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

Chapter 761 204. Conrad's Forte
(Slaanesh warning, abuse warning, please watch at your own discretion.)
You know how to please yourself.

The Lord of the Night, the Son of Sin, the one who is crazy about fate, the user of the Comoros Pleasure Field vvvvip, the madman who was once humiliated by the emperor -

Conrad Coates.

How much he loved all of this, his sharp claws piercing into the layer between skin and flesh, smelling the fishy smell at the tip of his nose. As early as on Nostramo, he gladly accepted this unique hobby.

At first, he would use the fact that it was for justice to persuade himself to accept this madness and cruelty.

And now—he did it for pleasure!
Since this is your nature, why bother to escape it? Even though there was a risk of falling into the abyss, Conrad was sure that the dog chain tied around his neck at that time was so strong -

If he was high on drugs in Commorro and was dragged away by Slaanesh, the stingy Emperor Malcador would forcibly pull him back by the leash.

And after Slaanesh was killed by Hades and Death together - he had to sing the song of sin! Let himself sink into the sweet blood and red, otherwise Slaanesh would have died in vain!

Like Mortarion, after ten thousand years the Primarchs had more or less learned to let go of some things, either themselves or others.

Conrad let himself go.

If the Primarch had learned the proverb from the mysterious East of Ancient Terra, then he would understand his current state - "Do as you please without breaking the rules."

What kind of trouble could a poor Primarch under the surveillance of the Empire cause?

Conrad smacked his lips. Influenced by Conrad, the Midnight Lords were already good at torturing prisoners, not to mention that Conrad later went to Comoros to improve his skills.

With the destruction of the Dark Eldar, perhaps no one in the world understands the so-called art of abuse better than Konrad Curze.

The boy's anxious voice rang out across the communication channel. The Tau defense force was on its way, and the Primarch only had one minute left.

The Legion does not intend to often engage in direct conflict with the Tau. They are not those stupid Death Guards. Countless bats fly in the streets and alleys. Under the blessing of the night, the dim alleys are their home ground.

One step, another step.

Conrad stepped calmly on the groaning blue-skinned Titanium. They were not dead yet. On the contrary, they were all alive and would not die quickly, visibly.

But something was not right with them.

These Tau people who were usually described as "one" turned into "a piece" at this moment. The Primarch and his cubs used some kind of "numerology". While Conrad was singing, the Night Lords grabbed the Tau people one by one and picked out the soft and fragile flesh from the hard battle shells.

Then sew them all together, one by one.

These Titans were crowded in this alley, their bodies turned into living carpets under Conrad's feet. Their expressions were terrified, and the feeling of their feet made Conrad feel like he was stepping on some half-fermented dough. Every step was accompanied by the sound of bones crackling, and the dull sound of the Titans' pain -

The Night Lords sewed the mouths of all the Tau together so that they could continue to work and hear Conrad's singing instead of just the screams of the Tau.

After all, compared with the Primarch's singing, these usually pleasing screams pale in comparison.

On the high pile of live titanium pigs, Conrad hummed casually. The Lord of the Night sat on the titanium pile, swinging his feet from time to time. He caught a terrified titanium creature and very patiently dehydrated it alive, peeled its skin, and then sewed it together with its companions to create a work of art.

The Primarch looked at his sons from time to time. At his feet, under the shadow of the Night Lord, the Night Lords were working diligently. Due to the need for high mobility, the Legion did not carry servitors, which meant that they had to do the delicate work themselves.

If you have ever met Mortarion in person, you know that death is not the end.

Therefore, Conrad knew deeply that the pain and torture of living were the hands that truly destroyed the soul.

No one wants to embarrass themselves in front of the Primarch, but sewing living carpets and walls is indeed a technical job. A qualified Night Lord needs to first inject the Tau with a potion that stimulates the life support system to ensure that it can survive the next process.

After injecting the potion, they will first roughly seal the vocal organs of these Titaniums. Unfortunately, these Titaniums have little hair. For a particular Night Lord, this step usually involves using the hair of the person involved as silk thread.

Then they would shatter the limbs of the Titanium Clan, turning the limbs of these blue-skinned people into some kind of soft and limp strips—

Because the Primarch's order today was to make a low carpet that touched the ground, which meant that they did not need to use the bones of their limbs for support and structure of the space.

Usually, the Midnight Lords will use their hands for this step, while the more sophisticated battle brothers will take out some torture instruments for crushing. They are usually made of two thick pieces of metal sandwiched together, like a sandwich. The sandwich has no stuffing, and the enemy's limbs need to be stuffed into it.

