Chapter 993: Koz's Prophecy

The sound of blood dripping on the ground was so loud that it was like a death knell for them.

"Huh~"

The sound of blowing floated in the ears of the Midnight Lord. He immediately turned the muzzle of the gun, but found that his comrade beside him had been silently disemboweled and knelt on the ground without any movement.

"Damn it!"

The cold air rushed straight to his head. He fired at the surrounding areas where enemies might hide, trying to cover up his pounding heartbeat with the roar of the grenade gun.

"Have you found the enemy?"

The attention of other Midnight Lords was attracted by the gunshots, and they joined in this panic shooting game. Koz, hiding in the shadows, did not feel ashamed of the unprofessionalism of these Midnight Lords. He would not give too much emotion to a few pieces of meat that were about to be dismembered.

The Midnight Lord still remembered the importance of alternating firing, and some soldiers covered the other soldiers who were loading bullets. Koz was also tired of their performance and slipped out from their weak point of attention.

The claws of both hands easily broke through the armor and flesh of the Midnight Lords, and the blades were chirping excitedly in the blood.

More than 40 Midnight Lords were dismembered by Curze in two seconds, and many people's torsos fell to the ground before they could even savor the feeling of cutting.

Curze stepped on the blood, holding a few hooks in his hands, slowly and ruthlessly hooked the wounds of the Midnight Lords and nailed them to the wall to feel the tearing pain.

The Midnight Lords felt pain in Curze's actions, but no one wailed, and they vaguely recognized the terrible guy in front of them through genetic feedback.

"Hiss." Curze approached a Midnight Lord and took a deep breath, "The smell on you makes me feel uncomfortable."

This sentence scared the Midnight Lord so much that he almost peed. Any Space Marine who has achieved success in terror tactics has heard of the name of Conrad Curze.

The terror methods written in the book are already so efficient that they make people's scalps numb, so what will the methods that are not written in the book by Curze be like?

They just wanted to die quickly, but they knew that begging for mercy would only make Coze more excited. Even if the pain in their bodies became more and more unbearable, they dared not breathe.

"Hahaha." Coze laughed a few times like a sunny and cheerful man, and patted the chest of the Midnight Lord hanging on the wall to comfort him as if he had met an old friend. "Don't be afraid, I just want to chat with you. I think your hands must be stained with the blood of sinners and innocents, just like me." As Coze said this, he increased the strength of his hands a little, which made his Midnight Lord almost scream in pain, and could only respond with sweat on his forehead.

"Yes. Our hands are stained with blood."

"But that's nothing. In this broken and damned world, it is impossible to keep your hands clean. I am more concerned about other issues."

"What?"

"Did you try them before the execution?"

"Trial?" The Midnight Lord answered with some doubts.

Koz's dark eyes, which still shone with a faint light, suddenly lost their luster, and a suppressed terror slowly grew in the depths of his eye sockets.

"Haha. You forgot. But it's no big deal, it's just a crime." Koz patted the helmet of the Midnight Lord with a fake smile, and then picked up the human skin book hanging on the side of his armor.

Although there was no name written, the content written in terror and blood was enough for Koz to recognize that this book copied his own works.

Koz showed this human skin book in front of the trembling Midnight Lord, and then asked seriously, "What do you think of this book?"

The Midnight Lords looked at each other, and then guessed Koz's psychology while calmly answering, "The master of terror and torture, anyone who reads the fur of this book can make fear his weapon."

The rest of the Midnight Lords also praised the human skin book, and their descriptions made Koz feel bored and irritated. These damn things didn't understand the fundamental purpose of Koz writing these books.

Then Curze began his execution. He imposed the most inhumane punishment on these Midnight Lords, so that these Midnight Lords overcame great fear in extreme pain and shouted at the crazy Curze.

Curze didn't care at all, just said to himself, "Punishment is a means to pursue justice, not an end, and not your toy."

While busy, Curze felt an inexplicable wave rising in the depths of the Bjetan Ark. He threw a muscle thread he had just torn off on the ground and covered the faceless face of the Midnight Lord with his hand.

Curze narrowed his eyes and threw the Midnight Lord into his own subspace essence with a force. The court built of torture instruments will deal with these sinful guys and show Curze a bloody list.

After a while, this place became quiet and dilapidated again, with only a strong smell of blood, but time will erase this trace. Koz hid in the shadows, heading deep into the Bietan Ark. What was going to happen next was in his prediction, except for the time.

"Speed ​​up. Speed ​​up. Speed ​​up." Koz whispered quietly in the shadows.

"I want to make a deal with you."

An inexplicable voice bloomed in the depths of Khayon's soul. Although the imperial inquisitors imposed many punishments on him, making him unable to see and run, and slowly rotting in the cell like a worm. But in order to facilitate the information from Khayon's mouth, the inquisitors still mercifully kept his tongue and ears intact. This also allowed Khayon to hear many people scolding and humiliating him in the dark. They were either fanatical priests or serious inquisitors. Sometimes Khayon would guess the appearance of the person in front of him in the dark, and this guess made Khayon very happy.

Khayon was more surprised by the voice of this soul. Did the Empire find a Grey Knight mentor to judge him?

"What deal? You don't want me to devote myself to the glory of the Emperor?" Khayon smiled. This kind of conversation was not the first time. Some priests and inquisitors would preach to Khayon, teaching that the Emperor was the only salvation for mankind.

Having experienced the Great Crusade, Khayon's understanding of the Emperor is much deeper than these ignorant mortals. He only needs to say a word to make these priests and inquisitors lose all their reason.

"I have given everything to the Emperor. Everything I do is a tribute to my loyalty to the Emperor."

"Everything you do in the name of the Emperor is a shame to him."