"When I brought judgment to the scum of Nostramo, my hands were stained with the blood of sinners. I was justice's verdict, righteous vengeance."
"I flayed and dismembered tens of thousands of criminals, making them taste the fruits borne of their own sins. I made that sinful planet free of crime."
Night Haunter raised his hands. His pale fingers were long and slender, their joints distinct, while slightly pointed claws extended from his fingertips. These were hands capable of effortlessly tearing apart ceramite armor.
Countless valiant Space Marines and mortal auxiliaries had died by those hands. Even the Lion and Guilliman had nearly died in Night Haunter's traps.
"But later, I killed an innocent person by mistake. According to my justice, I should pay life for life. I am guilty, but I have no other choice. I cannot be forgiven. If I escape punishment, then where is justice?"
Listening to Konrad's self-account, Lox could not help feeling suffocated.
Suffocating justice.
In a sense, the pale-skinned Night Haunter before him was the one who had truly carried out fairness and justice among all the primarchs. It was simply Night Haunter's own brand of fairness and justice.
In his eyes, even lofty primarchs and lowly mortals were the same. Even if he himself committed a crime, he should face justice's judgment.
This madman had launched his rebellion in order to follow his prophecy. He wanted to embrace a righteous death and complete his own proof.
Lox took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts as he considered how to use words as weapons to break through this madman's defenses.
It was difficult. After all, a madman's thoughts were fundamentally different from those of ordinary people.
"So you launched the rebellion because you sought death, dragging so many innocent people to their deaths with