Lion El'Jonson's words stunned both Guilliman and Alex.
Konrad Curze!!
Wasn't that guy dead already?
After resolving the Storm of Ruin on Davine, a broken Konrad Curze begged Sanguinius to take him before the Emperor.
He wanted to obtain his father's forgiveness and return to the embrace of the Imperium.
Sanguinius mocked the Midnight Ghost, telling him he would never have a chance at redemption, forever living in guilt and regret.
Finally, Sanguinius even locked Konrad Curze in a stasis coffin and cast him into the void, letting him accept the damned fate he had once sworn would not change.
After the Horus Heresy ended,
a merchant vessel named the Sheldon discovered the stasis coffin containing Konrad Curze.
Those poor fools thought they were about to get rich, but they accidentally released Konrad Curze.
The crew of the Sheldon were defenseless before Konrad Curze; everyone except for one psychic mortal was killed.
Besides the crew, among those Konrad Curze killed was an assassin lurking on the merchant ship.
Before dying, that assassin sent out Konrad Curze's coordinates, allowing the Officio Assassinorum to pinpoint the renegade Primarch's location.
The Sheldon was an ordinary merchant vessel with no Warp engine.
It used conventional engines to travel between two star systems, transporting goods and earning profits.
Each journey took several years.
During this time, Konrad Curze kept that mortal as a pet.
When he was in a bad mood, he would cut off a piece of flesh or an arm.
When he was in a good mood, he would teach the other how to operate the spaceship.
After a period of training, he successfully turned this mortal into a seasoned pilot.
Konrad Curze had this mortal take him to the desolate planet Lorgar.
There, Konrad Curze summoned his sons to witness his death.
The Night Lords scattered across the galaxy rushed to the world of Lorgar.
Under their gaze, the assassin sent by the Officio Assassinorum easily killed Konrad Curze, who had given up resisting.
Konrad Curze believed in the principle of atonement for sin.
Because of the Great Crusade and some unexpected events, he stubbornly believed he was guilty and had to die as prophesied to manifest justice.
Therefore, he did not resist, allowing the assassin to kill him.
Before his death, he also demanded that the Night Lords not retaliate against the assassin.
Unfortunately, he no longer held any prestige in the hearts of those Night Lords.
That assassin was torn to shreds not long after fleeing.
"Konrad Curze, has this scourge come back to life?"
Guilliman paced back and forth.
He had a particularly deep impression of this bastard brother.
During the Great Crusade,
Konrad Curze had always acted extremely perverse.
He liked to use torture and slaughter to create fear, thereby forcing those worlds to submit.
Later, he went mad and blew up his homeworld.
Since then, he had become even crazier.
Every planet they conquered was littered with corpses.
Once prosperous worlds, after being ravaged by them, were left with only dilapidated ruins and scattered mutilated bodies.
Later, he colluded with Horus, orchestrated the Drop Site Massacre, tormented Vulkan,
committed numerous terrible massacres, and even caused a major disturbance on Macragge.
When Guilliman thought of the events on Macragge, his eyes grew dark.
That beast, Konrad Curze,
not only killed his then-most beloved son, Augustus, but also attempted to kill his foster mother.
"Perhaps this guy was never truly dead," Lion El'Jonson said, "The Primarchs' vitality is beyond imagination; some brothers even possess the ability of infinite resurrection."
"Konrad Curze might also have the ability to resurrect, or there's another possibility: that assassin at the time didn't truly kill Konrad Curze."
"Nor can we rule out that this news is false, a smokescreen released by those traitors."
"Regardless of whether it's true or false, this matter must be handled with caution." Alex looked at Lion El'Jonson, "Your equipment should be upgraded."
Lion El'Jonson looked at the equipment on his body.
He was wearing a modified new model of power armor.
His weapon was newly forged, its power was decent, and he still had the shield left by his father in his hand.
"I think this set of equipment is fine."
"No one can be sure what changes Konrad Curze has undergone in the past ten thousand years; it's better to be careful." Alex's tone was forceful, "I will craft new equipment for you as soon as possible, and then have the God Chosen deliver it to you."
"Alright, dealing with a guy like Konrad Curze, the more trump cards, the better." Lion El'Jonson did not refuse, readily accepting Alex's suggestion.
