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

Chapter 293 284. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

Unexpectedly, the Death Guard showed an almost cruel indifference.

Horus looked out the porthole. In the distance, the Death Guard's capable fleet was floating quietly. They kept a certain distance from the Night Lords, like wild wolves far behind a flock of sheep.

They presented an orderly queue, forming a certain echoing contrast with the obviously chaotic fleet of the Night Lords.

Thinking of the previous scene, Horus took a deep breath again.

He tried to sort out some ideas from a messy scene, but strong emotions always prevented him from returning to that day. He heard Curze's screams, he heard Mortarion's roar, the smell of blood, and the screaming cabin crew.

Then there was a Night Lord, Sevatar. Horus knew him. He stood there, his hand armor was covered with blood, silently and trembling, blocking him in front of him.

Horus took another deep breath and lowered his head. He must have lost his composure at that time. The wolf god could only remember the screams of his brothers, one furious and the other screaming. Then Horus' memory trembled, and everything was quiet. The empty corridor became silent again. Horus could hear the dripping of the cabin instruments. He heard muffled sounds, which were the sounds of people falling or kneeling, and bones hitting the ground. After a short moment---The terrible, long laughter, accompanied by screams, sounded again, like the screams of the dead crawling out of the grave. Horus watched, he looked at the room at the end of the corridor, and the sound and fear, accompanied by light, spilled from there, and sprinkled on the carpet of the corridor. He gripped his sword tightly. He wanted to see what happened, but the high pressure in the air told him that if he took one more step forward, he would reach the forbidden zone of life. He stood there helplessly, waiting, and could only wait--

When the terrified beast dragged its tail back into the room, the Wolf God rushed out immediately.

He rushed over, he saw blood, he saw the remains of armor scattered all over the ground, he saw he saw.

Horus paused for a moment.

He seemed to understand a little, no, even sympathized with Horus.

Brothers killing each other, swords facing each other, this... this is unimaginable, the murderous intent in their eyes. No. No. Just a little bit. Just a little bit! If he was one millisecond later! No, no no no!

Even if Horus did not allow his thoughts to slide into the abyss, in the dark corner of the Wolf God's heart, a certain possibility was opened.

Before this, this lock was covered by a sense of morality, family affection, and all kinds of justice and light. He never thought about it, and never thought about it.

He still doesn't think about it now, but he has witnessed it. This means a certain beginning, a new beginning, and now, even the Wolf God himself will not realize this.

He will only be entangled in the bad current situation.

The star language asking Terra for instructions has been sent, but the transmission of information and the mobilization of ships still need time. The Wolf God does not believe that they can receive assistance from the Empire in a short time.

There is no doubt that Konrad Curze, his brother, needs to be tried, or separated from his legion?

Horus cannot judge the severity of the punishment. He only knows that this is not the first time. Curze has had disputes with many brothers, Dorn, Guilliman, Magnus. Did they fight? Or just quarrels and conflicts? Horus does not know the details.

But this time-it is obvious that Curze has crossed the line.

The Lord of the Night has crossed the line. Horus does not know what Curze is doing. What is he doing? But his behavior has completely angered the Lord of Death, and Horus knows that Mortarion will make Curze pay the price.

The Wolf God felt a difficult situation. After all, he was not a cold-blooded lion, or a Gorgon who was only known for efficiency and results. To some extent, he still had necessary feelings for some of his brothers.

So far, the Death Guard and the Night Lords have communicated with Horus individually - but neither of them is the Legion Commander.

Garro of the Death Guard calmly told Horus that due to the personal situation of the Legion Commander, the Death Guard could not immediately participate in this joint operation.

At the same time, he hoped that the Luna Wolves and the Death Guard would surround the ships of the Night Lords together to [prevent them from taking irrational actions again].

This was a reasonable request, and Horus naturally agreed.

On the other side, Sevatar, expressionless, represented the Night Lords and apologized unilaterally to the Luna Wolves and the Death Guard.

He also said that the Legion Commander was in a bad state and could not respond to news from the outside world.

Both parties said that they needed time to ease the situation, so Horus returned to the corridor again. He had no other choice.

The Wolf God began to wait desperately, like a beast trapped in place and turning in circles.

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The Death Guards fell silent again.

The dim cabin and the silent space made people sleepy.

Mortarion sat in the darkness, the blood stains on his scarred armor still unwiped.

He said nothing and refused any Death Guards who came forward to try to communicate and treat him.

Mortarion sat in the darkness for a day and a night, facing the door of the treatment room, the Grim Reaper holding his scythe, hunched over and silent.

The next day, when the pharmacist who had been providing emergency treatment all day opened the door, he only saw the dried blood on the seat, and the Lord of Death himself had already left.

On the third day, Mortarion came out of the apothecary room. His breathing was heavy and panting under the mask of the Lord of Death, and no one could see clearly his eyes under the shadow of his hood.

