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

Chapter 492 4.10 Corax’s Desperate Journey

Corax was silent, perched in the shadows of the Vengeful Spirit's ceiling, watching the Sons of Horus coming and going in front of him.

Warriors were walking back and forth, but no one noticed the thin original body in the ceiling.

【……】

Corax blinked, and his pure black pupils shifted to the one next to him——

On Sage Trazyn.

Today, two "people" are hidden on the ceiling of the Vengeful Spirit.

One is the tall and thin Primarch, and the other is the Sage of Trazyn whose origin is unknown.

Corax glanced at Trazin suspiciously, but in the end he said nothing.

Even when Horus joined the Raven Guard, Corax had noticed that Trazyn was special.

The sage who was originally on the White Scar fleet hurried to the Raven Guard ship and accurately predicted Corax's retreat route - using his mysterious tool to cut through the corridor of the Raven Guard fleet in advance .

In the hidden darkness, Corax looked at the green light on Sage Trazyn's face. Sage Trazyn's facial mechanical transformation was also rare.

Can an ordinary great sage really do this?

Corax was sceptical and recognized the Khan's suspicion of Trazin, but they maintained a tacit understanding of silence.

At least Trazin was here to help them.

Now the two armies are isolated and need more help.

Corax thanked Sage Trazin for his help. He even felt faintly grateful for it in his heart. In times of crisis, a key helping hand always seemed so warm.

So, on the ceiling of the Vengeful Spirit, Corax and Trazin looked at each other, and the original body decided to let these insignificant details go.

He would be wary of Trazin, but he would also trust him.

Corax gestured with his eyes to Trazin if he could dive into the depths of the Vengeful Spirit with him, and Trazin responded to the primarch with his determined green beacon.

So they set out.

This is a perfect stealth.

No one noticed the figure in the shadow, and no surveillance camera caught their speeding figure - it was not like someone in the past had left behind his crawling figure under the surveillance of the alien.

For Corax, sneaking is as easy as drinking water and breathing.

As for Trazin... no matter what, at least the backward human eyes or technology cannot detect him.

Relying on his previous memories, Corax moved towards the secondary command room of the Vengeful Spirit. What made the original uneasy was that this huge ship was like a living thing that was resurrecting. , this giant ship becomes hotter and more eerie.

The spirit of vengeance gave Corax the feeling that it was like Horus himself. Something was resurrecting in their bodies. They were controlled, parasitized, and were gradually becoming an empty shell.

Corax couldn't help but worry about the Khan again.

The Great Khan assured him that their brother Mortarion was enough to free them from the spirit of vengeance.

Mortarion?

Corax thought that his only encounter with the commander of the Fourteenth Legion was a glimpse at the Council of Nicaea, when Mortarion received the order from the Lord of Mankind to burn Prospero.

Corax frowned as he recalled. He didn't think there was anything amazing about the Mortarion he remembered - something amazing enough to allow him to defeat Horus.

Strong men are always easy to see at a glance, such as Sanguinius and the Lion. They all exude a certain aura that is terrifying and makes people subconsciously want to surrender.

Corax didn't think he felt it in Mortarion.

He began to be vaguely worried about Khan, but since the Khan had given his guarantee, Corax had no choice but to believe in Jaghatai.

At least... The corner of Corax's eye twitched. He heard the mechanical sound of Trazin climbing behind him. At least he was with the Great Sage now.

...Sanguinius... Sanguinius... thought Corax as the Primarch infiltrated his final destination,

The instruments that controlled the giant ship were beeping in the room. The mortal crew members were nervously working at their posts. The two navigators were mumbling something in the corner of the room. The Sons of Horus were carrying explosive bombs. Guns, stationed behind these working men.

Corax glanced at Trazin. For some reason, he began to like this strange sage. Trazin was not like the sages on Corax's home planet. Trazin was very different. Just the same - he had a certain lively sense of rebellion that Corax admired.

In short, he is not insensitive and has strong opinions.

The green indicator light on Trazin's face rang. The mechanical sage stretched out his hand and made an ancient "OK" gesture to the original body.

Corax read Trazin's hint that the sage meant that the primarch was ready to move.

Trazin has cut off the connection between this room and the outside world, blocking the door to prevent them from screaming. This is Corax's task.

Corax moved his raven claws slightly, and his lightning claws responded happily.

Move quickly and cleanly - grant them a quick death.

There was no light in the pure black pupils of the original body.

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【...Sanguinius? 】

Corax's surprised voice sounded, and the original body stood in front of the command table. His claws were covered with blood, but he still accurately rummaged through the documents on the table with his unbloody claws.

The original body's pupils opened slightly, and he saw words that he could not understand - the second kingdom of God, the archangel, the second war commander, the chief judge...

Sanguinius founded a new empire?

Or...religion-led?