When one gets old, many things become clear.
If it were in the past, Lion El'Jonson would certainly not allow others to speak to him in such a tone,
nor would he accept advice from others.
Now, Lion El'Jonson understood a truth: 'Listen to advice, eat your fill.'
"You must be careful. If you encounter danger, find the Saint." Guilliman earnestly exhorted, "Finding me is hopeless; the mountains are high and the road is long, and you'd probably be dead before I even arrived."
Lion El'Jonson: "…"
"Guilliman, there's a reason you're not liked."
"You talk as if I can't defeat that bastard Konrad Curze."
Guilliman widened his eyes, "That's unfair, I didn't say that."
"Don't forget the incident on Macragge; Konrad Curze's threat is too great. I'm just worried about you, afraid you'll suffer."
Lion El'Jonson gave Guilliman a look of disdain, "If you hadn't mentioned Macragge, I wouldn't have wanted to complain about you!!"
"If it weren't for you back then, dealing with Konrad Curze wouldn't have been so difficult for me."
Guilliman also became annoyed upon hearing Lion El'Jonson's words.
"You want to bring up old grudges, do you?"
"Then please, Mr. Lion El'Jonson, tell me, how did Konrad Curze get to Macragge?"
Guilliman's single sentence left Lion El'Jonson speechless.
After a long pause, he finally managed to blurt out a sentence.
"Those are two different things."
"Two different things, my ass," Guilliman said, "That bastard Konrad Curze was hiding on your ship the whole time."
"Not only did you fail to catch him, but you didn't even tell me?"
"As a result, all of Macragge was unprepared, my sons suffered heavy casualties, and the entire defense system was almost breached."
Lion El'Jonson said, "These are two different matters; don't mix them."
"I was close to catching Konrad Curze several times, but it was always because of your interference that he repeatedly escaped."
Guilliman retorted, "You couldn't catch him on the battleship, but you could catch him on Macragge, right? Do I need to explain to you which is larger, a Gloriana-class battleship or the city of Macragge?"
Lion El'Jonson's face showed annoyance, "Konrad Curze is incredibly cunning; I had already cornered him at the time."
"If you didn't catch him, you didn't catch him. Don't talk about cornering him; that kind of talk is only good for fooling three-year-olds."
"What do you mean, Roboute!! Are you questioning my strength?"
"Yes, Lion El'Jonson. If you can't do it yourself, don't blame others!!"
"Alright then, let's have a try. Each of us will lead a team, and we'll see who can take down Konrad Curze and who ends up with egg on their face."
......
Listening to the two Primarchs argue, Alex's face showed helplessness.
Primarchs are no different from ordinary people!!
When they get angry, they also bring up old grudges.
"Alright, stop digging it up. Let bygones be bygones."
"The most important thing now is dealing with Konrad Curze; that guy is cunning and difficult to handle."
Alex interrupted their argument.
The two Primarchs each snorted, turned their heads, looking unconvinced.
Seeing this scene, Alex felt a bit curious.
How did the three of you manage to maintain the Second Empire back then?
Given the current situation,
if they stayed together, at most three months, they would have to go their separate ways.
Under Alex's suppression, Guilliman and Lion El'Jonson stopped arguing, but they still didn't give each other a good look.
After finishing their discussion, Lion El'Jonson turned his head, snorted, and hung up the communication.
"Saint, look at him, what an attitude."
Guilliman was also a little angry and hung up as well.
"I'm finally starting to understand you. It's a miracle that the Great Crusade was completed with these sons."
Looking at the black screen,
Alex suddenly realized why the Emperor's attitude towards these Primarchs was so strange and erratic.
Eighteen sons, no one could stand each other, and no one would submit to another.
Any normal father would have gone mad by now.
Alas…
A mournful sigh echoed, carrying ten thousand years of melancholy.
Alex slapped his forehead.
The sons aren't normal, and neither is the father.
"Are you doing nothing all day long!! Always paying attention to me and the Players, aren't you!!"
In the vast communication room, only Alex's voice echoed,
making one wonder if the sigh just now truly existed.
"Whenever this kind of thing comes up, you play dead. You're enough, Yellow Old Man!!"
No matter how much Alex complained, the sigh from before did not sound again.
