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

Chapter 532 4.50 Moth! Moth!

In the darkness, the unique flapping sound of moth wings sounded, and in the corridor with flashing green light, two black figures struggling on the ground were reflected.

[Go...die. 】

The sound of gnashing teeth came from under Mortarion's breathing mask. His eyes were wide open, and the flames and bloodshot eyes were mixed.

He held the dagger tightly with both hands and exerted force downwards. The tip of the dagger penetrated Horus' palm, and poisonous blood seeped out, pointing directly at Horus' face along the tip of the knife. However, no matter how hard Mortarion exerted his force, The dagger in his hand cannot get any closer.

【--die! 】

Mortarion let out a distorted scream, and the wings behind the Pale Lord flapped more violently. Horus's eyes were splitting, and one of his hands was tightly holding the dagger that Mortarion was stabbing at him. , the other hand with the lightning claw stabbed into Mortarion's chest and abdomen, the sharp blade poked out from the back, the electric arc crackled, with a burning smell.

Horus squeezed out blood from his clenched teeth, [...mad...man! 】

A dazzling electric arc suddenly exploded from his lightning claws, but Mortarion did not move at all despite the pain! Long mist spewed out from the poisonous gas mask of the Pale Lord, and his hand stabbed Horus harder and harder!

Horus's pupils trembled, and then he whispered an ancient spell. The summoned power hung down from the four corners, trying to tear apart the authority of the person who stole the subspace power. The entire Vengeful Spirit seemed to start to tremble. A groan of pain escaped from under Mortarion's mask, and Horus immediately kicked him.

boom!

That kick firmly kicked Mortarion open. Mortarion hit the observation window. The huge force caused the observation window to crack. Dangerous white cracks centered on Mortarion and gradually spread to the entire observation window. The windows are like spider webs.

Mortarion struggled to stand up, mist floated out of the damaged armor. He stretched out his hand, the mist rolled, and the great scythe of silence condensed in his hand again.

He felt the seeds growing in the subspace, and He was here again, never giving up, always hoping, and always watching him, even though He had already become weak.

But this time, He wouldn't let Mortarion bite off His flesh again.

The scythe dragged on the ground, and Mortarion staggered towards Horus again. He was shaky, but every blow was as heavy as thunder!

Mortarion's tall and thin body seemed to be swinging, and he gave Horus the feeling that he would fall to the ground in the next second, but the sound of the scythe breaking in the air truly told Horus,

This blow is extremely powerful!

Horus could not guarantee that he would completely absorb Mortarion's blow - but Mortarion had actually withstood several blows from Horus.

But he just won't fall!

If calculated in terms of flesh and blood, Mortarion's calf has been broken into several sections, his ribs have long been shattered, the organs in his chest and abdomen are in a mess, and his arms have also been shattered. Broken bones. If Mortarion had shed blood instead of white mist when he was injured, the blood he shed would have been enough to cover his entire body in red!

But he just won't fall!

The mist was so confusing that Horus didn't know whether his attack was effective. Under the hard armor, Mortarion seemed to be the white mist itself!

Horus took a deep breath. Mortarion had already sold his soul to the High Heaven. He needed the attack methods of the High Heaven, otherwise he would never reach the other side and give Mortarion a fatal blow.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and Horus's consciousness slid hopelessly towards the abyss, which was watching him. He remembered the treaty with the four gods, and he didn't want to use it, but - but -

Horus's gaze penetrated Mortarion and fell on the broken observation window. He saw the end of the Death Guard fleet and the artillery fire pouring towards Cadia - since he was mortal, there was no need for him to continue. Hidden!

Even so, Horus still felt some kind of pain when he decided to use the spell. He had originally planned a more grand and fateful duel, either with Sanguinius or the Lord of Mankind, but Not—with a madman!

Horus took the initiative to sink his soul deeper into the night. He salvaged strength and drank the gift from the highest heaven like poisonous wine. At a certain moment, he realized his hatred. Horus hated the Death Guard. Hated Mortarion and Hades from Barbarus, without Hades none of this would have happened.

He would not fail, he would not watch the mountains and rivers entrusted to him by the Emperor be shattered, and he would not watch his brothers turn into false gods and devils. None of this would happen, but it has already happened.

The butterfly from Barbarus flapped its wings and caused a storm that tore apart the entire galaxy.

He hated Barbarus, and those who came from Barbarus.

But all hatred will die when the enemy passes away, leaving only the people and things he expected to leave behind.

Horus laughed, the whites of his eyes were completely dark, and blood fell from the corners of his eyes. He chanted, and as he chanted, he felt that power was flowing towards him endlessly. The pupils of the Supreme Heaven turned, and as Horus's While chanting the curse, he gradually looked towards Mortarion.

Don't the Death Guard like to use death to end everything? Well, he fulfilled them.

Horus moved, and this time he became faster. The shadow passed by. Mortarion raised his scythe violently to block it, but the claw of Horus with crackling lightning had already reached his throat!

boom!

