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

Chapter 292 283. Conrad Coates is a madman

Savita took a deep breath, and the sweet smell of blood entered his esophagus along with the cold air.

He was walking on the dark corridor of the Night Veil, where it was eternal night.

The first company commander has repeatedly threatened with words, or forced away countless inquiring glances or words.

Their father, Konrad Curze, was originally not interested in this legion that was like scattered sand. There were many factions within the legion, and Sevatar was just a person who could hold the rudder of the ship.

"If you want to run, you can run now, no one will stop you."

Sevatar said in a gentle yet cruel voice.

What they couldn't escape was that the fleets of the Luna Wolves and the Death Guard had already surrounded them compared to the panicked and gathered ships of the Night Lords.

The Death Guard's ships felt like a confrontation, while the Moon Wolf's ships separated the two sides——

But at the same time, it also cleverly blocked the escape route of the Night Lords.

Horus didn't want them to go, and he knew it.

As for why Curze and Sevatar were on the Night Veil now, it was Sevatar who took advantage of the chaos to call the Night Lord's ship and urgently transferred himself and the original body.

After all, the chaotic scene of those Death Guards rushing towards the Vengeful Spirit did create a good opportunity for them.

Savita knew that if he didn't run this time, there might be no next time.

He still remembered the last time he saw his father, Curze, being imprisoned in a cell after the duel with Dorne. His mental state was quite unstable. He was punished because of a certain truth that kept haunting him and made him crazy. .

Since then, Sevatar could sense Konrad Curze's further indulgence and degradation of the Legion.

No, their father. Conrad Coates, he might. He might not be able to stand another trial.

Sevatar knows how to win over the hearts of the Legion, knows how to fight, and how to rip off human skin more cruelly. He knows a lot, and he can do a lot.

But facing their father alone he was helpless.

The only thing Sevatar can know is that Konrad Curze is not suitable to be imprisoned on the Vengeful Spirit now. Those oppressive conditions will drive him crazy. The Lord of the Night needs to come back, and return to the dim place of the Night Veil.

Facts have proved that he was right. As soon as he boarded the ship, the unconscious Coze immediately twitched and disappeared without a trace.

Sevatar knew where his father had gone, but he could not go to the Lord of the Night immediately. The chaotic scene still needed an explanation.

The First Company Commander just silently issued an apology signal to the Luna Wolves and Death Guard. He asked the ships to turn off their alert status and lower all the muzzles. In a cautious manner, the Night Lords carefully lowered their cannons. arms--

Except for Nightfall.

From the beginning to the end, this gloomy giant ship has maintained the highest alert. If necessary, Savita will order at any time to sacrifice the entire fleet of ships in exchange for the Nightfall to rush to Mandeville Point and perform a forced jump. .

But the decision is not in his hands.

Sevatar is only the executor of orders, he is not the decision-maker.

Sevatar walked through the long corridor, and Shang stood guard outside the original body's room, a corridor away. He just looked at Sevatar silently and sadly, as if expressing condolences.

"How is the Primarch?"

Shang shook his head, the valet of the original body, he spoke hoarsely and sadly,

"I am not sure."

So Sevatar continued to walk forward, and vague moans and wails began to squeeze into his ears, either sharp or low.

Finally, he reached the door.

Sevatar lowered his head expressionlessly and saw blood stains seeping out from the cracks in the door. They were layered, some were dried, and some were just flowing out.

Savita put her hand on the door, feeling the coolness.

"Father?"

He muttered something under his breath.

The madness on the other side of the door did not stop at all, and the coolness continued to erode him.

Sevatar felt the pain, the pain that tore at him and sent chills all over him.

He lowered his head, pressed his head against the door, and spoke softly again like a supplication,

"Father."

The seemingly impenetrable door opened, revealing a crack that was only for him to pass through. A rat-like mortal emerged from the crack with a head, and the moans of the original body floated out from the crack in the door.

The half-blind old man was very nervous, but he still smiled.

"Hey Yago, I knew you were coming, you had to come."

"Keep your voice down," the old man said. "He is dreaming. Don't wake him up."

After seeing clearly who opened the door for him, the remaining sense of vulnerability that might have existed in Savita disappeared. He stared at the old man with a straight face,

"Triz, call me Sevatar."

Drizzt, the chronicler of the Night Lords, the Dream Eater, he can observe dreams. I don't know why, the original body favors this dwarf very much. He tells him everything, even the truth that even Sevatar can't touch.

Drizzy smiled slyly and nervously,

"Okay, Yago."

This is the second time, Sevatar thought expressionlessly, but he still followed the old man's advice. He gently, gently stepped into the inner chamber of the original body——

corpse.

There were corpses everywhere.

They were hung upside down in the room by large rusty iron hooks, and dark, viscous liquid dripped from the wounds. They were completely cold, but they were still dragged down by gravity, like asphalt.

