Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"A midnight ghost?"

That was an unbelievable question from Kazan.

"Humph."

But the other party did not reply.

As if dissatisfied with his own kindness, his expression suddenly turned from gentle to cold.

After snorting, it instantly transformed into a gust of black wind and left the place.

"?"

Kazan almost laughed at the other person's reaction.

For the first time, he sensed that the Midnight King was not just a killing machine.

He's a human being with flesh and blood, too.

Kazan thought to himself.

After Koz left, Kazan, trembling, leaned against the wall and slowly walked toward the central hall where Skolewalker was.

He saw the half-open hall door in front of him.

"Hey, welcome."

That was Kaska, who had already taken off his mask, and he was waving to Kazan, who was trying his best to open the door.

And there was Cevita, who had been waiting behind the door for a long time.

And a large number of Solar Auxiliary Army troops.

And there's Skolewalker, pinned to the ground, awaiting execution by Coz ​​himself.

And there's also Midnight King Coz.

They all looked in their direction.

这 是

This is the result of the raid.

The whole process ended very quickly.

Or rather, the Skolewalker family simply had no chance to fight back.

The Yakit Court Army, from the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, is an auxiliary force under the command of the Sons of the Emperor.

This auxiliary army was mainly composed of men from the old military aristocratic families of Europe, and was made up of respectable young men whom Coz dreamed of having.

The moment Casca gave the order, they surrounded the entire mansion except for the front gate.

Excluding the main gate where Kazan is located.

"why is that?"

"It's to awaken your own power, and also to make these two fanatical justice fanatics lose their bet with me."

Kasga smiled as he looked at the two midnight wanderers beside him, one big and one small.

"Some things cannot be achieved by simply talking about them."

"Only practical proof can convince people. Kazan, you did a great job."

Kasgar hadn't expected that he would be able to perform beyond his awakened psionic talent.

"The Midnight King has pardoned your crimes, why don't you quickly thank him?"

Ah! Oh!

Somewhat belatedly, Kazan immediately knelt down: "Thank you—"

"stand up."

Koz spoke even faster than the other person: "I'm not doing this out of pity for your plight."

"After this, you will join the Night Lords Legion and become a son in my shadow."

Although he was a bit arrogant, Coz's statement was also very simple and clear.

—Kazan, be my son!

"well!"

"puff."

Upon seeing this, Casca let out a barely suppressed laugh.

(Only Casca dares to laugh)

"Disperse the auxiliary troops throughout the hive and command all subordinates to capture members of the original family's forces."

After executing his family members, Kasgar commanded his auxiliary troops to help Koz manage everything in Nostramore.

"It seems your people aren't that afraid of you."

Inside the family mansion, Casgar spoke to Koz beside him.

"What they fear is a tangible midnight king, not an abstract midnight ghost. That's why their fear will only rise and fall with your arrival and departure."

"In this way, the government will only exist as long as the people are alive, and cease to exist when the people die."

"If possible, I would like to establish a permanent, abstract concept of midnight ghosts, only in this way can corrupt officials feel a deep-seated fear forever."

"You make a lot of sense."

Koz nodded in agreement.

He had no problem with it.

Anyway, he's just the Midnight Lord Champion.

He didn't care who the real commander of the Night Lords Legion was, whether it was Sevita or Kasgar.

"Furthermore, Fugrim said she misses you and hopes you can return to the Great Crusade as soon as possible."

"The combined fleet of the Sons of the Emperor's Legion, in addition to the Imperial Fist, seems to be cooperating with another Primarch Legion in recent times to attack the Xenomorphs."

On his long, thin face, a smile crept across Koz's lips.

"Which Primarch Legion? If possible, I'll set off immediately."

Casca also gave a confident smile.

The Coz issue was resolved smoothly.

With the toughest nut to crack gone, the remaining Primarchs will only be the easier ones to talk to.

"His name seems to be Ryan Aljonsen."

Casca's smile vanished.

Chapter 155 Yearning to Become an Imperial War General

Casca will never laugh again.

If he had to pick the one he least wanted to work with among the loyalists, he would definitely choose the First Army Primarch, Lion King Llane Eljonson.

The Lion King of the 30K era had just emerged from Caliban and possessed an almost explosive level of knightly chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

As the First Legion of the Space Marines, the Dark Angels have always been a force to which the Emperor has placed great hopes.

