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

Chapter 457 2.37 The fight between the Legion Commander and the Legion Champion

【traitor! 】

The lion's roar spread in the darkness, and in the faint light, the sound rushed into the darkness and disappeared far away.

It reminded Leon of his home planet, the forests of Caliban, where the Lion had spent an absolutely eternity.

Caliban, a planet near Cygnus-X1, holds secrets, its forests, beasts tainted by Chaos, and the truth about the Warp.

And Leon Jonson was there, facing this alone, until his adoptive father Luther discovered the "savage" in the forest.

Later, this complete beast was "tamed" by Caliban's knightly culture and became a knight.

But in fact, deep down in Leon Jonson's heart, he is still a beast.

Only the loyal beasts will survive.

Rather than just a crazy lunatic.

The King of Knights stopped in an open plain. He walked slowly in place, holding a lion sword in his hand, and the angel wings on his helmet were like erect ears.

The darkness here is never quiet. It whispers and rustles like countless rodents crawling in the darkness.

A steady, majestic baritone sounded,

[Give up resistance and I can give you a neat death, Curze. 】

The monster climbing on the pipe in the darkness chuckled.

[Poor little kitten, has no one ever told you that your arrogance always leads to disaster? 】

Leon listened carefully to Coze's movements, and the First Legion had also begun to take action. From the vibrations on the floor of the Night Veil, the lion judged that the battle on the other end was also fierce.

[If you hope to anger me, you are wrong, I am not Fulgrim. 】

Kurtz laughed crazily, and at the same time as the laughter reached the lion's ears, sharp claws rushed straight to the lion's head from behind!

Curze swooped over——

Without any hesitation, Leon lowered himself. He heard the sound of the breathing hose being scratched, saw the black shadow passing above his head, and the lion sword in his hand stabbed straight upward!

After realizing that the King of Knights did not turn around to fight back, but directly squatted down to avoid it, Coze let out an angry roar in his throat, but the next moment, his roar was interrupted by blood spattering.

The red blood drew beautiful arcs in the air and splashed on the eyepiece of the hunter's helmet. The bright red, smelly blood dots emitted heat.

In the lion's stance, the silver-white sword blade flickered out cold light, and he wiped off the blood spots neatly with one hand.

[You betrayed your blood, Conrad Coates. 】

Coz bared his teeth and clutched his abdomen, the blood that had flowed out had dried up.

Because he was imprisoned by Sevatar, he did not wear armor, but at the same time, he faced a heavily armed lion,

【betray? 】

His dark eyes were fixed on the tyrant, the real beast,

[Knighthead, don’t you understand the situation? Can't you see clearly who is loyal? 】

Jonson stared at Coze silently,

Curze began to move around. He was like a shadow shaking in the dark, tempting ignorant humans to fall into the same filthy mud pit as him.

He spit out venom from his mouth, spitting out the poisonous juice he had been forced to swallow countless times. These viscous liquids had already been mixed and fermented in the body named [Conrad Coze], brewing a poisonous wine called despair.

[He abandoned us. Look now, can you contact him? Can you contact the Warmaster - we are all discarded pieces of trash. 】

[Pure death will be the most merciful reward. Do you know what the price of dying now is? 】

[And you - you, Leon Jonson, my brother, do you still care about your empty title? Do you still want yourself and your legion to be praised in people's mouths? You consider yourself his executioner, the one who corrects his mistakes——]

found it.

Leon rushed straight towards Conracoz, and with the sound of gunshots, the knight swung his sword towards the target, turned around to avoid the attack, and then struck with his elbow. The dull thud told him that he was going to strike again. Hit Curze.

Curze screamed in pain, blood spilled from his mouth,

【I do not care. 】

The black-armored King of Knights stood in the darkness, with the dried blood stains on his eyepieces flashing red.

[Conrad Curze, I care nothing but the blood of traitors. 】

【This is my loyalty. 】

Curze let out an ear-piercing scream, his guts screamed in pain, and he decisively started running towards the exit. This shouldn't be the case! This shouldn't be the case!

The sound of the lion's running footsteps pursued him.

Another cold light shines in the darkness

[Curze, my brother, I think we need to have a talk. 】

The tip of the flaming sword hung above the deck. Fulgrim stared at Curze with unclear eyes. A strand of messy hair hung down from his forehead, echoing the traces of eye makeup that hung down.

