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

Chapter 455 2.35 The other side of the numbness

Malcador coughed twice, and he hit the floor with his scepter, making a dull thud. The black stone door in front of him was opened, revealing a gap.

Mortarion behind him was still sitting there, staring at the old man silently.

"Can you see over there?"

Malcador asked. He used his feet to push away a small death guard who wanted to get closer.

【It's difficult. 】

In the dim mist, a hissing sound sounded, like the sound made by insects rubbing their wings.

[Scars that are enough to pierce any soul run through it, and I cannot stare at it for a long time. 】

Malcador paused, and once again pushed the little Death Guard away with his feet. This time it stopped moving, standing there with its head raised and looking at Malcador.

The old man sighed softly,

"...They are really angry...that's the real battlefield there."

The two bright yellow spots in the white mist narrowed,

[Didn’t you say there are at least three powerful legions on that side? Or are you worried about falling? 】

Malcador reached out and pulled the hat, hiding himself under the shadow of the hood again.

"You know what I'm talking about, Lord of the Pale."

Macado paused.

"If you want to be more secure, it's time to try using your new abilities."

"At least we need to hold on here and stabilize a large rear area."

"…Then, you can try something else."

【I will. 】

A hoarse voice sounded, and the silent shadow disappeared into the mist.

Malcador sighed. The storm has not subsided yet, making it difficult to locate and set sail. Should they wait for the Star Torch to rekindle - or is it another miracle?

"You can leave later."

The old man suddenly said again,

"In order to maintain regional stability, Guilliman plans to establish a short-term autonomous country, and he plans to make you the war commander..."

"...You need to at least show up."

There was no response. Malcador stared at the little Death Guard at his feet. The little guy stopped after his second attempt to climb onto Malcador failed and stood there staring at Malcador.

+ Not interested! +

The little guy screamed.

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Warmaster.

A wonderful word that represents power, responsibility, the surrender of hundreds of millions of people, the command of thousands of stars...

But these are not the most important.

Most importantly, it represented his trust in the Chosen Son.

But the lion knows that true trust does not require rewards.

Leon Jonson stood silently on the bow of the Indomitable Truth with his head held high, and the glow of the exploding star slowly flowed from the other side of the porthole and dripped under his feet.

The Dark Angel, who was originally hovering near the Night Lords, preparing to guard and judge the Eighth Legion, encountered some minor difficulties in this star field.

This was supposed to be a vindication done by the way, a medium-sized galaxy, countless industrial planets, and a huge forging world.

But the Star Torch went out just as they began to drop the swords of war.

Then, madness sets in.

Perhaps any primarch would feel confused and crazy about what he saw next, what he realized, and what he thought after seeing all this.

But he is Leon Jonson.

So, after losing a quarter of the fleet, initiating the Icarus Protocol, and detonating a star with great potential for habitable systems,

The dark angel once again became the sharp sword under the lion's hand. Even if the blade was worn, it was stained with blood and exuded an unpleasant smell of blood.

There was a soft sound of footsteps, and the lion didn't need to look back to know that it was Coswayne.

"My father, the fleet is ready to set sail again."

[Have you caught the whereabouts of my brother? 】

"According to the news from the surveillance matrix, there is an 83% probability that the Eighth Legion's Night Lord's last subspace jump is moving towards Baal."

"but,"

Coswayen paused.

"According to predictions, their voyage should not be too smooth. The monitoring matrix detected other psychic fluctuations and headed straight for the Eighth Legion."

The lion's eyes calmly reflected a blazing galaxy, where billions of lives would be reduced to ashes. Any creature with a conscience would feel hesitant and hesitant, but the lion would not.

Because he knew it was the right thing to do.

【get ready,】

Leon said,

[If my brother and I encountered the same treatment...then I think we can go to trial. 】

He didn't think Conrad Coates could survive this.

Now hope is gone, the Star Torch is extinguished, the Emperor, the Warmaster, all of them have disappeared, Chaos is everywhere, but fortunately the lion never relies on those to fight.

He only fights for loyalty.

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[I want to see Conrad Coates. 】

Phoenix bent down, his long silver-white hair hanging on Sevatar's shoulder armor, while Sevatar's dark eyes stared at Fulgrim unblinkingly.

On normal days, during the Great Crusade, Sevatar would never have done this. It was disrespectful to the original body.

But now the order is broken and it is no longer what it used to be.

In the broken galaxy, the original body is just a rag doll unable to control its own destiny.

Sevatar is the last talker of the Eighth Legion, and he cannot show his cowardice.

"grown ups,"

Sevatar smiled as hard as he could, his fake smile uglier than crying, showing the fangs underneath.

"My father said he didn't want to see you."

Sevatar said softly, and Fulgrim narrowed his eyes dangerously. The original body put a slight force on Sevatar's long fingers on Sevatar's shoulder armor, and Sevatar's shoulder armor let out a whine that was about to break.

[Did he say that - or do you think he should say that? 】

Savita, the conscience of heaven and earth, thought that this time it was really Konrad Curze who said it himself. Although he locked Curze up, tied him to a pillar, extracted gene seeds at the maximum frequency, and did not feed him to reduce the frequency of his madness - - But the conscience of heaven and earth, this time it was really Conrad Coates who said it himself.

Even though he was going crazy when he said this.

Sevatar grinned again, but this time it was simply a mockery. The endless suffering had already made him no longer afraid of the original body.

Fulgrim saw something was wrong with the Night Lord, just like Sevatar saw something was wrong with the Phoenix.

Sevatar silently crossed Fulgrim off the list of candidates to defect to, and now only Sanguinius remained on the list.

"My lord, in the name of the Emperor, this is what Konrad Curze says himself, but if you insist on seeing him - then I can disobey his orders."

Fulgrim pushed Sevatar away violently, and Phoenix snorted contemptuously.

[Same as what I thought,]

Fulgan said coldly,

[Greedy guys, what do you want to let my brother go? 】

Sevatar spread his hands in vain,

"Sir, a stable place where we can rest. This was not our original intention, but after the star torch was extinguished and my father's condition became worse day by day, we had to do this."

Fulgrim was silent, and Sevatar could see a corner of his gorgeous, exquisite appearance, which was filled with endless fatigue and doubts.

【There is always a place to rest,】

Forgan said,

[Now, take me to my brother—no tricks, or the Emperor's Children may tear your fleet to pieces at any time. 】

Sevatar turned sideways to make way for Phoenix,

"I obey your orders, but please allow me to say the last word. My father Konrad Curze said that he does not want you to go to him."

【lead the way. 】

Great!