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

Chapter 460 240 The Archangel is desperate, but he doesn’t say anything

Chapter 460 2.40 The Archangel is Desperate, But He Doesn't Say

A long time ago, Sanguinius understood a truth,

People need an angel.

A holy, heroic, perfect Archangel.

This is Sanguinius,

He spreads his wings, provides shelter for those in need, and brings them spiritual conversion.

He is perfect and powerful.

But is this really the truth of the thing called "Sanguinius"?

Under the broken mask, anger emerges.

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[So,]

The angel smiled, his scarlet pupils were hidden by his slightly narrowed eyes, and no sadness or joy could be seen,

[None of you wants to betray the Empire. ]

He stated this fact calmly, and this time, no one would disturb him.

Sanguinius breathed calmly, and the Archangel was now sitting - the thing he used as a simple chair was still trying to struggle, and Curze under him made a gurgling sound of coughing blood, as if trying to refute Sanguinius's idea.

The angel's wings moved, and gave Curze a wing roughly. After a few sounds of broken bones, the Lord of the Night completely quieted down.

"Sitting" opposite the archangel was Leon Jonson. The lion leaned against the bulkhead with all his strength, and the blood that flowed out "frozen" him to the wall.

Even in anger, the archangel knew that each primarch had different bottom lines.

But this lion had broken more than 30 bones for the time being.

[So,] the angel smiled, [What is going on now? ]

[A completely destroyed Queen of Glory, two legions fighting. ]

The lion hissed and spit out words. Even if he was pulled away by the archangel's "force", he still maintained his pride.

[Curze betrayed, he tried to kill Fulgrim. ]

The truth was told, and in a trance, the lion king felt that the person in front of him was not an angel, but a more terrifying existence.

The smile on the corner of the angel's mouth disappeared.

He had a cold face and lowered his eyes.

[Then let me see the truth. 】

Sanguinius said casually, he stretched out his hand, took off the gauntlet on one hand, revealing the hand covered by armor.

Leon's eyes widened suddenly.

The archangel had nails as sharp as Curze's, but neater.

Sanguinius tilted his head, he seemed to be picking, and finally he chose a place on Conrad Curze's neck that looked relatively intact.

The archangel wiped the skin casually with his hand,

[Forgive me Curze,]

The archangel said gently,

[This determines whether I will kill you next. 】

Space Marines can drink or eat the flesh and blood of the enemy to obtain information and memories of certain enemies.

Among several legions, before Sanguinius returned, the Ninth Legion was the most addicted to this. This ability was not just for obtaining information, but turned into a kind of cruel instinct.

In high-intensity battlefields, the Ninth Legion would even eat each other.

Therefore, they got a terrifying title-

Ghouls.

It was not until Sanguinius returned to the Legion that the situation of the IX Legion improved, and that history was finally abandoned and hidden in the depths of history.

Conrad seemed to try to struggle, but after being slapped by the angel's wings, it seemed that his jaw was completely shattered, so he could not speak to resist.

The fingertips pierced the skin and blood flowed out.

Now it is not the worst, the angel thought-because no matter how dirty the traitors are, their blood is still bright red.

After that, the archangel is hard to say, he has seen with his own eyes what the converted cultists have become.

Sanguinius raised his hand and drank the testimony of the Lord of Night.

The three of them were still in the hissing and leaking space capsule. The temperature inside the capsule was now almost the same as the vacuum outside, but the archangel had no intention of changing the trial venue.

After experiencing just now-real rage-real bloody hell, the two conflicting primarchs agreed-the current angels really might throw one of them into the vacuum.

Lion was silent. He looked at Sanguinius. The Archangel drank the blood too skillfully, even with a little urgency.

The blood spread, and the Archangel closed his eyes calmly. He lowered his hand casually in a somewhat decadent manner, and the blood dripped from his fingertips.

Inexplicably, Lion Johnson and Conrad Curze kept a tacit silence during the time when the Archangel closed his eyes.

The Archangel's eyelids trembled slightly. He seemed to be experiencing nightmares one after another. He couldn't help but twitch slightly.

The cabin was silent. The stars peeked at the three Primarchs through the cracks in the cabin. Baal's constant sun cast a clear boundary between light and dark in the cabin.

For a moment, the King of Caliban's intuition told him to draw his sword and prepare for battle. The enemy was the Archangel in front of him.

But the next moment, that intuition quickly dissipated, without a trace, and turned into dust.

The Archangel, who was deeply trapped in the illusion, trembled at the corners of his mouth, and then the arc became larger and larger--

[...God Emperor above. 】

Leon's pupils trembled violently. He, as well as Curze, clearly heard what Sanguinius had just said.

Sanguinius finally went crazy? !

Leon began to struggle, and the knight of Caliban struggled to stand up again, trying to reach the sword lying on the ground.

An unarmored hand held his outstretched hand firmly.

No progress.

Leon stabilized his thoughts. He turned his head calmly and saw the archangel with a straight face and tears of blood streaming from the corners of his eyes.

【...I'm fine. 】

Sanguinius said hoarsely,

But that's not how he answered Leon when he held the Lion King's hand. The hand held tighter and tighter - which made the broken arm armor completely overwhelmed, and the lion's blood overflowed from the archangel's clenched fingers.

Those scarlet eyes stared intently at the thick fog of Caliban. After reading Curze's memories, the angel seemed to have a brief hatred for the Lion King.

After a brief confrontation, Leon silently gave up the wrestling. He retreated again. The archangel let go of his hand with satisfaction, and blood dripped from his palm.

【Now come to see you. 】

Sanguinius said with a deadpan expression as the vampire began to drink blood, much to the lion's subtle displeasure, the archangel was quickly removed from the lion's memory.

Sanguinius was silent. He stared at the lion silently. For a moment, Leon suspected that the sculpture named [Archangel] was broken.

The Archangel sighed deeply and deeply.

He buried his flawless face into his hands that were stained with blood, and rubbed his face in self-abasement.

Then the angel raised his face and stared at the lion expressionlessly,

【Now,】

[I announce my verdict,]

Sanguinius said,

[You, the Dark Angels and the Night Lords, can all be stationed in Baal, and they can only--must be stationed in Baal. The empire's forces cannot withstand such internal strife again. 】

【What's the meaning? 】

The lion stared at the angel, his eyes became playful,

[Sanguinius, you mean - Conrad Curze is not guilty? 】

The angel rarely paused for a moment.

"No," said Sanguinius, "he is guilty." 】

Maybe you do too, Leo.

The angel said dullly in his heart.

But telling him Fulgrim's prophecy now might just be a waste of trouble.

[Conrad Curze can be locked up, but as long as the Night Lords are willing to cooperate, then Baal welcomes them. 】

【besides,】

The angel narrowed his eyes,

[Leon, I think you should learn a word. 】