The Tattoo-faced Earl

"Sir, where do we go next?"

"Next, we need to find the Crown of Night!"

For the Tattoo-faced Earl, now that he possesses the Nightfall, all that remains is to find the Crown of Night, and he will be the sole legitimate leader of the entire Eighth Legion!

Since the death of the Night Haunter, the Nightfall has changed hands several times, but with the blessing of Chaos power, it has returned to the hands of the Nightfall Tattoo-faced Earl.

Since the death of the Night Haunter, the Nightfall has been repeatedly gained and lost, and then regained.

When the Tattoo-faced Earl regained control of the Nightfall and effectively took it over, he knew he would be the sole rightful ruler of the Eighth Legion.

He will inherit everything from the Night Haunter.

But inheriting all of this was not a gift or reward from the Night Haunter, but rather a power from the Warp.

From this point, the Tattoo-faced Earl reaffirmed an idea in his mind.

His decision to embrace Chaos was the right one.

But for this ambitious man, simply possessing the Nightfall was not enough.

Next, he needs to find the Crown of Night.

Only by finding the Crown of Night can his legitimacy be truly established.

Now, he's going to find that bastard who stole his power.

The traitors and ambitious figures of that Legion.

Zo Sahar.

Sahar was once in charge of the Crown of Night; that Terra veteran was a Master of the Claws.

In terms of individual combat ability, he is definitely stronger than the Tattoo-faced Earl.

However, the Tattoo-faced Earl recently received news.

This former Master of the Claws now only has one intact arm left.

And most importantly, he has a weakness.

He also had a burden with him, an ordinary Mortals.

For the Tattoo-faced Earl count, this was his chance, a golden opportunity!

The Great Empyrean has given him instructions: he must now go to that place to kill Sahar and reclaim the Crown of Night.

At that time, he will be crowned on the Nightfall.

His servants and the Empyrean will witness his true right to inherit the Eighth Legion!

The cowardly Daemon in the Warp spread rumors that the Night Haunter had been Resurrection.

The Tattoo-faced Earl never believed it was true.

That dead rat from Nostramo died ten thousand years ago!

The connection between genes and soul is unmistakable.

As for the Night Haunter's Resurrection as claimed by those Warp Daemons, it's nothing but the absurd talk of a bunch of rats.

Boom!

Just as the Tattoo-faced Earl was envisioning the future, a sudden, violent explosion rang out.

"Damn it, who is it! Who dares to attack the Eighth Legion Commander's vehicle!"

"Reporting, sir, it looks like spaceship wreckage."

Spaceship wreckage?

That's true, the Warp has no shortage of this kind of thing.

This was of no importance to the Tattoo-faced Earl; finding the Crown of Night was of paramount importance.

Unbeknownst to the Tattoo-faced Earl after the explosion, the Night Haunter had already arrived on the Nightfall with two other people.

"Father, why don't we wipe out all those guys now?"

"No rush, Sevatar. Just now, a name appeared in my Prophecy: Zo Sahar."

"If I'm not mistaken, then this Master of the Claws's whereabouts are most likely related to facial tattoos. Now, what we need to do is wait for the right opportunity."

"Corvus, the surveillance mission on the Nightfall is now yours. Sevatar and I have other things to take care of."

"Good."

Corvus vanished into the shadows, unseen by anyone, while the Night Haunter led Sevatar to a secret chamber known only to himself.

"That arrogant bastard, the Tattoo-faced Earl, thinks that just because he's taken over the Nightfall, everything is his."

Following the Night Haunter into the secret chamber, Sevatar couldn't help but mock the traitor.

As the Company Commander of the First Company and the eldest son of the Night Haunter, Sevatar knew very well that there were many secrets on this spaceship that only he and the Night Haunter knew.

That traitor, the Tattoo-faced Earl, he only got a shell.

There was only a stone throne in the secret chamber.

The Night Haunter stood before the throne, reaching out to stroke it.

"Father, please take a seat."

The Night Haunter simply shook his head upon hearing this, and then with a gentle exertion, the throne turned to dust.

"Father, what are you doing?"

"The reborn Eighth Legion doesn't need this throne."

As the Night Haunter spoke, he moved his hands, and a round table appeared in front of him.

This round table is the table used by the Inquisitors.

As he was about to return, he went to the courthouse.

At that time, he discovered that the table was old and in need of repair, so he replaced it with the old one.

Right now, all I need is a secondhand table in my secret room.

"Please take a seat, Sevatar," said the Night Haunter, sitting in the lower seat.

Sevatar saw the empty main seat, but he didn't ask who it was for. He knew it was reserved for the Father of Night, the creator of the Evernight Code Night.

"Father, it was my fault regarding the Crown of Night."

"It's not your fault, Sevatar. Besides, times have changed. I've been reborn, and the Crown of Night is no longer important."

The Crown of Night is unimportant.

This was the first time Sevatar had heard the Night Haunter say such a thing.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; his own father, the commander of the Eighth Legion, was standing right there.

Wherever the Night Haunter are, that's where the Eighth Legion will be; it won't be defined by a throne or a crown.

The Lord of Crown of Night of the Night Haunter.

When he first met Curze, he used his Psychic Powers to create a crown, intending to entrust everything to him, but Koz didn't even consider it.

Later, when he spent more time with his father, even though he couldn't show up often, he gradually realized that his Crown of Night was indeed not important.

"Let's go, Sevatar. Before we try that bastard Jando, we need to find evidence against him."

"His disobedience and betrayal of you are the evidence of his crimes, Father."

"That's not enough; this one alone is far from sufficient."

As they spoke, the Night Haunter and the Prince of Crows transformed into shadows and began to traverse the Nightfall.

Everywhere they went, all they saw was blood and dismembered limbs.

However, the Night Haunter knew that this was not enough.

Soon, guided by his Psychic Powers, the two arrived at an exhibition hall.

This place was once the Glory Museum of the Eighth Legion.

But now, when they entered the exhibition hall, they found that everything had changed.

"That damned bastard Jando!" The Prince of Crows's eyes turned bloodshot at the sight of this scene in the exhibition hall.

The glory gained in bygone eras has now been cast aside in the far corner of the exhibition hall, left to be covered by filth, blood, and decaying flesh.

The display shelves, which should have showcased glory, were instead filled with various specimens.

Whether they are human, Xenos, or Space Marines from other factions.

Of course, besides all that, they felt something was off when they entered the exhibition hall.

Because what they were standing on wasn't the steel floor of Flagship, but the tissues of a human body.

Furthermore, the invasion and corruption by the evil forces of the Warp have turned what was once a glorious exhibition hall into a horrifying and filthy living organ!

"It seems your sons have inherited your excellent skills," came Corvus' voice from the shadows.

"Since my death, they've forgotten that fear is a means, not an end, and that traitor Jando, who served Chaos, is even worse."

"This is only the first floor. Aren't you going in to take a look?"

"Corvus, what did you see inside?"

"Go inside and see for yourself; you'll be amazed."