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

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Conrad, however, only felt a jolt, sensing that something was watching him.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 798 [240] Ghost? !

The wind, heated by the gunfire, carried the stench of blood. The light illuminating the battlefield came not from the sky, but from the hellish landscape on the ground; the rays and flames resembled churning lava from the depths of hell.

But this only made the darkness seem even deeper.

The raven was watching the battlefield intently.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from the communication channel. Corax tensed for a moment, and then Guilliman's voice came from it, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

[Corax, don't laugh at anything I say next.]

???

The darkness of the Raven Lord shivered in the hot wind, but remained silent.

[I am informing you of this very serious matter: due to certain actions of the Emperor, an army possessing power similar to Chaos will soon appear on the battlefield.]

This wasn't news that Corax couldn't accept, but given Killman's first sentence, Corax decided to be cautious.

The raven spoke, its voice hoarse, posing what it considered the most absurd question.

[Friend or foe?]

【…】

Killieman paused for a rare moment before giving his answer.

[Both enemy and friend.]

[Killiman...]

Corax hesitated for a moment, thinking that what he was about to say would be hurtful, but he decided to say it anyway.

Have you noticed that you're becoming more and more like an emperor?

There was silence on the other end of the channel.

Without even thinking, Corax knew that Killman on the other end of the communication channel was thunderstruck, but he knew Killman would pull through because he was Robert Killman.

[Those were very hurtful words, but I do need to reflect on them.]

Guilliman let out a long sigh of relief.

But things are very complicated. In short, what you will see next is another empire, completely different from ours, powered by the forces of chaos—

They promised to help us defeat the space undead, but be careful they don't suddenly turn on us and betray us.

【. 】

Don't laugh.

Killieman earnestly said that it seemed he had made a short psionic teleport, and the channel was emitting a distinctive hissing sound due to psionic interference.

【it is true. 】

Koraks opened his mouth, then closed it again. He felt something was amiss and couldn't quite grasp the true meaning. He thought Killieman was joking, but joking at this juncture was clearly not something Killieman would do.

Corax swallowed hard.

You mean... I might even see another version of myself?

【Yes. 】

A deep breath came from the other end of the channel.

[Motalian is on his way to your front lines. You can have him explain this to you. I'm sorry, I still need to—hey! Hades—wait a minute—don't eat my documents?! Move the desk away!!]

Sorry, brother, I've run into a bit of trouble and need to leave for a while. Good luck, Corax.

呲——

The channel fell completely silent, with only the static unique to an empty channel echoing in Corax's ears.

???

Corax felt very confused. He stood on the battlefield with the space necromancers, watching the remaining space necromancers being wiped out by the Dark Raven Guards. The dim, luminous green reflected on his face made him look somewhat bewildered.

Did he also sleep for ten thousand years?

Guilliman’s words were easy to understand, but Corax was still confused about what “another empire that relied on chaos” meant.

Before he could even process the matter in detail, his private channel received another high-pitched signal.

[Help me! Korak! Aa ...

Conrad's screams were deafening.

? !

The next moment, only black feathers fell where the Raven Lord had been.

..........................................

What the hell is that?!

What the hell is this?!

For the first time, Conrad Coz felt fear. He hadn't experienced such profound fear in ten thousand years, the last time being when that son of a bitch Makado dragged him into the warp.

Sometimes, fear stems from the unknown, a tactic well understood by Conrad, a master of psychological warfare.

For example, darkness and fog prevent people from seeing the whole picture, and the unknown and uncertainty are always present, which naturally makes people feel scared.

But this is only the lowest level of intimidation. Conrad believes that the real, highest level of fear is to present things and reality to the public as they are, yet still make people feel terrified and chilled.

Now, he was terrified.

Conrad Coates felt a chill run down his spine, his hair practically standing on end, and he swore he'd never seen anything so sinister—it was weirder than Hades!

What the hell is this?!

Conrad spoke softly, the intense crimson light illuminating his face, creating a blood-red halo around his dark pupils. The blood vapor sprayed onto his face, giving Conrad the feeling of being watched by a hunter.

We can't beat them, we absolutely can't beat them.

This was Conrad's first reaction—

Just like when he fought Mortalian, it was still a question whether his first wave of assassinations could penetrate Mortalian's defenses.

The Emperor did not allocate much power to Conrad, and Koz himself was happy to be free, as most of the similar power was given to Corax.

If Conrad were forced to choose one of the Primarchs to fight right now, he would definitely choose Magnus, whose soul is incomplete.

Because he couldn't beat the rest.

This is Conrad Coates' current strength.

