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

Chapter 462 2.42 Blood Exchange

The archangel stared at Curze,

He took a deep, deep breath, and the angry blood in his eyes faded away, leaving only the coldness that would last forever.

Staring at Curze, the archangel saw the slowly collapsing statue of the flesh-and-blood God Emperor in his peripheral vision.

To be honest, he was tired.

Sanguinius was tired now.

The whole world has gone to hell.

And Sanguinius was standing in the middle of the burning world.

On the dark side of the empire, countless planets are falling. The archangel can imagine the hell-like scenes on earth above.

The imperial truth preached by the empire was broken, demons emerged from the shadows, and in the flames, people screamed and embraced each other, and finally transformed into monsters in the face of collapsed faith.

The determined soldiers may still be struggling to hold on. They are guarding high towers, guarding warehouses, and guarding airports. They use their few remaining ammunition to desperately support the last glimmer of hope in their world.

Maybe their sages used their bodies to lift the last radio transmitter, maybe their workers used their lives to protect the last signal array tower, maybe their soldiers used their flesh and blood to make the last spaceship successfully set sail——

But in this muddy world, where can they go?

hopeless.

To those beings, the time spent by mortals using flesh and blood to accumulate life is meaningless.

Because these years without light will never end.

They can survive an hour, three hours, a day, or a week relying on their faith in humanity, but when the last bullet is fired, those creatures that never die will come back.

They are facing blasphemous creations, facing monsters twisted by their wives and children, facing hopes that are invisible and imaginary in their own imagination - what reason do you have to criticize them and tell them not to collapse or surrender? Woolen cloth?

Collapsed, surrendered, died.

The final outcome will be to turn into evil spirits in hell.

No one came to save them, no one told them that there should be hope in this world.

The angel's eyes were tired.

The truth of the Empire was wrong, and on the dark side of the Empire, its collapse brought even more unacceptable consequences.

This makes people mentally defenseless.

… They need faith to arm themselves.

The Archangel of Baal knew this.

Strong people are needed to save them, even if it means bringing a glimmer of light to their world, they must also tell them that their hard support is meaningful and their struggle has results.

He needs to... establish a beacon of faith in the dark side of the empire as quickly as possible.

Every minute, every second, hundreds of millions of lives are lost, millions of worlds are set on fire, and now someone needs to stand up and tell them that this world can be saved.

...instead of being trapped on Baal by the demon tide, arguing with his crumbling brothers.

Lions don't understand the value of life, and Coze can't protect himself.

A strong person who does not seek his position is derelict in his duty.

The archangel stared at Curze tiredly. To a certain extent, Sanguinius, who was also a precognition type, could understand Konrad Curze's pain.

But there is always greater suffering in this world, suffering that is enough to overwhelm individual suffering.

Sanguinius stared at Conrad impassively as he shoved Curze backwards.

The Lord of Night hit the statue of the Flesh God Emperor, and the heavy weight of the original body caused the statue to collapse immediately. Curze collapsed to the ground, with sticky pieces of flesh and blood underneath him.

Curze looked up and saw the archangel walking towards him against the light, the flickering candlelight burning on the archangel's blood-red shoulder armor.

Conrad felt his eyes burning, and he covered his eyes in pain. He wanted to laugh, to speak sarcastically, and to tell the angel that what he saw was only a small part of the prophecy of the Lord of the Night.

Curze chuckled, his broken mandible making an unpleasant friction sound as he laughed vaguely.

He tried... He failed... His struggle was a necessary process for destiny to complete a link - Conrad Curze and Leon Jonson personally pushed Fulgrim into hell.

...He obviously fought... Fulgrim would fall. He tried to kill Phoenix before that happened, but he failed, and he failed again.

Angel...angel...what will you do? You go to resist fate, but fate tells you that your resistance is the necessary condition for it to happen.

You can only watch the world burn.

In a daze, Konrad Curze began to envy Mortarion - the Pale Lord successfully escaped his destiny, he escaped from his destined destiny, relying on that person, relying on that person...

but……

Konrad Curze thought painfully and twistedly, whether the result of their fight against fate would include half of the galaxy that is now dead?

If they didn't fight, would there still be a dark side of the Empire now?

Curze panted, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the shadow of the angel fell over him. The archangel squatted down and stared attentively at Conrad Curze's pupils that were about to dilate——

This generally means that the Lord of the Night is about to enter a new round of strong prophecies.

The archangel's eyes sparkled with blood,

【I can also predict,】

Sanguinius said that he could see the future of some things.

He watched Conrad gasp and shook his head slightly sarcastically. The Lord of the Night was telling him that the prophecy experienced by Sanguinius was completely different from what he experienced.

Konrad Curze's prophecy ability is the strongest among the original bodies. He often falls into the scene of prophecy, and then returns to reality at unknown times. Prophecy and reality are intertwined, and he has long been unable to distinguish them.

The fangs at the corners of the archangel's mouth shone coldly,

【I know,】

Sanguinius said softly,

[I know that what you have experienced is not the same as mine. 】

The archangel paused.

[With your blood before... I saw something. 】

He saw the fallen Fulgrim and the Third Primarch who was pushed into hell by two bastards himself.

Then, something else flashed past.

But at that time, Sanguinius had to suppress Curze and the Lion King, so he used the name of the God-Emperor to get rid of the illusion in time.

Now he comes to confront the prophecy.

Sanguinius reached out and straightened Curze's head, forcing the Night Lord to face him.

[Let’s make a bet,]

Sanguinius said slowly and logically,

[Facing the prophecy together, if I survive, then you need to take the initiative to atone for your sins - even if your state does not allow you to lead troops normally, you can also cooperate with your legion commander to extract gene seeds. 】

【If I don't make it through,】

The archangel said,

[Then you are right, you win, Conrad. 】

Curze couldn't pray to the God-Emperor, he needed other faiths, the Archangel thought.

But that's after this.

The archangel saw that Coze's pupils suddenly dilated, and the Lord of the Night began a new round of struggle.

No, no no no... no...

Curze thought that the Archangel was still good, and he couldn't be driven crazy by the prophecy.

But deep down, the sinful side of Konrad Coates was roaring, Show this arrogant angel, show him! Let him see it! Let him know your pain! you are right!

In front of Sanguinius, Curze suddenly stopped, and a few faint characters came out of his broken mouth,

Sanguinius's wings trembled slightly,

Konrad Kurtz is talking about...Ho...Russ...

Yes, the prophecy of the Lord of the Night will reveal the most cruel scene that is most undesirable to be seen.

This means that the Archangel will see his best friend.

Sanguinius was silent for a moment.

He is measuring.

Finally, Sanguinius took one of Curze's hands and he stretched out his fangs.

At the same time, he handed his wrist to Coz's mouth,

[If you want to start betting, then bite down. 】

The lunatic bit it down without any hesitation.

The archangel no longer hesitated and stabbed it in.

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Outside the cell, Sevatar stared at the two originals who fell into coma at the same time.

Falling into a stage of doubting life.

Was he a witness to some ritual?

No more, great!