Chapter 283 How Could There Be Such a Kind and Noble Person?

Before the old regent in the Temple City received the contact from the Eastern Communication Tower No. 12, Ramizane had already chatted with the poor and innocent young technician Reval Med in the body of Konrad Curze, and turned the little inventory in his brain upside down.

Including but not limited to the life experience of his family for three generations, the pitiful gossip of the neighbors, some details of this settlement, all the defense measures, and the earliest origins of these unfortunate imperial residents.

And the group of night lords gathered on the surface of Tessaguassa - well, it is hard to say whether they were holding their breath and listening to every word of their lost and recovered original body and chewing it over and over again, or reshaping all their common sense and three views again and again in order to keep up with the father of genes who was changing every second.

In short, when the eastern communication link was officially connected and the observation tower of the former state religion pilgrim ship that served as the so-called regent's office and residence on the planet was sounded with difficulty, Ramizane felt that he had some confidence and began to use his poor social phobia fooling skills to try to convince the old man.

——After all, when you have the experience of sitting in the workshop of the Primarch of the Iron Blood and immediately fooling the Iron Warriors of a ship and a planet in your resume, it will not be so difficult to fool a lord of a lost colonial settlement.

As for the Midnight Lords? Well, seeing that they didn't react, it shouldn't be a big deal, after all, the Iron Warriors were also... also... pretty easy to talk to? (*Some kind of mocking laughter and sneer, the descendants of the dark night are not Perturabo's bulky iron blocks!)

So after a conversation that was all true but had been slightly edited and processed with harmless rhetoric.

"...Oh, yes, I think I'd be happy to come to the Temple City to talk to you in detail. Then, we'll be there later, Mr. Regent." (*Oh, yes, you shameless thief, I never thought I would hear such rhetoric from Mr. So-and-so from my own mouth!)

"I will be honored to treat you with the best wine in my wine cellar, Lord Curze, and look forward to our meeting." (*Midnight Ghost is my name.)

The increasingly noisy communicator was turned on with a click. The local technician who was carefully guarding beside him looked at the increasingly dark horizon. His companion was looking at him anxiously in the off-road vehicle in the distance. "The wind is going to get stronger, sir, we should go back to the city first to avoid the storm and freezing rain."

His obscure eyes swept across the other party's pale and tough skin that had been exposed to the sharp sandstorm for a long time, and they were as tenacious as marble sculptures in the wind and sand.

"Of course." The black-haired giant told the technician, "You go back first, we still have some things to do, and we will be there later."

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Talos Valcoran is of Nostramo descent. He and his tens of thousands of other brothers witnessed how their father was bit by bit gnawed and hollowed out by something indescribable, inexpressible, and incapable but indeed caused real effects in the last days of Tessaguarsa ten thousand years ago.

He witnessed the black temples of the Lord of the Night turning gray and his mind becoming fuzzy. The rumors in the legion that their father had been corrupted by the Chaos Powers became increasingly noisy. He listened to the prophecy of the Father of Genes to him, and he could even foresee some things himself... until the bitch of the False Emperor Assassin Court came to take away the spoils she had taken effortlessly.

Although he finally fulfilled his father's prophecy and became a soul hunter, becoming the first and last Night Lord who successfully hunted her and killed the assassin, this did not give him much comfort in his empty heart. Too many things happened, and too many people and things were lost.

Talos has been clinging to the meager memories and living in the past.

His best brother, Shar, once worriedly advised him not to talk about the lost honor of the Legion and the meaning of fighting too often, and thought that their Primarch had gone mad, and his brothers should live in the present instead of listening to some outdated crazy teachings, but Talos knew that Shar was completely out of kindness for him, because after the death of the Supreme, he reluctantly led this small warband, and his brothers did not mind re-deciding the leadership through murder duels.

Until Valier, a pharmacist from the Red Corsairs who was more Night Lord than Night Lord, joined them and pointed out to him that the gifts given to him by the gene seed were eating him, and the visions of the Eldar, battles and the end began to haunt him even in the Eye of Terror. Finally, in an unconscious prophetic coma, he guided the Cursed Echo and all his remaining brothers from the Tenth and Eleventh Companies to here.

Talos never understood why he did this. Even when he first saw the city and its inhabitants in orbit, a grand revenge plan that wanted to use the pain of the killing and torture of tens of millions of people and the screams of their souls to announce the fear of the Eighth Legion to the Empire and Terra had already begun to emerge from his mind.

He thought this was the purpose of his coming here, the guidance and meaning of the Primarch's teachings.

Murder, pain, more fear, let the false emperor's empire scream under the name of the Eighth Legion.

He originally intended to do so.

Until he saw the resurrected Midnight Haunter on the surface of Thessaguarza today - no, no, no, a whisper of ecstasy descended from his brain and spread along every nerve ending along the spine, just like the burning battle potion flowing from there to the whole body, making him tremble and excited, no, no, no, this is even better, just like the ancient Terra mythology that his former commander Malcharion had told him before, the noblest sacrifice will return from the darkness after death, transformed into another more perfect and noble form -

The prophet of the Eighth Legion eagerly watched the noble figure of Konrad Curze who was talking to the little leader of the Imperial colonial settlement through the simple and ancient communicator through the eyepiece. The white Nostramo runes on the retina gathered around him tamely, forming a beautiful halo behind the Primarch's head.

He had learned about Konrad Curze's appearance through the retelling of other Night Lords. That ability -

What surprised him, made him ecstatic, and even wanted to cry was that thinking and perception seemed to have returned to their father's body with the miracle of resurrection. The words and intonation of those words were so logical that Talos was dizzy.

The only flaw was that the noble Lord of the Night seemed to be too tolerant and kind to mortals after his return. Even the Lord of the Fire Dragon might not be so merciful and magnanimous. Ah, how could there be such a kind and noble person in the universe?

Talos Valcoran rolled his dark eyes under his skull mask and swept his stern eyes at the remaining members of the Tenth and Eleventh Companies.

It is very likely that some fools will want to take advantage of the opportunity to do something...

But they will not succeed.

He thought, stroking his golden sword Olum with one hand, and then connected to the private communication with his closest brother, Charles, and his slave Septimus.

"Listen..."