After a fierce bout of complaining, Alex returned to Nocturne.
He wanted to craft weapons for Lion El'Jonson and create a brand new set of power armor.
Not only would it incorporate the most powerful and advanced technology, but it would also integrate fragments of authority, giving it supernatural power.
......
The transport barge shook violently.
Accompanied by the dull, barely audible cracking sound of the void shield generator working, sharp alarms blared everywhere.
The clamor suddenly disappeared at one point.
It broke through the enemy's final void defense line and approached the planet's orbit.
Immediately after, a dozen transport ships, like steel beasts, flew out and headed straight for the ground.
Inside one of the transport ships.
"I was an honor student at the Air Force Academy; I've had too much training in projects like air drops."
"Later, I'll show you guys a thing or two, let you see what a standard aerial insertion process looks like!"
The Player with the ID 'Silent Night Sky' boasted to his companions.
"You play games with us, don't you have to finish your studies?" someone asked curiously.
"Our teacher told us to enter the game for simulated training, saying this game is quite realistic," Silent Night Sky said.
"High-altitude reactions, airflow, these are all done very well, and there's also the battlefield."
"Moreover, when playing the game, it's like sleeping, it doesn't affect classes during the day."
The other Players nodded upon hearing his explanation.
"Is Warhammer OL that exaggerated now? It's even being used as a training subject by military academies!"
"Once this game is officially released, it will probably make several small targets of profit a day."
"Several small targets? I dare say that within three months, the developers of Warhammer OL will become a phenomenon-level company with over a trillion in revenue from a single game, creating a wealth myth in minutes."
"..."
Just as the Players were chatting excitedly, the transport ship suddenly trembled.
The HUD panels in the Players' helmets showed that they had entered the stratosphere.
They were still fifty kilometers from the ground.
Director Qi glanced at Silent Night Sky, who was still boasting, and waved at him.
"Little brother, come here, I have something good to show you."
"What is it?" Silent Night Sky looked puzzled, got up, and walked over.
"Stand here," Director Qi told Silent Night Sky to stand at the open hatch.
"Very good, just maintain this posture."
"What you learned before was aerial insertion in school. Now I'll teach you the standard aerial insertion for Warhammer OL."
As soon as he finished speaking, Director Qi raised his foot and kicked Silent Night Sky, sending him flying down.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Silent Night Sky, caught off guard in free fall, howled.
The others had to lower the volume of their communicators.
Director Qi turned his head and looked at the other Players.
"Our power armor all has thrusters or flight wings. Don't think about any aerial insertion techniques; our technique is to just jump straight down."
"It's all about being cool and showing off."
"Now, it's your turn. If anyone doesn't dare to jump, just tell me, and I'll kick you down."
Several Players walked to the hatch, poked their heads out, and immediately widened their eyes.
"This height, isn't it exaggerated? Just jump down like this?"
"Wow, you really don't value your brothers' lives."
"It's too high, my legs are weak."
"..."
Director Qi was too lazy to listen; he kicked them out one by one.
For a moment, wails and howls filled the air.
The remaining Players, to avoid such a messy exit, could only line up and jump down one by one.
The Players in other transport ships did the same, and for a time, the sky was full of rapidly falling small Players.
The ground defenders quickly spotted them.
A hail of gunfire and bullets rained down on them, dense and covering the entire sky.
However, because the targets were too small and falling too fast, the hit rate of bullets and lasers was very low.
Except for a few unlucky ones who were blown up in mid-air, most Players landed safely.
"Kill these bastards."
Silent Night Sky, having adjusted, corrected his flight posture.
He successfully crossed the violet Void Shield.
He landed on a magnificent large Citadel.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He continuously pulled the trigger, shooting the mortals serving the Night Lords.
Those mortals scattered and fled, and the roaring artillery gradually quieted down.
His other companions also landed by his side, shooting at distant targets, then forming small teams and rapidly advancing.
Three Night Lords appeared before Silent Night Sky.
The artillery fire in the sky illuminated their spiky power armor and demon-faced helmets.
"Your doomsday has arrived."
Silent Night Sky shouted.
The bolter continued to fire, flames flickering from the exhaust ports, and the projectiles heavily knocked the Night Lords back.
Their weapons were modified, their power far exceeding that of previous bolters.
