Konrad Curze: Today, I'll Avenge My Broken Back

When the alarm sounds,

Konrad Curze walked to the window,

He saw warships in orbit around the planet, and Imperium soldiers carrying out an airborne mission.

The Lion is planning to unleash his fury upon the world and cleanse the evil in his eyes.

Hiss~

An indescribable, excruciating pain shot through his head, causing Konrad Curze, the Primarch, to gasp and his face contort in agony.

The visions of the future flashed wildly, eventually fading into Chaos.

The same thing happened to the Tenth Prophet, Talos.

Wherever the God Chosen appear, the future will be shrouded in Chaos.

They seem to possess some special ability unknown to ordinary people, capable of interfering with the course of fate.

"Father, is this your new trump card against the gods?"

Konrad Curze muttered to himself,

The Night Lord, standing nearby, was already used to the Primarch's madness.

When the Primarch fell silent, a Night Lord stepped forward to report on the battle.

"Talos has sent back the latest news: those God Chosen have already climbed the wall."

Konrad Curze grinned, revealing his white, sharp teeth.

"That's really fast."

"Activate that thing as planned, and then set off all the traps."

"..."

After the Night Lord turned and left with their orders, a figure in black robes emerged from the darkness.

"This is your last chance. With the help of the Staff of Creation, you can break the dimensional barrier and safely leave the world of Tharsa."

"Once the Lion launches a surprise attack and destroys that artifact, you will be trapped here in the Dimensional Space and become a prisoner of the Imperium."

"Given the Imperium's current strength, once imprisoned, you will have no chance of escaping."

Konrad Curze turned to look at the man in black.

That pale face revealed a terrifying smile, like that of a vengeful ghost.

"If you continue to talk nonsense, I will kill you before I deal with the Lion."

The terrifying gaze sent chills down the spine of the man in black.

Even though he possessed the oldest secrets of the Milky Way and the means to communicate with the Outer Gods,

There is also a deep-seated fear when facing Night Haunter.

"When you fail, I hope you won't regret it."

The man in the black robe didn't dare gamble on whether Konrad Curze would tear him apart.

After saying that, he turned and walked into the darkness, disappearing from sight.

After the other party's aura completely disappeared,

Konrad Curze then turned to look outside, his face grim.

"This is my home turf, there's no way I can lose."

As darkness fell,

The sky was illuminated by the explosions of artillery fire.

The windows of the towering building twitched uncomfortably in the shimmering beams of light from the sky.

Shadows danced in the atmosphere.

Countless starships were locked in a chaotic battle.

The intense beams of light fired from their respective weapons

To draw a series of short-lived and nameless shining constellations,

The city walls were filled with a hail of bullets.

The torrent of bullets converged into iron snakes that coiled into the air.

The straight beam of energy vanished in an instant.

The dense barrage of bombs resembled a hailstorm.

Inside the fortress, riddled with spikes and traps, came bursts of fierce fighting and shouts.

Thousands of players became the spearhead of the offensive.

Piercing through the defenses established by the Night Lord,

Wherever they went, terrifying explosions occurred, spewing out fireballs in all directions.

"For the Emperor, for the Invisible Starry Sky!!"

The Warmaster shouted.

"Have you changed to a female bodhisattva?" Ten-Timer swung his staff, releasing a bolt of psionic Operation Lightning that sent several war Servitor created by the Dark Mechanicus flying.

"No, I just shouted whatever came to mind."

At this moment, four Night Lord appeared before the Warmaster.

In the blink of an eye, they were cut down by the sword, turning into a pile of scattered corpses.

"I haven't even used any force yet, how come you've all collapsed?!"

The Warmaster swung his longsword and said coolly,

Ten-Timer was following closely behind, couldn't help but complain.

"Look at you, thinking you can do this? Planning to turn Warhammer into a sequel to Journey to the West, huh?!"

"Your suggestion is excellent. Next time, I'll practice with a staff, then have Dora Workshop create a suit for me, and equip me with a flying machine. I'll include everything, like the Seventy-Two Transformations and the Somersault Cloud. From now on, please call me Grandpa Great Sage."

