The Last Bloom of the Sinful Flower

"That's enough. This necklace can absorb all sorts of negative energy that tries to flood towards you. Of course, it's not foolproof. If the Psionic Energy is stronger than mine, it can still break through the barrier this necklace forms." Sandman mixed his hair with other materials, braided it, threaded the Night Lords Legion insignia onto it, and handed it to Koz.

Koz stared at the pendant. The silver skull and bat wings gleamed coldly under the light. His tone was filled with disbelief, "Is it really that simple?"

"My method is that simple. Since your Psionic Energy can't provide positive help, I'll just disable it. When you become stronger in the future, you'll be able to control your language abilities yourself." Sandman said to Koz.

Sandman's method was merely to artificially block incoming information, rather than removing Koz's precognitive abilities from the root. The situation was akin to a computer still being connected to the internet, but the internet itself couldn't connect to anything.

"Your precognitive ability just gave you a really bad one. It'll probably take a while before you can use it again. You'll understand after some time. This thing looks a bit plain. You can add some color to it. For example, painting the bat wings red would look better," Sandman said as Koz put on the necklace, which was very characteristic of the Night Lords.

"It is indeed a bit plain. I'll get some paint and color it later." Koz looked at the Night Lords insignia and felt something was missing. After being reminded by the other party, he felt that red was indeed a very good choice.

"Alright, the main problem is solved. Next is your Legion's issue, especially your Legion's homeworld. Your homeworld has major problems." Sandman felt completely relaxed after pulling Koz's internet cable. Now he could slowly chat with Koz about the issues of the Night Lords and Nostramo for the entire afternoon.

"I've already told Sevatar to transfer all the troops in your Legion who like to cause trouble and use your terror tactics on their own men to the Rak'Gol front. The front lines are under immense pressure right now. The Raven Guard has lost nearly half of its forces, and the other Legions are in similar situations. It's inevitable that some troops will be drawn from the rear," Sandman discussed the brutal battles on the Rak'Gol front with Koz.

"Are the Rak'Gol Xenos that strong? The front lines have gathered over a million Astartes." Koz was shocked. The Rak'Gol campaign was highly classified. Except for the Primarchs who participated, no information from the battlefield had leaked out. Even Koz didn't know the specific details.

"It's a war of attrition now, seeing who can outlast whom. The Rak'Gol are a powerful Xenos race with gods among them, so their strength is naturally immense," Sandman revealed some information about the Rak'Gol.

"Then if you leave the front lines, won't the front lines be very dangerous?" This was Koz's first reaction. Even though he didn't understand the existence of gods, he knew that gods weren't common.

The strongest beings in the entire Imperium were probably the Emperor and the man sitting in front of him. As for the other Gene-Primarchs, he knew that his brothers were not much different from him in terms of strength.

"It's fine, this is just one of my Psionic clones. My main body is still at the front lines," Sandman said nonchalantly.

"A clone..." Koz looked at the lifelike figure in front of him, which showed no signs of being a clone at all, and said in surprise. He even poked Sandman with his sharp-nailed hand. The unique elasticity of the skin he felt made it all seem so incredible.

"Alright, alright, stop poking. Your nails are very sharp!" Sandman swatted away Koz's poking fingers from his face. He was fully encased in Power Armor, with only his exposed face lacking a helmet.

It could be said that Koz, having resolved the torment of his Psionic prophecy, was more lively and friendly than he had imagined. But thinking about it, Koz's ability to maintain a righteous heart in a place as sinful as Nostramo spoke volumes.

The mad, bloodthirsty Night Haunter in the background was driven insane by torture. If the Emperor had delayed dealing with Koz's problem for another hundred years, the Koz of this timeline would have become the same.

"Back to the main topic. I think your homeworld needs a thorough cleansing. It's too wasteful to let those parasites manage such a vast Orichalcum planet, and they keep throwing all sorts of trash troops at the Night Lords. I've already instructed Sevatar to stop the conscription work on your homeworld," Sandman said to Koz.

Although it wasn't directly related to him, since he was here, he might as well solve the problem once and for all. After all, he came under the guise of an Imperial Emissary. Who knew when he would come to the Night Lords again?

"That's the situation on Nostramo. The gangster nobles have ruled for too long. I thought fear would make them remember my orders firmly, but now it seems that simple fear is just a short-term palliative," Koz's demeanor changed completely when he spoke of his homeworld.

Koz was never indecisive. He started killing people when he was still on his homeworld, killing constantly until the entire ruling class of the planet trembled, killing until the planet's suicide rate plummeted. Even more than a decade after he left, the people on the planet of eternal night still deeply appreciated Koz.