The Players' combat effectiveness was extremely astonishing.
They routed the Night Lords, who were in disarray.
Whether in ranged or close combat, they were no match, being continuously knocked down.
"Charge, brothers! If you're slow, there won't be any kills left."
"Bat brats, your grandpa is here."
"I am the Joker of Gotham, and I'm here to hunt Batman."
"..."
The Players cheered continuously.
They fought bravely, fearless of death, completely disregarding their own lives.
The Night Lords continuously retreated.
Facing these guys in strangely shaped armor, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
No matter how hard they tried, the opponent could easily shatter their defenses.
The ground defenders continuously retreated, losing positions one after another.
...
Seven or eight Night Lords were cornered inside a fortress by Director Qi and other Players.
"Little bat brats, you have nowhere to run. Immediately lay down your weapons and strive for lenient treatment."
"I am the Joker of Gotham, and I am here for you."
"..."
The Players shot and shouted, trying to make these Night Lords surrender.
Seeing that the enemy neither surrendered nor had weak firepower,
Director Qi hardened his heart and shouted to a Player nearby (ID: Esperanto),
"Go, bring that Meltagun over."
Esperanto's eyes widened, "That's an anti-aircraft gun! 'Anti-aircraft gun leveled, military court,' haven't you heard of that??"
Director Qi kicked him, "Stop chattering. Only the losers go to military court. Why would winners go to military court?"
"If the target wasn't so small, I'd even call for orbital bombardment."
"OK, I'll go get the gun." Esperanto chuckled, then scurried off with a few Players to retrieve the Meltagun they had seen earlier.
That Meltagun was a true behemoth, six meters tall.
As it was pushed over, cracks appeared on the sturdy concrete ground.
Its muzzle diameter was exaggerated, enough to turn the fortress into dust.
"Quick, give him a shot."
"Aim carefully."
"We told you to surrender just now, but you didn't. Now there's no chance."
"..."
The Players were extremely excited, watching Esperanto and the other Players push the Meltagun forward and aim at the distant fortress.
Charging the battery, adjusting output parameters, locking onto the target, charging energy—
Just as the Meltagun was about to fire,
A black figure descended from the sky, landing on the cannon.
A cold glint flashed, and a section of the Meltagun's absurdly large barrel was gone.
Then, with a bang, the charged Meltagun exploded out of control.
A Mushroom cloud rose, and a bright, intense light shone like the sun.
The Players instinctively closed their eyes and sought cover from the blinding light.
The next second, screams continuously erupted, and Players were constantly being slain and logged off.
"Holy crap! Konrad Curze!"
Director Qi, being an old soldier, reacted the fastest.
He immediately summoned his stored Xenos units to protect himself.
Although those Xenos units were cut into pieces by the newcomer in mere breaths,
Director Qi gained time to react.
When the strong light dissipated, he saw the guy who attacked the Players.
The opponent was tall, like a giant, no less impressive than Lion El'Jonson or Guilliman.
His eyes were completely black, his face pale, and his long hair was draped over his shoulders.
As a Warhammer fan, Director Qi recognized who the guy in front of him was at a glance.
"Konrad Curze—Konrad Curze? How are you still alive?"
Konrad Curze stopped his movements, staring at the God Chosen in front of him.
"As my father's new warrior, it's interesting that you know me!"
Konrad Curze's appearance instantly quieted the battlefield.
The Players looked at each other, never expecting a traitor Primarch to appear.
The Night Lords hiding in the fortress also came out, standing by their Primarch's side.
However, from their astonished and fearful gazes, it was clear that their relationship with Konrad Curze was not pleasant.
If they had a choice, they would never stay by Konrad Curze's side.
At this moment, the silence of the battlefield was broken by a loud shout,
"Konrad Curze, dare you fight me?"
Silent Night Sky, holding a chainsword, charged towards Konrad Curze.
The Night Lords were stunned.
Whose subordinate was this, so brave as to challenge a Primarch?
The small Players also gave thumbs up.
"Awesome."
"Incredibly fierce."
"Have to give a big thumbs up."
"Fighting a Primarch, wouldn't that leave you bruised all over?"
"You're wrong, it would be scattered everywhere."
"..."
