Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 370 Go and catch the magic pony back (Please subscribe)

Curze did not wait for the judgment of the Lord of Mankind.

But the confused and fearful prodigal son was forgiven by his father.

"He forgave me, forgave a coward." Koz knelt on the ground for a long time. Finally, he slowly climbed up and tied the pendant around his neck.

The Midnight Ghost's slender white fingers stroked the golden pendant, his movements were unusually gentle and slow.

Luo Xi looked at this scene and felt deeply moved.

Curze felt disappointed because he gave everything, but the Emperor did not love him or protect him when his brothers questioned him.

Curze felt disappointed because he saw the future. The Emperor's fantasy would eventually dissipate like a bubble, the dream of human revival would be destroyed, and the corrupt empire would accumulate countless pains and sorrows, hovering on the edge of death and survival. The Emperor deceived everyone and he failed to save mankind.

Curze was disappointed because he realized that all his efforts were in vain and he had already committed evil deeds. The corruption of his legion made him disappointed in everything and he could only swallow his own bitter fruits.

But now, Coates realized that everything was not as he had imagined.

“I can see the future, I can carve out my own path, I am not a slave to the future.”

Even Luo Xi felt relieved when he heard Koz say this.

There is a saying in ancient Terra: A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold. Although Conrad returned a little late, it was not too late.

He took great pains and finally bent the crooked tree back to its original position.

After all, the Emperor is his fellow apprentice, so theoretically speaking...should Curze call him uncle?

Luo Xi smiled at Koz and said, "Come on, call me uncle. Your father and I are old acquaintances. He is my fellow apprentice."

The emotions that Koz had been brewing were immediately disrupted by Luo Xi. He stared at Luo Xi with anger on his face, but still faced the reality in front of Veronica's iron fist.

But there was no way he would ever call him uncle, not in his entire life.

He could never tolerate Roche's transformation from an ordinary mortal to Guilliman's half-brother, and now to his uncle.

"Enough, don't mention this again." Koz closed his eyes. Although he was a humorous person, he still broke down in front of Luo Xi.

His purity is still too low.

Looking at Koz's stubborn appearance, the sadness in Luo Xi's heart was diluted a lot. The conversation with the emperor was really too heavy. Even a casual person like him felt that there was a huge rock pressing on his heart all the time, which might roll down from the top at any time.

After teasing Curze, his mood suddenly became much better. The rebellious Midnight Haunter was willing to return to the Empire, which undoubtedly gave them more power.

"I must do something to atone for my mistakes." Koz changed his usual playful attitude. He stared at Luo Xi very seriously, eager to get some advice from him.

Curze ordered the Primarch's super brain to come up with a countermeasure.

The super brain is empty.

The task is handed over to the super power.

Seeing him like this, Luo Xi also started to have a headache.

He forgot this. Curze was one of the few Primarchs whose abilities except combat power were completely surpassed by his offspring.

This Primarch even had his own legion corrupted. After he left his home planet, the nobles of Nostramo restored their rule and sent a large number of criminals and villains to the Night Lords as new recruits.

The Astartes' transformation surgery could greatly transform the thoughts and emotions of the adaptor, almost weakening all distractions except loyalty.

But the purity of Nostramo's scum is so high that even after the transformation operation is completed, they still retain the "simple folk customs" brought from that sinful planet.

They reproduced the customs and traditions of Norothramor among the Astartes Legion, and various fraternal associations and gang culture spread within the Legion.

The criminals and villains of Nostramo origin were even able to split the legion right under the nose of the Primarch Konrad by constantly sending troops, constantly undermining his power.

Coupled with Curze's own bad character, he could only rely on the Astartes' instinctive fear and obedience to the Primarch to gather the Night Lords Legion under his command, but he did not make any effective intervention.

From what Roche knew, the Eighth Legion was mostly controlled by their First Captain, Sevatar Lyon. One could even go so far as to say that Sevatar was the true Lord of the Eighth Legion. Konrad Curze himself even welcomed this development; he had no desire to become Primarch of the Night Lords, and was even pleased to have a good older son like Sevatar take on most of his burdens.

In many aspects, Curze is indeed unworthy of the title of Primarch. With his command ability and dominance, he can at best control a group of people the size of a dormitory.

It can be said that if it were not for Sevatar's efforts to turn the tide, the entire Eighth Legion would have been completely slaughtered by the Dark Angels in the Battle of Salamas, not to mention delaying the most powerful First Legion for several years.

"I have figured out many things. Since my descendants and I are sinners, we should do righteous things to atone for our sins."

"But after realizing this, I don't know what I can do. The power of an individual is insignificant on the grand battlefield, Luo Xi."

"What exactly should I do? And how should I do it?"

Curze, who had long been accustomed to thinking with an external brain, looked at Roche with expectant eyes. Suddenly, Roche felt that Guilliman, who was still fighting in the Ultramarine, seemed to possess Curze at this moment.

"You really should learn from your brothers how to rule a legion. You don't know how to manage your legion, nor do you know how to interact with people. Before today, you were still indulging in your own fantasies. Even your descendants don't know what this confused primarch wants."

After hearing what Luo Xi said, Koz actually started to think seriously. His rusty muscle brain seemed completely empty after removing the interference of the prophetic illusion.

If you shout inside, you can even hear an empty echo.

Faced with such an unlearned Primarch, Luo Xi was also very angry.

"Think about it quickly. Do you still want to rely on others? You are the master of the Eighth Legion!"

Lord of the Legion?

The Nostramo suddenly slapped his head.

"Yeah, where's my external brain? My Sevatar is still in that damn lion's prison!"

Koz didn't listen to what Roxi said at all. He hurried to find Ryan and asked his brother to return his beloved son Sevatar to him.

That is the real master of the Eighth Legion.

Luo Xi felt desperate. He had discovered why the rebels did not show much reaction to Koze's capture.

They did not even send some symbolic manpower to rescue Curze, but just let the Midnight Haunter and his Eighth Legion delay the Dark Angels as much as possible. Even the Warmaster Horus made such arrangements.

Perhaps in their view, Cozee has already performed beyond his level by being able to hold Ryan back, and they cannot expect anything else.

In some ways, Curze was perhaps the least useful of all the Primarchs.

The Eighth Legion excels at conducting unregulated terror operations in the form of individual soldiers on chaotic battlefields. In a galactic-level terror war like the Horus Heresy, the most challenging thing is large-scale troop operations. Their strength itself is not strong, especially after facing such a Primarch.

Luo Xi desperately ordered his brain to find a way to make Conrad useful.

Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea.

Until now, no one except him and the Emperor knew that Curze had returned to the Imperium.

This means that even on the traitor side, Curze is still one of them.

The identity of a Mission Impossible character might be where Coz can be of the greatest use.

He stared at Koz with a smile, which made the latter's scalp tingle. He felt that Luo Xi was plotting against him.

However, his predictive ability was completely ineffective against Roche, not to mention that history had already gone astray and no one knew where it was going.

"Don't you want to atone for your sins? I have a good way to tell you. As long as you do as I say, you will definitely be able to play your role."

Then, Luo Xi told Conrad word by word the idea that suddenly popped into his mind.

"How about this, you go and capture the magic pony and put him on the golden throne, then your father will be able to escape and your sins will be redeemed."

(End of this chapter)