Warmaster's words caused Ten-Timer's expression to become subtle, and the Twisted Man next to him couldn't help but speak up.

"Cyber Bi Ma Wen, is that right??"

Warmaster's smile froze.

"If you were in Journey to the Journey to the West, you definitely wouldn't survive a single episode; you'd be beaten to death by Sun Wukong."

"Then I wish him well, and that he may soon welcome Seventh Sister back from Taishang Laojun's Alchemy Furnace," the Twisted Man said.

What are you talking about?

Strategist and the Turtle, having dealt with their enemies not far away, strode over.

The weapon in his hand dripped blood, drop by drop.

"The Warmaster said he wants to cosplay as Sun Wukong and practice with the staff..." the Twisted Man said, "And also go to the Alchemy Furnace to bring back Seventh Sister."

"If you were Sun Wukong, wouldn't you be afraid of being suppressed by Nurgle with the Five Finger Mountain?!" Strategist teased after hearing this.

"Why is Nurgle Buddha?!" The Turtle looked puzzled.

"Nurgle believes in the equality of all beings and that all things have a spirit. Isn't that enough?" Strategist asked rhetorically, and then continued.

"That Tzeentch birdman, Tzeentch, loves to play tricks and schemes; he's good at knowledge and change."

"Khorne a brainless brute. He might be able to go to Causeway Bay to chop people up, but he's absolutely not fit to be the Buddha in Mount Ling."

"Slaanesh is immersed in desire and love, so it's fine to let it hold an uninhibited assembly."

Ten-Timer nodded, indicating his agreement with Strategist's words.

"What Strategist said makes a lot of sense. Nurgle is indeed an absolutely benevolent and egalitarian being."

"Whether it's bacteria, viruses, or anything else, in Nurgle's eyes they are all equal lives. This concept is actually quite in line with Buddhist standards."

"In our view, they are the evil side, spreading disease and death."

"But in their eyes, we are the evil ones, after all, we have harmed so many living beings in order to survive."

"Those Great Unclean One are covered in plague viruses; isn't that the best proof that if I don't go to hell, who will?!"

"Your argument is interesting," the Twisted Man said. "I woke up with a start from my dream, only to find that I was the villain."

"No wonder those believers always release poisonous snakes and mineral water; now I finally understand."

"From now on, please stop calling me 'deadbeat fat otaku' and address me respectfully as 'Buddha'," Strategist said with a teasing expression.

Just as Warmaster was about to join this absurd discussion, his expression suddenly hardened.

"The enemy is coming."

The instant his words fell,

Strange howls echoed from the far end of the corridor.

The shadows rolled in like ocean waves, spreading along the walls, devouring everything in their path, dissolving all light.

The spreading shadows howled, their sound like the wind whistling through the teeth of a skull.

This darkness is like black ink poured into water, spilling onto the cold reality and slowly spreading.

Pairs of eyes filled with greed and desire appeared in the darkness, and grotesque Warp monsters materialized.

It charged towards the players while emitting strange howls.

"It's the same old routine again!!"

Ten-Timer looked at the Warp monsters and couldn't help but complain.

"These traitors always call on their Warp daddy whenever they can't win!!"

"Outside of the Warp, they've completely forgotten how to fight."

The Warmaster switches equipment.

The greatsword in his hand was replaced by two longswords etched with runes of the Ecclesiarchy, gleaming with a faint light.

"Hahaha, if we don't call in the Warp, how do you expect them to fight?!"

Light flashed in the air,

Several drones were released.

The blessed gun barrel began to spin.

As the surging darkness rolled and transformed into hairless hounds and monstrous entities bending over and gripping greatswords.

Bombs and beams rained down like raindrops.

The brass cartridge case landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

The laser beam streaked across the air, incredibly sharp, and emitted a pungent ozone odor.

The high-heat beam of light dissociated the air, thus forming ozone.

Other players did the same thing, switching equipment and releasing drones for fire support.

As the first tier of players

They have all the most advanced equipment.

