Evernight and the Adeptus Custodes

"Tie him up, let's go to the Throne Room."

Ultimately, Dorn became a prisoner of the Eighth Legion Coalition, along with his Scions and the Space Marines of the Sixteenth Legion.

As for Horus, he retreated from the city walls after the initial negotiations failed.

After the fighting here came to an end, Sandamel was tasked with cleaning up the battlefield.

"Wake up, stop pretending to be dead."

Sandamel kicked the Imperial Fists lying dead next to him without any hesitation.

"Brother, let me die instead."

"Guards, bury him! Give him a grand funeral!"

Upon hearing Sandamel's instructions, those who remained did not hesitate and immediately began digging a pit.

"Okay, bro, I can get up by myself, but I feel a little sad and confused."

The Imperial Fists warrior sat on the ground, completely disheveled, staring blankly at the sky above Terra.

He stared blankly at his brothers from other Legions who were cleaning up the battlefield and waking everyone up one by one.

"Captain Sandamel, what do you think is the purpose of our doing this? Is it just to put on a show?"

"We're not acting, brother. We're simply exercising the Primarch's reason and mercy."

Primarch's reason and benevolence?

Yes, if the Primarch of the Eighth Legion Coalition hadn't possessed enough reason and mercy, this place would be a meat grinder, a hell on earth.

They may appear to be acting, but it is precisely because of the Primarch's mercy that they are able to act, and that they are able to live.

"Then tell me, what is the meaning of our existence? The entire Seventh Legion has been entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the Emperor, bearing his trust. But now I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong."

Sandamel didn't remain silent for long; he simply looked at the soldier.

"Brother, living itself has meaning. As long as you are alive and have the strength, you can contribute to humanity."

"Everything for humanity."

"And what about the Emperor?"

"The Emperor acted for humanity, my brother, but now that's a matter for the Primarch to consider."

Sandamel knew very well that Curze had been suppressing his emotions the whole way.

At the same time, he kept telling himself that the intensity of the war must not be escalated to the highest level.

Moreover, as a member of the Thirteen-Person Group, he was well aware of Curze's plans.

Ideally, the intensity of this war would be compressed directly between the Legions and the Adeptus Custodes.

In fact, Curze did just that.

Now, he has arrived at the Throne Room with his brothers and army, where the Throne Room Adeptus Custodes has been waiting for some time.

"Valdor, make way, we need to get in."

"Traitors are not worthy to see my Lord."

"We're just here for accountability. I simply want to know where my father is. I have no intention of having my Legion turn against you."

"But your actions tell me every single moment that you led the Primarch in Horus Heresy."

"So, does that mean a war between the Space Marines and your Adeptus Custodes is inevitable?"

Valdor said nothing; he simply raised his weapon.

He knew he was no match for the Primarch, but for the Emperor, he was fearless even if it meant his death.

"Why bother? Everything I do is for humanity; you don't need to be so hostile towards me."

"You're acting more out of your own selfish desires. The Father of Night is great, but he doesn't represent humanity."

Upon hearing Valdor's words, Curze lost interest in arguing with him.

"Impetus."

"Exist."

"Let the brothers of the Evernight Legion handle it themselves."

"Clear."

The moment they received Curze's order, everyone in the Evernight Legion began to act spontaneously. Their instincts, honed from thousands of brushes with death, enabled them to assume their best fighting stance.

Are you insulting us?

"No, I promised my father that my arrival would bring hope to the Imperium of Man, so I don't want the Imperium to suffer too many losses in this matter. The Evernight Legion is the best option."

Having said this, Curze fell silent, and the Evernight Legion began to move, turning the sky outside the Throne Room completely black.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it.

"Everything for the Emperor!"

Just as Valdor was about to charge into the Evernight Legion, Sevatar stopped him.

"Valdor, I've wanted to fight you for a long time!"

"Traitor, die!"

"You're really short-tempered, aren't you? Ear-Digger, but don't worry, I won't let you die. I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Compared to Curze's calmness and rationality, Sevatar's was more of a calm madness.

He has been enduring this ever since the Eighth Legion Coalition set out.

Now the time to vent has finally come.

Actually, it wasn't just him; the entire Evernight Legion had been holding back, but now it wasn't necessary!

All Thirteen-Person Group present found the strongest members of the Adeptus Custodes and began to fight one-on-one.

At this moment, whether it was the Adeptus Custodes, other Primarch, or the Space Marine Allied Forces, they truly realized the monstrous nature of the Evernight Legion.

The Evernight Legion is even stronger than the Adeptus Custodes!

Especially those in the Thirteen-Person Group; the ordinary Adeptus Custodes had absolutely no chance to fight back against them.

The Centurion could only barely hold them off.

The only one they could truly take seriously was the commander of the Adeptus Custodes Guard.

But how many commanders of a thousand men were there in the Adeptus Custodes?

Soon, the Adeptus Custodes' decline became apparent.

But for the Adeptus Custodes Guards, this was something they had long anticipated, almost exactly the moment they were about to be defeated.

A group of Adeptus Custodes clad in black Power Armour appeared outside the Throne Room.

"Ha, besides yellow corn, there's even black corn, but it doesn't matter how much there is."

Impetus spoke, he charged forward first, and at the same time, the Evernight Network was fully deployed.

At this moment, Curze and the Night Haunter became the core of the entire Evernight Network.

After they became the core of the network, the improvement they brought to the entire Evernight Legion was not as simple as 1+1.

The current Evernight Network can be described as having a dual-core processor.

Even Black Corn couldn't do anything to the Evernight Legion.

Valdor looked at the unreasonablely strong Evernight Legion and observed their fighting style, feeling extremely conflicted.

He wanted to say that the Evernight Legion was humiliating them.

Because the Evernight Legion never kills them, but only knocks them down, rendering them incapable of action.

But a voice deep within him told him that the Evernight Legion didn't really want to fight them; they only wanted to see the Emperor.

Valdor watched this bizarre and horrific scene, his heart torn apart.

He looked at the Grand Inquisitor standing at the very back of the Evernight Legion, unsure how to face him.

The battle ended completely 10 hours later.

Valdor glanced at Curze, then looked at the other person beside him.

The person who ended this battle quickly.

Nostramo's original ally, Trazyn the Infinite.

"Let's go, Curze, we should go in."