Whether it was during the first operation to wipe out the Thunder Warriors rebels, or later when the Primarch had not yet returned, the Emperor directly granted them a spiritual protection against Chaos corruption.

The presence of three Glory Queen-class battleships within the legion, along with a large number of powerful artifacts from the Dark Ages, all highlight the uniqueness of the First Legion's Dark Angels.

As for Primarch Ryan Aljonsen's experiences, they were even more bizarre.

While scattered across the universe by a warp storm, the infant Ryan was swept up onto this bizarre planet filled with a desolate wasteland.

Even though it was a feudal world that was not very advanced in terms of civilization, a delicate balance was inadvertently achieved through the interplay of various forces, including aliens, chaos, ancient creations, and higher-dimensional beings.

The beasts on the planet were corrupted by chaos and turned into behemoths, which the inhabitants of Caliban then organized into a knightly order to slay.

This also makes the civilizations on the planet always very much like monster hunters.

And it was on this planet, a place of outstanding people and abundant stars, that one day a warp rift suddenly tore open, allowing the Lion King Ryan's incubation pod to land inside.

Unfortunately, the landing point was a desolate, uninhabited territory of a giant beast.

In this dark jungle, a symbol of death, lurks an unimaginable, terrifying beast tainted with a murky aura.

But the three-year-old lion king was not afraid.

As the First Primarch, he was all alone in the dense forest, punching giant beasts and kicking chaos, Tarzan-like and having a great time.

It wasn't until Luther, another genius of the Caliban Knights, discovered this extraordinary being in the jungle and took him back to the Knights' fortress monastery to raise him.

[Additional Note: The exact duration of the Lion King's solitary wandering in the forest remains a mystery. Although the knights judged him to be no more than ten years old based on his appearance when they first encountered him, the legend of "a humanoid forest spirit lingering deep in the forest and leaving mysterious marks" had already been circulating in Caliban for nearly a century.]

[The Primarch, isn't that amazing?]

Then, under the other party's careful guidance, Ryan quickly grew into a giant and, with his own powerful strength, was promoted to the Supreme Master of the Knights.

Ultimately, he led the Knights of Caliban to drive all the giant beasts out of Caliban, until the true emperor arrived.

In fact, when the Emperor first learned that the Primarch had fallen to a corrupt planet like Caliban, filled with evil and chaos, he was very uneasy.

Even the Emperor did not believe that the Primarch would have had enough willpower at such a young age to resist this level of chaotic corruption.

But Ryan did it.

He recounted that he had struggled to survive among chaotic wild beasts when he was young.

He was constantly tempted and threatened by demons, and his dreams were filled with endless storms and darkness, but none of this could shake his faith.

No matter how much chaos tempts him, it's useless. In Ryan's heart, he asks for nothing but loyalty.

Loyalty itself is the best reward.

This is indeed good news.

But the bad news is that, aside from loyalty, his character...

To put it simply, he is an autistic person.

Based on Luther's description of him remaining silent after adopting him, it is highly likely that the Lion King has become completely withdrawn, wandering alone in the dense forest, battling the corruption of chaos and the beasts.

The most crucial period of youth is lacking in human guidance.

This also means that the Lion King was absent when it came to the most important moment in his life: shaping his values.

—Keep your mouth shut.

His emotional intelligence is comparable to his father's.

There's a reason why the lion is called the "firstborn son of the emperor."

In addition, he has a particularly fiery temper and an almost obsessive pursuit of honor.

He would resolutely cover up any secrets that could bring shame upon the legion.

He yearned even more for the honors that the Primarch could attain—

Take Zhan Shuai for example.

General Zhan.

And there's also the War General.

Putting aside factors like popularity and political maneuvering, Ryan's ability alone makes him a worthy candidate for Warmaster.

However, in a battle between the Dark Angels and the unknown Randan, the First Legion, which was originally large and powerful, suffered heavy losses due to the fierce fighting with the unknown enemy.

Since then, the legion's size has never been able to fully recover to its peak.

Just then, someone spread the word.

They said they would wait until all the Primarchs returned before choosing a Warmaster, which greatly worried the Lion.

After the Battle of Randan, the entire legion was severely weakened, making it extremely difficult to compete for the position of war commander.

With Horus, Sangilius, and Philus among the many powerful Primarchs vying for the position, it seems that Ryan and his First Legion's chances of becoming Warmasters are indeed slim.

But how could the determined knight give up so easily?