As a Chaos Space Marine who became the Midnight Lord long after the Great Rebellion, Sezel often wondered whether past predecessors would have the same feeling when they walked on this Queen of Glory, once called Nightfall, and whether their already-dead Primrose would stare at the lives on every ship as they are now...
But after thinking for a brief moment, he immediately conquered his consciousness. Here the Primarch is a taboo. The master did not like the Primarch, and he did not like to hear that name. Any reference to the Primarch in the past was torn apart by it and pulled out the soul and tied it to the hull.
So there is a saying that everyone knows, but no one dares to say-
It hates its own primros.
Walking in the dark cabin, there are traces of ships being destroyed in some structures and internal structures everywhere. Rows of pointed fangs solidify in the porch, twisted beams and aisles, sharp claws and demons' faces frozen on the hull, and the room with ribs and flesh growing out of flesh seems to be the belly of some kind of hell beast. Some small demons are still wandering in the dark corridors, and the abominable things are waiting in the shadows, spreading madness at any time.
The Nightmare is never a safe place. Even the mutants who have lived here for generations dare to move in less than 10% of its limited area, because 70% of this ship is a complete unknown area, and even Czezel is the same. The Nightmare is not just a ship, but also a terrifying maze. Czezel has heard from some war gang predecessors that the ship built a huge maze inside when it was built, which is the "gift" of a brother of the Primarch. Their former Primarch likes to throw prey into the maze and enjoy their despair and confusion. Perhaps there are still poor worms thrown in ten thousand years ago looking for a way out.
In addition to the maze, another major threat is the demon. This is not surprising. When the Nightmare was "dragged" into the sub-space, it was inevitably polluted. It completely became a demon warship, and a large number of demons were naturally breeding inside. They may not be powerful, at least for Sezel, but it is very deadly for mutants and slaves. They can only hold together to keep warm, or use crude totems and worship of the four gods to protect themselves.
As he walked through a huge hall, Sezel glanced at the diagonally above.
Countless chains hang down from the ceiling like tentacles, making him feel like he is walking in the jungle. Among these chains, there are many corpses hanging, many of which have weathered into bones, but through the power armor on their bodies, they can vaguely identify their past identities, from legion to war teams, all identities and origins, as well as many semi-rotten and fresh ones. His master likes to hang the corpses up.
Some people say that this is a clumsy imitation of the Primrose, but soon that person appeared on it, and since then this has become a taboo.
Perhaps his master did have a complicated view of the Primrose. Although he hated him so much, he imitated him from all aspects. Whether he was inferior or arrogant, Sezer could only complain about it occasionally.
Finally, he arrived at his destination, a temple, a cemetery, or a castle.
Here you can see shrines and totems dedicated to the dark gods, and the blood of sacrifice dyed them red. The flames of the rituals charred the ground. The stones that make up the surrounding walls are already full of cracks and are very ancient. It is the power of darkness and the scabs of sub-space that put them together.
Under the gate and pillars, the master's guards were wearing dark blue Terminator armor covered with spikes, covered with human skin, strung behind, pale skeletons hanging on their waists, and long chain saws and swords with explosive bombs. Some people had sharp horns on their helmets, and their helmets were also shaped into beast-like faces.
They were called Kentka, who were said to be elite soldiers of the former legion, but Sezel heard that they were just "bad imitations". The real Kentkars had long been scattered, and no one was willing to follow their master. However, out of a strong sense of self-esteem, his master still formed his own "Kentka". Although their armor seemed to be patchwork, they all had all kinds of models, from Iron Cavalry to Indomitable Type, and even the underworld and Indomitable Stitching Type.
As for how good the combat effectiveness of these people is, Sezel is hard to say, but arrogance is absolutely arrogant enough. He always likes to wait until others are about to finish the fight before they go up to harvest. After that, he also mocks other people who work hard to fight as garbage and take away most of the slaves and spoils. It is a group of things that are not ruthless but have a big voice, so in private, everyone else in the fight will call them "stitch the dog".
In addition to these Kentcards, there were some other warriors in the hall, all wearing faded dark blue lightning-patterned armor, but the logo of the former legion has been erased, and only the bright bat skeleton emblem still reminds everyone of their identities.
They are the Lord of Midnight, the Son of Night, and the Eternal Nightmare of the Empire!
As he stopped, a human skin curtain more than 30 meters high and hundreds of meters wide slowly pulled open left and right, revealing a throne composed of sharp white bones and steel, and a demon prince, who was like a monster, sat upright on it.
It was wearing a twisted tactical fearless armor, with a winged skeleton logo on its chest. The dark blue armor wrapped around it and bulged like flesh and blood, embedded in the demonic red flesh and twisted muscles. The tall creature wore a crown made of horns, and its face was long and thin, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time. The helmet grille, which became part of its nose, exhaled from time to time. A pair of demon wings converged behind it. Its right arm also had a huge power glove, and the two muzzles on the back of its hand were emitting hellish light.
"My Lord, the great Earl of Pattern."
Sezel knelt on one knee, lowered his head deeply, and acted extremely humble.
“I brought the information you need.”
"Oh? Then..."
The Earl of the Patterned Earl leaned forward slightly, and an urgent sound was made in her mouth.
"Tell me."
"The Shadow Ghost War Gang was indeed destroyed, but it was not the imperial people who destroyed them, but another force hidden in the vortex. They seemed to have a grudge against the Red Pirates. Ulan Huda was most likely discovered by them."
After a moment of silence, the Earl of Patterned Spit out that name.
"Supreme... Fan Zhuode, are you really not dead... What a stinky and hard dog, just hiding under the nose of the Red Pirate, it's so dark under the light."
Then the Demon Prince nodded.
"This is reasonable, this is reasonable, and it is consistent with the divination saying that the 'return of the dead', so... where did Ulanhuda and the others hide?"
"The information I've received at the moment is that the Storm Field is an unmarked edge galaxy, but because it's too remote, it can't get more information."
"No need to check, Fan Zhuod's dead mouse will run away once it smells."
The Earl of the Patterned Earl slowly stood up.
Chapter completed!