And now, before him stood a monster, a blood-red monster, its dark red armor covered in bloodstains, its breath carrying a foul stench, its snow-white spine swaying from side to side like a bird's tail.

The monster is now staring at Conrad, very, very close to him.

Who knows how he suddenly emerged from the shadows in the sky?!

But none of that is the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that this monster has the face of a Corax.

Who the hell are you, you red idiot?

Conrad asked softly, trying not to provoke the behemoth, which was more than twice his size. The Primarch extended his hand, gesturing for Sevita behind the monster to remain still.

The monster's interest was clearly in him.

[Corax.]

[Korax] grinned as he spoke. Further behind him, the earth cracked open, and magma surged up from the fissures, from which countless blood-red monsters crawled, all clad in dark red armor like [Korax].

【You? Corax?!】

Conrad raised his voice, he was getting angry. He would magnanimously allow people to mock the Emperor, Macardo, Guilliman, and Mortarian, but not Corax.

Nor should it be done in such a blasphemous way.

Conrad felt the lightning claws between his gauntlets stirring, and he slowly leaned down, staring defiantly at the imposter [Corax].

[I'm also curious why you look so disheveled, Conrad. Where's your sparkly trench coat?!]

Before the words were even finished, a dazzling white light ripped through the crimson! Psychic energy erupted! Cracks in the lightning lingered in space, heading straight for [Korax]'s neck!

A flash of lightning streaked across Corax's eyes! Conrad's attack came without warning, almost instantaneously!

Snapped!

? !

Conrad's pupils contracted; there was no splatter of blood as he had expected. His attacking hand was gripped by Corax's forearm.

[Corax] exerted force with his claws, and between those wrinkled and sharp claws, which resembled those of a raptor, Conrad's armor emitted a shrill whistling sound as it shattered.

Too weak.

[Corax] mumbled incoherently, saying that as the demon prince of Khorne, he had clearly lost interest in beings that were too weak.

How come you're weaker than him?

[Corax] laughed loudly, then hurled Conrad with all his might! Conrad's figure streaked through the air like a cannonball, a dark shadow, bang! Dust flew everywhere, and the ground was smashed open with a crack.

Conrad felt as if his internal organs had been shattered.

First of all, Conrad wasn't the kind of guy who liked to die in random places.

Secondly, he was genuinely terrified by the Khorne demon with the face of Khorne.

Again, Conrad was no match for this Khorne demon.

Finally, and most importantly, Conrad Coz did not have the so-called pride that Mottarian possessed.

And, at the very least, he had to ensure that his descendants didn't die as mysteriously as he did.

then……

[Help me! Korak! Aa ...

Conrad Coz casts a summoning spell, summoning his jailer, Corax.

[Me?]

[Corax] blinked, and he felt a renewed craving for blood. The thought of killing a weak version of himself and sacrificing him to the Path of Blood took root in his mind, making his blood boil.

Therefore, he did not interrupt Conrad. [Corax] felt a powerful, extremely powerful dark force rapidly approaching. He suddenly jumped back, and the next moment, a violent darkness descended upon the spot where he had just been.

Lord of the Ravens, King of the Shadows, Corax has arrived.

【Corax】 curiously tilted its head, the shrike perched on the branch staring curiously at its prey.

He was completely black, and his dark red eyes reflected the monster—a subspace creature composed of ever-rising darkness, its pale face emerging from within. He saw a face far cleaner and more gaunt and sorrowful than his own.

I now believe what Guilliman is saying.

Corax's voice was flat and unwavering, perhaps because his past misfortunes had already tempered him.

His dark eyes reflected another version of himself, much larger, like a true Khorne demon. It was a half-bird demon, with eerily thin calves compared to its body, replaced by jet-black, hard bird legs. Its claws were larger than Korak's head, with sharp nails as long as a cleaver.

Corax noticed the folded bone wings behind his other self, proving that his other self could also fly.

Myself, fallen into the path of sadism...

Corax felt his soul tremble for a moment, but only for a moment. Long ago, during a long gaze exchanged with Conrad, Corax had already accepted the bloodlust and another possibility within his soul.

He will only feel more grateful to his family who raised him with such care, and he will work even harder to suppress his true nature with kindness and reason.

However, the other version of himself was not as calm as Corax.

Corax realized this, and his soul calmed down. He opened his arms and calmly looked at the guy who was panting heavily.

I have received military orders; I believe your orders are for the two armies to form an alliance?

【Corax】is confused.

[Corax] was puzzled.

He couldn't understand why his other self looked like this, just like the ideal Conrad he had always wanted to emulate. He didn't understand, he didn't understand at all.

His blood-red eyes gazed at another version of himself; he saw a soul remarkably similar to his former self—