Dealing with demons isn't as easy as it is with the Demon Hunter Warband or the Ecclesiarchy, but it's not too difficult either.

The demons that appeared were torn apart by the frenzied firepower and banished back to the Warp.

Even if any escapees are caught, they will be easily dealt with by the players.

"Forward, capture the Night Haunter alive."

The Warmaster shouted, ordering his comrades to advance towards the core of the fortress through the path cleared by the dense artillery fire.

They swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum, routing the Daemon Tide.

Of course, not all players can handle the demonic waves with the same ease as the players in the Emperor's Cattle Warband.

Director Qi was almost driven to the brink of despair.

A gigantic toad, its body rotting and its entire form decaying, opened its mouth.

A foul-smelling tongue flew out of the mouth in an instant.

It hit a player who was more than ten meters away.

Smack!

The Power Armour, made of a sturdy alloy, developed dents and cracks, and the player was thrown backward.

It slammed into the wall with a bang and immediately lost all signs of life.

"Holy crap, that tongue is incredible!!"

The Silent Night Sky stared wide-eyed.

He then rolled away, dodging a hound-like demon that lunged at him.

He rolled away, dodging the opponent's sharp fangs and claws.

He then raised his Bolter and fired at the monster.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of explosions continued to ring out.

It struck the monster squarely in its gaping maw, instantly blasting its head apart.

The headless corpse fell to the ground and convulsed violently.

"Switch weapons. Ordinary weapons are not enough to deal with demons. Use weapons blessed by the Ecclesiarchy for a bonus."

"Don't be a lone wolf. Form a team with your companions and fight the enemy together."

Director Qi shouted, ordering his companions to switch weapons.

Under his command, the players, who were almost overwhelmed by the Daemon Tide, quickly regrouped and regained their footing.

Bang! Bang!

Two more demons were slain in the Silent Night Sky.

A dark figure suddenly pounced out, moving with lightning speed, like a ghost.

In a mere instant, it used its sharp claws, and the Silent Night Sky reacted swiftly, immediately dodging to the side.

It was still a bit slow.

His arm was cut off by the other party.

The arm clad in Power Armour made a dull thud when it landed.

The built-in medical system then kicks in, injecting medication and nanomedical molecules to seal the blood vessels and stop the gushing blood.

The Power Armour's repair function also activates automatically, spraying out quick-setting foam to seal the gaps.

"Damn!! Is it really that insidious?!"

He stared at the dark figure in front of him in the Silent Night Sky, his face grim.

The other party was not a demon, but a Night Lord.

The enemy is hiding within the Daemon Tide.

Seizing the opportunity, they launched a fatal attack on him.

Just as the Night Lord was about to take advantage of the Silent Night Sky to kill him in one fell swoop,

Another figure rushed over.

No sooner said than done,

A bright spear soared through the sky, striking the Night Lord squarely and accurately in the chest.

Accompanied by a painful cry,

The Night Lord was pierced through the entire body by a spear and pinned to the wall.

It was Director Qi came to the rescue.

Without any hesitation, he aimed the Bolter in his other hand at the Night Lord and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out, and the enemy's head, clad in a spiked helmet, exploded.

The headless Night Lord has lost its life.

The corpse nailed to the wall became limp and lifeless.

"Well done."

The Silent Night Sky rises from the ground.

I gave a thumbs up to Director Qi for his timely support.

Neither side had time to care about the other.

Then another demon pounced on them.

"Line up! Hold your ground!" Director Qi shouted.

The Silent Night Sky seemed to echo, "The Night Lord Fearless."

This made the Night Lord warrior, who was hiding in the shadows, look grim.

The opposing side chanted their slogans, making this bloody war seem somewhat absurd.

The players swept through the enemy ranks, causing the Daemon Tide and the Night Lord to collapse.

However, this offensive only lasted for the first few lines of defense; once they entered the core area of the fortress,

The players who charged ahead suffered greatly.

Konrad Curze ordered his men to set traps in every corner.

Hiding in a corner, I suddenly triggered a booby trap.

