In the Name of Evernight

Upon returning to Terra, the twenty people recruited by Malcador immediately began the process of having their Gene-seed implanted.

They will be the First Batch Nostramo-descended in the Evernight Legion to have their Gene-seed implanted.

Of course, their gene seed implantation surgery was entirely handled by the Great Sage Herbt.

Meanwhile, Curze returned to Terra with the Council of the Long Night, and they stood guard outside.

However, the Great Sage Helbut, who had undergone in-depth training in the technology of the Fearful Dead, possessed technical prowess that was among the best in the entire empire.

The Gene-seed implantation surgery on twenty people was successful, and at the same time, their Astartes modification was also successfully completed.

"My lord, I have not failed you," said the great sage Herbt.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Take me to see it now."

Upon entering, I saw twenty people dressed in brand-new Power Armour, their eyes resolute and serious.

"Grown ups!"

"Very good!"

Looking at the people in front of me, I saw that they were wearing Power Armour that differed from the Midnight Reapers paint scheme.

The 20,000 people at the Midnight Reapers wore Power Armour that was predominantly a dark blue.

However, the Power Armour of these twenty people is painted a bright, deep blue.

The original skull decorations have been replaced with the design of the Evernight Code.

"You will be the First Batch warriors of the Nostramo Reserve to step into the stars; uphold your duty."

"Clear!"

After these twenty men completed their transformation, they were taken to the Eighth Legion by Sevatar.

"They are Judges from Nostramo, and from now on they will be your comrades-in-arms, your brothers. They will join you in entering the Terra Judicial System."

They were met with only sparse applause.

Sevatar knew these soldiers had emotions, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Terra's Judicial System is utterly inhuman.

Of course, besides these, they also had one point of contention.

Why were they appointed as Judges from the outset?

Just because they were from Nostramo and passed the Judicial Examination?

It's like nobody's ever taken the test.

They knew that only by becoming Judges were they qualified to go to the battlefield!

Therefore, they were dissatisfied.

"Slazov, it's up to you now. Get them to accept you."

"Understood, the Boss. Just you wait and see."

Slazov stepped forward and immediately unleashed a bombshell.

"Anyone want to come into the Octagon with us?"

???

What kind of operation is this?

They went straight into the Octagon upon arrival.

"Third time's the charm. I'll ask one more time: yes or no?"

"Have!"

Eighth Legion Octagon Master, Octagon Fighting Twin Stars.

Laxus and Weiss stepped forward first.

They've been training in this Octagon for who knows how long, and they refuse to believe they can't beat the newcomers.

"Very well, let's begin."

Slazov was the first to enter the Octagon.

Laxus went inside.

"Both of you come at me together."

Don't be too overconfident, brother.

"Hehe, brother, I am the first-term Reserve Regiment Commander of the Evernight Judges Legion, Two-Time Distinguished Sergeant, Myriarch."

Two selection competitions for Myriarch 10,000 men were held, and only 30 men were chosen from 50,000 candidates.

Unfortunately, all twenty men who came this time were Myriarch.

"You've got quite a few titles, so let's get started."

Ten minutes later.

Bang!

The Octagon door was blasted open with tremendous force, and Laxus and Weiss flew out.

"Very good. Your combat skills are very strong, at least at the Centurion level. You are qualified to become Reserves."

"Again!"

"The left foot was 0.5 seconds slower, and the inertia caused the overall attack speed to be 0.1 seconds slower. The unnecessary movements need to be modified."

"Also, is there any bullying within the Legion?"

"Where does this come from?"

"Because when you spar with me, your starting stance is defensive, which is the wrong mindset and fighting mentality."

"No matter what kind of enemy you're facing, the first thing you should think about is attacking."

Upon hearing Slazov's analysis, Laxus and Weiss recalled their own experiences.

"It was just a friendly spar, Captain."

Slazov nodded, then looked at the people below.

"Continue!"

Then these twenty men fought through the entire 20,000- Legion, and as a result, apart from Laxus and Weiss, only 500 men reached the Centurion level.

"It's inconsistent."

As far as military leadership is concerned, combat effectiveness is indeed uneven.

"Alright, the five hundred Centurions will be assigned to the Evernight Reserve; the rest will remain as Enforcers."

Satisfied with the current situation, Sevatar announced the final result.

"You five hundred people, remember to come and collect your Judge's Certificate of Practice."

Judge's Certificate of Practice?

"What, you don't want it?"

"Think!"

How could I not want to?!

I've finally made it into the Reserve of the Evernight Judges!

Heaven rewards those who persevere!

"Well done, the rest is up to you."

"Clear!"

After Sevatar left, Slazov announced some news.

"We came to Terra to fight Anti-Corruption, and I hope you all are prepared to do the same."

Anti-Corruption?

"Commander, that would result in many deaths and would also affect the interests of many others."

"I know, but I'm here to Anti-Corruption. If anyone feels it's unnecessary, or is backing down, they can go back to their Office and continue working on case files."

"Anti-Corruption!"

"Anti-Corruption!"

"Anti-Corruption!"

Slazov looked at these people with satisfaction.

Fortunately, the people of the Eighth Legion weren't completely rotten to the core.

At least in Terra, a world obsessed with toilets, they are a breath of fresh air.

"Alright, so what we need to do next is gather evidence, and secondly, according to the Evernight Code and the Red-Black Ledger, we will show absolutely no leniency!"

"Red and black are evenly matched, grab; black is greater than red, kill."

"Do you understand?!"

"Clear!"

What if red is greater than black?

"Heh heh heh, Centurion Dussack, how many people like this do you think there are in Terra?"

Laxus was stumped by Slazov's question.

Yes.

How many?

Judging from the case files they handled, there were almost no people whose merits outweighed their demerits.

"But this will kill many people, and it will also cause a lot of unrest."

"This is not something we should be worrying about. The Chancellor, that Head of the Vermin, just sent us here to Anti-Corruption."

"Then all we need to do is Anti-Corruption; the rest is for the Chancellor to consider."

Head of the Vermin?

That seems... plausible.

Although Chancellor Malcador did not actually embezzle or accept bribes, Malcador was mentioned multiple times in the files they saw.

Even if they knew this might be a compromise forced upon them by circumstances, on paper, Malcador really was the head of the Imperium Vermin.

"Go and prepare. Starting in three days, in the name of Evernight, clean the toilets in Terra."

"Clear!"

Meanwhile, the Administratum.

"What?! Malcador, you want to Anti-Corruption?! Are you crazy?!"

The Great Angel is truly driven mad by the Imperium administration; he no longer calls him "Uncle" but addresses him by his first name.

"Anti-Corruption is imperative."

"Are you trying to kill me with exhaustion?! I won't agree! Even if it's not for me, but for my Scions, for the stability of the Imperium, I cannot agree!"

"Then you'll become the Head of the Vermin."

Is this what it feels like to label someone?

I'm sorry, Sanguinius.