Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 154 Kazan, Be My Son!
The neighborhood where Nostradamo nests.

The lights in the dim alley flickered on and off, casting a faint glow in front of the mountains of garbage.

There are more broken streetlights than working ones here.

As for the reasons for the damage, some were due to years of disrepair, while others were deliberately damaged by locals along with surveillance equipment, who then used the alley as a base for operations.

The garbage and debris that had been quickly swept away after the Midnight King appeared have reappeared on the streets as the number of homeless people increases.

Even though the place was steaming hot and fermenting, emitting an indescribable stench, no one was willing to provide a solution for treatment and cleaning.

Those who are capable don't have the will, and those who have the will don't have the ability.

Unfortunately, everything in Nostramamo seems to have remained stuck in the past, in its miserable state before the Midnight King arrived and no one was in charge.

Dirty, filthy, and filthy.

And that is precisely Kazan's destination.

It was time to reunite with those two midnight wanderers.

Although there is no day and night cycle in Nostramore, the chimes of the towering tower in the center of the Lower Nest district still give this land, filled with deceit and betrayal, a semblance of a sense of time.

He was still clutching the refined gold coin he had shaped into a ∧ in his hand—even he didn't know where he had obtained such power from.

But it seems that Kazan really did bend adamantite with his bare hands in a state of extreme rage.

He later attempted to restore the gold coin.

Even though he used all his strength, it had no effect whatsoever; the hardness of the refined gold far exceeded his expectations.

The Empire's most durable material to date is no joke.

"Perhaps it's the work of midnight spirits? We'll ask them later."

With these questions in mind, Kazan spent his last day in his "home".

Then, they resolutely embarked on their journey to the meeting point.

He felt a little uneasy as he turned the corner.

After all, when you're about to be sentenced to death, you're still a little nervous.

—Until he saw his two other cronies in that dark corner.

"What a coincidence, friends."

Kazan smiled with relief, raised his arms, and stepped forward to give the two a light high five.

The three leaders of the Sawtooth Gang met here for the last time.

Kazan found this situation somewhat reasonable, even though it was unexpected.

Although people don't usually talk about their past, based on some snippets of information Kazan knew and what other neighbors said, it seemed that his two friends' backgrounds weren't much better than his own.

Those who could live in the lower nests were all poor people from Nostradamo.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked being paraded around as a midnight ghost to join the Sawtooth Gang and rob people.

The hatred between their families has brought them together again today.

"Is it necessary for everyone to come?"

"What should we do then? I was just about to talk to you before you left when Midnight Ghost stopped me."

He said one must make choices according to one's own heart, rather than as a sacrifice for others.

"So? This is your choice? To die for no reason, it doesn't sound like you're willing at all."

"I gave my life for all of Nostramo, and after my death, other Nostramo people will take me as an example and sing praises of my great sacrifice."

"Why do I get the feeling that you're afraid of the midnight ghosts' revenge?"

“Every accusation is a self-narration, my friend. You are clearly making judgments based on your own petty mind—”

"They're all here?"

Just as the three were still bickering, the sound of a speedboat engine flying above the rooftops exploded in their ears.

Omega, with his pale skin, sat in the cockpit. The hatch next to him opened, and the other Midnight Ghost, whose skin was noticeably darker, jumped out.

"Brother Midnight Ghost, where are we?"

"We'll talk on the way. Get in the car first."

As he spoke, the other person pointed to the slowly descending, ornate Batmobile, then glanced at the three homeless-looking fellows and frowned.

The smell is a bit strong.

After all, under the oppression of their families and bureaucrats, they couldn't even care about their own lives, let alone personal hygiene.

Seemingly displeased to see the three homeless men stepping into the Batmobile, the dark-skinned Midnight Ghost reached out and pointed at them.

"Tsk, don't move yet."

"Let me go through the fire first."

Whoops!

Kazan was the first to sense something was amiss.

It seems that the sudden burst of divine power yesterday allowed him to gain some hidden connections. He can even feel a golden-red light surging around Kasga.