With a loud bang, several players scattered and logged off.

Others, as they walked along, suddenly found themselves engulfed in flames, burning them to ashes.

There are even more outrageous ones,

A heavy truck with sharp spikes mounted on its front rumbled down the corridor.

It directly turned all the players who had no way to avoid it into a hornet's nest, crushing them into pieces.

A bunch of players who didn't react in time were immediately sent back to their starting point by these traps.

"Damn, that's so underhanded!!"

"He's an animal! A beast indeed!"

"That bastard Konrad Curze must die, he must die!!"

"..."

The offline players flocked to the Warhammer Online official website forum.

He vehemently criticized the inhuman Konrad Curze.

This made many netizens both gloat and envious.

Ni Ruo Cheng Fo: "Damn it, when will it be our turn?!"

The Wudang Wang Also Wants to Be Pirate King: "Let us suffer this hardship."

Can I Say I Like You? "Please, give the child a spot, I can't take it anymore."

Hellspiker Reporting for Duty: "Why?? Why isn't it in open beta yet??"

The Rock.

Azrael led his guards to the outer lookout platform to search for the Primarch.

Passing through the gate, they saw part of the structure of the Rock through the transparent reinforced glass floor-to-ceiling windows.

City-sized engine and generator sets,

A magnificent ram and a harbor large enough to accommodate battleships,

From the observation platform, you can see everything at a glance.

The Rock is one of the Imperium's most colossal warships.

Its scale is so enormous that it defies description.

Numerous warships surrounded the Rock, like a swarm of bees offering sacrifices to their mother hive.

At this moment, Lion El'Jonson was standing on the observation deck, which was enclosed by transparent tempered glass.

There are no lights here; the lighting system is off. The only light sources are the distant starlight and the glow of the warship's engines.

Against the backdrop of the starry sky and the fleet of ships, the Lion appears as a lonely silhouette.

The Primarch was not gazing at the starry sky.

Instead, it examines the world of Tharsa, imprisoned by the dimensional device, and the vast amount of battlefield data, grasping the ever-changing situation.

"Azrael".

Lion El'Jonson knew the identity of the newcomer without turning around.

"Primarch."

Azrael knelt on one knee.

The guards behind him did the same.

The Lion remained silent until Zabriel and several other Fallen Angels emerged from the darkness, at which point he spoke to Azrael.

"Get up."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tactical holographic projection appeared in front of everyone.

Its scanning range covered the entire war zone.

The hundreds of runes on it accurately showed the deployment range of the Imperial Army.

"The Warp energy readings have surged, and the enemy has summoned reinforcements from the Warp." Lion El'Jonson said calmly, "I didn't expect that Konrad Curze would have a trump card up his sleeve, capable of ignoring the Dimensional Space blockade."

"We did indeed sense a powerful anchor point, and it is through that anchor point that the power of the Warp influences the Realspace."

Ezekiel, as the Chief Librarian of the Dark Angels, stepped forward and explained to the Lion.

"Can we lock onto it?" Lion El'Jonson asked, looking at his offspring.

"Yes, we can." Ezekiel. "We've been watching it ever since it appeared."

"Then let's go into battle and put this farce to rest," Lion El'Jonson said.

"As you wish, my lord." Azrael nodded.

They left the observation platform, walked outwards, crossed Hero's Avenue, and entered the Teleportarium Hall.

At this moment, the busy technical servants had already gathered here.

The teleportation device was activated; Warp energy crackled, churned, and swirled around the heavy power unit.

The classics shimmered endlessly in the air, stirring at the boundary between reality and Void.

"Teleportation path established."

As Lion El'Jonson walked in, the Tech-Priest in charge of the teleportation platform immediately reported loudly.

Once all the warriors had assembled, the Lion gave the order.

"Start now, let's put an end to this war."

With a burst of light from teleportation, the Lion descended upon the battlefield.

Their destination was clear: the location of the Warp anchor point.

The world dissolved and twisted under the power of the Ethereal, and a chilling, biting air rushed towards us.

Everyone present felt a sudden sensation of weightlessness.