Symbols that Sevatar could not understand were painted on the corpses with blood and wounds, which were the truths their father brought back from his psychic dreams.

Just looking at them made Savita feel a numbing chill on his scalp.

Dream Eater Drizzi made a silencing gesture to him, and then the rickety old man carefully slipped through the jungle of hanging corpses, like a mouse.

Savita took a deep breath, cursed in his mind, and followed.

It was difficult for him not to make a sound. The corpses were too dense, and he was not as short as Drizzle.

The bones groaned under his feet.

The flesh and blood that had been stabbed or roughly torn apart wetly rubbed against his shoulder armor, making a slight "bo" sound when he left.

Cold, blue, white and purple hands or feet crossed his face, like leafy leaves in the jungle. They were trying to hold him back, warning him not to move forward.

But he had no choice.

Savita continued to move forward with a determined heart. The moans and curses became louder and louder. He pushed aside the sea of ​​hair of the dead and finally saw his tortured father.

Curze was curled up in a nest made of corpses. The material was moist and soft. The face of the original body showed a kind of broken despair. He was wailing, repenting, cursing, roaring, crying, and crying. Laughing, he struggled to tear apart the corpses and drew random symbols on them with his fingers.

Sevatar gasped, and he stood there, watching his father's pain.

Now how to do?

Savita didn't dare to speak. He turned his head and tried to find the old man who brought him in.

In the inner chamber of the original body, in a space like a slaughterhouse, there was a small, inconspicuous wooden table. Drizzi did not look at Sevita. The old man calmly opened the wooden chair and sat on him. position.

Drizzi took out his pen and spread a large piece of parchment on the wooden table. Then he stopped and did nothing.

Sevita was about to call the damn old man, but then he realized something was wrong. The space suddenly became quiet, and he turned his head——

He saw a pair of pure black pupils.

【Game. 】

He said.

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Curze was wailing.

He saw Horus, the Wolf Shepherd who had been smiling at him just now, turned into a grinning monster. Curze couldn't control himself. He saw himself raising his spear and stabbing at the Wolf Shepherd——

No--!

Konrad Curze tried hard to let go. He tried to retract his hand like an electric shock. The spear in his hand turned into a sword. He saw Guilliman's angry eyes, staring desperately. he.

No, no no no no no no no!

He wasn't trying to kill them!

Curze screamed and shrank back into a corner of the room, the stone rubbing rough against his back, and the pain made him feel a little relieved——

He turned around and saw Vulgan leaning on the cell as he lay dying, covered in bruises.

[Why are you doing this, my brother? 】

Curze screamed again, he didn't mean to do this, he didn't want this! ! !

Using his hands and feet, he tried to retreat in a panic, but he quickly hit something, and the cold touch felt particularly familiar.

Curze trembled, gasped and turned around——

Mortarion lay there, alternately as Curze saw him and as dirty, but his lower body was gone! Swallowed by something black!

Something dark and noisy flowed from Mortarion's eyes.

【Then why don't you save me? 】

Mortarion said.

【I tried! I tried! It's you who's stopping me! ! ! Why did you stop me? ! 】

Curze yelled and retorted. He caught Mortarion's mistake and retorted loudly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

But it's no use.

With only half his body left, Mortarion looked at him, and then he began to crawl towards Curze. Curze screamed and backed away, but he soon found that he was trapped-

The black things surged up and swallowed everything, they swallowed Horus, they swallowed Guilliman, they swallowed Vulkan.

In the end, even Mortarion was swallowed up.

Now, except for Curze, there is no one here——

But the water is still rising. They have reached Curze's ankles. The burning sensation stings him. He opens his mouth wide. No, no, no, no, Mortarion has disappeared. Why is the water still there? rise?

Where is the water flowing? where? Where?

Kurtz knelt down frantically and rummaged through the water for the source of the water. There was none, nowhere! He couldn't find anything but body parts! ! !

Water dripped down.

Kurtz stopped suddenly. He reached out his hand in disbelief, carefully, and tremblingly. He touched his chin, where the water had flowed.

Then he opened his mouth and stuck his fingers in—

He took out the thing, the piece of flesh, and it cursed him.

Curze's eyes flew open and he saw Sai, standing there, helpless, he was in pain, they were all in pain.

Sai will die in battle.

【Game. 】

He called softly to the child he was most proud of.

He walked over and looked at Sai carefully, he told him not to be nervous, they were going to trial.

The Night Lords were torn apart and refrigerated. Sai would die at the corner of the Great Crusade, as a warrior, dying on the battlefield——

He walked over and looked at Sai with indifference, he said let them come, the Night Lords were right.

The Night Lord was torn apart and refrigerated. Sai would die in a dispute with his primarch brother, and as his proudest child, died protecting him -

Then Curze opened his eyes and he saw Sai.

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