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"You can't come out yet - hell, Fulgrim, stop!"

The mage's roar could be heard even from outside the room. Angron snickered and walked into the room. He sarcastically said, "Our noble young master hasn't recovered yet?"

"Take back your words... idiot." Fulgrim, who was lying in the medical cabin, said gloomily in a distorted voice. His appearance could not be said to be terrifying, it could only be said to be very terrifying.

Half of the chest cavity was opened, and the internal organs were pulsing tenaciously, and the nutrient solution exuded green light, treating him non-stop. Fulgrim lay there, unable to move. He was just about to come out and move, but was forced into it by the mage.

Let him out? Ten minutes of activity, you have to lie in it for a few more days.

"Angron, if you just want to come in and show off your recovery speed, then I have to ask you to leave." He Shenyan turned his head and looked at him with a bad expression.

"Of course not." Angron shook his head quickly. "I just heard about that galaxy, Prodars, didn't I?"

"Who told you that?"

"I overheard the small talk of a few Cadian soldiers."

"I can't see that the dignified primarch actually has the habit of eavesdropping on corners."

He Shenyan sneered at him at first, and then nodded solemnly: "Yes, Prodars. The traitors who were dragged out of the warp with Abaddon by me, and then fled, are hiding there. "

"That galaxy is famous for producing minerals, and most of the residents above are weapon craftsmen. The Mechanicists like this kind of planet very much, but now..." He Shenyan shook his head and said, "Who knows where it is. How many people are left? We can only hope that the traitors need some slaves to help them with the chores."

"Perhaps that way, we can save some people back."

"I hope so. In addition..." Angron suddenly smiled narrowly: "I also heard your speech in the bottom cemetery. You are really a natural speaker, aren't you? Fighting in the forest, Fight on the Gobi Desert, fight in the hive, fight wherever we are needed."

He imitated He Shenyan's tone: "Until all of them die! Your words should be put on the front page of the Empire's propaganda department, and there will be countless people who read your words and charge."

"Forget it, I would rather let the Empire know the name of Sergeant Priyad." He Shenyan replied calmly, ignoring Angron's ridicule. "That's why, I decided to name that STC Puliard."

"He deserves it."

"Of course he deserves it--forget it, what are you asking about that galaxy?"

"That's it..." Angron came over mysteriously.

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Ingratitude is an evil blasphemy.

This is not now, this is a continuation of a memory. And everything he had known in his past life was stripped away.

Yin Keluo was curled up in the corner of the floor, surrounded by people, and whispers came from every direction, pressing on the young boy. Few people know each other, people want to greet each other, but they can't fool themselves that everything will pass as usual.

This is not the taxing master to whip them, but the traitor of Chaos - the emperor is above, just thinking of these four words makes Yin Keluo feel cold all over. Those tall, blood-red giants were the most terrifying existences he had ever seen.

What will happen after that?

Yin Keluo didn't know, he silently carved a trace on the ground with his fingers. Then again, curled up silently in the corner of the prison, using his own fingers to depict the design of a sword, which he recited recited. An anger burned in the boy's heart.

How he wished he had power.

And then—the cell door was opened.

A giant stood outside the door,

Staring at them with tyrannical eyes. Even with their helmets on, the tyranny without emotion and reason kept them silent, even breathing carefully. The giant came in, and he glanced around, the sound of heavy breathing frightening. People tried their best to avoid his steps, huddled in their corners, shivering.

Then, the giant came to Yin Keluo and saw the long sword he had drawn on the ground.

"Stand up," said the giant.

What is that sound? It sounded like the collision of sword blades, harsh and terrifying.

Yin Keluo bit his lip, blood gushing out. The thin boy stood up a little bit, he was too weak, he had to be careful or he would fall. When he was completely upright, the giant pointed to his drawing and said, "What is that?"

Are you going to lie?

Do not. someone said to him.

"That's a sword."

Yin Keluo raised his head and looked up into the giant's eyes. He neither addressed him by honorific title nor showed the slightest fear of him. The boy's father, who was nothing but a blacksmith, did not give him this privileged status to despise an Astarte. His father just told him one thing.

