Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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!"

"go to hell!!!"

The bursting frost and eerie light were omens of a wizard, and the two guards were deeply wary of such a person 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.