Sevatar

"Sir, your chocolate is ready."

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll call someone over."

"Should I send someone to deliver it to you?"

"No need, these are for the military camp."

Hearing Han Mingxuan say this, the chocolate factory owner was a little puzzled. Why were the last two batches of chocolate delivered to the military camp?

I've never heard of any team in Terra having chocolate as an item in their supplies.

But there's no need to delve into it; Space Marines ' supplies are always quite varied.

"Sir, should I call someone over?"

"No need, the person in charge of delivering the chocolates has already arrived."

Endymion turned his head and saw Sevatar.

"Uncle, what are you doing at the chocolate factory?"

"Yes, that's right. A few lads in the Legion asked me to buy them some candy. I happened to be scouting the Legion, so I figured I had nothing else to do and bought it for them."

What?!!

"Uncle, who told you to buy these for them?"

"Let me think, what should it be called again?"

"Laxus, Weiss," Endymion said.

???

It was that kid?

It seems that he smiled too much during their first meeting, making the kid think he was easy to talk to.

They really have a lot of nerve, daring to have their Uncle come all the way to the chocolate factory to buy them chocolate.

Do they really think everyone spoils them like the Boss?

They're absolutely lawless; they clearly need more training.

"Understood, Uncle. I will give the things to them."

"Alright, then I won't get involved. I'll come back on the last day of the debate."

"Oh, by the way, you two shouldn't take the exam yet."

"Uncle, are you planning to teach them yourself?"

"Yes, those two are very interesting."

Space Marines are all under mind-hypnosis; their minds are filled only with loyalty, honor, battle, and sacrifice.

It's rare to see two such vibrant Space Marines like them.

"I understand. Do I need to notify them in advance?"

"Give them a heads-up so they can prepare."

"Everyone, assemble immediately!"

As soon as Sevatar entered the military camp, his voice, infused with Psychic Power, resounded throughout the entire camp.

Of course, besides Sevatar, the other members of the Council of the Long Night also arrived.

After all, they had to meet someone who dared to order their Uncle to buy candy; it was truly a rare find.

"Reporting, sir! The Eighth Legion Corps has completed its assembly. 20,000 were expected, and 20,000 are present. Please give further instructions!"

Sevatar nodded, then gestured for everyone to put what they were carrying on the ground.

The Space Marines standing there looked at the large bags, somewhat puzzled. Could they be some new training equipment?

"The Eighth Legion is excellent, extremely good!"

"For glory, my lord!"

Glory?

That's ridiculous! Do these people think it's an honor to have the Father of Night buy chocolates?

Sevatar found that ever since he started making contact with the Primarch, he was often left speechless with exasperation.

Do you know what's in these bags?

No one spoke.

"It contains your favorite strawberry chocolates."

Strawberry chocolate?

"Please forgive my bluntness, sir, although we are criminals, we are not fond of indulging in gluttony."

"But some of you are really something. You even managed to get the Father of Night to go to the chocolate factory to buy him chocolate, strawberry flavored no less."

Thump! Thump! Boom!

Upon hearing the word "strawberry chocolate," the Heng Ha Generals of the Eighth Legion instantly felt a chill run down their spines.

What's going on?

He randomly bumped into a nobleman, who turned out to be the Father of Night?

Is Terra really that small?

"Soldiers deserted their camp without permission during training, indicating a serious lack of discipline within the Eighth Legion."

The dozen or so men standing behind Sevatar knew that the Eighth Legion was doomed when they heard him say that.

Throughout Nostramo, who, whether Reserve or a full member of the Justiciar Legion, doesn't know this?

Jago Sevatarion is a staunch supporter of the Father of Night.

Or rather, including the Primarch, they were all die-hard loyalists of the Father of Night, and Sevatar was the most radical among them.

"Who got the Father of Night to buy him the chocolates, and most importantly, he didn't pay for them?"

Didn't pay?

"If you say the training is too tough and you need some special supplies to relieve the pressure, I can understand that. After all, all sorts of needs exist within the Legion."

"But if you don't pay, how is that any different from outright robbery?"

"It seems you are indeed guilty."

"Sir, I request an appeal!"

"Interesting. It seems you've really studied hard; you know how to use the word 'appeal'."

"But you have no right to appeal until you have completed your first Law Debate!"

"Since you've read the book, you should know which category your current situation falls into. Answer me."

"Probation."

Sevatar nodded.

"Then let me ask you, what happens if someone commits another crime during probation?"

No one spoke, because they knew what the consequences would be.

"Report!"

"Speak."

"We asked the Father of Night to buy it."

Sevatar looked at the two men who had stepped forward without saying a word, waiting for them to continue.

"Laxus Dussack, Company Commander of the Eighth Legion!"

"Weiss Tum, Company Commander of the Eighth Legion!"

"So what do you want to do by standing up like this? Are you trying to tell me that you can't blame everyone for your actions?!"

"I can tell you very clearly, there are exactly 20,000 of these chocolates, and everyone in the entire Legion is an accomplice!"

"Sir, the law does not punish the masses, and besides, we are the masterminds; we bear the main responsibility!"

"I've said it before, in my system, the principle of 'the law doesn't apply to everyone'!"

Sevatar's most terrifying side has been revealed.

Everyone in the Council of the Long Night knew that during the Scouring of Hive City, Sevatar had gone through a period of confusion, but afterwards, he became the most loyal supporter of the Nine Laws of the Night Bat.

This support has reached an almost rigid level.

For him, if anyone violates the Nine Laws of the Night Bat, he will kill them, whether it's one person or a million.

Laxus and Weiss looked at the Chief Juror, their hearts trembling.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of anger and excitement.

"Report to the Jurors!"

"Spit it out."

"We challenge you to a duel!"

Pfft.

When they said that, the people behind Sevatar couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"We challenge you to a duel!"

"Haha, what a primitive way of ruling the Law! So, does anyone still want to duel?"

After saying this, Sevatar began his actions, removing his armor.

In his view, he didn't even need to wear armor to kill these so-called Space Marines.

But to the Space Marines, Sevatar's actions were nothing short of a blatant insult.

"We want to join too!"

"We're still here!"

"Your the Juror, I have a request."

"Oh?"

Sevatar looked at the current supreme commander of the Eighth Legion with curiosity.