Then came the intense flames that all three of them tried to avoid, which covered their entire bodies with the speed of a flamethrower.

In just a moment, the three of them were completely ignited.

But there was no pain.

Or perhaps nothing happened at all; apart from being thoroughly cleaned from head to toe, even the worn parts of her clothes were made brand new.

"boarding."

The Alpha Midnight Ghost offered no explanation, simply lowering his hand that had been spewing raging flames, turning around, and boarding the Batmobile (which was actually a modified speedboat).
It was a strange feeling.

Kazan's flavor lingers.

He clenched his fists, seemingly more sensitive to that energy.

The scenery whizzed past the Batmobile window.

No one uttered a word in the silent Batmobile.

The two midnight wanderers remained silent, and the three thugs dared not utter a word; a silent atmosphere filled the entire carriage.

"Three people, not one is missing, right?"

Alpha Midnight Ghost finally spoke.

It was as if he was talking to the three of them, and also as if he was talking to Omega Midnight (Sevita) beside him.

This left Kazan speechless.

"But I didn't expect you to be willing to risk your lives to carry out this final punishment for the family."

"Tell me—is it because of fear of being hunted by the midnight ghosts, or is it because hatred for one's family outweighs any hope of survival?"

Under the words of this self-proclaimed "Alpha Midnight Ghost," even the Omega Midnight Ghost beside him seemed to listen attentively.

They all seemed very interested in Kazan and the others' answers.

"I don't know, but I don't want those people to continue like this."

“They must be punished for what they have done. The thought that if I were to choose to run away one day, they would continue to lord it over Nostradamus makes me…”

"Their behavior is intolerable, so they must be punished—in the words of the Midnight Ghost, by 'justice,' right?"

".Um."

For the sake of justice, even a morally corrupt and unscrupulous Nostrama thug in Severta's eyes would sacrifice his life to uphold it.

"So, Omega Midnight Ghost, what lessons did I teach you?"

"Humph."

Omega Midnight Ghost, sitting in the driver's seat, snorted coldly, as if somewhat unwilling.

"But, brothers, what exactly are we going to do this time? Is there anything we can do for you as a final act of service?"

"No."

Casca replied quickly: "Or rather, from now on, you will all be fighting for yourselves."

As he spoke, he pointed ahead to the luxurious city shrouded in faint neon lights—this must be the Nest City, Kazan thought.

Kazan, who had never been to Upper Nest, could only rely on his imagination and the height the Batmobile rose.

"We've arrived at the Skolewalker family mansion."

Casca stretched out his hand and pointed to the most prominent golden building in the city.

Amidst a sea of ​​black, pointed-roof buildings and haphazardly placed billboards that obscure each other, the gleaming gold-decorated tower in the heart of the bustling city stands out starkly.

That's the symbol of the Skolewalker family.

Kazan stared intently at the house.

There are many families and many nests throughout Nostramore.

But Kazan always remembered the name Skolewalker.

He was very familiar with it, or rather, he was too familiar with it.

An existence that you can never forget, no matter how hard you try.

"Now, let's burn it to ashes together."

Casca smiled and opened the hatch behind their seats.

The main entrance to the Skolewalker family residence.

Two tall, well-dressed guards stood on either side of the gilded gate, their eyes fixed on the front with a fierce glint in them.

As the most powerful and prestigious family in the local hive, no one dared to trespass on Skolewalk's mansion.

As for the passersby, they hurried along, not daring to linger even for a moment in front of these fierce guards.

People feared that the other party was using their intelligence to steal the Skolewalker family's secrets, and then they would be beaten to death in the name of the Midnight King.

But it seems there's an unusual guest at the main entrance today.

A thin, malnourished young man.

Although his neat and clean clothes and appearance prevented the guards from mistaking him for a beggar, as a resident of the hive city under the rule of the Skolewalker family, his current situation seemed to be no different from that of a slave or a beggar.

"Hey kid, stop right there."

"This is Skolewalker family territory."

Perhaps seeing that the boy dared to walk straight towards the family compound, one of the two guards extended his right hand to signal him to stop.