The next second, before anyone could clearly see Konrad Curze's movements,
Silent Night Sky flew out, turning into a pile of fragments in mid-air, scattered on the ground.
"Good brother, I will avenge you."
A nearby Player (ID: Jizhen Iron Mantou) shouted.
From his armor style and painted patterns, he was clearly a Player with White Scars gene-seed.
Jizhen Iron Mantou activated the guandao in his hand and charged towards Konrad Curze.
The outcome was as expected; he was instantly killed.
Also scattered everywhere.
"All together!" Director Qi knew that challenging a Primarch one by one was just sending them to their deaths, so he directly called for everyone to attack together.
"Kill!"
"Hack Konrad Curze to death, bestow the eagle medal, and appoint sector governor!"
"..."
The Players swarmed forward, then were scattered by Konrad Curze.
"I'm the Joker of Gotham, I…"
A Player hadn't even finished shouting when his vision went black, and he was logged off.
Director Qi was the one who lasted the longest, enduring five blows before being sent flying.
Director Qi tried to stand up but felt a pain in his abdomen.
Looking down, he discovered a shocking wound on his abdomen.
"Now the game is over." Konrad Curze lunged at Director Qi, preparing to rip out his heart.
Clang!
A sword blocked Konrad Curze's claws.
Sword and claws collided, sending out bright sparks of light.
A tall figure in a flowing cloak emerged from the mist, standing between Director Qi and Konrad Curze.
"Konrad Curze, I will be your opponent."
Konrad Curze stopped his movements, stared at the newcomer, and laughed at his graying hair and aged face.
"Long time no see, my brother. I didn't expect you to be so old."
"I also didn't expect a scum like you to still be alive," Lion El'Jonson said, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, glaring at Konrad Curze.
"I didn't expect you to ask such a question! How could monsters like us die so easily?"
Konrad Curze revealed a mocking smile.
"After all, we are Father's most outstanding creations…"
"Shut up, don't mention Father," Lion El'Jonson interrupted Konrad Curze. "You are not worthy to mention Him."
"You destroyed everything He fought for."
Lion El'Jonson, holding his sword and shield, launched an attack on Konrad Curze.
The two Primarchs erupted into a fierce battle.
Everything around them was torn apart by the aftermath of their release.
"Konrad Curze blocked Lion El'Jonson's sword and raised his voice, "I am also His son, why can't I mention Him?"
"Everything He fought for was destroyed by Himself; no one forced Him to appoint Horus as Warmaster."
"No one forced Him to torment Angron, and no one forced Him to conquer the entire galaxy with dark methods."
"He created a group of monsters but could not restrain them, ultimately suffering the consequences."
"Countless times, I have reflected on my own mistakes. Back then, I should have thoroughly cleansed Nostramo."
"Completely eradicating those ancient wicked families from the people, perhaps then Nostramo could have become a model world, bringing happiness to everyone."
"And so I built this empire. I dragged out all the criminals and tortured them to death. That's how I got one exemplary planet after another."
"The empire I built is a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times better than the one Father built."
"And what did our Father do? Did He ever reflect on His actions? Did He ever repent for His sins?"
"You're a madman. Stop spouting your theories." Lion El'Jonson swung his sword, his movements never faltering.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Konrad Curze burst into laughter.
After forcing Lion El'Jonson back once more, the Night Lords leaped up and landed on a tower.
Konrad Curze pointed to the smallest of the five corpses hanging on the tower.
"Look at this little guy. He's only eight years old. You probably feel sorry for him and think I'm an unforgivable criminal."
"Aren't you?" Lion El'Jonson asked.
"No! No!"
Konrad Curze wagged a finger.
"His mother was a senator, and his father was the controller of a large corporation. He bullied classmates at school, crippling eight and killing three, and he even tortured and killed several of his own nannies."
"Yet the laws of this planet couldn't touch him. Instead, the ordinary people who filed complaints were persecuted one after another."
"Until I arrived. This family knelt on the ground, saying they were wrong, saying they wouldn't do it again, begging me for a chance."
"My condition was simple: as long as the victims' families didn't pursue it, I would let them go."
"So, the noble family knelt before the poor people they once looked down upon, weeping and pleading, hoping the victims' families would forgive them."
