Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

The shuttle didn't stop at all; with the roar of its rocket engines, it flew back towards the transport ship in near-Earth orbit.

Don't ask why this thing, which looks almost exactly like a modern airplane, can fly around in a vacuum.

30K aerodynamics, kid.

"gone?"

The family's informants were hiding in the shadowy alley, and he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.

What did those imperialists mean by sending an empty shuttle down?

He recorded everything he saw, and after confirming that no one was following him, he quickly walked out of the alley and hurried into the crowd like a passerby.

He had a strong sense of counter-surveillance, but he forgot one thing.

—Look at the top of your head.

Above the black reliefs on the towering roof crouched the man whom the Nostramo people feared most.

A midnight ghost.

Guided by the illusion, he returned to Nostrama.

Perhaps even he himself often asked himself whether the fear he had left behind on Nostramamo would last, and whether all of this was really as he had hoped.

Although all these questions were answered the moment he saw his family dare to use underhanded methods to monitor imperial officials riding the shuttle.

But he still suppressed the murderous intent rising in his heart.

For the sake of greater justice, he decided to let the two henchmen off the hook for the time being.

Unexpectedly, after only a few months of his absence, the entire Nostrama region had already begun to forget the fear in their hearts.

It seems that I haven't killed enough.

Koz thought to himself, filled with self-reproach.

In the future, he must wipe out all those corrupt bureaucrats and damned family forces, and show them, and all the people of Nostrama, what they will face after losing their fear!

Future future!

He clutched his forehead in pain, as if something was exploding inside him.

Koz saw it!

He saw the infinitely distant future, and the present where infinite possibilities still exist. The endlessly surging tributaries of time converged, and then separated to form new streams.

Endless changes may be unfolding before his eyes.

He attempted to kill corrupt bureaucrats and their families, displaying their broken and gruesome corpses high above the ground.

Or, a major purge could be carried out on the entire Nostrama, eliminating everyone connected to the corrupt upper class.

But no matter what choice he ultimately makes, the outcome seems to remain unchanged.

Nostradamus will always be there after he leaves.

This period can be long or short, ranging from decades to just a few months.

No matter how many times he killed the Midnight Ghost, it was useless.

Unless he truly abandons the Great Expedition and dedicates himself entirely to punishing criminals on the land of Nostrama.

Otherwise, once he leaves, the entire planet will return to its usual state.

In his visions of the future, he also attempted to manage Nostrama through agents.

However, it won't be long before these agents are corrupted by power and money, becoming the family's white gloves, seizing huge amounts of benefits for them.

then

thump.

Nostrama burst into bloom like fireworks.

—It seems that everything is always ended by such an extermination order.

This was the ending of Nostramas in the illusion he saw.

It seems that no matter how many times Koz tried, the result was always the same: he was taken away by a single extermination order.

And that one difference... wait! He really found it!

In the endless illusion of transformation, Kotz found a particularly strange tributary—from above, this tributary of the future seemed to have been strangely altered because of someone who would never appear in the present world.

Is that Casca?

He could sense that this entity, which had made some kind of dirty warp deal with his father, seemed to be causing some irreversible effects on the world.

Koz tried to observe and try to think.

Ultimately, he saw the future under the influence of Casca, and he wanted to know what exactly happened in that future.

By separating himself from the mists of the subspace, he finally saw everything.

Those were two strangely dressed Batman figures.

Koz: "?"

He really is a strangely dressed guy.

Whether it was Coz or the three thugs they were facing, at this moment, their thoughts were the same.

What is this?

After Casca and Sevita finished introducing themselves, they both confidently raised their heads.

Standing at two and a half meters tall with sculpted muscles, he appeared like two towering black towers in front of the three thugs, his black bodysuit making him look like a giant black tower.

Anyway, no one has ever actually seen what the Midnight Ghost looks like, so what's wrong with Casca dressing up as one?