【catch him! 】

Leon shouted directly. Forgan did not look at the lion. He was focused on Curze who was rushing towards him and towards the exit.

【He is harming you! 】

Curze shouted,

[He is harming you——Fulcan! You can't hang out with conceited people! They can't see the real monster at all, and they arrogantly think that the world is still the same! 】

Darkness has fallen long ago, and this place is no longer a human world - conceited people still think that the world can return to the way it was in the past, but hope is dead!

It's dead! The present pride will be an arrow shot towards the future self, and time will maximize its power.

You will twist, degenerate, and become a real monster. The past glory will no longer exist, and you will not be you. The longer they stay, the longer they live...the more they will degenerate into monsters!

No one can stop them, no one can deal with them, it's inevitable, the worst has happened, they are abandoned, without reinforcements, alone.

Cannibalism, skinning, vices turned into virtues, souls turned into slaves, in order to please the master, using life and war as a trick on each other, countless atrocities are happening, countless shocking crimes are carnival, people have surrendered, they have I sold myself to the devil for a moment's survival——

If you could really die now, go to sleep!

Don't wake up!

This is not home!

[Here—this is hell! 】

Curze roared in pain, Phoenix stared at Curze, he seemed to be leaving from the ventilation duct above him,

The next moment, Coze suddenly changed direction and crashed directly into Phoenix.

The huge inertia threw the two people farther away, and then hit the ground heavily.

The two giants instantly twisted into a ball, and Phoenix clearly heard the hissing sound of the flaming sword in his hand being inserted into Curze's chest. Curze gave up part of his defense, but in exchange for his hands tightly holding Phoenix's neck.

Forgan believed that his failure to wear a helmet was a major decision-making error.

Compared with him, the cautious lion puts on a helmet.

The thin Lord of the Night had great power at this moment. He pressed Fulgrim to the ground. Fulgrim looked up. He saw Coz's expression twisted in pain and crying. He saw the only person on the corridor. A lamp cast an icy gaze over their heads.

[...Sorry, sorry. 】

Curze murmured to himself,

[I'm saving you...brother...you shouldn't face those...let me try once...let me try once...]

The abandoned Phoenix will fall.

The bloody tears from the corner of Curze's eyes fell on Fulgrim's black tears from crying, and there were some sparkling glitter on them.

Curze didn't want him to fall.

But fate said so.

...destiny...destiny...

Let him try again.

Let him try... to change his destiny.

Curze's black eyes trembled. He felt the sound of the flaming sword chopping bones inside his body, and he felt the fragments of internal organs surging in his throat.

He was resisting, after he had sunk countless times, for his brother, for the brother who once spread kindness to him, and for...himself.

This was an almost fatal attack. Curze stared at Fulgrim, and in a daze, he saw Mortarion's hateful face.

The Lord of Death looked at him with a mocking smile, and the wrinkles around his eyes squeezed together in mockery.

【……destiny? 】

He said slowly,

[Let me ask you, Konrad Coates,]

[Is Sevatar still alive? 】

【Game! ! ! ! 】

Konrad Curze let out a cry that could shatter his eardrums. He staggered forward and took a step forward. The ruthless sword light barely missed his neck.

The lion frowned, and he struck the air with his sword.

Instead of pulling up Phoenix who was lying on the ground, he simply stepped over Phoenix and chased after Coze who was stumbling for his life.

But then, an earth-shaking explosion sounded - accompanied by the hum of the vents suddenly operating at full power.

In almost an instant, a thin layer of dim poisonous gas accumulated on the ground.

Curze laughed maniacally.

【Game! It's my game! 】

He instantly hid in the thickest accumulation of poisonous gas. Savita was smart - he used the poisonous gas used for the first two attempts to escape Curze, not the newly prepared one.

This means that Curze already has antibodies to this poisonous gas!

The lion was far more cautious than Conrad Curze thought. Because the breathing hose was broken, he chose to retreat and retreated to the side of the phoenix. Only then did Fulgrim stand up, and he looked even more embarrassed.

Leon Jonson stared dissatisfied at the exit that was blown up by the explosion. Large blocks of building blocks completely blocked the only exit here.

The size of the vents was simply too large for a primarch to pass through.

He frowned and called to his warriors over the communication channel.

"receive."

Dark Angel Coswayne said that he stood in the central control room of the Nightfall, holding a sharp blade in his hand, facing Sevatar who stared at him with a provocative smile.

