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

Chapter 458 2.38 Everyone is upset

The world is upside down, there is no right or wrong here.

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In the chaos, the rugged Night Cruiser began to speed up. The haggard-looking queen lifted up her skirt that had been burned by fire and ran amidst the sound of silent gunfire. Her pointed high heels hit the starry sky, splashing bright lights with every step. of subspace waves.

Shining blue and bright purple splashed out in the deep night.

Her loyal soldiers followed her, even as their ranks were inevitably torn to shreds, the black and white knights stamping their feet and charging roughly at the helter-skelter survivors.

The knight's steel horse strode away from the queue, the powerful plasma engine spit out hot breath, and the sound of horse hooves shocked the night and shattered the curtain.

The man in purple robes with many gold ornaments joined the battle, but the sword flower he danced was extremely cautious. He hesitantly chased the exhausted lady, as if he wanted to use his hands with exquisite nails to grab the burnt torn legs of the night lady. Tattered clothes.

But in front of the queen and the knight who showed their fangs to each other and were willing to fight to the death, the nobles were obviously not qualified.

Guns against guns, dogfights on the decks of battleships, soldiers fighting in the cabins, kings against kings, generals against generals, primarchs against primarchs, captains of legions against champions of legions.

Konrad Curze's breath spurted foul blood as he lurked in the shadows, teasing the arrogant visitors.

The lightless night is his home field.

At this moment, the surging promethium and poisonous gas increased his winning rate.

[…You have no idea what you’ve done, Leo. 】

Conrad Coates hissed, and in a daze, the Lion King saw some kind of black shadow flashing across the ventilation duct.

He held the lion sword high. The lion was now in the shadows. Fulgrim did not follow. He followed Curze's footsteps into the slaughterhouse. Phoenix was trying to contact his heirs outside because Leon had confidence. Take out Curze alone.

【I know. 】

Leon Jonson said that if he does not hesitate, hesitate, or waver, he is right, he is loyal,

[You are the ignorant one, Conrad. 】

Curze sneered, and Leon heard the sound of the chain shaking.

【䱱……】

Curze spoke softly, and the Lord of the Night suddenly became terrifying, with uncontrollable anger and sorrow appearing on him at the same time.

[...You are about to make the prophecy come true, Leo. 】

The next moment, the flying iron chains rushed straight to Leon's face!

There was a crisp sound of metal collision, and Leon blocked the blow with his sword. The blood-stained iron chain tightly wrapped around his lion sword. The chain tightened in mid-air, and the sword body groaned like it was dying.

Leon held the hilt of the sword with both hands, his arms shaking slightly under the strong pull.

【Fool. 】/【madman! 】

Zheng!

The huge force on the other end suddenly disappeared. Leon, who had expected it, immediately pressed his back foot to the ground to stabilize his balance. The sword in his hand waved a silver thread in the air. The chain wrapped around the sword and couldn't swing down in time hit him. On the leg armor——

The lion roared, and in response was the roar of the monster. The weapons briefly connected, and fire burst out, reflecting the two of them.

An inhuman face that is twisted to the point of madness, a pair of helmets with blood splattered on the eyepiece that looks calm but is actually violent.

throat--!

The metal cracked open.

Curze spat teasingly at the lion, then retreated into the night before the lion could strike again.

On the Night Veil, there is only midnight.

And now, the night is still long.

Kurtz's goal was never the lion, he needed...he needed to get to the Phoenix.

Those who are arrogant, foolish, stubborn, slow and biased are the lucky ones who bite people the most.

He only knew how to make enemies for himself, and he only thought that killing the enemies in front of him would solve everything. He was wrong, a big mistake!

The last time, the last time, if Konrad Kurtz fails - then let them fall into eternal sin together!

Leon Jonson will pay for his sin of stupidity sooner or later!

Conrad rubbed his fingers, and small sparks flashed from his fingertips. He lowered his hands happily and snapped his fingers on the viscous liquid.

The bright fire suddenly exploded in the cabin, burning the night, reflecting Leon's face that wanted to kill Coz. The stubborn lion seemed to no longer want to think too much.

The fire rose up and burned Conrad's limbs. This was the pain of being judged, and he drank it like fine wine or an oasis.

In the old religions, fire dispelled ignorance and brought hope and light.

This was Conrad's last blessing to him and his brothers.

The space began to tremble, a few small sparks burst out in the cabin filled with turbid poisonous gas, and the footsteps began to float. This is the best evidence that gravity has become weird.

The Night Veil is rushing towards the subspace rift torn apart by the First Legion, moving forward in an indomitable manner.

Coswayne's pupils in the command room suddenly dilated. He realized Sevita's idea, and his attacks became more ferocious, but that damn bat also had amazing martial arts skills.

