Playing the Victim

Nominations for the Eight Hundred?

That's Eight Hundred!

The Primarch's Royal Guard is the Royal Guard!

The original eight hundred people, the Primarch core group that started the Primarch!

As the Chief Juror, Sevatar has the right to nominate jurors, and as everyone knows, Sevatar keeps his word!

If they can make it into the 800-Person Group, it means they are one step closer to entering the Council of the Long Night.

"Yes! I will certainly not let you down!"

They had already decided that they might use this time to practice with their comrades.

I practiced with the Octagon.

"Do a good job."

Sevatar patted the two men on the shoulder and left with the Octagon they needed.

Not long after, Mortarion arrived with his men.

Sure enough, he brought his own First Company Captain.

Of course, it wasn't just the First Company Captain; there was also the Seventh Company, Nathaniel Garro.

As a veteran of Terra descent, Nathaniel enjoys high prestige within the Legion, and having him around can always resolve unexpected troubles.

Moreover, under the guise of repairing the Octagon, he also had something else to discuss with Curze.

Regarding Nostramo.

"Long time no see, Xiao Mo. How did your trip to Nuceria go?"

"Everything went well, my brother. Thanks to Uncle's guidance along the way, I was able to see the error of my ways and understand many things."

"Haha, Dad's a great Teacher! Okay, enough of that. Quick, help us take a look at this Octagon. These kids are so rough; I wonder where they picked up the virus from."

Leave it to me.

Mortarion stepped forward and realized something was wrong.

"Curze, if I may be frank, this isn't some rare bacterial or viral infection; it's a virus leak from standard weapons."

Upon hearing this, Curze frowned.

"You mean to say that there's lax control over arms?"

"Very likely."

"Shen!"

"Exist!"

Who manages the Octagon?

"Report, it's Laxus and Weiss."

"Have they both gone mad from being in the Octagon for too long?!"

"Tell them they don't need to participate in military training for the next month; they're going to guard the gate for their Dad!"

"Yes, I'll take care of it right now!"

"I'm so sorry, you must have found this amusing," Curze said with a smile.

"It's alright. You've only been back a short time and are still unfamiliar with some things about the Imperium. Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand."

"Hehehe, Mortarion has really changed a lot, but how could we not know about the Imperium's messy affairs?" the Night Haunter grumbled.

Once inside the Imperium's Judicial System, all the filth and corruption within the entire Imperium of Man was laid bare before them.

It's a secret.

Currently, apart from the First Legion, the Eighth Legion knows the most information.

"You're too kind, but there is something I'd like to ask you for help with."

"What's up?"

Mortarion did not refuse.

Firstly, they are brothers.

Secondly, if he helps more, it will be easier to bring up the matter of Nostramo later.

"Well... I've been really itching to spar lately, but the Adeptus Custodes Marshal won't fight me. My bones are practically rusting. How about you spar with me?"

Um?

What a strange suggestion!

"Don't look at me like that, Xiao Mo. You have no idea. I was already preparing for the front lines, but that old man, Huangpizi, threw me and the entire Legion into the Imperium Judicial System."

"Tell me, what kind of mess is this?"

"Dorn a mere Grand Master of the Adeptus Custodes like Dorne can go to the front lines, then I, the Grand Inquisitor, am stuck sitting behind a desk grading papers. At this rate, I'll turn into Uncle Ma."

"Just think of it as stretching your muscles with your brother, okay?"

Mortarion looked at Curze, never expecting that his brother was now in such a sorry state.

How about... we have a friendly spar?

This will also help us understand Curze's abilities.

"Weapons can be used, but Psychic Power cannot."

"No problem!"

"We happen to have Octagon here, please," Curze said with a smile.

Mortarion didn't think much of it, grabbed a Chainsword, and went inside.

Curze, on the other hand, chose a pair of Lightning Claws.

"Want me to play support for you?"

"Forget it, Night Haunter. I just wanted to loosen this kid's skin; he doesn't need Psychic Power."

Then the battle between the two Primarch began, but to be honest, apart from the Evernight Legion who could keep up with Curze's pace, everyone else was a bit out of sync.

Curze's performance shocked both the Eighth Legion and XIV Legion.

Powerful.

It's ridiculously strong.

From the moment they entered, Mortarion was basically being overwhelmed.

"Garro, are you itching to do something?" Typhus said.

"Yes, I've heard of the Council of the Long Night's reputation, but I've never had the time to spar with them. Now I'd like to give it a try."

"You know what, seeing those two fighting so intensely makes me want to try it too."

They always thought Curze was a Civil Servant, who knew he was such a good fighter.

"If you'd like to have a friendly spar, we're happy to oblige."

"Nonsense! Primarch sparring is just about exchanging skills. What nonsense are you spouting?" Sevatar said with a serious expression.

"No way, Sevatar, you're always on missions or in the field. We're all busy investigating cases. Don't be so naive."

"Talos is right, and besides, my cousins also want to talk to me, don't they?"

Upon hearing this, Sevatar said nothing more.

The acting should stop short of being overdone; the rest is up to them.

"Take it easy, you guys."

"Crackling! Crackling!"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Agrid cracked his knuckles as he went in first.

Talos tried to go to the other side, but Cyrion was faster than him.

"Sorry, Talos, first come, first served."

"Damn it! Don't run off after get off work, let's practice one-on-one!"

"I'm not going to spar with you one-on-one." Cyrion knew how formidable Talos was.

This guy is the only one in the entire Legion, besides Curze and Sevatar, who can keep his own pace.

It would be a waste of time and effort to train one-on-one with him.

"Come on, cousins, who wants to stretch their muscles with me?"

"I'll go." Nathaniel went inside.

Typhus then went into the Octagon where Agrid was.

They were also curious about the true strength of these cousins who had entered the Civil Servant system as soon as they returned to the Imperium.

Then they regretted it.

First, there was Mortarion. He was constantly on the Curze from the moment he entered, not because he didn't want to fight back.

It's because Curze always manages to find the vital point in every attack.

It seems that in his eyes, the human body is nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.

He was a butcher who had mastered the craft through practice.

He knew exactly where to make the cut and what the effect would be.

But this is very strange.

Based on the information obtained, Curze and his Legion did not have much combat experience.

Yes, compared to the Legions that participated in the Great Crusade, Curze's Legions had very limited combat experience.

To date, their most intense battle was during the time of Nostramo.

Could there really be some kind of legend about this Planet?