Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Then, the influence of the midnight ghosts spread.

More and more corpses were adorned with spikes, and more and more horrific scenes were etched into the eyes of every Nostramoman.

Corrupt high-ranking officials, notorious gang leaders, and ruthless outlaws were murdered using all sorts of novel and creative methods, and then adorned with even more creative devices on top of government buildings, security nets, and clock towers.

Fear began to spread among everyone.

The murders committed by the midnight ghosts have no pattern—the poor and the rich, gangsters and family tycoons, people of all classes, powers, appearances, ages, and genders are all turned into terrified corpses hanging from the top of the city by the midnight ghosts' claws.

The only people it doesn't kill are those who never commit crimes and have a clear conscience.

But on Nostradamus, who can truly say they have a clear conscience?

In order to survive, too many people in this resource-scarce world have resorted to trickery and force to seize what does not belong to them.

Furthermore, due to spiritual emptiness and lack of discipline, various anesthetic drugs became the only remaining form of entertainment for the lower classes, spreading rampantly in the city's pipes and alleyways.

Logically speaking, everyone who survived in Nostrama should be guilty.

But Conrad Coates didn't care about any of that.

If you are guilty, you should be killed.

He must instill fear and justice in the hearts of everyone.

No reason.

Or rather, he was created for the purpose of upholding the seemingly illusory goal of "justice."

No matter the cost, no matter the means used.

He had to do it, even if it was somewhat cruel.

Sometimes, when he is alone and lost in thought late at night, Koz will reflect on whether he has gone too far in everything he has done.

Did he really kill the evildoer in the name of upholding justice?

Or perhaps, in his heart, he simply enjoys torture and killing, likes to see others filled with fear and terror, and likes to hear the pitiful cries of others as they are dying?

"Killing the wicked to uphold justice" is just a self-comforting anesthetic to find a suitable target for him. In fact, everything that Midnight Ghost does is no different from anyone else on Nostrama.

But in the end, I convinced myself.

All of this is for the sake of upholding justice, and all of this is for the sake of creating a better world.

There is no other way.

Despite his killings and tortures, many in Nostradamus still risked their lives to survive, and countless others risked everything to make a last-ditch effort.

But the guilty cannot escape the clutches of the midnight ghosts, no matter what.

—We haven't killed enough, we haven't been ruthless enough.

It is not enough to instill in people more fear of future misfortunes.

This is Coz's assessment of those in Nostramore who still harbor wishful thinking.

We have to keep killing.

Perhaps this is indeed a cruel, foolish, and stupid approach.

But for Nostrama, the Midnight Ghosts' frenzied murders ultimately proved effective.

Not only did the noble families who controlled the adamant gold trade begin to squander their wealth out of fear, trying to make amends for their past mistakes and praying that they would not be pursued by the midnight ghosts;

After taking control of the neighborhood, lower- and middle-class gang members actively cultivated relationships with local residents and took the initiative to maintain public order.

As for the old and dilapidated purification and emission systems in the nest city.

Initially, engineers who held positions without merit and obtained their jobs through favoritism and corruption had no idea how to repair these exquisite creations of the past.

Until the midnight ghost began his murderous journey.

As more and more engineers died tragically, the last few engineers, driven by fear, unleashed an unparalleled learning ability.

Finally, guided by clues pieced together from the corpses of his deceased colleagues, the Midnight Ghost completed the renovation of the Nest City's ancient drainage and self-cleaning system.

That was a masterpiece.

It must be said that even a midnight ghost might be amazed by his work.

Surely, after building such a beautiful and complete system, I will be able to escape the mad slaughter by those midnight ghosts.

I came for you.

With the hissing sound characteristic of the Nostrama language, the pale-faced, tall midnight ghost appeared before the engineer, who was now filled with nothing but despair.

He did a great job.

Even the midnight ghost had to praise his work.

But, it's too slow.

Midnight ghosts don't like inefficiency.

The next day, with the new system in use, the mangled corpse was also hung on the eaves.

Fortunately, thanks to the mercy of the midnight ghosts, the biological tissues that were preserved in the corpses were significantly more than those of their former colleagues.

The remains of the hanging corpse were also creatively spelled out by the midnight ghosts as the word "good" in Nostrama as a testament to his hard work.

To show encouragement.

This incident greatly "motivated" other engineers and all sectors of the company to work hard, and Nostradamo's environment, development, and security were greatly improved thanks to people's voluntary curfew.

Everything is moving in a positive direction.

But seemingly driven by fear, the last survivors also launched a frantic counterattack.

In a state of extreme panic and nervous tension, many families and gangs that had not yet been completely wiped out, knowing that all hope was lost, chose to unite and make a final stand—they dispatched their absolute elites and armed them with the best weapons and armor forged from the finest adamantite ore in Nostramor.

These most powerful family elites began to delve deeper into Nostramore, attempting to help their masters find the Midnight Ghosts and thus eliminate this major threat in one fell swoop.