There are also prayers of the state religion and the underworld religion engraved on it. These recessed characters can allow bleeding caused accidentally during work to flow out, and also play a role in preventing chaos.

The next step is dehydration, or bleeding. This step can be done quickly or slowly, but due to the requirements of the original body, today's carpet making chooses quick bleeding.

Conrad did not ask for the use of blood and liquids. The Primarch was kind enough to allow his minions to spray the captives' body fluids at will. Blood and excrement did not matter. Conrad did not care about hygiene.

Blood splattered on the ground, and the ground was washed before the carpet was laid down. Outside the streets, flames exploded from time to time, and another Fire Clan team that came to support was captured.

Then the little red-shelled creatures would be dragged into dark alleys, husked, and sewn, no matter how hard they tried to hold onto the ground with their three-fingered hands - after all, humans with five fingers would still be dragged around by the Night Lords.

Then I saw the makeshift carpet workshop that looked like hell, with blood and feces splattered everywhere. Bone residue and organs discharged from some processes mixed in the knee-deep sticky liquid, emitting bursts of foul odor.

Maybe Mortarion would be happy to see this, since he likes stinky things anyway.

Conrad thought indifferently that after dehydrating and processing the limbs, the Night Lords would also need to remove some unnecessary organs of these titaniums to make them flatter and more suitable for being trampled.

Then give them a few more injections of medicine.

Normally, the production of a living mass carpet would involve engraving quotations from the state religion and the underworld religion on the captives, as well as additional surprise torture, but because they were in a hurry recently, they had to skip this step.

Even so, the Night Lords would casually leave words on the faces of these Tau in scarlet tattoos, sometimes praising the Emperor, sometimes simply using curse words - it didn't matter, the Emperor himself didn't say anything.

The squirming masses were then sewn together so that, as the carpet would be walked upon by the Primarch, each Tau's face was turned upwards, with them looking towards the sky in horror.

Stitch after stitch, the living creatures piled up together, squeezing each other in fear, squirming like maggots. The Night Lords did not destroy most of their muscle fibers for the mobility of this carpet.

The juice discharged from the previous process seeped out from the blue meat strips that were tightly sewn together, and coordinated with the movement of these titaniums, which made Conrad feel like he was stepping on a water-leaking boat from time to time.

[The sun is about to rise ~ Evil hides in the shadow of the night ~ Run, run, naughty children. 】

Conrad hummed softly, and the Night Lords who were standing on both sides of the street and saluted him slowly hid in the shadows and disappeared.

The flames and explosions in the distance were getting closer and louder.

One kick, then another, this one happened to step on a titanium face, causing its face to sink in and its eyeballs to retract.

If it were a human, Conrad would have heard the more pleasant sound of a broken nose.

These skills of the Night Lords were not suddenly revealed after meeting the Titanium - but now that Guilliman, Vulkan and Hades have returned, Konrad does not want to cause trouble for himself and his Legion.

He didn't want to argue with them, nor did he want to be hit by Vulkan's hammer and have his whole body broken into pieces, or be put in solitary confinement by Guilliman for thousands of years, or be imprisoned and tortured by the smiling Hades in the Black Domain.

Conrad stepped onto the carpet step by step. In the titanium pile in the middle of the street, a huge cross had already been erected. The material used to make up the cross was the combat uniforms of the Fire Clan.

Hmm...should he insert it backwards or forwards?

Conrad hesitated for a moment, and finally he chose to just stab it randomly, anyway, he could go in a different direction next time. "Sir, if you don't want to fight, then it's time to go."

The boy's calm voice echoed across the channel. Conrad chuckled twice, and the Lord of the Night reached out and poked the huge flesh-and-blood hybrid he was dragging.

Well, I'll make it more refined next time.

If Fulgrim saw these shoddy, hastily made things, he would definitely scold Conrad.

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"Chase them! Chase them! We can't let them get away this time!!!"

Shadow Sun roared, and a bloody green Gauss ray just brushed past its head. The tall Titanium race was running at an almost unimaginable agility and stealth.

Farsight in the red mecha also drew his sword beside it and fought against the dark blue Space Marine. The spikes piercing their skulls almost made Farsight vomit.

Farsighted suddenly swung the knife!

Missed! There was another fierce gunfire in the distance, and the Titanium had to find cover on the spot. This strange green light meant death. Yuanjian suddenly swooped down and rushed into the back of a civilian transport vehicle.

There was a burst of gunfire, and almost at the same time as the gunfire ended, it rushed out with Yingyang -

And once again, he came up empty-handed.

