Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 288 279. Night, wolves and death

It was obvious that both of them were ignoring the radiant Horus, even though Horus would normally unsurprisingly be the center of attention, rivaled only by the angel Sanguinius.

But only people with the same aura will be attracted to each other. Among the bright and glorious brothers, it seems that neither party has expected the existence of the other side.

In Horus's private primary body conference room, the half-old Moon Wolf flag and the double-headed eagle flag hang down together, the pale golden carpet covers the floor, and the woven single sofa is placed in the room in a casual manner. Inside, they are all facing the projection equipment in this small room.

Horus turned on the projection equipment, and their target galaxy immediately appeared in front of everyone. Horus took a gentle breath, and then he turned around with a smile——

Mortarion sat silently on one of the sofas, maintaining the necessary silence, like a sculpture.

The Lord of Death's armor is pale and dull bone white, with some shallow marks clearly visible on it, and his armor is also hollow and feeble, with no extra decoration at all——

For some primarchs, this was unbearable, but Mortarion paid no attention to these imperfections. His sunken eye sockets were hidden in the darkness of his hood, and no one could ever guess where he was. What to think.

Under Mortarion's mask, he was breathing like a dying man. It made people feel that he was undergoing some kind of cruel torture all the time. Horus guessed that it was caused by the poisonous gas in Mortarion's mask. Yes, but he really couldn't understand Mortarion's masochistic behavior.

Kurtz sat on the sofa in an awkward and disturbing posture, as if the sofa was made of nails and thorns.

But Horus was convinced that the sofas in this room were made of the most comfortable materials. Even a naked baby would immediately fall asleep on these soft sofas.

The Lord of the Night was wrapped in midnight-like cold iron armor. At the end of the armor, at the position of those fingers, the sharp blades shone with ruthless light. Countless skulls pierced Curze's armor with iron swords, and they were suffering from hollowness. He looked at Horus.

Some traces of dried mucus filled Curze's long hair, messing up the original body's black hair. Horus could even see some unknown lumps in it.

But compared to Mortarion who hid all of himself, Curze revealed his entire face. His skin was a terrifying ice white, his entire face was bloodless, and his lips were blue, mixed with dried blood. Dark brown.

Horus looked at his two brothers, which gave him a strange feeling. The two people who were usually incompatible with each other in the original body actually had a symmetrical similarity at this moment. To use a rather inappropriate metaphor, Mo Talion and Konrad Curze, which reminded him of Guilliman and Dorne.

In short, both primarchs looked very much like corpses. The difference was that one was a consumption corpse that had been buried in loess for many years, and the other was a corpse that had bled out and had been refrigerated in an ice cellar for many years.

Well, Horus said to himself in his heart, he had to admit that even Horus felt a little troubled.

Although the level of difficulty was still not as high as that at that banquet, Horus was very pleased.

Horus tried to keep his tone as relaxed as possible. He looked at the two brothers who obviously did not intend to speak first.

"Before we start, we can get to know each other and get familiar with each other so that we can better cooperate in combat operations later."

The Luna Wolves had worked individually with these two legions before, so it was obvious that Horus was referring to letting Mortarion and Curze get to know each other.

The Lord of Night raised his eyes, which were hidden in his long tangled hair. They were completely dark, and he glanced at Horus melancholy.

He saw a broken puppet, wrapped in uncertain flames, roaring and tearing apart the sun.

He was no longer Horus.

Brothers turned against each other, siblings turned against each other. He spoke,

"Conrad Curze, Night Lord."

A soft hoarse voice sounded, which made other people's eyes focus on Coze.

"Mortarion, Lord of the Death Guard, Barbarus."

Curze cast a glance in Mortarion's direction.

He saw the garden, saw the high walls climbed by vines and maggots, saw the knees forced to kneel, and those who pursue suffering finally get tragedy.

Another person who can't help himself.

Sadness and brokenness caught up with him again. Nightmares were like mottled ghosts on the wall in the middle of the night. Justice and redemption were just illusions in his mind, screaming to tear him apart.