They fought in the command room, and Sevatar was almost crazy. He was not even afraid that Coswayne would attack the command table of Nightfall, splitting the buttons with knife marks, revealing the exposed wires inside.

It was as if they no longer needed the Glory Queen,

Corswain's questioning roar erupted,

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

Sevatar's halberd deflected the blade,

"It's what you want to do," the Lord of Crows said with raised eyebrows. He looked a little struggling, but it made people think that he was doing it with ease.

"The Night Lords just wanted to survive from beginning to end."

"You are the ones who attack first!"

It was Konrad Curze who was the first to attack Fulgrim!

Corswain roared, which silenced Sevatar for a moment, but then Sevatar's indifferent voice made the Caliban knight even more angry.

"It's not your turn to accuse me now. Why don't you go call one of the Emperor's Children?"

Sevatar said defiantly.

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Fulgrim gasped and stood at the exit of the bombed and collapsed corridor, raising his sword on guard.

He still... he still can't understand what happened, it all happened too fast.

From his belief that Curze was being imprisoned by the Scions, to Curze and Leon fighting each other with the intention of killing each other, Phoenix accepted all this absurdity. In his opinion, his brothers were the same as the world. They have all fallen into madness.

What happened?

Why did Curze want to kill him, and the lion firmly believed that Curze would commit some kind of... betrayal.

Phoenix, who found his companions for the first time since the star torch was extinguished, did not expect this scene.

He thought it would be a conversation, a discussion and response about future prospects, some topics about Feinus... but it would never be a fight with each other,

With the determination of the other party to die.

Crazy, this is all crazy.

Fulgrim once again wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He listened to the call of the son in the channel. His lord commander Eidolon was about to come. Phoenix took a step outside, and the Emperor's Son would blast through the corridor again. , then he will retreat directly.

Curze had gone crazy, and the lion looked at Fulgrim like he was looking at garbage. The King of Knights walked over him as if he were walking over a useless corpse.

It was obvious that what Johnson was exuding was - Fulgrim is useless, don't hold him back.

Fulgrim didn't think that either of the two primarchs he was facing now was someone he could trust or fight with.

...Give him some time...he should calm down on his own...and then go directly to Fainus...even if it's a corpse.

Emperor... Give him a brother who can communicate normally. Fulgrim felt that he was on the verge of collapse at this moment, and the biggest pain came from the "brother" he thought he could trust.

"My father! The bomb has been planted!"

An anxious call came from the other end of the channel, and Fulgan silently took a few steps outside. He seemed to hear the shaking of stones and the sound of fighting on the other end. The countdown began, and the bomb's display screen lit up with red light.

In the command room, Coswayne's sword had long been lying on the ground, as was Sevita's halberd. Coswayan angrily knocked Sevita against the command table, and smashed Sevita's table with his fist. A flat face.

【——Fugen! ! ! 】

Screams of madness and grief erupted from the raging flames ignited in the cabin, and a ghostly figure was reflected in Fulgrim's pupils. The time at this moment seemed to be stretched out extremely long.

Fulgrim swung his sword, and he successfully tore open Curze's flesh and blood, and blood spattered away, but the Lord of the Night's other hand held his arm tightly like a drowning man, and his eyes were full of pleading. tears,

In an instant, the figure of the hunter appeared in the firelight. Without hesitation, the lion danced in the air with his sword, turning a full moon.

In the time that slowed down, Fulgrim saw Coze's face, which had no time to grit his teeth due to the pain.

He heard the explosion behind him, and the flying rocks were about to reach his sight. Leon Jonson's helmet was broken into pieces by Curze, and his sharp eye was just exposed. Fulgrim saw the lion's contempt and ruthlessness. Eyes.

coward.

The lion said silently to Fulgrim.

For a moment, Fulgrim couldn't tell whether he wanted to kill him, but Curze, whose eyes were filled with tears, was his friend, or whether the lion who had saved him, but had contempt in his eyes, was his friend.

Or maybe they are neither.

Phoenix was in a trance.

The world must have gone crazy, he thought.

He no longer wanted to dwell on right or wrong. The only outcome of fighting a madman would be to be dragged into the same quagmire. The best way to deal with it was to stay away from him.

He started running backwards, and Coze's severed hand holding his arm was still holding him tightly. At the last moment, he saw Coze kneeling on the ground after the last failure, crying bitterly, and him. Beside him, the King of Knights stared at him as he left with an expressionless expression.

Hot flames burned behind them, outlining their crazy figures against the light.

Curze sobbed, he failed again.

Sevatar heard Curze's cries... Failed, he thought. He resisted Corswayne's anger and groped with his hands close to the command table. He penetrated deep into the split and opened the crack. Section safety lock.

Sevatar grinned a crazy smile.

The next moment, there was an explosion.

The Nightfall began to disintegrate as it rushed into the warp.

Great! No more...vomiting soul...