He found Vaux first and gave his orders.

Next, he went to Hades' office.

The previously bustling office was eerily deserted. Mortarion silently glanced at the food Hades placed on the table, and then looked away.

The Lord of Death opened Hades' government cabinet with ease. He took out the necessary documents, sat in Hades's seat, and began to change and sign them.

Then he pulled out the blank paper and drafted the document.

Mortarion completed his work quickly, though the sheer volume of documents piled at the Deathlord's feet, reaching to his knees, was a testament to the magnitude of the work.

Vox came in, and the son of Barbarus put away the documents signed by Mortarion silently and responsibly.

Mortarion sighed.

He looked up from his position and stared at the huge Macragge rug, its stupid blue harsh and bright.

Mortarion skillfully pulled out a light blue-white letter paper from Hades's collection of paper, and the recipient address had already been written on it.

He scoffed to himself, then began to write a letter for his brother Guilliman.

Some necessary instructions and some foolish hopes, but if Hades believes in Guilliman so much, then he can also

"grown ups,"

Vox finally broke the silence,

"Are you really going to do this?"

Mortarion's writing hand paused, leaving a small black dot at the end of the letter.

【You cannot fall. 】

He said succinctly,

Vox seemed to shake, but that might have been an illusion, for he still stood firmly in front of Mortarion, holding the document signed by Mortarion.

He just watched his father quietly, sitting in front of him working.

Soon, Mortarion finished writing.

But he still seemed to feel that this was not safe. The Lord of Death thought for a moment and recalled the brothers he had come into contact with.

In the end, he chose Horus, and he began to write, conceal, twist, deceive, reveal the truth, anything that could ensure that the Death Guard Legion would get help after this.

He completed both letters at a speed he had never expected.

Now, there are two letters neatly placed on the table, one is blue and the other is white and gold.

alright.

Mortarion thought, done, ready to go.

He got up and left without any hesitation. Vox received his instructions and followed him away.

They went to the armory room, where the soldiers Mortarion had asked Vox to prepare were also waiting for them. There were not many of them——

They don't need many people, just one Mortarion is enough.

They walked through the dark corridor and headed towards the port. The Fourth Knight was already waiting beside the Endurance. The knight on the gray horse, symbolizing death, knelt quietly on the side of the ship, waiting for his master.

Mortarion stopped and looked forward silently. The light of the sea of ​​stars poured in from the beginning of the corridor, illuminating a dark side and faintly outlining the outline of the armor.

[Gaara, get out of here. 】

He said.

Jialuo was kneeling there on one knee. This battlefield-experienced warrior, he was kneeling without wearing a helmet, and his heavy-duty, edgeless sword lay flat in front of him.

"Please think twice, Legion Commander."

Jia Luo lowered his head. The battle company commander rarely knelt down.

【No more,】

Mortarion said irritably,

[You are now the acting army commander, Gallo. If Hades doesn't wake up, then it will be you. 】

Jia Luo still lowered his head, showing no trace of movement.

"This is unrealistic, my lord."

Jialuo pursed his chapped mouth.

"Please at least consider the unconscious commander. Master Hades will not be happy to see this scene."

As soon as Garro finished speaking, Mortarion gasped like a dying man, and he was laughing.

[I have already considered it, Gaara. 】

He said softly and sarcastically,

[Otherwise, now you will see the sea of ​​stars engulfed in blazing flames. 】

The Lord of Death paused and continued to speak in an almost gentle voice that he rarely appeared,

[Jia Luo, you have done a good job. This is why we chose you. You can take on a legion, no matter what the legion molds you to be. 】

[I appreciate this. I appreciate you very much, Gaara. 】

[Now, get out of here, Garo. 】

The Lord of Death watched Jia Luo move with satisfaction. The veteran stood up and picked up the heavy sword lying on the ground——

Then he raised his sword,

Facing Mortarion.

"Forgive me for being disrespectful, father."

This was the first time Garro called Mortarion his father.

The Lord of Death laughed, the laughter under the gas mask was hoarse and low,

[Enough courage, Gallo, I appreciate that. 】

【what do you want? Instead of blocking me, I commend you for your courage. 】

Jia Luo spoke calmly,

"Can you become a qualified legion commander?"

Mortarion's laughter instantly cooled down. He stared at Garro, his breathing becoming sharper and sharper.

But Jialuo still stared at his genetic father calmly, the sword in his hand not trembling at all.

But Mortarion finally looked away.

【I will, I will. 】

The Lord of Death whispered, then his voice rose again,

[Vox. 】

He said.

Vox stepped away from Mortarion, raising his scythe.

The First Company Commander's combat skills were not as good as those of the Combat Company Commander. In Walkers' past years, his superb combat skills had always been accompanied by Gallo's beatings.

Until now, Vox has not defeated Gallo in a real sense.