"Conrad?"

The voice of Horus awakened him, and Curze shook his head roughly, signaling Horus to continue his introduction to the target.

This is a quite prosperous pocket kingdom with certain galaxy defense capabilities, but the main population of the entire country is still concentrated on its main star, and its technology and military are highly developed.

Faced with such a human civilization, the empire repeatedly sent its peace negotiation ships, but this human civilization resolutely refused to surrender and imprisoned the empire's peace negotiators.

Curze listened to Horus's tirade indifferently. His hopeless brother still believed that there was hope for this civilization, and Horus hoped to negotiate with this civilization.

Horus insisted on negotiating peace. He advocated laying down the civilization's off-planet defenses first, and then trying to force them to submit.

He published a lot of remarks about "Why this civilization has hope", which were cliche and without any new ideas. Coz was sleepy and bored. He began to recall the screams of the skinned people, but unfortunately, in In the boring conference room of Horus, those shrill pleas for mercy also became dull.

Horus, Guilliman, and Dorne's high-sounding guys, they don't understand that mercy and forgiveness will only lead to corruption, and only ruthless judgment can bring order and justice.

Fear begets justice, pain begets fear.

Curze could already imagine Horus's reprimand and disappointment in the subsequent battle, when the Night Lords used the Dread Blades to bring their enemies to submission.

Guys who pay attention to form. They exchange a small amount of blood for a large amount of sacrifice. Why are they unwilling to face this fact? Is it possible that having their heirs sacrificed in large numbers is what they want to see?

They just don't want to face their sins like Curze, they don't want to admit the war crimes they committed.

".If they do not accept our peace request in the first stage, then the legion can land in the east of Continent 3, where their transportation artery exists, cut it off, and continue to put pressure on them. They will not last long. , up to three standard Terran months——"

"No," Noxing's ghost spat out his words softly, "up to three standard Terra weeks."

Horus was stunned for a moment;

"The enemy still has transportation routes to the south, and they won't be so fast."

The Wolf Shepherd's voice gradually became quieter, and he seemed to know what Conrad wanted to say.

"Leave this densely populated transportation city to the Midnight Lords, and don't use radio waves to block their communications. They need witnesses."

Curze spoke his words softly,

Horus looked at Konrad Curze seriously. The Wolf God's brows were already frowning.

"Conrad, let's not talk about anything else. How can you be sure that the people here will submit? Instead of igniting a deeper hostility and war intention towards the empire."

Mortarion, who had never fought with the Night Lords, obviously did not understand what the two men were talking about, but out of his favorable impression of Curze, Mortarion remained silent.

"Because," Curze slowly rubbed the blades on his armor against each other. He needed the heart and flesh to beat between the seams of his hands, instead of sitting here dryly and saying indifferent words to Horus.

Reality will prove him right.

"According to the climate of this planet, three weeks is enough time for the corpses to exude a wonderful smell. If we pile the corpses high enough, these deeply fermented smells will flow along the monsoon, spreading fear to those who have not yet fallen. city ​​of."

Curze reached his hand to his face and took a deep breath intoxicatedly, as if he had smelled the smell of the pile of rotting flesh, and turbid pus flowed from the empty eye sockets.

"They will surrender soon, before supplies are exhausted."

Curze said casually, and Horus seemed to hear Curze's low, chuckling laughter.

"you can not--"

Mortarion raised his hand, indicating that he wanted to speak,

"If you just let the corpse ferment, the Death Guard can provide viruses to make the corpse decay faster and emit a stronger smell, which can further shorten the time."

The Lord of Death said matter-of-factly,

This time, Koz's snorting laughter echoed directly in the entire conference room, and the Lord of the Night almost burst out laughing.

"Mortarion, my brother, thank you for your kindness, now we can conquer this civilization in two weeks."

Under the cloak, folds formed around Mortarion's eyes, and Horus realized that Mortarion was smiling too.