For a moment, Corax didn't know whether Horus or Sanguinius was more insane.

Or maybe they're all crazy.

Since returning to the Empire, Corax has rarely seen normal people except for Guilliman.

They...are not normal.

Whether it was Horus who was targeting him, the Khan who vowed that Mortarion could do it, or Sanguinius who established himself as a god.

Corax was silent, but the movements of the original body's hands did not slow down at all. He noted the location of the tunnel - the passage leading to the [Dark Side].

He noted down the star path and coordinates to find Sanguinius, and Corax collected his evidence. Then he turned, glanced at Trazin, who seemed to be interested in the weapons in the hands of the Sons of Horus, and motioned to the Magi. It's time for them to go.

"enough?"

【enough. 】

They carefully retreated into the shadows again, and Corax had to be even more careful this time because of the smell of blood.

He didn't know what Khan's current situation was, so Corax decided to sneak back to the deck immediately and leave.

However, he underestimated the treacherous nature of the Vengeful Spirit.

This ship is alive. The way it came from is completely different from the way it left. The strange subspace waves have changed them. Corax sneaked in confusion, and he gradually frowned.

The aura of psychic energy was getting stronger and stronger, the air was almost frozen to the point of freezing, and an unsettling fishy smell was looming. It seemed that no matter where he went, he would only get closer and closer to the place that made him uneasy.

Trazin behind him made a noise,

"We have entered the part where subspace and the physical world overlap."

There was a mechanical sound, accompanied by the sound of gears rubbing.

【What can you do? 】

Corax gritted his teeth and looked at Trazin. The green light in Trazin's eyes flashed.

"I'm not very sensitive to the Warp - but with the detection tools our Forge World has made, I can give it a try."

"I'll lead the way."

Trazin paused for a moment, then the sage turned around and found a direction.

"This road can avoid them as much as possible, but I can't say."

Trazin said, "No matter what, we will pass by those two places with the strongest psychic energy."

【Lead the way,】

Corax whispered, touching the power whip at his waist,

[I believe you cast the wisdom of the people of the world. 】

"OK."

Trazin said cheerfully and they started on their way again.

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Corax had a hard time describing what he saw.

Rot filled everything, and he saw a huge cocoon that was taller than the original body. There was an altar on the Spirit of Vengeance.

Dead leaves rotted under his feet, and he saw a vague number of Death Guard corpses slumped under the breathing cocoon. Corax took a step back without leaving a trace, and the slime pulled out thin strips on the soles of his boots.

Corax was convinced that they were no longer in the physical world, and that a huge force was carefully maintaining the incubation here - which seemed to have no time to care about anything else.

Something is hatching in here.

Staring at the cocoon that could hold an entire primarch, Corax suddenly had an extremely ominous thought.

"We have to get through here."

Trazyn said, and Corax looked at Trazyn as if he was assessing whether Trazyn's words were still credible.

Trazyn stared back at him, the great sage without hesitation darting his eyes back to one of the primarchs who, by now, might have been kneeling tremblingly before Corax.

[Are you sure? 】

Corax asked softly, and Trazyn nodded firmly. After a moment of judgment, the original body chose to believe Trazyn's words.

He carefully and held his breath passed by the slowly breathing cocoon. As they rushed silently, they gradually left the rotten leaves behind. The rich smell of blood began to swirl at the tip of his nose, yellow and yellow. The copper chain lay on its side at the foot of the wall, watching them quietly.

Corax saw a pool of blood. The corpses of countless World Eaters were hanging upside down from the ceiling. Their heads were neatly chopped off, and blood dripped from the section of their necks into the pool of blood below.

[Are we going through here? 】

Corax asked softly, and Trazin nodded. The success just now gave the original body confidence, so he raised his feet soaked in a pool of blood——

"Get down!!!"

Trazin roared violently, Corax leaned down without hesitation, and then, a huge blood mist flower exploded in the sky above where the original body was just now.

The blood pool began to shake violently, and the entire Vengeful Spirit also shook. Corax was almost thrown against the wall by the bumps.

Corax tried to steady himself, and before his eyes, he saw a hand reaching out from the pool of blood.

At the same time, he heard the rustling and peeling sounds of insect cocoons behind him.

【...Can you contact Khan? 】

Corax said slowly. His channel couldn't reach the Khan, but maybe—maybe Trazin could.

"I've sent a signal for help."

Trazin said dryly, and the sage raised the Mekhan Ax in his hand in a ridiculous and futile manner. Two similar but completely different monsters appeared in front of them one after another.

Corax was also in despair today, the wound on his abdomen was aching.

He probably shouldn't have trusted Khan.

【I count down to three】

Corax whispered to Trazin,

[Then we ran and retreated - do you understand? 】

I've been quite busy recently, during the review week, and I'm sick. I'm really sorry. I'll update more during the holidays. No updates today.