Kazan could feel the disdain in the other person's eyes behind his sunglasses.

狗，
Two loyal family dogs.

“I know this is Skolewalker’s territory, and that’s why I’m here.”

"What did you say?!"

Although Kazan's voice was a little soft, the two guards' crisis response, honed through long battles, made them pick up the shock hammers beside them.

Something's off about this guy!

Strike first and pin him down!

In that very next instant, Kazan, his face streaked with tears, looked up and stared at the two family lackeys with his indescribably crazed eyes.

"I said."

"Skolewalker, I came for you!!!"

The battle is about to break out.

According to Alpha Midnight's combat strategy, the three members of the Sawtooth Gang will fight at different entrances to the mansion, thus scattering the Skolewalker family members.

This way, the two midnight wanderers can make a better move and wipe out all the family members in one fell swoop when the enemy's central defense is weak.

The other two Sawtooth Gang "fighting brothers" have begun to scale the Skolewalker family's high walls from another direction to create momentum, while Kazan has been assigned to the front gate, directly attacking the strongest defensive force on the front.

Kazan's only equipment consisted of an automatic rifle.

After this battle, he will most likely, no, he will definitely die by the guns and knives of the Skolewalker family. This is probably the final death in the ten-day countdown that Midnight Ghost mentioned earlier.

However, this is far more glorious than dying on the streets as a gang member, unnoticed by anyone, without encountering the Midnight Ghost!
Long live the midnight ghosts!!!
Kazan couldn't help but shout in his heart.

Before I die, let me do some more things for you!

He picked up the rifle he had been hiding and began firing at the two security guards.

The bullets did not penetrate the enemy's defenses.

Even a guard in the Skolewalker family wears armor made of a composite alloy of adamantite, forged by layering it with other rare metals.

It is hard in texture and its weight can even be borne by an average human, so it does not require a powered backpack.

Therefore, were they equipped with security personnel in Skolewalk?

That's right, it was on the security guard.

Even the Solar Auxiliary Army might not have such good alloy armor, but the Skolewalker family simply gave it to their security guards.

Automatic rifle bullets simply cannot penetrate this lightweight yet sturdy alloy armor.

"Bah."

Perhaps having grown accustomed to such fools who overestimated themselves and dared to provoke the Skolewalker family, the guard, despite the crackling sound of bullets ricocheting off his body, let out a natural sneer.

—After all, the family's influence in the lower levels of the nest has never amounted to anything significant, and there are quite a few people who come to the family seeking revenge.

Unfortunately, despite so many Nostramo people wanting to destroy the family, Skolewalk still stands today.

These fools, blinded by hatred, have no idea what power a family can possess.

Some even thought that their families would be afraid to retaliate after they launched an attack, so they were a little more lenient with the lower classes.

puff.

It's ridiculous.

Thinking of this, the guard raised the shock hammer in his hand, which crackled with electricity.

Let's quickly kill this idiot who doesn't know his own limitations and call it a day.

We'll report this to higher authorities and find out which neighborhood this guy came from.

Cleanse that neighborhood with the Night King's Terror Tactics, make them tremble at the mere mention of Skole Walker's name!
It must be said that the Midnight King's method is really effective.

Having served as a guard for a long time, he was very familiar with some of the procedures.

The next moment, facing Kazan's frantic barrage of ammunition, the electric shock hammer swept towards him.

when!
An unbearable blow, accompanied by an electric shock, sent Kazan flying several steps before he collapsed to the ground in agony.

Vulnerable.

No matter how deep his hatred was, what could he do under the absolute suppression of the other party's power?

My vision gradually blurred, and all reality and existence slipped away and disappeared from my gradually darkening consciousness.

You are not a midnight ghost.

They had absolutely no ability to save Nostramamo.

But the midnight ghost can. He can, and that's enough.
He will avenge me. I have done my best, and he will help me complete everything that follows.

Even if I can't see it.
Do not!
not enough!

With a force as strong as if he were grinding his own teeth, Kazan managed to keep his consciousness from fainting.

