Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 292. 283. Conrad Koz Is a Madman

Sevita took a deep breath, and the sweet smell of blood entered his esophagus along the cold air.

He walked on the dark corridor of the Nightfall, and this is Eternal Night.

The first company commander has repeatedly threatened with words, or forced back countless inquiring eyes or words.

Their father, Konrad Koz, was not interested in this legion that was like loose sand. There were many factions within the legion, and Sevita was just a person who could barely hold the helm.

"If you want to run, you can run now, no one will stop you."

Sevtar said in a gentle yet cruel voice.

They couldn't run away, instead of panicking, the gathered ships of the Night Lords, the fleet of the Shadow Moon Wolf and the Death Guard had surrounded them.

The ships of the Death Guard had a sense of confrontation, while the ships of the Moon Wolf separated the two sides——

But at the same time, it also cleverly blocked the retreat of the midnight lords.

Horus didn't want them to go, he knew it.

As for why Koz and Sevtar are now on the Nightfall, Sevtar took advantage of the chaos to call the Night Lord's ship, and urgently transferred himself and the Primarch away.

After all those chaotic scenes of the Death Guard rushing up to Vengeful Spirit... did give them good timing.

Sai Weita knew that if he didn't run this time, there might not be a next time.

He still remembered the last time he saw his father, who was imprisoned in a duel with Dawn. His mental state was quite unstable. He was punished because some kind of truth kept haunting him and made him go crazy. .

Since then, Sevtar can feel Konrad Koz's further indulgence and depravity towards the Legion.

No, their father. Conrad Koz, he might...he might not be able to stand another trial.

Sevita knows how to restrain the hearts of the legion, how to fight, how to tear people's skin more cruelly, he knows a lot, he can do a lot
But he was helpless against their father alone.

The only thing Savita can know is that Konrad Koz is not suitable to be imprisoned on the Vengeful Spirit now, those depressive environments will drive him crazy, and the Lord of the Night needs to come back, back to the dark place of Nightfall.

Facts proved that he was right. As soon as he boarded the ship, the unconscious Curz immediately disappeared without a trace.

Sevtar knew where his father had gone, but he couldn't find the Lord of the Night immediately, and the chaotic scene still needed an explanation.

The first company commander just silently issued an apology signal to the Shadow Moon Wolf and the Death Guard. He asked the ships to turn off their alert status and lowered all their guns. The Night Lord carefully lowered their guns in a cautious gesture. arms--

Except Nightfall.

From the beginning to the end, this gloomy giant ship has maintained the highest state of vigilance. If necessary, Sevtar will order at any time, at the cost of the entire ship fleet, in exchange for the Nightfall sprinting to Mandeville Point for a forced jump .

But the decision is not in his hands.

Sevtar is only the executor of orders, he is not the decision maker.

Sevita walked through the long corridor, Shangshou was outside the Primarch's room, separated by a corridor, he just looked at Sevita silently and sadly, as if mourning.

"What about the Primarch?"

Shang shook his head, the Primarch's close servant, he said in a hoarse voice, sadly,
"I am not sure."

So Sevtar continued to walk forward, faint moans and wailings began to squeeze into his ears, either sharp or low.

Finally, he came to the door.

Sevita lowered his head expressionlessly, and saw the blood oozing from the crack of the door, they were layer upon layer, some had dried up, and some had just flowed out.

Sevita put his hand on the door, feeling the coolness.

"Father?"

He muttered something under his breath.

The madness on the other side of the door did not stop in the slightest, the coolness continued to erode him.

Sevtar felt the pain, the pain tore at him and made him shiver.

He lowered his head, put his head against the door, and spoke softly again as if praying,
"Father."

The seemingly impregnable door opened, revealing a crack for him to pass through. A rat-like mortal head emerged from the gap, and the Primarch's groan floated through the gap.

The half-blind old man was nervous, but he still gave a smile,
"Hey Yago, I knew you were coming, you had to."

"Be quiet," said the old man, "he is dreaming, don't wake him up."

And after seeing clearly who opened the door for him, Sevita's only remaining, possible sense of fragility dissipated. He stared at the old man with a straight face,
"Trez, call me Sevita."

Triz, the narrator of the Night Lords, the Dream Eater, he can observe dreams, for some reason, the Primarch favors this dwarf very much, he tells him everything, even the truth that even Sevtar cannot touch.

Cui Ze smiled slyly and nervously,
"Okay, Yago."

It's the second time, Sevtar thought blankly, but he followed the old man's advice, and he stepped gently, gently into the Primarch's inner chamber—

Dead body.

There are corpses everywhere.

They were hung upside down in the room by large rusty iron hooks, and a dark and viscous liquid dripped from the wounds. They were completely cold, but they were still dragged down by gravity, like asphalt.