But all failed.

Every day, the family could only see more mutilated corpses moving around on the top of the superstructure—no one knew how the Midnight Ghost managed to carry the bodies up there undetected, nor did anyone know the extent to which he could hide.

Not only the elite troops recruited, but also family members—before the midnight ghosts, all evil will be brought to justice. At the top of the spire.

Driven by daily despair, entire families collapsed from extreme fear.

Those moderates who advocated reform and charity were brought to the forefront and became the diligent, hardworking and honest rulers of Chaodu.

Finally, after sensing that he had left an indelible mark on the world, Koz stepped out from behind the scenes as a midnight ghost for the first time to tell those who harbored a deep-seated fear of him.

They were given a choice: obey or die a horrible death.

It seems that the leaders of the hive have no other choice.

From that time on, all the administrators on Nostrama voluntarily submitted to Conrad Coz, who was also the Midnight Wanderer.

From a rotten, sinful, and deadly world to a "wonderful" world where justice and law-abiding behavior are upheld and set a good example for others.

The entire Nostramamo was completely transformed.

Under Coates’ iron-fisted rule, his policies were impeccably rigorous, yet surprisingly mild and humane.

When disputes arise but do not warrant criminal charges, his impartiality as an arbitrator is something that makes everyone feel ashamed of.

This wise king seemed to be loved by everyone in Nostramore.

But if he hears of any injustice committed by some tactless fellow on the planet...

Conrad Coates would once again become a midnight ghost.

—We'll be at your doorstep very soon.

After capturing the criminals, Coz would torture and torment them to death in a live broadcast around the world.

Even under his rule, every citizen was required to have a video device so that everyone could understand the only fate of criminals and feel fear before they committed injustices.

Let fear take root in the heart of every Nostradamus.

This strange form of torture actually had a certain degree of effectiveness—Nostrama ushered in a new golden age.

Gold exports increased dramatically, and other industries followed suit. Various innovative technologies reappeared on the land of Nostramo after countless years.

And unlike before, for the first time, economic prosperity benefited all levels of Nostradamus society.

The bottom-dwelling inhabitants, who were once so poor that people had to eat each other to survive, are now able to share in the wealth they never dared to dream of, while the upper class is living in fear of being suspended in a spire.

It seems that the whole of Nostrama is on the right track?

After doing all this for Nostramaur, the great wise king, Conrad Coz, sat quietly on his throne.

He had just been playing amicably with the children who were being fostered in the orphanage. At this time, the world was at peace, and even in the city of Nostramore, which had hundreds of billions of inhabitants, not a single person dared to commit any unjust crime.

Conrad Coates looked up at the sky.

The sense of accomplishment I had imagined did not come; instead, I felt a deep, piercing emptiness.

Fear had been etched into the hearts of every Nostradamus, and with no criminals left, there was no need for Koz to continue his punishments.

Unable to find a suitable culprit, he felt a void, the void of a hunter who has lost his prey.

Accept your fate, Koz, you're just a piece of trash.

He said to himself.

But at the same time, Coz also felt a long-lost thrill.

Soon after, a towering golden giant will lead a large group of warriors to Nostramore, and from then on, Koz, the enforcer of justice, will have a new mission.

—This is his psychic prophetic ability.

At present, when his condition is not yet serious, the prophecy that Koz is facing is relatively mild and will not cause him too much mental stress.

As he meditated on his throne, he seemed to see something more.

He will be leaving Nostradamus soon.

After leaving the planet, what will Nostramo's future be?

hiss.

With a slight sting, Coz saw the future.

It was a huge spaceship, with a size and armament he had never imagined.

The energy released from just one of these giant cannons is enough to destroy a large city.

On this ship, a giant dressed in a red robe and black armor, wielding a long sword—a blond giant as tall as Koz—roared and ordered the ship's cannons to fire, utterly destroying Nostramo.

Is this the end of Nostrama?

wrong.

The scene changes, the interior of the warship changes, the color of the armor changes to dark blue, and the wings on the helmet change from feathers to bat wings.

Two smaller giants are arguing.

“Shen, if you are truly weak enough, then I am willing to do it for you.”

"Stop! Sevita, we can't go on like this, we have to stop his madness!"

Nostradamo

The sounds that followed became unusually muffled and indistinct; he couldn't hear them, which was extremely frustrating.

Fortunately, he was able to see the result—he was blasted to smithereens by another cannon.

This is Nostrama's fate: to be blasted to smithereens by a green cannon, or perhaps a blue one.

There are choices, but not many.

Why did this happen?!

Sitting on the throne, Koz screamed and pounded on the armrests of the chair, wildly swinging his fists as if venting his anger.

why? !

Hasn't he already instilled fear in everyone on Nostrama?!

Haven't the citizens of this planet all become excellent role models? Why did it still have to be blown up in the end?

Hasn't he already done his job fairly? Isn't this fair?

This is it! This is it! This is justice!!!