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

Chapter 430 2.10 Curze is happy, but Sevita is sad

The night couldn't hide the screams.

Acid rain poured down in torrents, and ghostly shadows danced among the slum shacks, waltzing to the raindrops' masterpiece.

Konrad Curze put the bloody dagger against his face, making it wet with acid rain and demonic tissue fluid. The Lord of the Night couldn't help but take a lick, and the fishy smell made him feel better.

The Lord of the Night sang songs briskly, number 3567. He cut the bones like a hard-working assembly line worker and separated the flesh and skin with a dagger.

The demon beneath him groaned feebly, its yellow sheep eyes staring at the original body, reflecting the real demon in the world.

The rain continued to fall, and the blood and pieces of flesh were washed everywhere, but then they were stopped by more corpses, both demonic and human.

Cozz happily felt the melody he hummed,

【Travel the whole hell~】

【You can no longer go to heaven! 】

The skin was completely peeled off, and he threw the skin on his head in boredom. After a snap, the acid rain flowing into his eyes suddenly became less and turned into some kind of burning blood-red liquid.

Konrad Curze stood up, the Primarch's lean, hunched body making him look like an ominous wildcat, a predator that belonged exclusively to the city.

His armor has long been broken and incomplete, and the communication channel was deliberately damaged by Curze during the battle with the demonic army. Now he is alone, walking forward in the rainy night of Nostramo.

This reminded Cozzi of the beginning of the story, when he was so unrestrained.

But now, he is freer, because the last false hope has disappeared, and this is hell.

In hell, Kurtz will not feel the painful sense of guilt and responsibility. For this human devil, hell is a paradise for him to have fun.

As the Primarch walked rapidly along the alleys of Nostramo, he saw the torn-out notice, the writing on it barely legible,

This was the literacy class that Sevatar implemented during the reform of Nostar. Sevatar enthusiastically proposed this suggestion to the original body, but what was Konrad Curze doing at that time? It was as if he were severing a tendon.

This is not important, because this has failed, Nostramo is destined to become a wasteland, everything before was just a dune castle on the beach next to the sea,

Some people cannot see the sea not far away, some people think that the tsunami will never come back, and some people think that as long as the castles made of sand are strong enough, they will not collapse in the tsunami.

And Curze, Curze—

Cozz hummed a song,

【I can no longer go to heaven~】

He continued to shuttle, passing the huge collapsed sculpture erected for him by Savita; passing the clean and roaring metallurgical factories that provided people with employment; passing the public hospital where the defenders had retreated... …

In the abandoned hospital, filled with fresh corpses and flesh, Curze found some needles and threads, which allowed him to continue his demon skin artwork.

Cozzi was squatting on the edge of the hospital bed. The white sheets were spattered with blood. The patient originally lying on the bed was dead. He had his mouth wide open and a sharp knife on his chest.

Coates remembered the deceased, who was one of the workers commended by Sevita. He was commended for his high production capacity and his initiative to participate in literacy. The prize was a kilogram of fresh meat.

Kurtz was a little hungry, so he ate and sewed the leather goods in his hands. The devils had different colors, which made him more interesting in pursuing art.

He sewed quietly and earnestly, putting his whole body and mind into it. There was a chirping sound from the broken radio in the hospital, but there were no screams here. They were all killed by Curze.

Of course Curze was also injured, but the physical pain could not cover up the mental madness.

Curze raised the needle and curled his lips in displeasure. The original body suddenly put down the needle and prepared to leave——

"Father!"

Before he could catch up with Curze, Curze jumped out of the window on the sixth floor of the hospital. The glass shards fell with him, and the original body fell to the ground, preparing to go further away——

Curze turned his head stiffly, and Sevatar stood behind him, as if he had expected the original body to jump off the building.

"Father,"

Sevatar said calmly and tiredly,

"I implore you to return to the Night Veil. The Council of Bats has voted that the Night Lords will issue an extermination order on Noscramer."

The Council of Bats is a small decision-making group of the Night Lords established by Sevita after Curze delegated power to him.

Konrad Curze stared at Sevatar. His Prince of Crows was no longer as sharp-tongued as before. He had become calmer, more taciturn, and more...aging.

Sevatar's face was covered with slack grooves, and his hair was completely white.

Do crows' feathers turn white as they age and die?

【Don't worry about me, Sai,】

Curze said as he stood there, surrounded by his strange heirs,

【I will be burned with hell. 】

Sevatar sighed deeply, and his eyebrows also became old, old enough to cover his eyes that shone with complex light,

"Father, please stop being stubborn."

Sevatar said, "You know this is impossible, the Night Lords cannot lose you."

Curze looked at Sevita. He bent down and put his hands on Sevita's shoulder armor. His messy hair was tied on Sevita's forehead.