"But the victims only wanted their whole family dead. They asked me to make a just ruling, and so that family's corpses were hung here."
"Every person I killed was guilty, but those you killed by coming here were all innocent."
"What are you trying to say?" Lion El'Jonson activated his armor's flight function, leaped up, and slashed at Konrad Curze again.
The two Primarchs battled on the tower, their terrifying power making the tower sway precariously, dust and debris falling down.
"I'm not doing this to tell you how amazing I am. I just want to prove a point."
"I just want to tell everyone that my methods were not wrong. You are the ones who are wrong."
Konrad Curze looked at Lion El'Jonson in front of him, speaking each word distinctly.
"Konrad Curze, you are as mad as ever." Lion El'Jonson said, "Fear cannot truly rule an empire; it will only bring endless trouble."
"But right now, it is beautiful." Konrad Curze lunged at his brother.
Lion El'Jonson moved swiftly, lunging to the left.
A sharp whooshing sound filled the air as sharp claws sliced through the air where he had just been.
Silent, deadly, a surprise attack worthy of the Night Lords' pride.
Lion El'Jonson turned around and blocked another incoming attack with his shield.
Blade and claw collided, emitting a terrifying sound.
Lion El'Jonson deflected the claw's attack with his shield, then thrust his sword at his opponent.
Bang!
Konrad Curze's body exploded into a cloud of black mist, then quickly reformed.
Lion El'Jonson's left side was exposed.
Konrad Curze attacked like a viper, his right lightning claw striking at the gap between the shoulder plate and the gorget.
Lion El'Jonson twisted his body, his shield blocking Konrad Curze's claw.
A screeching sound of friction rang out.
The sharp claws scraped across the shield's surface, sending bright sparks flying.
"Damn it!! Why are you acting like a coward who only knows how to use a turtle shell now?"
Konrad Curze's face was grim.
This shield was too troublesome.
"Don't you like it?" Lion El'Jonson sneered, "Then that just proves I'm doing the right thing."
Director Qi was helped up by the other surviving Players.
But they didn't go far; instead, they stood nearby, watching the two Primarchs duel.
"The Bat and the Lion meeting in battle, a historic moment! Quickly, record it."
"Who do you think will win this time?"
"Lion El'Jonson, I guess. Hope the Bat doesn't get his back broken again."
"Hahaha, to be honest, I'd really like to see that famous scene replayed."
"......"
The Players lowered their voices, but the Primarchs' ears were too keen.
Konrad Curze heard their discussions.
When he heard about the incident where Lion El'Jonson broke his back, he immediately couldn't hold it in.
"Where did you find these weirdos!!"
Konrad Curze forced Lion El'Jonson back, his eyes showing hostility.
"You'll have to ask our Father about that." Lion El'Jonson swung his sword again, slashing at Konrad Curze, "Don't worry, you'll see Him soon."
"I will break your limbs and make you kneel before the throne in repentance."
Clang~
Sword and claw collided, emitting a metallic sound.
After fighting for a while longer, Konrad Curze realized all his attacks were being blocked by the other's shield.
"Alright, game over, my brother. It's time to show you my true power."
With a bang, Konrad Curze materialized into a cloud of black mist out of thin air.
"I am no longer who I once was. Now, I am fear itself."
The darkness seemed to come alive, rushing towards Lion El'Jonson.
A swirling mist, appearing from nowhere, rolled out and enveloped the two Primarchs' battlefield.
Within the mist, a lush forest appeared faintly, indistinctly.
Lion El'Jonson's figure instantly vanished from Konrad Curze's sight.
Konrad Curze was stunned for a moment.
When did Lion El'Jonson master such bizarre abilities!!
The next second, a shield appeared from the mist.
Bang!
A bewildered Konrad Curze was struck by the Emperor's Shield that emerged from the mist.
Accompanied by a piercing scream,
The black mist dissipated, and Konrad Curze's body reappeared.
The Night Lords' armor was brutally dented.
"No!!"
How could Lion El'Jonson be so strong!!
Konrad Curze suddenly began to doubt himself.
Before, they could fight back and forth, but now he had awakened his Warp essence and transformed into dark fear.
How was he still being suppressed?!
Did the old Father, slumped on the throne, bless this guy?
Damn it!!
