Master of the Claws

Upon entering the exhibition hall, the Night Haunter saw living creatures.

He could only describe it as a living creature.

Because these things are suspended in mid-air like pork, they have no skin, and their blood vessels and muscles are exposed, yet they are not dead.

Its body was covered in tentacles and extra eyes.

Clearly, this is a torturous contraption developed by the Tattoo-faced Earl using Warp magic.

"Alright, we've gathered enough evidence against him. We should go now."

The Night Haunter merely watched these things coldly.

Before leaving the exhibition hall, he used his Psychic Powers to kill these creatures.

The era of the Eighth Legion's torment is over. The reborn Eighth Legion will use the Law as its weapon to punish all injustices.

The Night Haunter, Sevatar, and Corvus were all in that secret room on the Nightfall.

"Nightfall, your master has returned."

After saying this, the Night Haunter sat down at the table and quietly waited for the right moment.

Meanwhile, in the Flagship's main control room, the Tattoo-faced Earl was even more convinced that he was the rightful leader of the Eighth Legion.

Because they were about to reach the Planet where Sahar was located, as mentioned in the message.

The Tattoo-faced Earl could sense that the Nightfall was excited.

"Indeed, I am indeed the sole heir of the Eighth Legion! Do you see it, my servants? Do you see it, Empyrean? The Nightfall is also responding to my success!"

The Eighth Legion Space Marines, who had initially harbored ill intentions, gradually abandoned their plans after seeing the Nightfall's reaction.

Previously, they followed the Tattoo-faced Earl more out of fear of his methods and power, but now they react to the sight of this Flagship.

They began to seriously consider that facial tattoos might truly be the sole heir to the Eighth Legion.

"Owner!"

Boom!

A Night Lords, possessed by Warp Daemon, was about to curry favor with Jando when he was unexpectedly reduced to a bloody mist by him.

"Long live the Legion Master!"

After a brief silence in the control room, the following slogan erupted.

Listening to this short but powerful slogan, Jando was lost in his own fantasy.

Finally!

At this moment, he finally became the Legion of the Eighth Legion.

But that's not enough, far from enough. He doesn't want to be the Lord of the Legion, he wants to be the Night Haunter!

Perhaps he had never thought of this before.

But the response the Nightfall gave him today only fueled his ambition, making him even more reckless.

He knew that the day he would become the Night Haunter was fast approaching, very soon.

The moment he receives the Crown of Night, he will be truly crowned, becoming the Night Haunter, and he will replace his former father.

Inside the secret chamber of the Nightfall, Corvus couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What's wrong, Corvus?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that your Scions have become like clowns since they joined Chaos."

The Night Haunter did not respond to the Raven Lord's sarcastic remarks.

He knew that the arrogant and presumptuous Earl with the tattoos wouldn't live past tonight.

At the edge of the Eye of Terror, at the boundary with the Realspace, Hive World neither the Imperium nor the empire has the capacity to govern.

In the lower levels of this Hive City, there exists a strange gang.

They call themselves Punishment Tribunal.

The gang the Boss was a giant, at least to the Underhive; he was definitely a giant.

This is the boundary between the Eye of Terror and the Realspace, a no-man's-land.

Neither the Orks nor the Tyranids necessarily come here.

So far, the tallest and largest person these Underhive hunters have seen is a genetically modified warrior, which is, of course, a defective product of the failed gamble by the masters of the Upper Hive.

Even Ogryn is rarely seen, after all, in such a godforsaken place, Ogryn is a capital-intensive enterprise.

However, this giant's deterrent effect was very limited because he was missing an arm and could only use a inferior mechanical arm as a substitute.

Even so, no one in the entire Underhive dared to cause him trouble.

The Punishment Tribunal isn't just about that one big guy.

And he was none other than the Master of the Claws had always kept the Crown of Night.

Zo Sahar.

Sahar is living a pretty comfortable life now.

He has brothers by his side, and a woman who has shared life and death with him.

After the Crown of Night was stolen several times, he pursued the Aeldari to this place and found the Crown of Night, but then he disappeared from the universe.

As Terra veteran, although he possesses some of his Gene-Father's abilities and memories due to the implanted Gene-seed, he knows that the Eighth Legion is dead.

Since the death of the Gene-Father, the entire Eighth Legion has become a group of monstrous beings with numerous factions, each acting independently, and driven only by power and Desire.

Once upon a time, he wanted to rely on the Crown of Night and his father's entrustment to reunite the Eighth Legion.

But he later discovered that unless his father Resurrection, no one could command the Eighth Legion, not even Sevatar.

Because the Eighth Legion was short-handed.

Compared to the Primarch era, there isn't a single decent person here anymore.

Even now, he only has two brothers by his side.

Valier, a former First Claw veteran.

Similarly, he is also an Apothecary.

The other brother was trained by Valier and was Talos's successor.

Decimus.

"Brothers, I have a premonition."

Upon hearing Decimus's words, the two looked at him.

"You saw a future scenario?"

"I'm not sure if what I'm seeing is the future or a hallucination."

"How so?" Sahar asked.

"I saw my father, and I also saw the tattoo."

Upon hearing Decimus's words, the two relaxed.

Although Decimus inherited Talos's abilities and was no longer tormented by Prophecy, it was normal to occasionally experience hallucinations in this world on the edge of the Eye of Terror.

It would be abnormal if there were no special circumstances.

"No, perhaps it's not a hallucination."

Is it not a hallucination?

"Are you sure?" Valier asked.

"Confirmed, because some of our remaining methods detected something that shouldn't have been there."

"What is it?" Valier asked.

"Nightfall."

"That's impossible!"

Sahar could neither believe nor agree with the conclusion presented by Decimus.

Why is the Nightfall here?

"As far as I know, the Nightfall has changed hands several times. The last time I heard news of the Flagship was when it was under the command of the Flagship Officer, Sandamel."

Why is it here now?

"Perhaps the scenario that Decimus Prophecy is correct, Sahar."

"It's that tattooed bastard again!"

That bastard who truly tore the Legion apart and plunged most of the Eighth Legion's brothers into Chaos.

"Do you think it's possible that he discovered us?" Decimus said.

"I think it's highly likely. Otherwise, given the Tattoo-faced Earl's personality, he wouldn't have come here without a reason. He must have heard something."

"So, are we going to kill him now?" Decimus asked.

"No, young brother, we must leave now, before that tattooed bastard arrives."

Nowadays, the Eighth Legion has either defected to the enemy or formed a war gang; there's little hope left.

Moreover, he always wore the Crown of Night. If the Tattooed One really came here, then the only purpose of the Tattooed One and his group was the Crown of Night.

"We can't leave," Decimus said.

"What's the meaning?"

"Lie down!"

Decimus didn't answer Sahar's question; he simply tackled him to the ground.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the entire Hive City began to shake.

Then, an unexpected Psychic Power storm suddenly erupted.

They didn't know why such a violent Psychic Power storm had suddenly erupted on the Planet.

There's only one possible guess.

It was the Tattoo-faced Earl who did it!

As they left the gang's stronghold, they saw a crimson sky.

"Someone is attacking the Hive City!"