The streets that were just filled with countless Space Marines were now empty, with empty magazines scattered on the ground. They stepped on the solid ground, feeling confused and angry.

"Let them escape again!"

Farsight yelled that the Imperium had placed some kind of force on the planet, and at first the Tau thought they were similar to the Raven Guard, as they had similar tactics and stealth methods.

But later, the Tau realized that this strange force was the real devil compared to the Raven Guard.

In the huge urban cluster, every day after nightfall, one million Titans disappear silently, and then after the sun rises, they appear in front of the Titans in various miserable ways of death.

Corpses hanged from viaducts; skinned corpses floated in the park river; organs were taken out one by one, blood was collected in bags and placed on the dissected bodies on the Tu clan's workbench; the entire corpse was scribbled on the outer wall of the city hall to form slogans.

The Tau tried to capture these enemies, but they never engaged them head-on - meaning they were not strong enough to fight against the main Tau forces.

The day of the war is getting closer, but the Titanium on this planet has fallen into great panic. Countless tasks to maintain the operation of the center have been forced to stop. The Titanium have no intention of working, and some of the Titanium who found the corpses were even scared silly.

Therefore, they must catch these rodents lurking in the city.

Yingyang gritted his teeth, this was the first time that the enemy had acted abnormally. According to preliminary statistics, the death toll tonight had already reached one million, and these enemy troops that were usually scattered were suddenly reported to have gathered together.

"They want to spread fear... to bring order to the planet so that the main force can land and fight more easily."

Yingyang gritted his teeth and said, and Farsight beside him also had a serious expression.
"But we all know they are just rats in the shadows. They have no ability to confront us directly, so they resort to such despicable tactics."

"We need to catch them as soon as possible and at the same time make the people realize that the enemy is not strong enough to overthrow the order here."

Farsight opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but both he and Shadowsun heard a sharp scream at the same time, which came from the Fire Caste warrior who walked to the end of the street and prepared to explore the alley.

The two Tau turned their heads sharply, and they saw the Fire Clan trembling and covering his mouth - and then fell straight back.

Its comrades reacted similarly. Some titanium fainted directly, while others collapsed to the ground as if they had lost all their strength. Yuanjian saw that the strongest member of the Fire Clan in the team turned around and started vomiting almost the next moment.

"what happens?"

Yuanjian ran over and grabbed the sword at its waist. The sun was about to rise at this moment. There was a hazy heat on the ground and a hint of paleness appeared on the horizon.

It was followed closely by Shadowsun. They rushed behind the terrified Fire Clan members in two steps. They passed them in one or two steps and saw -

They, they saw—

The two commanders who had experienced countless brutal battlefields had trembling eyes and looked into the alley in disbelief, horror, fear and despair. Their bodies were shaking out of control. They wanted to escape and scream.

Countless Titans were forcibly squeezed and sewn together, their mouths were sewn shut with thick thread, covering the entire alley, and stinky and fishy water seeped out from the gaps between the Titans—

Those titanium were squirming, they were even alive, with words like "Bitch" or "Long Live the Emperor" or "Long Live the Lord of the Night" written on their faces, and their dark pupils were rolling around, staring at Shadowsun and Farsight with madness and despair.

Looking along the living carpet, a tall scarlet cross stood on the pile of countless Titans with broken limbs.

The sun has risen.

The round sun rose, bringing light and heat and dispelling darkness and night. It looked toward the cross and rose below the short arms of the cross.

On the cross, countless skinned, naked bodies were twisting and wriggling, reflecting a sticky, hazy light under the sun. A huge, titanium-like giant was standing upside down and piercing through the cross.

There were deep black marks on it left by the lightning claws.

"The Emperor (crossed out) Aether is dead! Long live! The Lord of Night!!"

Yuanjian felt his whole body stiffen. He stood there blankly, staring at everything in front of him, as if his body no longer belonged to him. Beside him, Yingyang's knees went weak and he fell to the ground with a thud.

They stood and knelt, gazing at the huge living upside-down sculpture.

The creature of pain and despair stared at them, and all the Titanium they swore to protect stared at them, making a chaotic humming sound that was enough to drive all the Titanium crazy -

Behind the cross, the sun looked at all this calmly.

Yingyang slowly, slowly, opened the central communication.

"(T45, o865),"

Its voice was incredibly calm, and it gave the coordinates of the alley.

"Command, bomb in the air—"

Yingyang's words suddenly stopped in mid-air, and Yuanjian suddenly pounced on Yingyang.

“They are all still alive!!!”

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So Conrad hummed happily.

(End of this chapter)