Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

While being flung back into the alley, the thug saw the other person's face.

That was one of the men whose skin was as pale as Nostramamo's. What did he call himself again?

Omega Midnight Ghost?

When his mind was completely blank, he couldn't help but think this way.

The two thugs fell to the ground, or more precisely, at Casca's feet, with a loud crash.

Although Sevita had only recently undergone Space Marine modification...

As one of the first Space Marines selected by Koz through rigorous screening, and a promising candidate particularly favored by Koz, Sevita was already a well-known young fighter in the local hive before being selected.

A genius unparalleled on the entire planet Nostramo, even without the genetic modification of the Astartes, he was capable of taking on a hundred opponents single-handedly.

Moreover, these were two thugs who had no will to fight.

"It's done."

As if treating some kind of animal, he slowly walked back, kicking the two guys lying on the ground groaning in pain as he did so.

"Indeed, your speed, power, and accuracy far exceed my expectations."

"Even without further training, your skill level will not be inferior to any Astartes recruit."

Satisfied, Kaska turned to look at the man he was holding by the throat, his face filled with terror.

Despair filled the other person's eyes.

"No! You...you can't kill me!"

“Under Nostramore’s current laws, this is merely intentional assault and robbery; we are not guilty of murder!”

"You should obey the law, great Midnight King!"

"really."

The guy who called himself Alpha Midnight Ghost nodded.

"But unfortunately, we are midnight ghosts."

This time, it was Omega who spoke.

The Lord of the Night will show no mercy for any evil, not even the slightest one.

The thug knew this—a few months ago, the Midnight King often transformed into a midnight ghost to broadcast executions live, and the heart-wrenching screams of the victims remained fresh in his memory.

Trembling like a leaf under the fear of the unknown.

"but."

With a snap, Casca released his grip, letting him fall back to the ground.

“I’ll give you one minute of mercy—tell me, you… hiss, the Sawtooth Gang, how many of you are there, and why are you robbing passersby?”

"Ahem, if I told you, how could I possibly escape death?"

"Are you negotiating with the midnight ghost?"

Casca laughed, a chilling laugh.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

"It's all because of the higher-ups; they forced us to do this!"

"The guy who controls this neighborhood is sent by a higher-ups! He said we have to pay money to redevelop this neighborhood, but not only has the money we were given gone, he wants us to pay him all of it!"

"Didn't we receive money many times before? Why didn't you save any?"

"I deposited it! How could I not deposit it! But after they stopped for a while after collecting the money the first time, and seeing that they weren't punished, they started to escalate their actions!"

“They repeatedly demand money from us under various pretexts, and when we don’t have the money, they threaten us not to pay taxes. This is a heinous crime, and the midnight ghosts will come to punish us!”

It sounds a bit like tithes and courts, which makes sense.

"We have no choice but to go back to our old ways if we can't afford to pay."

"Oh? The old ways?" Casca raised an eyebrow slightly. "So, you did this before?"

"I...I was just using a metaphor! Sir, it was just a metaphor!"

"We really have no other choice! If we don't pay taxes, we'll be killed by the midnight ghost; if we try to rob someone, we'll be killed too. Either way, we're going to die. We have no other option!"

"They forced us into this! They forced us into this situation!"

As he spoke, the man burst into tears, utterly humiliated.

"Really! I would never dare to do it again! My lord, I can tell you any information you want!"

Please, please don't kill us!

"The moment you commit a crime, the judgment of the midnight ghosts has already begun."

"No one can save you."

Casca's words were as cold and despairing as the midnight king himself.

"But I can give you a choice—"

"choose.?"

The petty thug, who had already fallen into despair, had a sliver of hope rekindled.

It caught fire, but not much.

He knew the methods of the Midnight Ghost; most likely, it would force him to choose one of countless torture devices before he died.

"One, you can choose to die now."

As Casca spoke, he held up one finger.

"two."

"We would like to invite you to participate in something that will be very interesting for the future of the entire planet."

"I want you to risk your lives for me, for ten days."

