63. Guilliman Can Really Procreate

His outburst went on for some time.

The Night Haunter thought everything before him was an illusion, so he smashed and struck at everything with reckless abandon, roaring all the while. Aside from harming none of the fleeing civilians, he did almost everything he could—yet even at this almost completely out-of-control moment, Curze still did not hurt a single innocent person.

Barefoot, he sprinted wildly down the asphalt road. He screamed at the top of his lungs like a true madman, and even swung the stone spear in his hand to smash several cars. The pallid skin unique to Nostramo's people and his ferocious expression left many onlookers so frightened they could not move. But this towering monster in their eyes had no intention of harming anyone.

If that incident had not happened, things should have continued that way.

The police arrived at the scene, and Curze realized something was not simple about the situation. The remnants of his sanity understood that this was probably not an illusion created by the Warp. So he surrendered without resistance and was promptly thrown into prison. In any case, he had always wanted to atone for himself, and being imprisoned happened to satisfy that wish.

But the air began to boil.

Not only that, a blood-red shockwave crashed down from the sky, and the violent explosion made Curze stop—he turned his head and saw a bloody scene. The city that had been calm moments ago was now blazing with fire, and people's screams and cries were everywhere.

Some of the people struck by that shockwave were instantly transformed into some kind of mindless walking corpse, a faint yellow glimmer flashing in their eyes. Without hesitation, they lunged at the others and began killing under the guidance of some special will.

Before this apocalyptic