No! If I die so soon, the Midnight Wanderer will be besieged by the family guards.
Kazan never thought he could go back alive, but he was determined to get his revenge and watch Skrevelk die before his eyes!
Not only for his deceased relatives, but also for his own shattered life, and for his fellow members of the Sawtooth Gang who also suffered the same fate.

It was the sight of the clear streets under the Midnight King's intimidation of the villains that inspired his heartfelt following.

for--

justice!
"Roar!"

The air temperature around Kazan suddenly dropped, and an unimaginable power was filling his body, repairing the damage from all parts of his body bit by bit.

He stood up again.

It was as if all the trauma they had just suffered had been erased, and even a tremendous power that they dared not imagine filled their entire bodies in that instant!
He wants to see Skrewock burn!

"Witchcraft. You're a wizard!?"

The guards' expressions shifted from disdain to shock. After a moment of surprise and uncertainty, they used their superior combat skills to cover each other and quickly moved forward.

Finally, he swung the shock hammer in his hand.

"Freak!"

"Die!!!" The burst of frost and eerie light were omens of a wizard, and the two guards were deeply wary of this guy with supernatural powers.

They certainly should be wary of them.

Kazan could feel that his body, his reactions, and even all his abilities had been significantly enhanced in that burst of power.

The heavy, fast-moving hammer suddenly slowed down in his eyes, allowing him to dodge it immediately.

The next moment, he was standing in front of another guard.

"Give me electricity!!!"

A bioelectric power he could never have imagined surged from his fingertips, and as he caught the shock hammer with one hand, he also grabbed the helmet of the other guard.

With a series of violent convulsions, Kazan released his grip.

The guy collapsed to the ground and didn't move at all.

died.

They died incredibly easily.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?!"

"Help! There's a witch doctor—"

The next moment, in the same flash of lightning, he was easily crushed to death by Kazan.

This was Kazan's first kill, but his mind was frighteningly calm.

Kazan did not understand the source of this power.

But this is not the time to think.

Kazan turned around and strode quickly toward the center of the mansion where the shouts were deafening.

He wanted everyone to know—the midnight ghost had arrived!

Too many people stood in Kazan's way.

Beams of laser light, bullets from rifles, and a host of family guards dressed in tin cans.

The Skolewalker family's defenses are many times stronger than those of a simple planetary governor.

Even though Kazan's mysterious power could slightly heal his injuries, his advance eventually came to a halt as he was surrounded and intercepted by an increasing number of guards.

Before the gates and halls of the mansion, as Kazan lay dying, he cast the last bolt of lightning from his hand at the damned family lackey beside him, then collapsed weakly to the ground.

hiss.
After the power they called "witchcraft" was exhausted, that feeling of weakness returned to him.

Pain and soreness returned to all of Kazan's muscles, and the unimaginable, intense pain caused him to collapse onto the ornate marble floor in the next instant.

It hurts so much, it's so uncomfortable.
Is this really the end for me?
With blurred vision, after exhausting his last bit of potential, Kazan felt a true sense of impending death.

Perhaps, this is really the only way.

He thought helplessly, feeling as if the guards around him were slamming heavy hammers down on him with a whooshing sound.

Faced with death, Kazan calmly closed his eyes.

Perhaps, he was never a midnight ghost.

But as long as they don't give up, the midnight ghost will eventually be able to return to Nostramo.

For example, right now.

when!
A barely visible, high-speed moving black shadow deflected the heavy hammer at a speed impossible to discern.

I came for you.

Such a familiar voice.

Kazan remembered hearing it during an execution livestream; it was the voice of the Midnight Ghost, the voice of the Midnight King.

Is he already dead?

Wait, that's not a hallucination!

Kazan slightly raised the muscles of his neck and looked around—among the almost invisible black phantom, a spray of blood mist appeared, and a crowd of people moved about.

In an almost artistic way, he wiped out all the guards surrounding Kazan in an instant.

As for the rest of the group, they abandoned their armor and fled faster than anyone else upon seeing the dark figure descend.

