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

Chapter 522 4.40 Loyalty and Sacrifice

On the steel wasteland, Khan stood on the ground, turning his head. A short figure was reflected in the sharp eyes of the original body. Malcador held his head high, closed his eyes gently, and opened his arms.

In front of the young man, just a finger away from the tip of his nose was complete disorder. The earth sank like a knife, violent and disorderly sparks twisted and exploded in the air, the world here was upside down, and time was out of order.

Within a finger's reach, everything was screaming and crying, except for the figure pierced by a spear, which was like an isolated island floating on the surface of life, maintaining the last rules.

There was nothing to say. Malcador calmly opened his eyes. The boy blinked and took the first step——

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On Cadia, two cruisers collided. The explosion was as bright as the falling stars. The aftermath spread across the battlefield. The screams of the giant ships were silent. The people aboard were engaged in the last battle before their death. Countless battleships fell from them. The dying torso was ignored, the barrel was hot, and turned towards the enemy.

In this void battlefield, the sunken battleships are as complex as stars and as barren as weeds.

Every explosion would cost tens of thousands of crew members, but the wailing of hypothermia and suffocation could never be heard in the cold space.

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In every uninfected corridor of the Vengeful Spirit, small encounters broke out, war cries of loyalty and anger, prayers of piety and despair, the overheating alarm of the plasma gun buzzed, and grenades exploded before The ticking was deafening.

Stepping into the gap opened by a Death Guard ship at the stern, you see the mortal crew members who were rushed out of the Queen of Glory by the air pressure. Their mutilated and stiff bodies were thrown by the air current into the more distant darkness. Their eyes had not yet had time to close. His eyes have long been frozen, staring at you blankly or in horror.

You watch them, floating into the void,

Compared with them, the explosion behind them before the death of the giant ship was as small as the sound after a trigger was pulled, so far away and so small.

Still silent.

Blood sticks to your feet. You lift your feet and go deeper into the darker and more prosperous place. The armor fragments torn apart by the blade of the power sword, the chain sword, and the explosive bomb are soaked in a few finger-thick blood. The Space Marine Before he died, he did not let go of the sword hilt, and was shot out of his abdominal intestines and stomach by a heavy explosive bomb.

Intestinal juices mixed with green bile dripped from his smooth, waxed armor and mixed into the pool of blood on the ground.

His armor was well maintained, and even the thick bile left only a tear stain on the armor.

You look at him, his corpse is overlapped with the corpse of his enemy, looking like a comrade sleeping in the trench.

The battle here has long ended. The Sons of Horus have abandoned this place. You hear the silent rapid march of the Death Guard, and occasionally a few orders are issued.

You continue to walk in silence. In the corner, you hear the quiet, scared prayers of the mortals. So you walk over, and in an even darker place, you see the prayers of the dying Hades.

Space Marines often die neatly in battle, but mortals are not so lucky. They are like mud splashed by cannonballs, and no one cares whether they live or die.

After the initial landing battle, the war moved deeper. Those who were alive and could fight continued to move forward, while those who were dead and unable to move turned into flesh and blood under the feet of the army.

You don't know whether they spontaneously found a corner that would not hinder the legion's attack, or whether they were dragged over by their comrades in the auxiliary army. They staggered and leaned on each other, waiting for their final moment of death.

You heard their whispers, Pluto, you blinked, their faces pale due to blood loss became more numb and less painful. The people who fought to the death for the Death Guard were looking forward to a clean and painless death. Looking forward to a death that will no longer be noisy, you walked over and closed your eyes for them.

Leave those bodies behind and you move on.

The closer you get to the heart of the battlefield, the noisier it gets.

You first heard those deafening war cries. The distance between the words has blurred, leaving only the beast-like roar, which even overwhelmed the roar of the heavy bombs, the breath of the melta gun, and the smell of meat being roasted by the power sword. Being so crowded in the narrow corridor makes you want to vomit.

But you have long been accustomed to this, so you continue walking, and you see beasts tearing together with beasts, saliva spitting out of roaring mouths, and the shadows of swords and swords turning into one another.

First came the bullet, the small piece of metal ejected from the muzzle without any emotion. If it didn't tear open the enemy's chest and penetrate the heart, then the sword would scream. If it didn't cut off the enemy's head and cut off the artery, Then the men would grapple together, blow after blow, shattering skulls, driving noses into their tough faces, eyes bulging out ugly, staring at the owner of the fists.

The winner stood up with satisfaction, exhaled turbid air from his mouth, shook off the bones and fresh meat from his hands, picked up the sword that had been shot down by the enemy, and ran towards the next battlefield.

You walk on the battlefield and see mortals raising their guns at the giant space marines. You see the last warrior torn to pieces in the enemy circle. Death pours down like a heavy rain. You hear the sick laughter in the distance. Voice.

You stepped over countless deaths and continued walking deeper. When you opened a door, you saw Jialuo.

You stood there, stopped.

"Cowardly!"