"Ten days later, after we have executed that corrupt official, you will die."

"Otherwise, I won't care how much tax he collects from you. No matter how much, you'll have to pay it."

After saying that, Casca put his hands behind his back.

Faced with their only glimmer of hope, the three thugs looked at each other in bewilderment.

Live on! There is still hope for survival!

Even if it's only for ten days, they will seize any possibility as long as they can survive.

"We are willing! We are all willing! Sir! We are willing to serve you!"

"What's your name?"

"Kazan, my lord."

"My name is Kazan."

Nostradamus is a common name; people from the lower classes with little education don't pay much attention to naming.

“Okay, Kazan.” Kasgar reached out and pulled him up from the ground.

"No need to call me sir, I am Alpha Reppa, I am Alpha Midnight Wanderer."

I almost blurted it out.

"If you really don't dare to call me that, just call me Big Brother."

"This is your second brother."

“And my first task for you,” Casca said, extending his finger again, “is to gather here at the same time one day from now.”

Do you understand?

"understand!"

The crowd dispersed.

In an almost frenzied manner, the three survivors ran wildly in all directions in ecstasy.

In their vision, they became tiny black dots and eventually disappeared under the streetlights.

"You let them go?"

"They weren't scared at all; they were just let go like that?"

Sevita asked, almost accusingly, "You don't really think these Nostramores will keep their promises once their fear is gone?"

As a native of Nostradamo, he knew the locals' character best.

Greedy, shameless, insane, and utterly without scruples. It can be said that only a fanatic like Coz, who disregards all consequences, could turn the humans on this planet back into humans.

If it were any other Primarch, Nostramor would always have been utterly crushed by the Great Extinction Order.

On this planet, there are probably only a handful of people who are truly worth saving.

Including Sevita himself.

He didn't believe he had any hope of being saved.

"This is a classic question, and I know that the Nostramo people are indeed very bad."

“You’re right, Septa.”

"But have you ever considered who drove them to this point?"

As he spoke, Casca gently placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Family members oppress the lower classes, corrupt bureaucrats exploit them, and powerful gangs devour each other, surviving by eating their own people. To survive, the people of Nostradamus will stop at nothing.”

"Or rather, only those who abandon morality can survive in the bottom of Nostradamus."

"The problem has never been about human nature, Seppika."

"It's like torturing someone relentlessly and then asking them why they hate themselves so much, or whether it indicates a violent tendency. Your questions will only get you the results you want."

"You mean—you want to transform the entire Nostrama in just a few days?"

"Commander, you must be insane! There are billions of people on Nostramore. Even the Lord of the Night couldn't save this utterly corrupt land. How could you possibly—?"

Sevita retorted loudly in disbelief.

When the other party pulled out the bodysuit, Sevita thought that this guy must have lost his mind and suddenly gone crazy.

But he never expected that Casca would be so mentally challenged!

“Even the ugliest mutants, I’ve seen the Ninth Legion reshape them into blonde beauties and handsome men.”

Beneath the Batman mask, Kasgar revealed a standard smile.

"But it has nothing to do with Nostramore, that's impossible, unrealistic! Even Lord Coz couldn't do it!"

Sevita originally thought that although Nostrama was a piece of shit, Koz's methods could at least intimidate these scoundrels for a while through fear.

But after he accompanied Casca to the landing, Sevita fell into utter despair regarding Nostrama.

Several months.

After only a few months, everything on Nostrama began to return to its original state.

All are back.

The old village, the old village is back!

It would be better to have Lord Koz launch a rocket and send them all to heaven!

"Koz? That's a topic worth discussing. Tell me, what do you think of Koz?"

"to be honest."

Casca asked, as if changing the subject.

“I think he’s pretty good. With him around, Nostradamus was able to return to normal, and my childhood was able to be spent peacefully.”

"But he also killed a lot of innocent people, didn't he? Don't you think it was wrong of him to kill innocent people?"

Yes, but—

Sevita answered with a hint of anxiety, as if he were eager to hear Casca speak ill of Koz: "But without him, even more people will suffer!"