Chapter 301 The Lord of Night Is in Full Explosion

Chapter 301 Lord of the Night·God of War…………

Gah!

Lying in the largest, best and most solid (?) room on the Cursed Echo, beneath him was a thick mat made of the best fabrics that the Night Lords could urgently search for on this ship (absolutely no strange leather! Tanned ones are not allowed! Hey! Not even hair!) (you really don’t even have a bed…oh, a lot of dissection tables put together on one, forget that one.), and under his head was a pillow made by Octavia using her own shawl and other small packages.

Mr. Conrad Ramezan Curze, who had left the bridge one hour and fifty-three minutes ago with a cool and noble figure of a powerful man who had everything under control and became a legend, and who should have fallen asleep immediately because of relaxation and fatigue, was now lying on the floor in a peaceful posture of a dead person resting in peace—two black eyes with bloodshot eyes staring at the ceiling that was dyed dark brown and dark gray by something, wide open.

Gah!

"I can't sleep here!!!!!!!"

(*What's there to be sleepless about? This place is much safer, cleaner and more comfortable than any street or cave in Nostramo. I think you're just being pretentious! Aren't you very sleepy?)

"...You are one of the least qualified people in the universe to say that others are pretentious. Okay. Besides, this place is too uncomfortable. I'm starting to get used to my bed. Is it strange that I can't sleep after getting used to my bed? - And I even went to bed without taking a shower! Ahhhh, I didn't feel anything just now because I was so nervous to hold the scene, but now I feel itchy all over again. Are there bugs crawling on the roots of your hair? ! It's time to take a shower before going to bed!"

(*I've already checked, there's no Primarch-level clean water here for you to take a thorough hot shower, and you said you'd shower and then rinse twice! You're definitely not sleepy enough.)

"I'm very sleepy, but I have to open my eyes even if I'm dead if I feel like there are bugs crawling on my body. The lack of hot water is not a reason for you and Talos to go to the ground and capture hundreds of people to bleed and take a steaming hot bath!"

(*Then why don't you send a Thunderhawk down to requisition their fresh water! It's definitely quick to let Dietrian use a plasma fusion reactor to boil some water for you.)

"That's not a freshwater lake or river , this damn place doesn't have that kind of resource. That's the only source of rations for everyone down there, recycled water from the hydroponic farm!"

(*Touching hypocrisy, considering that you are using the identity of a primarch, it's even worthy of praise, so why don't you send someone to check on the cruiser you just captured. (A sneer) The poor guys trained by Guilliman with his rigid and hypocritical doctrine have nothing else, but 99% of them will bring their ammunition, food and fresh water in the prescribed amount. Since they only fought one round, they must have a lot of resources.)

"...Ah, this...is it...?"

(*You led the hunting group to victory You have forgotten that the victor can enslave others and plunder everything from the other side at will, right? It seems that you are indeed too well protected and too well fed, never hungry, and never pushed to the end of the road, so that you have not engraved this habit of eating and destroying the prey as quickly as possible anytime and anywhere. )

Koz's voice sounded subconsciously happy and confident. Obviously, there is a Primarch here who is proud because he can finally teach a arrogant cuckoo-occupier a lesson without being humiliated, but he has no idea that he has begun to take over the work of worrying for others.

Ramizarn seemed to be hesitant to speak, "I can't say that... I think... But forget it, let's not talk about this for now, then I will..."

(*But you finally remembered to assign the task to Talos and Malcharion, now go with them to get what you want, what are you waiting for?)

"Okay, okay, you are right, I will go now."

(*Humph, of course, I am right.)

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Lufricus still remembers the moment when he led the 11th Company's blades to the first batch of Terra Palace walls.

The former captain of the 11th Company, now the leader of the Eye of Weeping Blood Raptor Cult, has not forgotten those glories or the past.

But year after year, the life in the Eye of Terror and the erosion of the warp flight made him and his brothers even lose the ability to stand and walk on two feet. A "Midnight Lord" who crawls on all fours, has deformed claws, and has a narrow skull and a sharp-toothed beast mouth that makes human speech unclear is obviously not qualified to brag about these things with others.

But deep down, do he and his Blood Eye Raptors really not care at all?

Obviously not.

Specifically, Lufricks never took off his helmet in front of people, and he was determined not to take off his power armor before the sacrifice ceremony this time.

Although all of them, who were personally selected by the Night Lord, knew when they were brought to the Navigator's throne and tied up with restraints that in this victory planned by the Night Lord himself, the time had come to sacrifice and offer their blood to their master, which was not an uncommon event in the actions of the Eye of Terror - but Lufricks was surprised to find that although he didn't want to die at all, he still breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and surprisingly accepted his fate calmly.

——After all, even if the Eighth Legion can be unified and reorganized under the night, the "people" who have been corrupted by the energy of the Supreme Sky to the point where they no longer even have a basic human form still want to continue to serve the noble Lord of the Night. , it is indeed not appropriate. Lou Frix even felt his two hearts twitching together when he thought about the hatred that their genetic father might show towards him -

Cruel battles, hunting, and flesh and blood can fill the belly, but they cannot fill the insatiable emptiness in the soul.

Endless hunger and thirst gape like an abyss in front of their destiny, hungry and eager to feed on their reason.

My Lord, it’s better to end it like this...

But just when he ordered the other Blood Eyes to give up resistance and prepare to dedicate their souls and strength to the victory before the Gene Father was crowned again——

"Goo! Ciel! No! You can't-! Goo!"

"Be honest, Lufrix, don't force me to use violence." Their warband champion, the invincible Charr, skillfully stepped on one foot, and then began to peel off the blood-eyed leader's power armor, while the others were The restrained raptors also struggled fiercely when they saw this situation, but their thruster backpacks had been removed in advance, and the struggle without wings only made a lot of noise.

"Serion! Come and help me before you tie yourself up! Otherwise, it will be too late."

"No problem." The Midnight Lord's adjutant, who had already taken off the Crying Lightning helmet, came over. "I've been curious about what's inside their armor for a long time..."

"Father doesn't allow us to videotape or record in any form." There was a hint of warning in Charles's voice.

"Of course, of course, oh... the blood of the false emperor is on top, he is even more alienated than I thought..."

Before Lufrix was knocked unconscious by the subsequent soul siphons that drained the power of the highest heaven from his body, he sincerely regretted why he didn't bring the Blood Eyes with him when he discovered that Selion's faith had been eroded and changed. Just disembowel him.