But it turned out that Koz hadn't been ruthless enough, far from it. Nostramo, a prosperous land filled with sin, was like fertile black soil, with generation after generation of gangs sprouting up like leeks. Koz killed, and the gangs killed each other. In short, they couldn't be wiped out.

The bottom-dwelling people were always the unfortunate ones. Every gang's demise was a disaster for them. Every vacant block would become a coveted prize for other gangs. Amidst gunfire, a new gang would reclaim the block. As for the innocents who died in gang warfare and turf wars, who cared?

"Therefore, Nostramo needs to be governed from the root. After all, wealth moves people's hearts. The Adamantite Ore with such high content is enough to drive anyone mad. Whoever controls violence controls the greatest wealth. Coincidentally, the Night Lords are the largest violent organization on Nostramo," Sandman said to Koz.

"Does Lord Sandman have any suggestions?" Koz was very humble. He was skilled at killing, but he wasn't good at governing a planet. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come up with terror tactics. Of course, killing until his enemies were terrified was also a method, but it was basically impossible to solve the problem permanently.

"I'm just offering some thoughts for your reference. The root of the chaos on Nostramo lies in the Adamantite Ore. The gangs fighting for territory is ultimately about the immense wealth brought by the Adamantite Ore.

The problem is simple. Don't the people of Nostramo revere violence? Then let those gangs witness what absolute violence is! Send the Night Lords down to conduct an unprecedented purge, eliminate all the gang members, and confiscate all the Adamantite Ore for the Legion. Everyone will serve the Legion.

At the same time, provide sufficient living security and upward mobility for the lower-class masses. Maintain sufficient high pressure throughout this process. After a few decades, when those who lived under gang rule naturally die off, the situation for the people on this planet will be much better. Time can wash away many things," Sandman shared his thoughts with Koz.

Although this method required a great deal of time and effort, it could fundamentally solve the problem. For the first ten years, the entire planet would essentially be under military control.

"This method is indeed much more effective than simply killing people," Koz's exceptionally powerful brain rapidly processed Sandman's suggestions.

"There are many methods. Of course, you could also choose to relocate the entire population of the planet, or wipe them all out," Sandman said to Koz with a smile.

"Let's go with the first method. Let the gangs on Nostramo bloom one last time on this sinful land!" Koz finally made up his mind on how to cleanse his homeworld.

Once the Imperium of Man's most powerful instrument of violence had a clear objective, the entire colossal war machine began to operate with the highest efficiency.

A fleet detached from the Ghoul Stars and headed towards the homeworld of the Night Lords Legion. However, this time was different from the usual occasions when the Legion would return, rest for a short while, and then immediately return to the front lines of the Great Crusade. This time, Koz, with an unprecedented awakening, intended to make this rich yet impoverished planet completely execute his will.

All obstacles in his path would be ruthlessly torn apart by the Night Lords' Power Claws. Although the Night Lords had a lot of dregs, it had to be said that the bat-boys loved Koz very much. Even in the background, after Koz's death, the Night Lords would gather to mourn their Primarch, even though they knew they would face the Imperium's encirclement and did so without hesitation. As dregs, their love for their Gene-Father did not conflict.

When the Night Lords fleet returned to their homeworld after many years, the local gangster nobles, as usual, maintained a superficial show of respect to welcome the master of the Legion.

The nobles, with fake smiles, respectfully awaited the arrival of the Imperium's Gene-Father at the spaceport. The plan was simple: after a perfunctory greeting, they could once again rule the planet as kings and overlords. After all, the Night Lords had very little time, and they didn't understand planetary management, did they?

However, in the eyes of the planet's de facto rulers, this was their territory. They merely needed to pay tribute to the immensely powerful Night Lords regularly to maintain their status. The meager amount of Adamantite Ore they handed over wasn't much to them; in fact, they profited from it, and profited greatly.

Because Nostramo enjoyed a special tax-exempt policy, they didn't have to pay a single cent of tax to the Imperium for any of their transactions, not even a grain of Adamantite Ore. The income from smuggling naturally went into their pockets, especially as the Legion forged connections with other Forge Worlds, further expanding their wealth.

But this time, what awaited them was not the glorious Night Haunter, but the Night Haunter's boundless wrath. Strike Cruisers advanced into low orbit, followed by a sky full of Night Lords drop pods descending from above.

The rain of fire stunned all the nobles waiting on the landing platform. They didn't understand why the other party was deploying so many drop pods onto the planet without a word. Then, these vampires feeding on Koz's homeworld finally understood what was happening.