It definitely has the momentum.

But it seems that mere presence wasn't enough to convince these three guys.

"No, you, you are not midnight ghosts."

One of them stepped forward and said.

Perhaps it was because Casca and Sevita's appearances were so bizarre that the three guys didn't feel much fear at all.

Just by looking at their physiques, these two men could easily twist their heads off.

But I still don't feel fear.

Perhaps it's because they're both not very bright.

"no?"

With a slightly lowered head, Casca's eyes were fixed on the daring thug beneath him.

"Have you ever seen the true face of a midnight ghost? What gives you the right to think I'm not a midnight ghost?"

"I don't know. But first of all, Midnight Ghost isn't a Black man."

As he spoke, he pointed to Casca's chin, which was covered by the Batman mask.

"The skin color of the Nostramo people is like this."

As he spoke, the thug pointed to Sevita next to Casca.

You can tell from the skin on their chins that the real Nostramo people were all that pale.

Casca isn't considered black.

But compared to the deathly pale skin of the Nostramo people, almost anyone with even a little bit of pigmentation on their skin would be called a black person.

In other words, almost all Imperials could be called "Blacks" by the Nostramo people.

"What did you say?!"

Kasgar was furious.

“This is discrimination!”

"Seomega Midnight Ghost, tell me, in Nostramore, what should be the sentence for racial discrimination against others!?"

“I don’t know. As far as I know, the Midnight King has never executed anyone for this kind of issue.”

"Tsk."

Casca curled his lip.

"I can't believe it! Omega Midnight Ghost, even you discriminate against me?!"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that at all. Please don't misunderstand. I mean, I also have many Imperial friends."

"Have you two had enough fun?"

The thug who came out looked helplessly at the two strangely dressed big guys who were saying things he couldn't understand in front of him.

Pure drama queen.

His words carried three parts sadness, three parts helplessness, and four parts embarrassment.

The guy who had been cornered earlier had already taken the opportunity to escape without a trace.

If we can't find any good hostages today...

"Of course not, dear citizens of Nostramore."

Casca laughed as he grabbed the guy who dared to rush forward and provoke Midnight Wanderer by the neck with a speed that thugs could never imagine.

"We came for you."

His tone suddenly turned icy.

What had previously seemed like a joke now sounded particularly terrifying.

Perhaps they weren't very bright, but their strength was always undeniably real.

Then, Casca gently lifted him up from his neck.

He couldn't breathe.

"Quick! Run!"

The remaining two thugs then realized that the other party was not joking at all.

Whether or not it was a midnight ghost is another matter, but the opponent's methods and strength are by no means inferior!

run!

He didn't even care about his companions, and immediately ran towards the street ahead, where the streetlights were shining brightly.

There, countless pedestrians and passersby come and go.

Once you enter a well-lit area, the other party won't dare to risk exposing their identity to arrest you!

Whatever you do, please don't chase after us!

As the two thugs ran for their lives, they kept praying.

As long as he can set foot on the bright streets of the Nest City, the other side will have no way to catch him!

It's getting closer, very close!

Although they didn't know why there was no sound from the two self-proclaimed Midnight Ghosts behind them, this was exactly what they wanted!

Whatever you do, don't chase after them! Whatever you do, don't chase after them!

They were just a few steps away from bursting out of the dark alley—

Looking at the bustling street right in front of him, he had never felt his heart beating so fast.

At this moment, his mind was completely focused on running, as if he had already stepped one foot out of the shadows of that alley.

"Go."

With a light command behind them, a sound of wind breaking and a gust of air that was beyond their comprehension swept past the thugs' ears.

With unimaginable speed, the midnight ghost arrived beside the two and, with an unstoppable force, flung them back along with the momentum of their escape.

Accompanied by another almost silent wail, passersby continued their hurried pace.

In Nostradamo, everyone has their own things to do.

No one would care about what was happening in the dark alleys of this city.