mechanical priest sitting opposite smiled bitterly.

Obviously, he knew why he won this victory. "It seems that you and the Imperial Law Marshal are not destined to be together." Raven shook his head.

"I don't accept it. I want another game," said Coz.

"Of course." Raven accepted it happily.

Not long after, another card game ended.

Koz lost again, and the score was even bigger than last time.

"This can't be true! How could I lose so badly!" said Koz.

He clearly saw the scene of his own victory.

Also complete each step according to the foreseeable future.

Why did I still lose in the end?

"That's true," said the raven.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Koz shook his head, trying to drive away the many illusions he saw in his mind.

It should have been easy to win this game of Gwent, so why did I lose?

It shouldn't be like this.

"Nothing is impossible in this world." Raven turned to look at the other Primarchs, "It's your turn."

The Primarchs who were originally full of confidence now all looked solemn.

Although Curze has a strange personality, he is still a genuine Primarch.

But now, he lost to an ordinary person.

"Let me be the second challenger." Ryan walked past the crowd and sat at the poker table.

Coze stood aside with his eyes wide open, staring at the Mechanical Priest who was playing the cards, trying to find out what was wrong with the game.

The other Primarchs also stared at the card table intently.

The game of cards ended quickly.

Ryan also lost, by just a few points.

"Mr. Raven, I want to have a second chance like Koz," Ryan said.

"Of course." Raven did not refuse and treated everyone equally.

Then, Ryan lost by an even bigger margin.

Ryan: "."

I always feel like there is something wrong!!

Next, several Primarchs including Russ, Angron, Dorn, and Horus also went up to challenge one by one.

Even though they tried every possible means, they failed to win.

All were defeated.

Defeated by a petty priest.

The raven landed on Sanguinius's shoulder.

"Old Nine, you're the only one left now. You have to work harder and don't lose face."

"Mr. Raven." Sanguinius gave a bitter smile.

At this point, everyone can see that there is something wrong with this game.

Although no one can find the problem, there is a problem.

Sanguinius walked over to the card table and sat down.

He played very seriously.

Every step was carefully considered, but in the end, we still lost.

The Primarchs looked bewildered and helpless.

They couldn't figure out what the problem was.

With seven primarchs watching together, there is no possibility of cheating.

The mechanical priest did not have a genetic engine implanted or any high-computing prosthetic limbs.

He is just an ordinary maintenance priest who is responsible for repairing mechanical equipment.

Why did they just lose? ?

Horus asked: "Mr. Raven, now that we have all lost, can we reveal the answer?"

"Of course you can. The reason you lost is because it was fate's arrangement."

The raven flew back to the Emperor's shoulder.

"Next, let's analyze how this fate that you are destined to not win came about."

“Honestly, it’s easier than making delicious chips and ketchup.”

"Take the game that Coze played just now, for example. He played against me 14000605 times, and he won 14000603 times. But every time he won, I would go back in time."

"The people he chooses can lose countless times, but winning once is enough."

"I just need to keep this one branch of winning. This is fate, a fate that he can never defeat."

PS: Be loyal every day and praise the Emperor.

Dorn: I plan to run for the position of leader, Laojiu, do you support me?

(End of this chapter)