Bullying

The moment all the Primarch stepped through the gates, the Night Haunter gave Curze the harshest verbal warning.

"The Council of the Long Night members listed in the Legion's Brief History are hereby declared ill and will not see visitors from today onwards."

"Members of the Council of the Long Night who haven't read the Legion's Brief History, get as far away from them as possible, immediately!"

"What's wrong?" Curze asked, frowning.

This is Nostramo, and more than half of the Primarch of the Imperium stand here. Who would dare to cause trouble?

"My brother, do you still remember the way the Khan looked at Sandamel?"

Khan and Sandamel?

"Just a reminder, the Great Angel is like Tangyuan; it's very white on the outside, but when you cut it open, the inside is black and watery."

It's going to happen.

The Night Haunter has already made himself clear; if Curze still doesn't understand, then the Eighth Legion can be handed over to Sevatar.

"Everyone in the Council of the Long Night, we have an urgent mission!"

The members of the Council of the Long Night, who had already changed out of their military uniforms and were ready to relax, instantly tensed up.

That's one of the good things about Nostramo.

The Evernight Network has global coverage, allowing people to be contacted whether they are in the sky or underground.

"The Boss, give the order."

"All council members who have read Legion's Brief History are claiming illness and staying home; those who haven't read it should go as far away as possible."

"Someone has broken in, shouldn't we fight back?" Aequus said.

"It's not that someone broke in; I've let the wolf in this time. My Demigod brothers are here to poach people."

"Poaching people?"

"Yes, Sevatar, you are excellent, but you haven't been injected with the Gene-seed."

"If you don't want to become my nephew for no reason, you'd better hide them well."

"Ahem, why do you guys always like to tell jokes, Curze?"

"Uncle Orikan?"

As one of the original three Necrontyr of Nostramo, the three of them held high positions in Nostramo.

It's high enough to connect to the Evernight Network.

"What's the panic? Trazyn really went all out back then. The advanced technology he poured into these five thousand people is enough to buy hundreds of Garden of Nurgle Worlds."

"Especially your council of thirteen, which was painstakingly built by Trazyn."

"That so-called Gene-seed of that technological barbarians is no match for the Necrontyr technology."

"Is it really that amazing?" Talos asked.

"Nonsense, your Evernight Legion can take down the Adeptus Custodes like it's nothing."

"So the problem you're facing right now isn't with the Gene-seed."

"What is that?" Agrid asked.

"How did you manage to remain sober amidst the Primarch's sugar-coated bullets?"

Yes, that's definitely not easy.

Putting everything else aside, Horus alone possessed an exaggeratedly charismatic personality.

"Heh, I swore an oath to the Code that Nostramo's glory will endure forever, it's just a pity about my Holiday," Aequus said.

The others also realized what was happening.

Then everyone went about their own business.

Of course, their Holiday was ruined.

"Should we conduct a real Search, Fight, and Extract?"

"Impetus?"

"Yeah, you're all busy with missions, while we're stuck in the rear of the Imperium. It's getting more and more frustrating."

"I feel like my bones are about to rust. Since my Holiday is probably going to be ruined anyway, I might as well train while having fun. Let's get this quick – real Search, Fight, and Extract or direct confrontation?"

"Let's fight it out. Lao Feng is prohibited from taking off Holiday," Shen said.

"Great! That's exactly what I want – a real confrontation! I've been so bored these past few days!"

"The same as always?" Sevatar asked.

"Not for now. For now, we should keep the brothers who haven't been on the Legion's Brief History under wraps. Those are our trump cards; if they see them, they'll go crazy," Curze said.

"What should we do then?"

Impetus is looking for someone to practice against, and he's already changing his equipment.

"Sevatar, don't leave the field. There are exactly eight players left. You guys figure out how to divide them up."

"Alright, Group A, those who want to join, come on over," Talos said.

"Group B, assemble."

Soon, two squads, led by Talos and Aequus, were formed.

Group A consists of Talos, Impetus, Animus, and Agrid.

Group B consists of Aequus, Cyrion, Defensio, and Shen.

"Cyrion, how many times have I caught you? Can't you just give up?"

Everyone in the Council of the Long Night knew.

Talos Cyrion.

"This is exercise, Talos."

"Alright, let's begin."

"Wait, where's Sandamel?" Talos asked.

"Let me look for it."

While he was looking for Sandamel found Curze.

"The Boss! They're bullying us!"

"Sandamel, what's going on here?"

Sandamel was sweating profusely and had a bruise on his face.

"Who dares to make a move here?"

"It's White Scars!"

Curze turned to look at Khan.

Khan is feeling a bit unwell right now.

It could even be described as restless and uneasy.

"Curze, brother, let me explain." Khan delivered the explanation he had prepared.

"I just saw that Sandamel drives very fast, and I thought he must have a high aptitude for mechanics, so I let him communicate with my Scions."

"They did exchange ideas, but I've never heard of exchanging mechanical repair experience with Psychic Power anesthesia!"

"Khan? What do you want to do!"

What Yesugei do?!

"Ahem, this... that..."

"Let me tell you, the Boss. That guy, Yesugei, secretly used Psychic Power anesthesia on me while I was fixing the machine, and the Apothecary was already waiting behind me."

"You didn't see it! The needle was so thick. I've never used one that thick when I gave injections to Ant-Cattle."

"You think my brother's Ant-Cattle?!" Curze instantly flew into a rage.

Is this some kind of blatant attempt to steal people?

The Empyrean is above!

Help me!

Yesugei, what should I do?

"Where's the guy with the White Scars?" Curze asked.

"They're in the back, all of you, come in!"

Following Sandamel's voice, three strangely shaped... people entered from behind the door.

"Yesugei?"

"Qin Xa?"

"Jubal?"

The Khan couldn't believe that these three men, their heads swollen like pigs, were his own!

Seeing this, Curze wanted to get angry but didn't know where to begin.

These three guys are really pitiful.

Although they were in the wrong and didn't intend to use excessive force.

But to be beaten like this by Sandamel is really...

"The Boss, you have no idea, those three guys are really cunning. If I weren't good at fighting, I'd be covered in White Scars by now."

"Angron, what's all the noise outside? Go check it out." Han Mingxuan, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the noise outside.

Angron felt somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this.

"Uncle, can I talk to you about something?"

"What's wrong? Is there anything you don't understand or are having any difficulties? You can tell me, and I'll help you if I can."

"It's... it's that Animus from the Evernight Legion, I want to meet him."