Khasatus, an important agricultural world in the grief galaxy.
But unlike the highly specialized agricultural world dominated by general mechanical sects, Khasatus also has the function of part of the garden world. It maintains a large number of pastoral small pieces of agricultural land and aristocratic manors, and on it is only self-cultivated farmers who use simple mechanical farming. On the one hand, it is used as the "experience" of life for some nobles of the Cundu, and on the other hand, it is the retirement grounds of some retired officers who do not want to return to Cundu.
Therefore, although Kosatus has cities, it is not a three-dimensional city like Cundu, but a graphic city closer to the classical style. The city is not only clean and tidy, but also has very complete public services and transportation. The buildings are mostly made of ancient brick and tile buildings and various castle towers. The commercial street is decorated with a large number of neon lights, and the suburbs are large lush forests and farmlands, windmills and grasslands.
To be lucky enough to be born in such a world, in a sense, it has surpassed 99% of the imperial people.
But on this day, the tranquility of this world was broken.
The horrible midnight is coming!
A strange warship suddenly appeared near Khasatus. It did not jump through subspace, and would be discovered by the Imperial Navy's monitoring station. In fact, it disguised itself with a shadow-like witchcraft.
It was like a sly predator, avoiding all the possible appearances of the Navy Patrol, cutting the curtain like a jagged knife.
The cruiser's hull is blue, but deep enough to be almost black, without any signs of decoration or loyalty, with only a pale skull with blood-colored lightning patterns on it.
On some level, it is almost a physical shadow, just like its crew.
Alvarez looked at the world waiting to be harvested not far away from the observation window. The flashing holographic report covered his dim facial features in the network of light and shadow, while his eyes were unchanged black spheres. While staring intently, he assessed the prospects of this harvest in his heart.
The harvest from that world before filled their decks, and those slaves were harvests they might not have even had for wandering elsewhere for years, and it was easy to take here.
The Great Vortex is a good place, but unfortunately it was occupied by weak people like the Red Pirates.
"Master, the night ceremony is ready."
These words were hissing with the dissonant echoes, and Alvarez frowned and turned to what was wandering beside the bridge commanding throne, a Chaos Wizard, the guy making the sound.
The throne sat upright in a huge shadow, and no one could see clearly what it was, but the fear and cruelty it brought enveloped everyone on the bridge, including those mutated raptors who squatted high and occasionally licked their claws as if they had completely degenerated into beasts.
Alvarez is a new blood and the only person who is currently called "normal" in the War Gang, so he is responsible for most of his daily work, organization and logistics, and his masters and brothers are only intoxicated by killing.
It probably won't take long before he will become the same as them.
Looking around, it is not so much a bridge, but a slaughterhouse. Hundreds of skinned bodies were penetrated by iron hooks and hung on the ceiling with chains. They were all women. Because the cut eyelids were worthy of the pale eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, each of them was still alive, and the intermittent groans of pain formed a strange noise, and the part on their chest was violently cut off.
His master was once attacked by the pseudo-imperial nun and was almost exiled to the sub-space. From then on, the monster hated women particularly.
The cut parts of the women were placed in the tray next to its throne, like bloody desserts, occasionally being swept into the invisible mouth by the long tongues stretching out from the shadows, and making pleasant laughs during a chewing.
Alvarez only started serving a century ago and he has been looking at it as an outsider, but it still makes him feel sick and makes him recall something before he became the midnight lord...
He likes to read some classic stories left by the Legion of the Past. The heroes described in the desperate expedition deeply attracted him, the primordial body of fear, the invincible Crow Prince, and the Night Bat Council that determined the fate of the Legion of the Past...
Although they could not be called unity at that time, their lives had at least one goal, rather than just floating around in the vast galaxy like now, like a ball of residue.
The Red Pirates are the weak, but at least they know what they are going to do.
Alvarez could not imagine the second way except to become a raptor who was trapped in subspace like his brothers.
Although his master claimed to possess the legacy of the Eighth Legion, its manners told everyone that it had long been a member of the subspace, that the shadow of darkness completely obscured its form, and that it lacked anything that could be recognized as a man.
For example, the soul...
“Those sad death watches think it’s a trap.”
A mockery sounded in the shadows.
"But this will be their own trap."
Alvarez's attention had returned to the holographic screen. After a while, the wizard beside his master floated away, and then the shadow spread across the bridge.
"Let the hunt begin!"
Soon, with the ritual of the wizard and the large amount of blood being dedicated to the subspace, shadows from the invisible realm began to spread in the sky of Khasatus.
The Stars fainted, murmured with claws and blood. The planet's communication was cut off, and no one knew what was going on, but the poor guard on the planet was quickly mobilized and concentrated in the city.
When the stars are completely blocked, midnight comes.
Alvarez had left the bridge and came into an assault cabin, with his armored brother, who could feel the uneasiness of the ship, and read its emotions in every nuance of the flight: the unstable pulse of the thruster, the drowsiness of the stabilizer, and even the flashing of the lights...
The ancient souls were very uneasy, just like they did every time they hunted, which was a vigilant beast, but Alvarez had confidence in it.
Yes, Alvarez is not just a midnight lord, he is also a technical sergeant. As the only technical sergeant in this war gang, his last man died in a repair accident and was still an apprentice.
But Alvarez knew very well that his mentor did not die unexpectedly, that it was a murder, from his master who was increasingly distrustful of his mentor.
It was a fickle creature, and when it thought something might threaten itself, killing would follow.
Alvarez took over this position, which means that he was not too far from death. At least he could no longer stay on the ship and had to follow Zhan and help others to fight on the ground.
In the dim assault cabin, Alvarez's eyes were hidden under his helmet, and the robotic arm on the power backpack was gently swinging back and forth to do the final debugging. There were three Thunder Eagles in the Battle Gang. Unfortunately, one of them was temporarily unusable due to improper use, and the remaining two were unable to load everyone. Therefore, the Thunder Eagles with higher status and the Lower Status with lower status sat in the Assault cabin.
Chapter completed!