He stopped in front of Kazan, and this was the first time he had seen the other man's face.

Pale skin, jet-black eyes, and terrifying height.

And his appearance!

That Primarch-level elegant appearance was the Midnight King that Kazan had once seen.

Midnight Ghost?
It wasn't those two Batmans, nor was it someone as weak as myself who couldn't even see Skole Walker.

The real midnight ghost has returned!

He wanted to be ecstatic, to scream, to shout.

But it seems that Kazan no longer has the strength.

He lay on the ground, watching the other man approach him step by step, holding a blood-dripping claw in his hand.

Coming towards me? Could it be that I—I'm right.

I think I've done some bad things too.

Kazan thought of his first and only failed heist.

That time I was interrupted by those two who called themselves Alfa Midnight Ghost and Omega Midnight Ghost.

"Pfft."

Then he laughed in exasperation.

Kazan never expected to be redeemed.

But now that the great Midnight King has descended upon Nostramore once more, his vengeance will surely be fulfilled.

It's just a pity he can't see it.

With that thought in mind, Kazan resignedly closed his eyes.

The original Midnight Ghost, also known as Koz, looked at Kazan in front of him and stopped in his tracks.

He originally didn't want to take action.

To be precise, as an enforcer of justice, he did not want to act simply to save people.

Especially since the other party is a robber, the kind who should be sentenced to death.

But he still moved.

He quickly wiped out those damned family henchmen, and Koz stopped what he was doing when he saw Kazan riddled with holes.

Logically speaking, I should have killed the criminal with one blow.

But—Kortz saw another hallucination.
It was almost the same future, and even the name Kazan was exactly the same as the vision that Koz had once seen.

Coates envisioned many possible futures—whether the person he helped would truly accept salvation, or not.
"Ugh."

"Is this the lesson you're giving me, Casgar Sherlock?"

He sighed deeply.

Since his secret landing in Nostramo, Coz has spent most of the last ten days following Casca and Sevita.

He was very curious: what was the purpose of this guy coming to his home planet and dealing with three thugs?
Does he really have so much free time that while the Son of the Emperor is still fighting desperately on the front lines of the Great Crusade, he comes to Nostramore to play house?
Koz had been observing quietly all along.

Coz listened attentively to everything, including Casgar's arguments about his fear tactics and the religious debates that the Emperor so despised.

As someone who also hated religion, Koz wanted to rush up and refute Casca's statement, but deep down he knew the truth.

Actually, Casca is the correct one.

He feared that Nostrama would go astray.

The midnight ghost itself is also afraid of the midnight ghost.

The illusion of Koz moved.

Just as he had seen it before, Koz extended a helping hand rather than a killing hand to Kazan.

Then, the other person smiled and was helped up, becoming one of the parties—no, this time the prophecy has changed.

He became a recruit of the Midnight Lords, eventually joining the think tank, and then... some interference and noise came in, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

But it seems that in the end, he donned a more powerful and magnificent silver-gray power armor, covered with mysterious runes, and wielded a halberd to fight against various demonic enemies.

Khyron is his new name.

This is a hopeful and beautiful ending for the Midnight Lord.

But there are still many more possibilities for the future—

No, there won't be any more.

Koz mustered his courage and reached out to help the young man who had collapsed to the ground.

He dispelled all illusions and mysteries before him, and for the first time, acted according to his own will, not the guidance of prophecy.

Fear is indeed a powerful enemy.

While others were afraid of Coz, wasn't Coz also afraid of himself?
But ultimately, everyone has to face fear.

Perhaps their future will be even bleaker, and the future pointed to by those prophecies he did not see will be even more distorted and terrifying than it is now.

But it's also possible that an unimaginably vast future awaits Coz, the Midnight Lord, and Nostrama.

He had lost his courage before, but this time, he would seize it.

That's a hand.

Kazan did not face the inevitable death he was destined to endure.

Those were hands of aid and redemption, grasping his hand in a way that left him somewhat incredulous.