Garro scolded, one of his shoulder armors was completely broken, his abdomen was smashed into a spider-web-like crack, blood was faintly visible from there, his helmet had been knocked off, and a piece of his face skin was torn off, revealing squirming muscles.

You almost couldn't recognize Garro, but his sword was still sharp.

"You and I just made the same choice!"

Abaddon roared, he looked much more embarrassed than Garro, but still full of energy, his sword connected with Garro's sword, fire splashed, and the two seemed to have chosen to shoot at the same time, but Garro was one step faster, and Abaddon's face had a new wound.

Abaddon hissed in pain, cold air entering his mouth from his scratched cheek. He stared at Garo with anger in his heart.

"As a son of Horus, I am loyal to Lupercal! This is my duty! It is an honor that I am willing to sacrifice!"

"Coward," Garo raised his sword and stared at Abaddon. Abaddon's ability to resist injuries is quite good... Even among the Death Guards who are known for their toughness, Garo could not find a few warriors who could match Abaddon.

Abaddon's skills are not very advanced, but his combat endurance is extremely high. At the same time, in battle, he will quickly see the opponent's flaws and attack accordingly.

Garro looked up and stared at Abaddon with contempt, "Abaddon, listen carefully." The old soldier gritted his teeth, his voice was low but his words were clear, "I am loyal to the Emperor. If Mortarion rebels, I will kill him immediately and then commit suicide to apologize." "You!" Abaddon's pupils trembled, and he looked at Garro in disbelief. He was sure that his heart had just trembled violently. He remembered the split of the Four Kings' Conference. Even Seganus, who was most opposed to his father, and Loken after that, had never been as cruel as Garro! Abaddon subconsciously looked at the other Death Guards. Garro's words were too rebellious, but what frightened Abaddon even more was that these Death Guards who were immersed in fighting the black armor seemed to completely agree with what Garro said! Garro raised his sword again and chopped, he shouted, "For the Emperor!" Abaddon's pupils dilated, and in the deepest part of his heart, Abaddon shrank for a moment. For Garro, this moment was enough! With a feint, his sword passed through Abaddon's defense zone, raised up, and after a crisp sound of sword ringing, he held the sword with both hands. With his knuckles numb, Garo saw Abaddon's sword flying down to the ground. His sword did not stop and continued to stab at Abaddon.

Abaddon reacted, he pulled his hand to block and held the sword. Abaddon was very strong, but relying on inertia, Garo continued to stab down and kicked Abaddon at the same time.

Abaddon fell backwards and fell to the ground, and Garo fell down with the trend, using his own weight to stab the sword in his hand.

Squeak——!

In Abaddon's tightly clenched hands, Garo's sword groaned, and the sharp tip of the sword was against Abaddon's nose. Abaddon clearly saw the blood oozing from his nose.

He raised his eyes and saw a face like a killer.

Garo's eyes did not blink, and his gray eyes were full of ruthlessness and coldness, and a shadow shrouded his face.

Abaddon wanted to kick Garro away, but his legs were also held apart by the experienced Garro, and he could not exert any force.

Abaddon heard the roar of his comrades, but his companions' rescue was stopped by the Death Guards with even more crazy sacrifices.

They stalemated for half a second, and Abaddon's arms began to tremble, and he also saw Garro's face with bulging veins and wide eyes.

The panting mouth opened, breathing like a demon laughing.

Abaddon felt the muscles in his arms bursting, and he could even feel the blood oozing from his skin. He just persisted... but the other side of death was slowly and unstoppably sliding towards him.

In the wrestling, Abaddon felt his hearing organs burst, and in a dizzy buzzing, only Garro's firm gray eyes were judging him.

The sharp tip of the sword gradually pierced into the flesh.

For a moment, Abaddon thought he envied Garro.

He envied Garro who could easily say the Primarch of Sin and Punishment.

He just...can't. Abaddon thought of the quarrel at the Four Kings' Conference. If Seganus had been tougher, would things have been different?

But that was Horus Lupercal, their father.

He had been loyal, followed his whole life, and given everything for him.

He couldn't do it, Abaddon couldn't do it.

He could do anything, but he couldn't betray his father. This blood oath was deeply engraved in his bones and in the depths of his soul.

He, Ezekiel Abaddon, would never betray Horus Lupercal.

The blood vessels in Abaddon's arms burst, and he felt a piercing pain in his arms. Let go, let go of him, and end your life, Abaddon.

Abaddon thought tremblingly, he struggled in the chaos, and chose Horus with difficulty, but he was tired - the moment he saw Garro, Abaddon knew that he was too tired.

His hand slowly relaxed -

Bang! ! !

The gate guarded by the Sons of Horus was suddenly smashed open from the other side, which distracted Garro for a moment. Abaddon finally succumbed to his huge desire to survive. While Garro was looking at the intruder in astonishment, he pushed Garro away and rolled over and lay down in the team of the Sons of Horus.