And there were also faint, eerie howls, as if emanating from a gaping Abyss, their haunting cries lingering in the ears.

Nausea and disgust come quickly, but they also go away quickly.

When the senses returned to the physical world, the Dark Angels stepped into the real world.

The knights warily raised their swords, scanning for any potential enemies.

In their minds, the Night Lord would inevitably attack them immediately.

But nothing happened.

It's too quiet.

Lion El'Jonson stood in the center of the group, his hand on the hilt of his sword, wary of his brother suddenly launching an attack.

With the coordinates accurate, the Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus teleported them to their destination.

They were currently in a spacious hall, devoid of any luxurious decorations.

Only the skeletons of sinners hung up by iron chains remained.

In the center of the hall stood a huge and complex altar, seemingly made of some kind of bone material.

A gigantic staff hovered above the altar, surging with astonishing power.

The ancient runes seemed to breathe and glow as if they were alive.

The light emanating from this altar was the only source of light in the hall.

But the area it can illuminate is not large.

At the edge of the light, shadows lingered secretly and silently on the floor.

They danced gracefully in a thick, buttery halo.

"This must be the anchor point in the Warp!!"

Lion El'Jonson spotted the Scepter and his brother immediately.

The other person sat on a Black King at the far end of a large hall, completely shrouded in darkness.

All Azrael and the others saw was darkness.

Only the Lion can see Konrad Curze and his offspring in the darkness.

"Prepare for battle," Lion El'Jonson said.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Night Lord and those twisted Warp creatures burst forth from the darkness and launched an attack on the knights.

In an instant, a fierce battle broke out between the two sides.

The Lion roared and brandished its sword at the traitors who pounced on it.

He was like a hurricane, overturning everything in his path.

Amidst the enemy's dense gunfire,

Even Imperium heroes like Azrael are constantly in danger.

But Lion El'Jonson roamed the battlefield with impunity, unstoppable.

Heavy weapons couldn't track or pinpoint his location, while light weapons couldn't harm him.

He was like a primal, savage force, wreaking havoc on the dusty battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, the Night Lord and Warp creatures who were attempting to besiege the Lion were slain.

The longsword forged by Qin Yun was unparalleled in its sharpness when swung, rendering all obstacles as nothing.

Seeing his offspring slaughtered, Konrad Curze rose from his throne and entered the battlefield to stop the Lion.

Clang~~

A clanging sound rang out.

The sword and claws clashed, creating ripples and waves.

"Welcome to my kingdom, my brother."

"You seem quite pleased with yourself." Lion El'Jonson stared intently at Konrad Curze.

"I am right," Konrad Curze said. "Fear is the best way to rule the Stellaris."

"Under my management, the crime rate on every planet has remained in the single digits."

"Sounds pretty good." Lion El'Jonson said with a half-smile. "You still love promoting your fallacies. By the way, what about your Prescience? Why aren't you sticking to them anymore?"

When the topic of Prescience came up, Konrad Curze's pale face turned somewhat grim.

Sanguinius' actions in Davine contradicted his Prescience.

He had no idea what was happening on Davin.

This gave him a sense of frustration, as if he had been played by fate.

That's why he begged Sanguinius to let him go back to see his father.

Only by seeing his father could he confirm his suspicions and find Redemption.

What's hateful is that Sanguinius cast him into the Void, leaving him to suffer in agony and despair.

That guy deserved to be turned into mincemeat by Horus.

"Speechless now, it seems you've realized your own foolishness," Lion El'Jonson mocked. "You were foolish enough to be blinded by some dubious Prescience and become a tool for the gods to harm your father."

"The Imperium you have built is nothing but another foolish decision."

"It's been ages, and your mouth has become as venomous as Dorn's." Konrad Curze grinned, revealing sharp fangs.

"But it's okay. Once you're in my hands, I'll help you correct your mistakes little by little."

Konrad Curze transformed into darkness and pounced.

The Night Lord screamed and launched an attack on the Lion.

"Then let's see who the ultimate loser is."

The Lion let out a deep roar and swung its sword at Konrad Curze.