If a person does evil things, don't hold him in the slightest respect. Look at him with anger, because all who do evil things fear this anger.

Now, the nine-year-old boy looked at the giant with angry eyes.

"What sword?"

"Longsword. My father's blueprint."

"Where's your father?"

"Dead, killed by you."

The giant nodded and led him out. As they walked out of the cell, the whispers began again inside. Yin Keluo glanced back at them with annoyance, and then followed the giant to the upper deck of the ship. There was a pungent smell of blood everywhere, and human skulls piled up in the corners. The dim light made the scene even more terrifying.

He kept bringing him in front of a taller, one-armed giant, knelt down on one knee, and said in a low voice, "I brought people, my lord."

Yin Keluo looked at the giant and turned around, thinking to himself, he is like a mountain.

"A . . . child," said the larger giant. "Are you sure?"

"Only he fits the description of those damn cowards."

"I see." The giant gestured, and the giant who had brought him left. Then, he waved at the boy, motioning him to come closer.

At this time, Yin Keluo realized that he didn't wear the terrifying pointed-ear helmet, but showed a more terrifying face.

"My name is Karn," said the giant. "And you?"

"Yin Keluo."

"Fine," Kahn nodded. "Then, Yin Keluo. How old are you?"

"Nine years old."

"Where's your father?"

So Yin Keluo repeated: "Dead, killed by you. I hope I can kill you too."

Kahn smiled.

The smile pulled the scar on his face. He obviously didn't do this often, so the muscles on his face were extremely stiff, and every wriggling gave Yin Keluo the illusion that he wanted to eat himself.

But Kahn didn't, instead, he did nothing but laugh for a while - to Inkloh's astonishment.

"If you can, I wish you success, boy."

Kahn the betrayal, the traitor who slaughtered countless human beings with his own power said so, and then he touched the boy's head lightly: "But this process may take a long time, you need a long time It took a long time to grow enough to kill me."

"But I can help you."

Yin Keluo looked at him blankly.

Kahn, patiently not like a Khorne, said patiently and articulately: "I'll train you to help you shorten this time."

"No, that's not right." Yin Keluo took a few steps back and broke free from Kahn's hand. He said, "You are traitors, you can't be so kind. I don't believe you."

"child."

Kahn said slowly, "That's not a question. The training will start soon. I'll tell you a lot of prohibitions, but there's one you need to be very careful about."

He crouched down so that Yin Keluo could see his face better - every detail, the lines of the scars, and the twitching eyeballs and skin. At the same time, his voice became extremely terrifying, like the roar of a beast: "When you see me like this, start running away, remember, the farther you run, the better."

The boy executed his words well, and ten minutes later Kahn was sober from the fury of the Butcher's Nail. He began to wander on the boat, and there were few living people here. With the exception of the slaves on the bottom deck, he sent most of the Khorne Berserkers out.

"You find something to do yourself."

These were Kahn's exact words, and no one knew what he was thinking, and sometimes, not even himself.

maybe.

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"That sword—that demon," Fulgrim said slowly, looking at the ceiling. "I couldn't kill it."

He turned his head and stared at the mage: "It was so strong that even my breath was burning my skin. Standing in front of it made me feel weak, and I began to understand why my father couldn't kill it."

"That was the echo of the first murder case in human history. Whether we like it or not, it has been bound to human history. But it doesn't matter. I originally wanted you to test it once. It's okay if you can't kill it. pity."

He Shenyan nodded and said lightly, "Have a good rest, Fulgrim."

Just as he was about to leave, Fulgrim stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Mage."

"What's wrong?"

Fulgrim hesitated for a long time, so He Shenyan stood at the door patiently waiting for him to speak. One minute, two minutes, ten minutes later. Only then did he speak: "I heard someone calling my name."

He Shenyan narrowed his eyes.

He came to Fulgrim's medical cabin, leaned his hand against the transparent bulkhead, and a golden light emerged. After making sure it wasn't the warp, he asked, "Do you know who it is?"

"I don't know...but I know where he is." Fulgrim closed his eyes in pain. "He called me on the Instefan Three."