Among the entire Death Guard, apart from the original body, there is only one person who can defeat Garro.

But Vox was not afraid. This man who used to follow Hades or Gallo as a new recruit every day had already honed his sharpness in the Death Guard.

"I'm sorry, Senior Jialuo."

The sparks of the clash between the sickle and the heavy sword suddenly lit up in the darkness, and Garro let out an angry roar.

Gallo was entangled by Vox, and Mortarion and his entourage were unimpeded. They boarded the ship and listened quietly to the roar of the engine.

Mortarion opened the comms.

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Horus received an urgent transmission from the Death Guard.

The Wolf Shepherd, who had not had a good rest for several days, quickly opened the communication, and Mortarion's pale face instantly appeared in the piercing radio waves.

"Are you okay, my brother?"

Mortarion's gaze shifted to the side with dry eyes. He did not answer Horus's question and spoke to himself,

"I need to go to the Night Veil to resolve some personal grudges."

Horus was obviously stuck,

"Now? We can wait for the people from the empire to arrive. They will make a correct and just decision for this unfortunate incident."

"I swear to you, Conrad Coates will be punished."

Horus intensified his tone. He held out his hands and tried hard to persuade Mortarion.

"Conrad Coates, he will be punished severely, as he deserves, and you don't have to go and talk to him in person."

Mortarion shook his head,

"For criminals,"

He said softly,

"The most cruel and horrific punishment must come from the victim's closest relatives and close friends."

"He has sinned, and I am his punishment."

Mortarion stared at Horus. He was saying the craziest things, but his eyes were filled with calm death.

"I want him to taste despair, taste pain, taste fear."

"I want him to feel that the pain he caused me will be returned to him a thousand times a hundred times."

Calmly, like the words spoken by a corpse, it sounded hoarsely, telling the eternal truth in human history——

“A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.”

Horus' anxious voice sounded from the other side of the radio wave,

"But how do you get there? The Night Lords' fleet is still on guard, and they will not allow -"

"I've already arrived."

Mortarion said calmly.

Horus suddenly opened his eyes, and he looked at the Bird Servant. A small dot marked as [Death Guard] suddenly appeared in the cluster of [Midnight Lords].

"Horus, my brother, this is only a notice."

Mortarion said,

"If the Night Lord's fleet tries to escape, or forcibly joins the Nightfall, help me control them, and the Death Guard will also assist you."

"besides,"

Motali settled down for a moment,

"Horus, you are a good man. You were the first brother to warmly welcome me after I entered this empire, but because of my reasons... I'm sorry."

"In you, I saw for the first time the possibility of brotherhood."

"None of this is your fault. You tried your best to help us, but-"

"There are always people who don't need redemption."

The communication was forcibly cut off, and Horus became weak and slumped on the chair.

He silently covered his eyes.

【Don’t blame yourself. ] Mortarion's last words still echoed in his ears.

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Mortarion had a cold face and boarded the Nightfall in silence.

The pitifully few Night Lords stood in front of the port to welcome, or rather warn, them.

Mortarion could recognize it as the Black Guard.

"Hello, my lord."

Sevatar stood in front of him, wearing his helmet and the Nightbat's wings spread high beside his helmet.

"If you wish to speak with Lord Curze, I will show you the way."

[Lead the way now. 】

Mortarion said,

[Don't play tricks, little bat. 】

[You keep quiet, then my wrath and the wrath of the Death Guard will not come on others. 】

He spoke loudly, making sure those who were hiding could hear.

The Night Lords could naturally detect that the Fourth Knight was filled with explosives, enough explosives.

As long as it is detonated at a key location, an entire Glory Queen can be taken away.

The special model and engine of the Fourth Knight also ensured that it could accelerate to the extreme in a short period of time. This was the knight who crashed through the main nest of Garaspa.

Sevatar calmly led him into the dark corridor,

"We also sincerely hope that you will just talk to your father. Sir, this is also our father's will."

"The Night Veil has also been loaded with enough explosives, and the lead is my father's life."

Mortarion chuckled,

[But if you let me in, little bat, it means you think I can't beat him. 】

Sevatar did not answer Mortarion.

The smell of blood grew stronger, darkness followed them, and Mortarion felt the malice in the darkness.

Cowards are all cowards.

Only the weak will hide in the darkness and use the darkness to show off. They dare not stand up or expose themselves to the enemy.

They stopped in a dark and empty hall. Mortarion could see the huge torture instruments placed randomly, and the faint light shone on the metal spikes.

A hissing sound came from the darkness,

Mortarion calmly reached for the alien pistol and lamp on his waist.

Sevatar spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner,

"Sir, I still-"

The next moment, the blazing and bright light of the Hades lamp penetrated Sevatar's chest.

The bright light illuminated the figure of Savita looking back in disbelief, and also illuminated the desperate expression on Curze's face——

Mortarion laughed.

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