"Protect the Primarch".

Azrael and other Imperium heroes also shouted, standing guard on either side of the Lion to share the pressure of the siege.

They were all equipped with longswords and shields covered in bright arcs of electricity, forming a solid defensive line around the Lion, blocking the Night Lord and Warp creatures.

The Lion and the Night Haunter engaged in a fierce battle.

The two demigod-like warriors were surrounded by boundless and terrifying Immaterium energy.

The two sides' territories expanded, overlapping and intersecting with each other.

The dark, dense forests of Caliban and pure darkness clash in the metaphysical realm.

However, Caliban's dense jungle quickly gained the upper hand, suppressing the surging darkness.

This is because small figures dressed in robes occasionally appear in the dark woods.

They raised torches to dispel the darkness and illuminate the Forest.

As Konrad Curze gets closer, they vanish in an instant, as if they had never been there.

The actions of these robed little men greatly reduced the darkness's encroachment on the Forest.

In the actual battle, Lion El'Jonson also gained the upper hand.

When Konrad Curze's claw attack missed, Lion El'Jonson seized the opportunity and slammed the Emperor's Shield into his opponent's face.

The force was so great that Konrad Curze was thrown heavily, crashing through several giant pillars before finally coming to a stop.

"Ten thousand years ago, you were no match for me, and now, you are still no match for me."

The Lion spoke calmly as he strode toward the fallen Konrad Curze.

Cough! Cough!

Konrad Curze struggled to his feet, spitting out blood.

"It's a bit too early to talk about the outcome now."

"What other cards do you have up your sleeve? Use them all," Lion El'Jonson said.

Konrad Curze's eyes turned completely black, and his teeth became even sharper, like a vengeful ghost from legend.

"You're too arrogant, Lion El'Jonson. If you hadn't come here, I would never have been able to defeat you."

"Unfortunately, you've come this far, so you're destined to lose."

The Night Haunter reached out, and the Scepter surging with terrifying energy suddenly exploded, unleashing a terrifying burst of energy.

The Warp creatures lost their anchor and screamed as they were pulled back to the other side.

Lion El'Jonson's eyes widened; he hadn't expected the other party to be so resolute.

Directly detonate an ancient artifact.

A terrifying impact erupted instantly.

Everyone in the hall was affected, swept up in the attack.

They were like fallen leaves before a hurricane, helplessly at its mercy, crashing into the wall one by one.

The players who had just arrived at the entrance were also thrown back by the force of the attack, slamming heavily into the air.

This force is primarily targeted at the Lion.

An indescribable, terrifying force violently lifted him up and slammed him back to the ground.

That malevolent power continued to surge into his body, damaging his armor and physique.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably turn to ashes in an instant.

The Lion's armor was tattered and its body bore rotting scars.

That Forest, which represented the Warp Essence, also seemed to have suffered some terrible disaster.

Leaves fell, tree trunks rotted, and the ground became decayed.

The robed little people sprinkled water, which radiated a green glow, onto the withered trees, reviving them.

But compared to the vast Forest, their efforts were a drop in the ocean.

"You didn't expect that, Lion El'Jonson, that I would detonate this ancient relic."

Konrad Curze walked to the Lion's side, and with a burst of strength, lifted his former brother high into the air.

"This is your repayment, Lion El'Jonson."

As soon as he finished speaking, Konrad Curze slammed the Lion against his knees.

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the battlefield.

The Lion let out a painful cry, and its snow-white mane became disheveled.

The players, including Ten-Timer and Shijiro, Warmaster got up and rushed back into the hall, all showed expressions of shock.

The Lion was actually broken in the back by Konrad Curze.

"Is this considered revenge?" Silent Night Sky asked in astonishment.

"Is that even a question?!"

"Those brothers are really interesting; their homosexuality is almost becoming a meme."

"Haha, I hope there won't be a storyline where Russ gets his back cut by Magnus later on!!"

"Warhammer fatalism: He who breaks a man's spine will be broken himself."

"..."

