Alpharius and his twin brother Omegon — the genetic progenitors of the XX Legion — were exceptionally unique even among the Primarchs.
The XX Legion specialised in infiltration and espionage, possessing formidable camouflaging capabilities that were greatly amplified by their Primarchs themselves.
Alpharius and Omegon could transfigure themselves into anyone. This disguise likely penetrated deep into the genetic level. To Nyx, however, such concealment was still far from perfect.
The moment these two brothers — reputed masters of disguise — appeared, the magnetic field around Nyx had clearly distinguished their majestic life force, far exceeding that of the Custodian Guard.
Such potent vitality was difficult to mimic even for the Captain‑General of the Custodians. This was how Nyx first identified his two wayward brothers — and what followed was hardly a matter of public or private vendetta.
"What... Didn't Malcador teach you how to handle this situation?"
"Lord Nyx, please calm—"
Before the words were finished, Nyx's fist had already detonated before the 'Custodian'. This strike was far from too fast for a Custodian to dodge — but a Primarch could certainly take it. If he wanted to maintain his disguise, he would have to receive this blow.
But an instantaneous attack was enough to shatter any disguise. Nyx's sudden killing intent triggered the impostor's instinctive reaction; the impostor retreated swiftly — enough to evade.
"So are you Alpharius or Omegon?"
Nyx smiled at the 'corncob' who had recoiled to avoid the strike.
"That's not very polite, brother."
"Though we've heard much about you from the Regent... You are far... far cruder than we imagined."
The Aquila power glaive thrust forward like lightning — only to be casually deflected by Nyx.
"You haven't answered my question, brother."
"We are both Alpharius!"
The brother maintaining his disguise answered thus — but this clearly did not satisfy Nyx. It seemed if he wanted to pry open his brothers' mouths, he would have to work a little harder.
"Fine... Since you spoke first, consider yourself Alpharius. The one beside me — I'll default designate as Omegon."
The moment the words left his mouth, Nyx's velocity abruptly spiked. His form blurred instantaneously, almost reaching a speed that Alpharius and Omegon could not track. Immediately after, a heavy blow wreathed in golden current precisely shattered the Custodian helm upon Alpharius's head.
"Oh. He really is bald. I thought if you were younger, you might keep a few more."
Nyx's taunt caused both Alpharius and Omegon to 'flush'. One could pretend indifference to baldness — but being called out personally was tantamount to a mortal insult.
Nyx was indeed stronger than the Alpha brothers had anticipated, but they attributed this to their brother having reached maturity before them. They were confident that, together, they could suppress Nyx.
Omegon's emergence instantly escalated the battle's intensity. The coordination between the two Primarchs was seamless; every move directly interdicted Nyx. Yet Nyx showed no fear and remained undefeated under their combined assault.
Nyx had no real intention of beating the two brothers senseless. He wanted to vent his grief — but bullying two underage children would ultimately be beneath his dignity — not to mention they were still his brothers.
"Hey... Decent teamwork. Seems Malcador taught you a lot. But he probably didn't mention that running is the best solution when you're facing me."
"Magnetic field rotation——!"
"One hundred thousand horsepower!"
Before Alpharius and Omegon could react, Nyx had already seized both their heads in one hand each. Watching their astonished faces, he grinned playfully.
"Have you ever heard of 'strong arm, strong skull'?"
The next second, two bald heads collided with each other, sending the Alpha brothers seeing golden stars. Nyx showed no sign of stopping. A dragon‑piercing fist strike drove Alpharius's entire stubborn head into the ceiling. Then his malicious gaze shifted to Omegon beside him.
"You... What are you going to do?!"
Omegon, now the target, trembled.
"Brother... I, I'm Al— No, I'm Omegon!"
"I'm your brother! Your brother! You can't—"
"What traitor impersonates the Custodian Guard to ambush a Primarch? To survive, you even invoke 'brother'?"
"Heh. Only I get to play such memes. You rebels would only turn it into rotten stalks and oral trash!"
*BOOM——! *
Another bald head was embedded in the ceiling. Gazing at the Imperial Palace, to which he had personally contributed these 'human sculptures', Nyx suddenly felt considerably more at ease.
Five minutes passed. Two bald heads dropped to the floor.
Alpharius and Omegon had sustained no serious injuries — but they had fully grasped the gap between themselves and Nyx.
"Don't be so tense. 'If you don't fight, you won't come to know each other' — see, now we're acquainted, aren't we?"
Nyx smiled and clapped them on the shoulders. Alpharius and Omegon were 'deeply moved' and insisted they had not been coerced at all.
"We're sorry, brother. Omegon and I were too arrogant. We apologise for our earlier conduct."
Having spoken, they bowed deeply to Nyx, then simultaneously extended their hands, wishing to shake and reconcile.
...Uh. How to do this? One hand each, or crossed?
"Hahaha, it's fine, it's fine! As your elder brother, of course I forgive you... But family doesn't shake hands."
"Family embraces!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Nyx pulled them both into a firm hug.
He felt, within this embrace, the last vestiges of resentment in Alpharius and Omegon's hearts dissolve. From within their blind spot, Nyx silently wore the smile of a master schemer.
Releasing them, Nyx adopted an expression of pitiful supplication.
"After all, we're brothers... So could you grant your brother a small wish?"
"Brother, please speak. So long as it is within our power, we brothers shall not refuse."
Heh. This was exactly what he was waiting for.
Nyx leaned close to their ears and whispered a few sentences. Their faces instantly flushed crimson; they appeared deeply resistant. But after some 'patient persuasion' (thorough brainwashing) from Nyx, they ultimately nodded.
"That's the spirit!"
"Your bodies have already changed — why be shy? Take off that power armour!"
"Hm... I think the skin tone could be a little darker. Alpharius, a bit shorter. Omegon, your... could be a little bigger."
"Wait a minute — I'll rummage through a couple more outfits for you!"
"Don't worry. I'm the only one keeping these photos. They will never be leaked... By the way, don't block your hands!"
Another five minutes passed.
Under Nyx's meticulous direction (l), Alpharius and Omegon had finally completed their 'transfiguration'.
A dark‑skinned loli, golden horns atop her head, cheeks flushed, knelt obediently before Nyx — beside her, a dark‑skinned queen‑sister, equally exquisitely dressed. They had progressed from initial resistance to proactively selecting their own attire.
For some reason, as Alpharius and Omegon became what Nyx described, a natural affinity had arisen in their hearts.
Watching the two, now fully immersed, Nyx felt a faint twinge of guilt — but he quickly set it aside. This was, after all, his true objective.
See? The 'evidence' for wild historical narratives — is it not now in hand?