Abaddon re-entered the team, and he looked at the intruder with blurry eyes while panting. It was only then that he realized that both armies had ceased fire.

He saw... a headless primarch lying on the ground, his body almost torn apart by rough claw marks.

But this body is still struggling to climb forward, in a posture that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Abaddon's pupils trembled. He looked along the blood stains in horror and saw the head rolling out, golden liquid gushing out,

+Death Guard...+Blood spilled from Luojia's mouth, +Quickly...intercept the Horus fleet...Cadian bombing. +

Luo Jia's head lying on the ground struggled to roll to Jia Luo's side. He kept his eyes open and exhausted all his strength to say the last words,

+Horus wants...to die together...quickly...quickly...leave...me alone+

Jialuo stared at Luojia's severed head in shock, but then he realized something. Almost at the same time, Jialuo began to try to report on the channel, but the stinging sound of electricity told him that the radio waves here had been blocked. cut off.

Without a trace of hesitation, Jialuo immediately led the Death Guards to retreat. Jialuo retreated and tried to leave, but then, a bomb hit him on the way to retreat.

On the other side of the door pushed open by Luo Jia, laughter came from the dark corridor.

[Loujia... Luojia Aurelion, we are obviously no longer brothers... Why do you still understand me so well? 】

In the darkness, out of the mad Horus.

Garro tried to retreat again, and a few more explosive bombs were fired. Blood splashed out, and the fearless Corina who blocked the bullets of the original body for Garro fell down.

This allowed Jialuo to successfully retreat out of the hall, and he began to run while calling the surrounding fleets as much as possible.

Horus walked out slowly and complacently, holding Luojia's scepter in his hand. At this moment, the flashing scepter had already turned into an ordinary stick.

【Go and chase. ] Horus said, hitting a few more casually, and the retreating Death Guards fell down. Abaddon immediately responded and led the black armors to chase them out.

Horus shook his head, happily raised his scepter, and stabbed Luojia's fallen body. The dirty body penetrated the long pole, and then he set up Luojia as if he was raising a flag. Jia's body.

Horus hummed a tune, bent down, picked up Luojia's head, held the severed head in one hand, and walked back to the corridor from whence they came.

There was blood dripping from the broken neck.

You stood there and watched the whole process. You turned your head and looked at the place where Jia Luo left. Finally, you chose to walk towards the corridor where Horus left.

You followed them and heard the chants of Horus,

[Yes, yes, they are all traitors. 】

Horus said softly, stroking and playing with Lorgar's bald head with his fingers, as if playing with a skull, but Lorgar still had flesh and blood, [I will tell you good news, Lorgar, Guilliman and Angron's The army is coming, they are at the outermost edge of the Eye of Terror. 】

"Traitor," Horus said, pointing his finger at Luojia, "Traitor, traitor, traitor——"

He put away his hand and pointed at himself, [Traitor. 】

+You...can't do this...+

Luojia gasped.

[No, I can. 】

Horus raised his head and looked thoughtfully at the darkness surging at the end of the corridor. He patted Luojia and said, "Don't worry, Mortarion will not come this way." 】

[Thanks to your prayers, the ghosts on this road will come up faster. 】

Horus sneered. He threw Lorgar's body to the ground, pulled out the scepter, and broke the original body's limbs. Then he raised Lorgar's head and stared at Lorgar.

【Cry... just know how to cry. ] Horus said, [Isn't it wonderful - if our father is not cruel enough, then let me do it. 】

The Horus fleet and cyclone torpedoes were waiting quietly in the equatorial orbit of Cadia.

[At least I can help him get rid of the betrayed Second Empire, and the existences in the subspace will live in peace for a while... As for Sanguinius...]

Horus was silent for a moment;

[Maybe he was just confused for a moment? But at least I took away most of the dark side's supplies, and they won't pose an actual threat to the empire. 】

Horus laughed, [And I...and my fleet...]

He looked at Luo Jia ambiguously, [Those dark side fleets that choose to support me... are also a threat. 】

The black realm was almost at their feet. Horus directly threw Luojia's head onto his corpse, then penetrated the head and corpse with his scepter, nailing Luojia to the ground.

[Okay,] Horus said easily, [since you believe in him, I will let him grant you absolute death. 】

Then the Warmaster turned around and left.

The surging waters of Hades rose.

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Horus passed by your shoulder, and you looked at Luojia's tattered body and felt sad.

Luojia still whined, not because of the fear of death, but because he felt fear and self-blame because he could not stop Horus' behavior.

You close your eyes and open them again. You are already standing in front of Luo Jia. You squat down and reach out to him.

He was still struggling, but he was able to rest.

Enough is enough.

...Hades...Hades...!

You stood up and turned around, hearing a call from Cadia.

Malcador coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, "Hades, come back!!!"

The young man shouted at the top of his lungs.

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Horus stood at the end of the corridor, watching Luojia's body sink completely into darkness.

Then he turned around and started chasing Gaara.

OK, no more!