Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"He's all alone. What else can he do to get hundreds of billions of bastards to listen to him?"

"He doesn't have the energy to educate those bastards one by one; fear is enough for him!"

The Space Marines' reverence for the Primarch was never an exaggeration, and this was further amplified by Severta's own deep admiration for Koz.

It's hard to find another legion commander besides Sevita who has served as a legion commander for the Primarch for so long with such dedication and absolute loyalty.

“You’re right, Septa.”

Casca did not refute the other party, "Time is tight and the task is heavy, so Koz's fear is indeed an effective means."

"But that's also the problem—when a person dies, their policies end. After Coates leaves, those who feared him will show their fangs."

“Even as you just heard, they use the name of midnight ghosts to scare other people as a tool to exploit them for paying taxes.”

If Coz can use fear, then the Nostramas will learn to use it against others.

After the Midnight Wraiths's disciplinary measures failed, this terrifying system will become the best tool for the upper families to exploit, dragging Nostramaur back into the abyss.

"If Coz can truly manage an entire generation and completely correct the prevailing atmosphere, Nostrama's future will be full of hope."

"But if he can't do it, what can we do?"

Sevita added, his gaze fixed on the busy vehicles and pedestrians beneath the streetlights ahead.

"Bring the midnight spirits back to everyone on Nostrama."

As he spoke, Casca confidently pointed to the emblem on his chest: "I am Alpha Midnight Tour—"

"Hiss, wait a minute."

Kasgar felt as if he heard some kind of sound.

"Who's there? Come out!"

Kaska crouched down and growled at the dark rooftops behind him.

"What happened?"

There's something there.

Casca, his face grim, climbed up the roof from one side and darted from one side of the roof decoration to the other.

Unfortunately, Casca saw nothing.

nobody?

Perhaps some unknown wildcat slipped away from Nostrama's pipes?

Casca thought to himself.

the next day.

It was the same time and the same place.

This time, all three of the previous thugs were present.

They might have wanted to run, but given the infamous reputation of the Midnight Ghost—"Even if he knew Casca wasn't, Sevita was very likely to be"—none of the three of them escaped.

If I don't run, I can live for a while longer. At least when I die, if the midnight ghost is satisfied, I can die a quick death.

If I run away, I guess I'll only be able to see myself on Midnight King's [Lover TV] live stream.

"Very good, you have all arrived here as promised."

"Next, come with us to take care of some business."

As he spoke, Kasgar lifted Kazan, who was standing in front of him, while Sevita lifted the other two.

"let's go!"

In an instant, Kazan felt as if he were flying.

The incredibly fast sound of wind cutting through the air, like flying, whistled past Kazan's ears, making it difficult for him to even open his eyes.

They could only rely on the faint light to judge their position.

Rapid displacement.

Even though only a few seconds had passed, he seemed to have moved hundreds of meters based on the light source, speeding across the entire rooftop of the Nest City.

Soon, he could no longer see the location of the nest he had been in.

"Right here."

After an unknown amount of time flying, Casca and Sevita stopped in front of a building.

Although the exterior of the black Gothic building still follows the STC template of the past, the newly added intricate gold decorations on the exterior walls are enough to show the luxurious taste of the building's owner.

好土

Kasgar couldn't help but think to himself that this was the second most obsessed guy he'd ever been with painting everything in gold.

"Kazan."

"I'm here!"

Seemingly preparing to take action, Kazan stepped forward to respond with extreme trepidation.

"What is my mission? Brother, I'm ready to act at any time!"

"Just guarding the door, or rather, I don't expect you to do anything."

"Just being alive is enough."

Casca certainly wouldn't expect three petty thugs to do anything significant.

As for those tough nuts to crack.

Casca glanced at the several burly bodyguards in front of the mansion, then at Sevita beside him.

The two understood each other.

"We came for you."

Emerging from the shadows, the two stepped through the void.

"Who?"

The bodyguards cautiously braced their guns.

