The Night Lords' Sorrow

"This all started when I landed in Nostramo."

"In the original scenario, my incubation chamber crashed directly into the earth's crust. No one discovered me then; I crawled out of the rubble on my own."

"Unlike this world, Curze's incubation chamber appeared directly in front of my father."

"How enviable, Curze, even the way you landed the incubation pod was so gentle."

"Life wasn't great at first after I landed in Nostramo. I remember when I first met Curze, he said I was a bat Xenos, like a standing rat, and he was right."

"The reality was that before I had enough power, I lived in the sewers, eating mutated rats and corpses."

"All my impressions and understanding of Nostramo came from these sources, which is why I became an extreme advocate of justice."

"Or to be more precise, I became an extreme punisher."

"In the Evernight Code, every crime that has ever appeared, from the first to the last, was Death Sentence in Nostramo at that time."

"In Nostramo at that time, Death Sentence was the cheapest form of relief for the Nostramo people, and could even be considered a form of salvation."

"During my reign over Nostramo, I earned the title of Night Haunter, and under my rule, the crime rate in Nostramo dropped to 0 in a very short time."

"The reign of fear can never last," Sevatar said.

"Yes, Sevatar, but Nostramo was rotten to the core by then, and I didn't have a perfect Teacher like my father to teach me what to do."

"This is a lie, Night Haunter. It's obvious you're lying."

Sevatar's words abruptly interrupted the Night Haunter's statement, whether from the Primarch or from everyone in the Council of the Long Night.

They suddenly realized that the Night Haunter seemed a little... timid when facing Sevatar.

"Okay, Sevatar, you're right, I did lie."

"Because of your cowardice and incompetence, right?"

"It's not because of cowardice or incompetence, Sevatar. Ever since I came to Nostramo, I have been tormented by that dark Prophecy."

"That's still cowardice and incompetence. As far as I know, the environment on Nocturne is also bad. As far as I know, Fenris is a Death World."

"As far as I know, the Great Angel suppressed his Red Thirst."

"This is different, Sevatar."

Sevatar didn't say anything when he heard the Night Haunter's explanation; he just sneered, because the Night Haunter's explanation was so weak now.

"As my Uncle once said, every family has its own troubles, but you still have to deal with them. Every Primarch has its own difficulties, so why are you running away?"

"You yourself said you're a punisher, you pursue justice, but you chose the simplest, most cowardly, and most extreme means."

"Even now, after decades of education from your Uncle, you still make excuses and shirk responsibility when faced with problems."

"Night Haunter, you have squandered your Uncle's wisdom."

"You! Haha! Very well! What a sarcastic and sharp-tongued Sevatar!"

"It seems that no matter which world you're in, you're still just as annoying!"

"No, Night Haunter, if what you say is true, then the Chief Juror is right." Roboute began to deliver the opportune blow.

The Night Haunter was rendered speechless; he didn't know how to respond.

"Sigh! Alright, alright, Sevatar, you really are the bravest man. You're right, I was indeed a bit of a coward."

To err is human, to forgive divine.

You!

Upon hearing Sevatar's words, the Night Haunter clenched his teeth.

He found it strange that Sevatar's sharp tongue only manifested in himself and not in Curze.

Aren't he and Curze the same person?

"Alright, Sevatar, shut up," Curze said.

Well, you little rascal, Curze, now you're playing the nice guy, huh?

Okay, then I'll show you just how tough Sevatar really is.

"Alright, Night Haunter, you can deal with your revenge against the Boss later. Now, answer Cyrion's question: what exactly happened to the Eighth Legion in the original destiny?"

As the only proper Civil Servant in the Eighth Legion, Shen keenly sensed the vengeful flame in the Night Haunter's eyes.

So he quickly steered the conversation back on track.

Knowing what happened to the Eighth Legion is now the most important thing.

"Actually, the Eighth Legion was quite good at the beginning; they selected high-quality soldiers."

"But later I encountered a similar situation to Angron. After I joined the Great Crusade, the local nobles of Nostramo began to fill the Eighth Legion with criminals."

"They intercepted top-quality recruits to form their own private army, while putting criminals into the Eighth Legion. From that moment on, the Eighth Legion was rotten to the core."

"So you hate your Legion," Pusilock said.

As the top Command Division among the Thirteen-Person Group, Pusilock understood one thing.

In large-scale military operations, strict military discipline is essential.

Therefore, two standards must be met.

He loved his soldiers like his own children, but used them ruthlessly.

Moreover, under the current system of the Imperium Space Marine Legion, due to the Gene-seed, every Space Marine is a Primarch Scions of the Primarch.

"As a father, you hate your Scions."

"I just hate criminals."

"Then your Uncle should hate you too!"

"Nonsense! I am my father's son!"

"They are your Scions too!"

"Ah, it's a vicious cycle."

"Roboute, shut up! This is an internal matter of the Eighth Legion!"

Guilliman shrugged nonchalantly, then gave Pusilock an encouraging look.

"In this respect, the Boss did a much better job than you; he didn't hate the original Son of Night."

"I never expected that in this world, besides Sevatar being a sharp-tongued person, you, Pusilock, are also a sharp-tongued one. How come I didn't notice this a few years ago?"

"I'm not being sarcastic; I just hate cowards, especially cowards who have the ability to do evil."

The Night Haunter didn't say much; he simply changed the subject and continued recounting what happened next.

We have to change the subject; if this continues, he'll definitely be criticized to death by the Thirteen-Person Group.

"When I found out about this later, from that moment on, I could no longer control my madness."

"I used to believe that even if I were a criminal, my Scions would still be outstanding, but then I discovered that my Scions were all criminals, and then I went mad."

"After that, I ordered the destruction of Nostramo."

"Then it seems you really have gone mad," Shen said.

"Yes, I'm sorry to you in that world, Shen."

"At that time, even if someone in the entire Legion knew I was crazy, no one dared to say it. Only you, only you realized my madness and actually brought it up."

"At that time, I ordered the destruction of our Homeworld, and Sevatar carried out the order directly."

"Although I couldn't see anyone at that time, my Psychic Power allowed me to see you kneeling before him, trying to make him stop. I was heartbroken."

"If the Eighth Legion still has a conscience, you are Eighth Legion last remaining conscience."

I have wronged you, child.

Shen merely sneered and gave his answer.

"First of all, you're talking about your original fate, which is the consequence of your own actions and has absolutely nothing to do with me."

"Secondly, if you dare to take advantage of me again, I promise I'll slap you."