Realizing that Lion El'Jonson had also awakened his Warp essence,
Konrad Curze knew he was no match in this situation.
So he decided to retreat first and find a good place for the decisive battle.
"I'll wait for you on Lorgar. We'll have a fight to the death there."
After speaking, Konrad Curze transformed into darkness, engulfing a group of Night Lords, and instantly vanished from the spot.
"Konrad Curze." Lion El'Jonson rushed over, "You treacherous bastard, come back here."
"Don't be a coward, come back."
"See you on Lorgar, my brother." Konrad Curze's voice faded into the distance, growing more ethereal.
"Bastard." Lion El'Jonson roared, "Get back here, coward."
Azrael and the other Dark Lords who had rushed over watched the enraged Lion El'Jonson in shock.
This was the first time they had personally felt Lion El'Jonson's wrath.
No wonder Zabriel had thought Lion El'Jonson would kill them all back then.
If they faced an enraged Lion El'Jonson themselves, they would probably have the same thought.
Konrad Curze had escaped.
The traitors of the Gatan world were powerless against the Imperial forces.
They were purged within a few hours, and the Imperial Aquila banner once again flew over this suffering world.
There was also a small interlude during this time.
The surviving powerful individuals were excited, thinking that with the Imperial forces recapturing the Gatan system, they could settle scores with the commoners who had replaced them.
However, Lion El'Jonson ordered the continued purge of these powerful individuals, holding them accountable for the loss of the territory, while also reassuring the capable new officials and encouraging them to continue their work.
Although they were promoted by Konrad Curze, they were exceptionally capable and incorruptible.
After weighing the options, Lion El'Jonson decided to continue employing them.
It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat!!
No matter who appointed them, if they can work, be loyal to the Emperor, and bring happiness to the people, then they are good.
......
Meanwhile, inside a starship in the Warp,
The Tenth Prophet, Talos, stood before Konrad Curze, who had escaped from the Gatan world.
"Father, are you alright?" Talos asked, "You look like you're injured."
Konrad Curze's tone was cold, "Just a minor matter, nothing to speak of."
"Father, your injuries look quite serious. Perhaps…"
Before the Night Lords could finish speaking, Konrad Curze's claw slashed across his faceplate, leaving a shocking wound.
The sharp claw finally stopped at the Night Lords' throat.
"Are you questioning me?"
As soon as these words were uttered, Talos and the others' faces changed dramatically, and they all knelt down.
Fearing that Konrad Curze would start a massacre.
The Primarch had done it before.
When they first met him, he massacred a tenth of his sons to establish his absolute rule.
"Father, I didn't." The Night Lords also knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
"All of you, get out." Konrad Curze waved his hand, and Talos and the others, relieved, all exited, leaving the Primarch alone in the room.
After his sons had left, Konrad Curze's legs buckled, and he almost fell.
He was too exhausted.
But he couldn't show any weakness in front of his sons.
Among these people, a small portion genuinely supported him.
But the vast majority were forced to submit by Konrad Curze's terrifying methods.
They hated him, just as he hated them.
Towards the end of the Great Crusade, Konrad Curze had already noticed the problems within the legion.
Initially, the Night Lords' recruits were all from clean backgrounds, respectable individuals with high moral standards.
Such a legion, even when employing fear tactics, would do so in moderation, achieving their goals and nothing more.
But in the later stages, the Night Lords' recruits were all scumbags and degenerates from prisons.
What was originally a very effective fear tactic was forcibly turned into a massacre.
By the time Konrad Curze realized something was wrong, the entire Night Lords legion had already completely rotted.
From that moment, Konrad Curze had hesitated whether to purge the legion.
But later, he saw that if he did, there would only be a handful of innocent ones.
There was nothing he could do; he could only give up.
After resting for a while, Konrad Curze regained his strength.
"I didn't expect that after ten thousand years, I've become stronger, but Lion El'Jonson has also changed."
"That forest and mist are too bizarre. They turned him into the hunter, and I became the prey."
"I still need to find a way to solve this problem!!"
Konrad Curze knew Lion El'Jonson's nature; he would never give up until he caught him.
But he also had no intention of continuing to flee.
The Lorgar world would be the place where they, as brothers, would decide their fate.
My brother, before, you won.
But this time, victory is mine.