Nightfall

"What are you waiting for? Or is it that, as a former ally of the Heresy faction, you can't bring yourself to kill them?"

The Night Haunter stood still, a playful smile on his lips, which puzzled Corvus.

He now believes that the Night Haunter has suddenly become soft on his former ally.

"Then take a look at this first, Corvus."

The Night Haunter's Psychic Power gradually spread, encompassing Corvus and Sevatar, and now the two are seeing the scene as seen through the Night Haunter's eyes.

At that moment Khârn before him.

However, the other Khârn's Power Armour still featured the unique paint scheme of the World Eaters.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, and he was holding two axes. He just stood there quietly watching the traitor.

"Is this an illusion?"

"This is his fear, Corvus; you can understand it as his Inner Daemon."

"Do Chaos Space Marines have such things?"

Corvus had rarely heard of Chaos Space Marines having Inner Daemon, because, to humans, they were demons in themselves.

"Yes, Corvus, they still have their biggest fears."

"You have to remember, those four guys in the Warp: one is a cunning Schemer, one is a hedonistic drug addict, one is a cowardly Bloodletter filled with rage, and the other is a fat old man who hates death and is unhygienic."

Corvus didn't speak; he simply stared silently at the Night Haunter.

Why are you staring at me like that?

"To be honest, Night Haunter, did you meet the Khan before you were reborn?"

Why do you say that?

"Because your current speaking style is very similar to his; both of you are very formal and don't speak your mind directly."

"Then you can try saying those four guys' names out loud."

"..."

Corvus didn't say anything more; he just looked at Khârn standing there.

"Let's go, Corvus, there's no need to look at the rest."

"You're not planning to kill him?"

"We can't kill him now; we'll have to wait for Father to make a move."

At the very least, only Khârn's father could kill the master behind him.

Khârn regained control of his body only after the three-man squad left.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red sky appeared behind Khârn.

"Great Blood God, I have failed."

There was no response from the blood-red sky; it simply took Khârn away.

Because Khorne knew very well that, for the time being, there was very little they could do before the crucial moment arrived.

Don't assume that only the Accursed is sitting on the Golden Throne casting a spell.

The four of them are not having an easy time either. Without the blessing of fate, it would be difficult for them to interfere with the current Night Haunter.

It's not that the Night Haunter, a Lesser God, is stronger than them, but rather because of another kind of power he carries.

That power was directly bound to his soul; to be precise, that power grew from his soul.

It's as if he was born alongside his soul.

That power was poison to them.

Because that's something they once abandoned.

Besides that, there is another very important reason, which is that a guy with a similar aura to the Lord of Changes suddenly appeared decades ago.

But that guy carried something that the Lord of Changes had once abandoned, and he beat all four of them up.

This has made their already precarious injuries even worse.

So what they need to do now is not to eliminate these two Lesser Gods and their lackeys.

What they need to do is wait for the right moment to arrive, and then use the power of fate to maximize their own interests.

Before that, they need to plan.

Just like they planned the Siege of Terra ten thousand years ago.

This time, however, their plan wasn't set in Terra, but in Cadia.

On the Night Haunter's spaceship, Corvus would occasionally glance at the Night Haunter.

There was a time when he regarded the Night Haunter as his opposite, constantly reminding himself of this.

But now, looking at the Night Haunter, Corvus felt a sense of absurdity.

The reborn Night Haunter can be described as a normal person, or more accurately, as an outstanding person.

Corvus felt once again that he was absolutely crazy.

"You've been staring at me like that, is there something you want to ask?"

Can you tell me about your story before you were reborn?

"What? You're not afraid this is the Warp's Corruption anymore?"

"I hope what you're talking about is the Corruption of the Warp, otherwise I've truly gone mad."

"Alright, I'll tell you about my rebirth."

"In reality, my rebirth only took a few decades. Before that, I endured ten thousand years of torment from the Corpse Emperor."

"Fortunately, fate was on my side. Maybe it had been tormenting me for so long, and then suddenly decided to give me a chance. It's a real son of a bitch."

"And so, I was given a second chance at life, and I stayed by my father's side for over thirty years."

"Horus said the same thing as you," Corvus suddenly recalled some unpleasant memories.

"Don't be ridiculous. Horus was found 18 years after Russ return. The so-called 30 years and such is all fabricated by him."

"I'm different. My father adopted me when he was twenty-six, and I've watched him grow from a vigorous young man into a middle-aged man with graying temples."

Corvus nodded.

"Your explanation is so detailed; it certainly seems more credible than Horus's account."

The Night Haunter said nothing; he simply smiled and continued recounting the story of those thirty-odd years.

He recounted his memories of the past few decades in great detail, but the Night Haunter played a little trick by replacing the protagonist.

But whether Konrad Curze was replaced or not, only he himself knows.

"It sounds like you've had a very fulfilling few decades," Corvus said.

"Yes, it was very fulfilling. Those decades gave me a second life."

Now you can explain why you always have that scholarly air about you.

After much thought, Corvus came up with a term from the Literary Pivot of Splendid Chapters to describe the current Night Haunter.

"Scholarly air? Haha, your description is very accurate, my brother."

As for whether Corvus's description would make the Night Haunter feel a little guilty, that certainly wouldn't happen.

After all, no one is going to expose his past these days.

As for what will happen in a few decades, who knows? By then, Corvus will have long since changed his opinion of himself.

Even if Curze really comes, it's a matter of each side having their own version of events.

He refused to believe he could lose on his home turf.

As the saying goes, no child cries every day, and no gambler loses every day.

"Father, it seems we've reached the end of our journey."

"Oh?"

The Night Haunter found Sevatar's report somewhat strange, but his doubts were dispelled when he saw what was on the spaceship's monitor.

"We searched high and low without finding it, but then it came to us without any effort at all. We never expected to run into the Nightfall like this."

"Sevatar!"

"Exist!"

"Charge it, prepare to board. Next, we need to thoroughly disinfect the entire Nightfall."

"Make that tattooed worm pay the price it deserves!"

"Clear!"

At this very moment, the Tattoo-faced Earl, who occupies the Nightfall, is still spouting nonsense.

"Damn it! Those cowardly Warp Daemon, what Resurrection Night Haunter? Night Haunter are long dead!"

"Now, the Night Lords welcomes the reign of me, Tattoo-faced Earl, Jando Sclavek!"