"Alright, stop playing around." Ten-Timer interrupted the group of frivolous guys. "Lion El'Jonson is an important NPC. If something happens to him, the plot will definitely take a big turn."

"That's right, go protect the Primarch."

"Quick, don't let the Night Haunter kill the Lion."

"..."

The players shouted various slogans and charged towards Konrad Curze.

"Quickly, go protect the Primarch!" Azrael cried out in anguish.

Zabriel, Lazarus, and other warriors fought valiantly, hacking away at the enemies blocking their path, and striving to get closer to the Lion's location.

The remaining Night Lord surged out, blocking the path between the players and the Dark Angels.

Konrad Curze cast the Lion aside and declared himself the victor.

"The outcome is decided, Lion El'Jonson. This time, I have won."

"Ten thousand years have passed, and I am the ultimate winner."

"Cough! Cough!"

The indescribable pain caused the Lion to cough uncontrollably.

Then he burst into laughter again.

"Do you think you can win with the help of those rats and a few ancient artifacts?"

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?!" Konrad Curze said with a mocking expression.

"We were once our father's favorites, but now we are not. His favorite is someone else, and now he is coming."

The Lion looked at his brother, a mocking expression on his aged face.

As soon as he finished speaking,

A resounding hymn rang out, echoing throughout the entire world of Tharsa.

The people of Tharsa looked astonished.

They all looked up at the sky.

The sun, a blend of gold and black, was slowly rising.

"What happened?"

"I saw the sun rising."

"What's going on?"

"..."

The faces of the people showed expressions of shock or fear.

They could not comprehend such a miracle.

The players who were engaged in battle also sensed the anomaly.

Warmaster immediately understood what was going on and couldn't help but complain.

"Brothers, the King of Pretenders is about to descend."

Having witnessed so many arrivals of the Guide,

The Warmaster was already familiar with this process.

Damn it, it always happens at the moment when you're most ready to show off.

What carrier is this?!

They don't let players show off, they only let NPCs do it.

You won't make money doing it this way!

The Twisted Man turned his head and glanced at Warmaster.

"How did you become the Chosen Guide with an attitude like that?!"

"How ruthless must you be to sell your cleavage to have such a background?! You're saying things like that and you don't even get struck by lightning?!"

Strategist and the Turtle nodded.

"I also think this game is too dark."

"Yes, the difference between players is greater than the difference between a player and a dog."

Warmaster's face darkened.

What do you mean by "selling genitals"?!

He gained the favor and trust of his Guide entirely through his abilities.

Strength, you know?

"Impossible!!"

A beam of light pierced through the fortress wall and entered the body of the fallen Lion.

Konrad Curze looked shocked, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He wanted to rush forward to stop him.

The next second, he was blasted away by that force.

A pair of terrifying and dangerous eyes pierced through the Stellaris and landed on Konrad Curze.

"Father... Father."

Konrad Curze realized who was looking at him and backed away in fright, letting out a terrified cry.

"Forgive me, I was wrong."

"..."

Konrad Curze tried to explain incoherently, wanting to beg his father for forgiveness.

But the owner of those eyes didn't speak, only staring at him coldly.

The fallen Lion felt an immense power surge into his body.

The broken spine healed instantly, and the damaged armor was restored to its original condition.

His eyes shone with a light that was a mixture of gold and milky white.

At the wound, the rotten flesh was quickly burned away, and new flesh grew back.

The decaying Forest has become lush and green again, filled with a light that can shield equipment.

The little people in robes cheered and then disappeared into the dense forest.

Enveloped in light, Qin Yun descended upon the battlefield, shattering the fortified fortress. He hovered in the sky, watching over the Lion and the Night Haunter.

"If it had been Living Saint who fought alongside me back in Macragge, Konrad Curze would be nothing."

"Playing against Guilliman is my lifelong nightmare."

Lion El'Jonson thought to himself.

He felt more energetic than when he was young, every inch of his flesh brimming with terrifying power.

"Konrad Curze, why aren't you smiling anymore?"

The Lion held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, its sharp gaze fixed on its brother before it.