The next moment, the lights shone on the two mysterious guests.

Two Batman?

The slaughter at this filthy family mansion did not last long.

Two top-tier Space Marines, even though Sevita was just a recruit at the time, his combat ability was already comparable to that of any Legion warrior.

With their combined efforts, the two quickly eliminated all the bodyguards in the official residence.

Including the person who is the target of this trip.

"The item is hidden."

As he spoke, Kaska licked the blood of the dead family executive.

As Space Marines, analyzing the memories of their targets through their flesh and blood has always been one of their abilities.

"here."

Casca twisted a hidden knob, then entered a string of numbers into the sealed box behind it, and finally completed the verification using the guy's dead fingerprint.

The cabinet was pulled open, revealing a room full of gold coins to Casca.

Gold coins are popping up!

This isn't your average gold coin.

Nostrama's monetary system differs slightly from that of the Empire.

As the source of adamantite, the highest-grade gold coins on Nostrama are naturally made of high-purity adamantite. Wearing a full set of gold coins (if one can actually bear the weight) would almost make one immune to most of the Empire's current individual weapons.

His ill-gotten gains alone were enough to arm at least ten Imperial Guards with armor.

It was money amassed in just a few months.

damn it.

How much of the human empire's abundance of resources is truly due to scarcity?

How much of it is wasted in the hands of these damned insects?

If all this refined gold could be melted down into armor for the Imperial Guard, how many more worlds' inhabitants could be saved in battle?

Damn thing!

Casgar angrily kicked the executive officer's corpse.

Sometimes, you have to admire Coz's methods.

It may seem a bit cruel.

But once you know what dirty, beastly things these people have done, you might even feel that everything Koz did was a bit too conservative.

No wonder Sevita was so supportive of blasting everything on this planet to smithereens.

(In the original story, it was also he who issued the extermination order for Nostrama.)

Enraged, Casca chipped a large hole through the desk, which was clearly made of fine wood.

"Big brother, what are we going to do next?"

After clearing the area, the three thugs who had been following behind him sneaked in.

"What?"

Casca pointed to the entire room of gold coins next to him, which was filled with hidden doors.

"Go, distribute all these gold coins to me."

Chapter 153 The Birth of the Midnight Ghost

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door of a house in Nostradamo.

The homeowner did not respond—to the Nostramo people, anything that knocks at night is not considered human.

Although there is no clear distinction between day and night in Nostradamo, people still need rest, and even the whole city needs rest after a long day of intense work.

Originally, the work didn't take this long—until recently, the family started a new cycle.

They increased various exorbitant taxes and levies, and threatened people with the arrival of midnight ghosts to force them to contribute to their factories.

If so, they too would follow the example of the midnight ghosts, publicly executing those who strongly resist, branding the taste of fear into the hearts of every Nostrama.

As the family intensified its pursuit of profit, the entire Nest City society followed suit.

Originally disappeared under the suppression of the Coz, the family's Black Glove gang has begun to operate in all the hive districts of Nostramore as well.

Using all sorts of righteous and unrighteous methods, until everyone is completely squeezed dry, so that even if they live a mediocre life, they will not be able to accumulate any wealth for themselves.

Even worse.

They exploit them to the bone, using usurious loans to forever burden them with inescapable and terrifying debts.

In order to survive, people at the bottom of society sell everything, from their souls to their bodies.

Male thieves and female prostitutes have always been the way things are.

Are Nostrama's sons born robbers? Are Nostrama's daughters born shameless?

"I think it's hard to say."

“I won’t allow you to call yourself a son of the beach, Sevita.”

"You! Fine, I don't count."

With various factions squeezing and plundering each other in Nostramo, there is no longer any sense of safety here at night.

Perhaps after the midnight ghosts appeared, the entire neighborhood experienced a brief period of peace where doors were left unlocked at night and lost items were left unattended.

But soon, with the Midnight King leaving Nostramore, everything returned to normal.

"Who's out there?!"