Horus took a deep breath, raised his hand, and brought the two brothers' attention back to him.

He spoke as softly as possible,

"This is a highly developed human civilization, and there is no oppression here," Horus glanced at Mortarion quickly.

"This civilization, they are just developing, and they have no crimes," Horus looked at Coze this time.

"They," Horus took another deep breath, "deserve more glorious war than fear and slaughter."

"Give me a chance. Their rulers are not incompetent. After realizing the true strength of the empire, they will soon surrender instead of continuing the war."

"My brother, Horus."

Mortarion spoke, his voice hoarse enough,

"Precisely because their rulers are not mediocre people, they will definitely fight against the empire until the last moment before they are completely crushed - militarily or psychologically."

"Only the stupid and incompetent will surrender. When encountering foreign enemies, they will first unrealistically think of resisting in order to preserve their noble status."

"But after they truly realized the gap between the two sides, they were the quickest to surrender because they needed to maintain their [noble] status."

Garaspa's memory gradually surfaced, and as Mortarion's army climbed to the top of the Middle Nest, the management there panicked and tried to surrender.

Of course, Mortarion did not accept their surrender.

"This human civilization is a country built on the cult of personality within the family."

Mortarion pointed with his withered finger at the map behind Horus. Few people knew, not even Mortarion himself, that the Lord of Death was surprisingly politically sensitive.

"The king is responsible for the people, and the people love their monarch. The entire country is prosperous. Their culture will not allow them to surrender to a foreign enemy who has stained the blood of their country. You need to break them into pieces, break them enough until they form No possible resistance."

"Or make them fearful enough to overwhelm any other emotion."

Curze took up Mortarion's words, and the two Primarchs apparently reached a consensus on the topic of refuting Horus.

Unfortunately, in front of these two legions, Horus, who had sufficient qualifications, had absolute status. After realizing that the two primarchs were disobeying him and trying to conquer in a way that was displeasing to the Empire and the Emperor, Horus took over His initially kind face appeared.

Standing in front of them now is the majestic Wolf Shepherd. Horus's eyes are sternly staring at Curze and Mortarion at the same time.

\u0026quot;My brothers, I want you to realize,\u0026quot;

Horus spoke,

"The Empire sent us to this civilization seeking more than conquest."

"We are the liberators of civilization. We bring civilization, not death and oppression. The Great Crusade is a glorious liberation. We liberate mankind from evil aliens and tyrants, instead of bringing oppression to them."

This sentence is correct, provided that the Luna Wolves are Ultramarines, or some other luminous legion.

"They rebelled against the empire, they are guilty, and they need to be tried if they are guilty."

Curze stared at Horus, his dark pupils not containing a trace of light, his canine teeth slightly raised,

"They need to realize that the consequences of resistance are death, and that their fear-filled deaths will serve as a wake-up call to those who remain, so that they will fall into line."

Compared to the two people who had a slight conflict, Mortarion calmed down. He recalled the rebuke that Manus and Vulkan had given him at that time, and also recalled Perturabo's brutality in destroying even friendly troops.

The Lord of Death has realized that his brothers judge others based entirely on their personal preferences, and they even have different definitions of the Great Crusade.

Mortarion was curious about the different lies the Emperor, the liar, had told his brothers.

After experiencing so much, Mortarion no longer cares about these arguments that do not affect reality at all. The Lord of Death's eyes are firmly fixed on the terrifying future, and that is what makes him tremble.

As for how this planet was defeated, he didn't care.

As long as the Death Guard didn't suffer heavy losses due to poor tactics, Mortarion had no other opinion about the whole thing.

Unless this planet meets the label of [Psychic], or [Oppressor], or [Alien].

Since this planet is just a simple human civilization and does not constitute the above three elements, Mortarion remained on the sidelines.

He listened to the debate between Konrad Curze and Horus with great interest, and the balance in his heart began to tilt toward Konrad Curze involuntarily.

No more.

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