Konrad Curze received no response from the Emperor.

The gradual disappearance of that gaze caused him immense pain.

His father ultimately refused to say a word to him.

Konrad Curze got up and raised his head to face the Lion.

"Where has your pride gone? Lion, relying on external forces is not your style."

Konrad Curze turned to look at Qin Yun was suspended in the sky.

They thought victory was assured, but then a Living Saint suddenly appeared and reversed the situation.

"You broke the rules first," Lion El'Jonson said casually.

There is one advantage to getting old.

That means they don't value superficial things like honor.

"Now, let's have a fair fight, Konrad Curze." Lion El'Jonson stared at Konrad Curze.

"This is not a fair fight!!" Konrad Curze shouted, his face grim.

The Lion ignored the cries of his traitorous brother.

He strode forward.

He slashed at his opponent with his longsword.

Konrad Curze was forced to fight.

He leaped backward, and as the sharp blade sliced through, he roared and stabbed at the Lion's throat with his claws.

The Lion raised its shield to block its sharp claws, making a sharp and piercing sound.

The battle intensified, but Konrad Curze was no match for the Lion.

Detonating that ancient artifact was his last resort.

Now, he has exhausted all his options.

Sometimes, Qin Yun, who was suspended high in the sky, would suddenly unleash a psionic Operation Lightning on him.

Under these circumstances, Konrad Curze quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

"I will not lose to you again."

Konrad Curze roared, then transformed into black mist and pounced on the Lion.

He unleashed all his power, launching a furious and relentless offensive in an attempt to turn the tide.

However, Qin Yun, backed by the Lord of Master of Mankind and the entire human civilization, possessed boundless power.

Lion El'Jonson was constantly replenished and empowered.

His physical strength was always at its peak.

Konrad Curze eventually ran out of energy and was defeated.

"This is what I'm returning to you."

The Lion lifted Konrad Curze high and slammed him against its knee.

With a sharp sound, Konrad Curze let out a cry of pain.

He was gay again.

The players were completely stunned.

Wow, this kind of thing can actually be reciprocated.

You Primarch are really going after Brokeback Mountain, aren't you?

Konrad Curze was defeated, and the remaining Night Lord of Tharsa were also besieged by players and Dark Angels.

Talos, the Tenth Prophet, led his people in a resistance until the very last moment.

The original plan was to capture this guy alive, but he somehow managed to break through the dimensional barrier and escape.

However, he was the only one who slipped through the net.

The other Night Lord were all captured, either killed or taken prisoner.

As Night Haunter, Konrad Curze was trapped in the Stasis Field by the players like a dead dog.

Of course, there were also plenty of cringeworthy remarks from people from Edge Civilization during this time.

"Night Haunter — Konrad Curze, you have committed the unforgivable crime of treason under Imperium law. In the name of the Emperor's enforcers, I hereby declare you stripped of all your powers and placed under arrest. Surrender now!"

Thus, the Dark Empire established by the Night Lord crumbled.

The Imperium will once again rule the world controlled by the Night Lord.

Most of the people warmly welcomed the event, while a portion of the nobles were furious.

Because after the Night Lord's rule ended, their power was not restored; instead, it was stripped away even more thoroughly by the Imperium.

In their view, this was undoubtedly a betrayal, a trampling of Imperium law, and an insult to those of them who had rendered meritorious service.

The Lion's solution to these problems is simple.

Send them directly to the Warp to see the Emperor.

Presumably, his father will be able to give these people a satisfactory answer.

When the dust settled on the battlefield of Tharsa

On the other side of the Milky Way, a major event also occurred.

Demon Hunter Warband ordered to search for Old Ones ruins.

To begin the restoration of the kingdom for the Chikkanti clan,

In exchange for clues about the Old Ones ruins from the other party.

PS: I've readjusted today. It's mainly because several things happened at once, and I couldn't keep up, so my mood suddenly became very low.

Then I just didn't want to write anymore, I felt really down, and I didn't want to do anything.

Now it's back to normal, still 10,000 words a day, but the chapters won't be changed.