Symbols that Sevtar couldn't understand were painted on these corpses with blood and wounds, which was the truth brought back by their father from psionic dreams.

Just looking at them made Sevita feel the coolness of his scalp tingling.

Dream Eater Cuiz made a silent gesture to him, and then the crooked old man cautiously slid through the thicket of corpses hanging upside down like a mouse.

Sevita took a deep breath, cursed secretly in his heart, and followed.

It's hard for him, it's hard not to make a sound, the corpses are too dense, and he's not as short as Cuiz.

Bones groaned brokenly at his feet.

The flesh and blood that had been lingered or roughly torn apart rubbed against his shoulder armor wetly, making a slight "bo" sound when he left.

Cold, blue, whitish and purple hands or feet passed by his face, like lush leaves in the jungle, they were holding him back, warning him not to move forward.

But he had no choice.

With a determined heart, Sevtar continued to move forward, moaning and cursing louder and louder. He pushed aside the sea of ​​​​the dead man's hair, and finally saw his tortured father.

Curz curled up in the nest made of corpse parts, the wet and soft material, the face of the primarch showed a kind of broken despair, he was wailing, confessing, cursing, roaring, crying, Laughing, he struggled to tear off the corpses, drawing random symbols on them with his fingers.

Sevtar gasped, and he stopped there, watching his father's pain.

Now how to do?
Savita didn't dare to speak, he turned his head, trying to find the old man who brought him in.

In the Primarch's inner room, in this slaughterhouse-like space, there is a small, inconspicuous wooden table. Cuiz didn't look at Sevita. The old man calmly opened the wooden chair and sat down on him. position.

Tritz pulled out his pen, spread out a large piece of parchment on the wooden table, and then stopped, doing nothing.

Sevita just wanted to try to call this damn old man, but then he realized something was wrong, the space suddenly became quiet, and he turned his head——

He saw a pair of pure black pupils.

【Competition. 】

He said.

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Coz was wailing.

He saw Horus, the shepherd who was still smiling at him just now turned into a grinning monster, Curz couldn't control himself, he saw himself raising his spear and stabbing at the shepherd——

Do not--!
Konrad Kotz tried hard to let go, he tried to retract his hand like an electric shock, the spear in his hand turned into a sword, he saw Guilliman's eyes full of anger, staring at him in despair he.

No, no no no no no no!
He didn't want to kill them!
Curz screamed and shrank back to a corner of the room, the stone rubbed against his back roughly, the pain made him feel a little relieved——

He turned his head and saw Vulkan leaning on the cell, his body covered in bruises.

[Why are you doing this, my brother? 】

Curz screamed again, he didn't want to do it, he didn't want it! ! !
He used both hands and feet, and tried to retreat in embarrassment, but he quickly bumped into something, and the cold touch was very familiar.

Trembling, Kurtz turned around panting—

Mortarion lay there, he was the way Curze saw him for moments, the filth for moments, but his lower half wasn't there anymore!Swallowed by something black!
Something black and noisy came from Mortarion's eyes.

[Then why don't you save me? 】

Mortarion said.

【I tried!I tried!It is you who are blocking me! ! !Why are you blocking me? ! 】

Curze yelled and refuted, he caught Mortarion's mistake, and he refuted loudly, as if he had discovered a new world.

But it didn't work.

Mortarion, who was only half his body, watched him, and then he began to crawl towards Curze, who screamed and backed away, but he soon found himself trapped-

The black stuff came up and swallowed everything, they swallowed Horus, they swallowed Guilliman, they swallowed Vulkan.

In the end, even Mortarion was swallowed.

Now, except for Curz, there is no one here——

But the water is still rising, they are up to Curze's ankles, the burning sensation is stinging him, he opened his mouth wide, no, no, no, no, Mortarion is gone, why is the water still there rise?
Where is the water flowing?where?Where?

Curz knelt down like crazy, rummaging in the water for the source of the water, no, nowhere!He couldn't find anything but corpses! ! !
Water dripped down.

Curz stopped abruptly, he stretched out his trembling hand cautiously and unbelievably, he touched his chin, and the water slipped there
Then he opened his mouth and stuck his fingers in—

He took out the thing, this piece of flesh, and it cursed him.

Curz opened his eyes suddenly, and he saw Sai, standing there, helpless, he was in pain, they were all in pain.

Race will die.

【Competition. 】

He softly called out to his proudest child.

He walked over and looked at Sai carefully, and he told him not to be nervous, they accept the trial.
The Night Lords were torn apart and refrigerated. Sai would die in the corner of the Great Crusade. As a warrior, he died in battle——

He walks over and looks at Sai nonchalantly, he says let them come, the Night Lords are right.
The Night Lord was torn apart and frozen. Cy would die in a dispute with his Primarch brother, as his proudest child, in protecting him—

So Curz opened his eyes, and he saw Sai.

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