Sevatar stood there, his hand resting on the console, and the gauntlet decorated with human skin had just pressed a certain button.

The porthole that occupies half of the cabin casts an eerie light on the two space warriors. The cracks in the subspace that the Dark Angels forcibly tore open have not yet closed, and the tides are swaying in the vacuum not far away.

The rest of the Dark Angels had not yet arrived, and as the vanguard, Coswayen rushed to the ground a little too fast.

But what shocked him was that the Night Lords didn't seem to have enough troops to resist his thrust.

Savita slowly used that hand to pick up a small microphone on the podium.

"My lord, what do you need? Your most loyal heir obeys your orders."

A harsh sound of electricity sounded, and then, Sevatar's voice sounded in the corridor where the three original bodies stood.

Curze laughed until he coughed;

[Poison gas No. 3, and Jusu! 】

he yelled, taking back the initiative.

Coswayen, who thought he was confronting Sevita, felt somewhat offended. The champion of the Ninth Knights raised his sword and struck at Sevita, trying to interrupt Sevita's behavior.

As if anticipating his move, the Prince of Crows moved like a dance, deflecting the attack with his halberd, and then immediately pressed another button with his other hand.

"Jusu dumping confirmation."

Mechanical sounds sounded in the empty command room.

"Confirm! Permission granted—Legion Commander Sevita!"

Coswayen gasped subconsciously, but the sword in his hand never stopped, and he swung again, and he stood still.

Coswayne stared at Sevita,

"who are you?"

Savita stared at him with a dead smile.

"The Prince of Crows, the Condemned, the true leader of the Night Lords, Sevatar."

"incredible,"

Coswayne said,

"The Night Lords have fallen so low."

Sevita stared at Coswayne. Of course he hoped to slow down time. In fact, he believed that the other party also thought the same.

They all believed that their Primarch could kill the opposing Primarch first and end the war.

At the other end, Curze screamed and threw a ball of giant element at the lion. The sticky thing stuck under the eyepiece. The next moment, the Lord of the Night knocked the lion into the fuel pile - and then he immediately ran away. open.

Corswain raised his sword and gave a curt symbolic salute, which was the tradition of knights.

For some reason, he didn't want to introduce his title to Savita... All words became bleak in front of the "real legion commander".

"My name is Coswayne."

"Commander of the Eighth Legion,"

Coswayen said briefly and somewhat disgustingly that he was thinking about the possibility of something,

"Now, surrender. The fleets of the First Army and the Third Army have surrounded you. You have already failed."

The strength of the Eighth Army was simply unable to compete with the two legions.

The Third Army had not realized what had happened just now, but the First Army reminded them and they took action quickly.

"Don't struggle pointlessly and surrender. Our Primarch will consider giving the Eighth Legion a way out."

Coswain thought,

"...We will give you a chance to escape the Primarch, Sevatar, if you order the Legion to give up resistance, the Night Lord's...Legion Commander."

The lion that was knocked into the fuel pile let out an earth-shattering roar. He struggled awkwardly out of the fuel pile and chased after Curze. Phoenix had already caught up.

Curze tore off the chains that had bound him, and the huge chains turned into whips in his hands - don't question the strength of an iron chain that could bind the primarch.

Curze, wielding two long whips, rushed toward Phoenix.

In the command room, Sevita laughed. He opened his hands innocently and stared at Coswayne.

"My cousin,"

He said, as if trying hard to show his sincerity,

"You have also seen that the Night Lords are now on the verge of being broken. Konrad Curze is crazy. I am just a poor ghost caught between the original body and the Legion,"

"If possible...I also hope..."

Sevatar said slowly, he took a step back, let the head decoration behind the armor rest against the command podium, and pressed the series of buttons without leaving any trace.

The central command room issued an order, and countless secondary control hubs began to operate on the Night Veil.

From a macro perspective, the Night Veil began to accelerate, rushing towards the subspace rift.

Sevatar counted silently in his mind, he knew what the original body meant...that crazy father could only mean that.

"...I hope all of you arrogant maniacs will die!"

Sevatar rushed towards Coswayne, and he shouted in self-defeat,

"What's the matter?! Never seen a legion commander acting as a dog for the legion champion?! A kitten?!"

Sevatar had just killed one. For him, it was an extremely bright future.

But there is no way. Who calls him the commander of the legion? He has to be responsible for the people in the legion.

No more, great!