Mortarion was choked by lightning claws and pressed against the observation window. Horus's long and sharp index finger penetrated his chin and gently tapped on the observation window.

His other four fingers also penetrated the armor and pierced inside.

But this time, Mortarion, who was struggling like a madman, was completely motionless.

Mortarion's hands held Horus's arm tightly, wrestling slightly.

He just slashed at Horus with his crazy eyes, the overwhelming hatred and murderous intent almost drowning Horus.

As for why Mortarion suddenly stopped moving...

Behind Mortarion, the cracks on the already cracked observation window were gradually expanding, and the cracks spread out behind Mortarion like a spider web.

As long as one of the two exerts force, the observation window behind Mortarion will immediately shatter! The tremendous pressure will throw Mortarion away!

Horus breathed a sigh of relief, and Mortarion's madman-like flapping wings finally stopped quietly. These wings had almost blinded Horus just now.

Horus looked at Mortarion with satisfaction. The moth-like monster had been bound by the spider web. With the joy of victory, Horus opened his mouth and said hoarsely,

[Look behind you? 】

The force in Mortarion's hand suddenly lightened, and his pupils turned away at an almost impossible angle - during the battle, the Pale Lord became almost more and more inhuman.

More like an insect devoured by murderous intent and deaththirst.

Horus knew that during the battle, not only him, but Mortarion was also receiving the baptism of the Supreme Heaven. He must have been affected by the turbulence of subspace either forcedly or actively. This has nothing to do with gods, only It’s about the rules.

This is the law of the High Heaven, and power distorts its master.

Horus wondered how much sanity Mortarion still had.

The light from the explosion of countless torpedoes faintly illuminated Mortarion's profile, and the Pale Lord's pupils suddenly dilated.

Among the chaotic corpses of battleships, Mortarion saw the scene of the explosion of the Fourth Knight, as well as the cyclone torpedo launched not far away from the Fourth Knight.

In his peripheral vision, through the broken glass into countless pieces, he saw the aftermath of the explosion of the Fourth Knight impacting near the torpedo. The cold and ruthless torpedo was detonated, and huge fireworks exploded in the void, illuminating Mortarion's face.

This made Mortarion suddenly feel relieved, but he felt that his soul was struggling painfully, because he knew that Horus also knew that-

The sinking of the Fourth Knight represents the beginning of another stage, and the countdown has begun - except for Hades and Vox, the Death Guard does not have particularly outstanding fleet combat command talents, not to mention that the current Death Guard is already The end of a strong crossbow.

Failed?

Vox! Damn you! Vox! You actually lost? !

You betrayed their trust - you betrayed the Death Guard's trust in you, Vox, you damned piece of trash! You don't understand at all -

The burning flames of the Fourth Knight lit up the side of Mortarion's face,

The Pale Lord's curses stopped abruptly in his heart.

...Vox, thank you for your hard work.

Mortarion stared at Cadia helplessly. The primarch saw the cyclone torpedoes that were reloaded and launched towards Cadia after the fourth knight was cut off.

He hoped that Trazin or Malcador had the ability to teleport - no - this is not - no -

In front of Mortarion, taking advantage of Mortarion's moment of absence, Horus smiled. He recited the last few syllables of the spell. Although they were all going to die, Horus decided to let Mortarion Ann was even more miserable.

Mortarion will die before them - but he will not face complete nothingness, but the warp. This spell will severely damage Mortarion's soul, throwing him into the warp, leaving him Become a lamb within easy reach of the gods.

Horus admired Mortarion's pain, and he showed no secret of his malice towards his brothers. He had begun to look forward to his death. After their death, they would leave a clean land for the Empire. The father can start from scratch.

He recited the last note. Mortarion, who came back to his senses after a moment, had already realized that the Pale Lord struggled violently, and the window behind him groaned under the weight. Finally, at the last moment, the observation window shattered. .

And the note in Horus's mouth reached its final pronunciation.

Horus stared at Mortarion. Mortarion's pupils suddenly narrowed, but in the broken glass that was about to break back, a pale face was reflected.

Pale face, dark eyes.

【Yes. 】

Konrad Curze said that he stood behind Horus and patted his brother's shoulder in a friendly manner. Horus was caught off guard and turned his head suddenly, and the last syllable in his mouth hit Konrad Curze.

In Conrad's sight, he saw Mortarion flying out of the Vengeful Spirit together with the broken glass in fear.

Mortarion's eyes reflected the melting body of Konrad Curze.

The sight of the original body allowed Curze to see a slight tremor on Mortarion's mask. According to calculations and Conrad's understanding of Mortarion, it should be——

Damn you, Conra—

In response, Conrad showed a sharp and mocking smile and raised his middle finger towards Mortarion, who was blown away by the air pressure.

【Idiot! 】

Conrad shouted happily, heartily, the nail of his middle finger falling off due to Horus' spell.