Astartes only used drop pods when engaging enemy forces. Clearly, the Night Lords now considered their homeworld an enemy.

"Quick, ask Lord Koz what happened," a noble urged, his voice trembling, as they requested communication with the Legion.

However, reality was cruel. The Night Lords ruthlessly rejected their communication requests, and the drop pods had already activated their retro-thrusters.

"...static... static..." A sound of electrical interference echoed across Nostramo. All outdoor screens, projections, and sound systems simultaneously broadcast this interference. Then, Koz's towering figure appeared before the people of Nostramo.

"For countless ages, the people of Nostramo have lived in dire straits. I personally killed gang after gang of nobles until they trembled with fear, until no one dared to disobey my orders.

I thought fear would make everyone clearly remember my insignificant demands, but after I embarked on the Great Crusade, everything on this planet seemed to have returned to its starting point." Koz paused after speaking, clearly dissatisfied.

"Therefore! I have decided to implement a thorough cure for Nostramo, allowing the flower of sin, the gangs, to bloom one last time on Nostramo, so that the people of this planet can truly be freed from the plight of the gangs! Night Lords, kill all gang members on the planet!" Koz conveyed his orders to his progeny and then ended the communication.

On Nostramo, the slaughter began!

The drop pod slammed heavily onto the ground, the roar of bolters echoing across the planet. The lightning claws tore through the bodies of the gang members with ease. For the Night Lords, distinguishing gang members on their homeworld was incredibly simple.

A single glance was enough to tell if they were gang members or not. Many of the Night Lords themselves hailed from this planet of eternal night.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how incredibly bold. It's only because Nostramo has such a high content of Orichalcum. On any other planet, these people would have lost their heads countless times already," Sandman said, looking at the data retrieved from Koz's homeworld. The amount of Orichalcum smuggled was enough to build a Gloriana-class Battleship.

A Gloriana-class, that was a colossal ship over 20 kilometers long! Its keel and many crucial structures required Orichalcum to support such a massive warship.

And this was just the amount smuggled in the mere decades since Koz's return. Who knew how much Orichalcum the rulers of this planet had wasted before then!

"Koz, how about we strike a deal? The Night Lords aren't exactly skilled at forging anyway. Why don't you sell the Orichalcum you mine to the Raven Guard? I'll give you ten percent above market price, what do you say?" Sandman's eyes practically watered as he looked at the Orichalcum reserves on Nostramo.

Compared to the reserves on this planet, the mining over the years was a mere drop in the bucket. Moreover, the most core areas hadn't even been tapped yet. The deeper they mined towards the planet's core, the higher the purity of the Orichalcum. The core could essentially be used without smelting.

No wonder the Night Lords Legion's finances never collapsed despite their chaotic nature. With such a mountain of gold, it was hard to go bankrupt.

"Half of Nostramo's output can be supplied to the Raven Guard preferentially. After all, the Night Lords also have forging worlds they cooperate with, and the surrounding star systems also need Orichalcum," Koz pondered for a moment before allocating half the output to Sandman.

"It's a deal!" Sandman said to Koz.

He hadn't intended to take all of the Night Lords' Orichalcum output. Half was more than enough. The ten percent premium price was also not an issue at all. Orichalcum was a hot commodity in the Imperium; this deal was a guaranteed profit.

The Night Lords were incredibly fast, unbelievably so. In just two days, the gangsters on this planet of eternal night were wiped out. They knew the hiding spots and safe houses of these gangs far too well; many were places they had frequented themselves.

A thick, almost impenetrable scent of blood wafted across the planet of eternal night. The factory incinerators easily burned the bodies of these gangsters into wisps of black smoke. For forges capable of smelting Orichalcum, processing human corpses was incredibly simple.

The mortal auxiliaries of the Legion simply had to transport the bodies and toss them directly into the forges. In fact, they couldn't even toss them in as fast as the forges could burn them.

"Alright, my mission here is considered perfectly completed. Feel free to contact me anytime if anything comes up," Sandman said, bidding farewell to Koz after resolving the issues with him and Nostramo.

This time, not only was the Raven Guard fleet he brought with him involved, but a Night Lords fleet was also returning with him to the Rak'Gol front. Clearly, these were the "cream of the crop" among the Night Lords Legion. Regarding the upcoming operation to Rak'Gol, these Night Lords had no complaints; instead, they showed an extremely strong interest in this powerful Xenos civilization.

Sandman couldn't understand the thought processes of these scumbags, but that didn't stop him from taking the Night Lords with him. Even if they dared to resist, he had plenty of ways to deal with this fleet.