[You've seen it all, Sai. 】

Cozz said in a low voice,

[We have fallen into hell. No matter how hard we struggle, this is hell and you can't climb out from here. 】

[We can only die in hell, or become demons and live in hell forever, Sai. 】

Sevatar trembled, and the Crow Prince stretched out one hand, trying to hold the primarch's hand, while his other hand hung weakly at his waist.

"Father, did you already see all this?"

Sevatar asked tremblingly. Curze looked into Sevatar's eyes, feeling that his most loyal heir was on the verge of collapse.

Curze lowered his head, and he felt a sharp blade come out of his mouth, stabbing Sevita and slicing his throat.

[I...] Coze's voice trembled, [If I had said that half of the empire would turn into hell, and the Night Lords would personally launch an extermination order on Nostramo, would you have believed me, or would you have thought that I was in trouble? go Ape? 】

[Only...only he can understand, but I already...? ! 】

Curze's eyes widened, and he slowly turned his head, staring at the syringe that was thrust at him with Sevatar's other hand. The sharp needle penetrated through the gaps in the broken armor, injecting venom.

Slowly rising, the familiar feeling of coma caught up with Curze.

Sevatar sighed tiredly,

"I'm sorry, father,"

Said the Prince of Crows,

"This is the day...the pharmacist extracted the remaining potion from you, and I have been keeping it for emergencies."

Sevatar took a step back indifferently, signaling to the bats around him to drag the original body's slowly falling body.

"You have your difficulties, and I have mine,"

Saivita said,

"But all the while, I wanted to make you better, to make the Night Lord better."

Cold and stinging raindrops fell on Sevatar's face, and his eyes were dark. The Prince of Crows raised his head and watched the glory he had built turn into dust.

The star torch went out, and countless demonic armies emerged from the corners of Nostramo. The chaos and madness of this land for thousands of years finally echoed at this moment, and monsters appeared from every shadow.

After the Atonement Crusade, the Night Lords, who had not recruited troops for a long time, could not hold Nostramo at all.

And because of Sevatar's purge, the dissatisfied people lurking in the shadows of Nostramo also launched a self-destructive attack on him.

The defenders retreated again and again.

They first retreated from the newly built metallurgical factory in the suburbs to the food factory built under the orders of Savita.

The last remnants of an opposition family that had been uprooted by Savita, chanting demonic slogans, jumped into the high-temperature furnace of the food factory. The hot concentrated syrup exploded, causing a series of explosions and chaos.

Then they withdrew again, to the reserve school established by Savita.

They stayed there for a relatively long time, and the cubs who had not yet become Night Lords helped them a lot, but in the end, when the remaining population of the school was less than 5%, Sevatar chose to retreat again. ——The Night Lords must leave at least some young people behind.

It was at this time that the crazy Konrad Kurtz disappeared into the streets of the city.

Then there was the square where the Curze sculpture was built, and finally the hospital - they hurriedly boarded the Night Lord's battleship, even though it was full of dangers.

After the personnel completely retreated to the Nightfall, and after determining that Nostramo had completely lost its value and it was better to burn it directly, Savita began to search for Konrad Curze.

Finally, he found it.

In the private room of the Night Vessel, Sevatar remained silent. He held the command board in one hand and pressed the unconscious Coze's arm with the other - the original body had been locked up by layers of iron chains.

Sevatar may have gone crazy too.

Savita pressed [OK].

He knew that at this moment, the cyclone torpedo barrel on the Night Veil was emitting hot light.

There were no windows in the original body's room, and Sevatar silently read the seconds in his mind——

boom.

Sevatar thought in his mind, imagining the crust of Nostramo collapsing under a dazzling golden light, turning into large chunks of useless ruins.

Sevatar thought he should cry, but his overworked eyes were now extremely dry, and it seemed that he could squeeze out no other emotions from his numb heart.

The Night Lords can no longer withstand any more attacks, but in this hell, they must have strength to survive.

Sevita thought tiredly, listening to Curze's steady breathing next to him. Sevatar now really hoped that Curze would jump up, yell at him as a traitor, and then shoot him with one shot, so that Sevatar could Get some fucking sleep.

But unfortunately nothing happened.

It can't be Leon Jonson, Savita thought, the First Legion was here to monitor them.

Horus did not consider it either. Sevatar could not imagine Horus's reaction after learning that half of the empire had fallen into hell.

In a way, the fact that half of the Empire is burning now represents a serious dereliction of duty by the Warmaster himself.

That sanctimonious guy Horus must have gone crazy now. Sevatar gave a dry fake smile and said,

Fulgrim...Sevita thought that maybe they could defect to the Phoenix. Fulgrim was once Curze's teacher. Before the quarrel with Dorn, the two originals had a good relationship.

But Sevatar is not sure what the Phoenix is ​​like now. In Sevatar's eyes, in this situation, Fulgrim will probably have a similar reaction to Horus.

Finally... Sevatar circled a circle on the command board. Sanguinius, the Night Lords and the Blood Angels didn't have much contact.

The perfect archangel, Savitar thought, would he take them in?

Next to him, Curze groaned.

Great!