Koz's hands were a little cold, but not bloody at all, Kazan was sure of it. The other man was never a bloodthirsty person.

"A midnight ghost?"

That was an unbelievable question from Kazan.

"Humph."

But the other party did not reply.

As if dissatisfied with his own kindness, his expression suddenly turned from gentle to cold.

After snorting, it instantly transformed into a gust of black wind and left the place.

"?"

Kazan almost laughed at the other person's reaction.

For the first time, he sensed that the Midnight King was not just a killing machine.

He's a human being with flesh and blood, too.

Kazan thought to himself.

After Koz left, Kazan, trembling, leaned against the wall and slowly walked toward the central hall where Skolewalker was.

He saw the half-open hall door in front of him.

"Hey, welcome."

That was Kaska, who had already taken off his mask, and he was waving to Kazan, who was trying his best to open the door.

And there was Cevita, who had been waiting behind the door for a long time.

And a large number of Solar Auxiliary Army troops.

And there's Skolewalker, pinned to the ground, awaiting execution by Coz ​​himself.

And there's also Midnight King Coz.

They all looked in their direction.

这 是
This is the result of the raid.

The whole process ended very quickly.

Or rather, the Skolewalker family simply had no chance to fight back.

The Yakit Court Army, from the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, is an auxiliary force under the command of the Sons of the Emperor.

This auxiliary army was mainly composed of men from the old military aristocratic families of Europe, and was made up of respectable young men whom Coz dreamed of having.

The moment Casca gave the order, they surrounded the entire mansion except for the front gate.

Excluding the main gate where Kazan is located.

"why is that?"

"It's to awaken your own power, and also to make these two fanatical justice fanatics lose their bet with me."

Kasga smiled as he looked at the two midnight wanderers beside him, one big and one small.

"Some things cannot be achieved by simply talking about them."

"Only practical proof can convince people. Kazan, you did a great job."

Kasgar hadn't expected that he would be able to perform beyond his awakened psionic talent.

"The Midnight King has pardoned your crimes, why don't you quickly thank him?"

Ah! Oh!

Somewhat belatedly, Kazan immediately knelt down: "Thank you—"

"stand up."

Koz spoke even faster than the other person: "I'm not doing this out of pity for your plight."

"After this, you will join the Night Lords Legion and become a son in my shadow."

Although he was a bit arrogant, Coz's statement was also very simple and clear.

—Kazan, be my son!

"well!"

"puff."

Upon seeing this, Casca let out a barely suppressed laugh.

(Only Casca dares to laugh)
"Disperse the auxiliary troops throughout the hive and command all subordinates to capture members of the original family's forces."

After executing his family members, Kasgar commanded his auxiliary troops to help Koz manage everything in Nostramore.

"It seems your people aren't that afraid of you."

Inside the family mansion, Casgar spoke to Koz beside him.

"What they fear is a tangible midnight king, not an abstract midnight ghost. That's why their fear will only rise and fall with your arrival and departure."

"In this way, the government will only exist as long as the people are alive, and cease to exist when the people die."

"If possible, I would like to establish a permanent, abstract concept of midnight ghosts, only in this way can corrupt officials feel a deep-seated fear forever."

"You make a lot of sense."

Koz nodded in agreement.

He had no problem with it.

Anyway, he's just the Midnight Lord Champion.

He didn't care who the real commander of the Night Lords Legion was, whether it was Sevita or Kasgar.

"Furthermore, Fugrim said she misses you and hopes you can return to the Great Crusade as soon as possible."

"The combined fleet of the Sons of the Emperor's Legion, in addition to the Imperial Fist, seems to be cooperating with another Primarch Legion in recent times to attack the Xenomorphs."

On his long, thin face, a smile crept across Koz's lips.

"Which Primarch Legion? If possible, I'll set off immediately."

Casca also gave a confident smile.

The Coz issue was resolved smoothly.

With the toughest nut to crack gone, the remaining Primarchs will only be the easier ones to talk to.

"His name seems to be Ryan Aljonsen."

Casca's smile vanished.

(End of this chapter)