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

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Light a path for him leading to Cardia.

Three months later, the Eye of Terra opened again.

Chapter 535 Ecstasy Conrad

【The Vengeful Spirit】

Right, wrong, guilty, innocent—hypocritical, hypocritical, quack!

Conrad screamed with ecstasy.

Once upon a time, he waded through the river of sin, fell into the eternal night of darkness, and was imprisoned in the madness of the human world. Conrad's gaze had seen too much, and the things that could not be looked at with mercy withdrew their pity from him. Those who considered themselves right fell into hell before him.

Countless people and countless events have stood before him, looking down upon him.

Fugen said, "You must have hope for the empire."

Dorn said you were wrong.

Mortarian scoffed and apologized.

Leon Johnson roared, "Traitor!"

In the flickering candlelight, Saint Gilles lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes devoid of emotion, gazing down at Conrad Coates lying in the filthy pool of blood.

He said, "Conrad, this is just an illusion."

Illusion NM!!! You self-deceiving bitch!!!

Did Saint Gilles not realize what he had done?!

With a flash of black hair, Conrad's right claw lunged at Horus's head. The Worldbreaker blasted out from his right arm, and Conrad abruptly pulled back, but the speed caused his hand to freeze in mid-air. He watched as the arm armor was shattered by the Worldbreaker's protruding spikes, and his arm bent in the air in an abnormal arc.

In an instant, Conrad saw Horus's eyes bulge out, and he was once again enraged.

At that moment, Conrad Coates suddenly understood how Saint Gilles had looked at him back then.

With what kind of pity and contempt?

I see, I see—this feeling is so wonderful!

The Midnight Prince burst into laughter, but his mockery turned into a cough as his vocal cords melted.

He had completed his performance in life, Conrad writhing in his increasingly sluggish body as he teased Horus, just as Saint Gilles had once been arrogant towards him.

Mortarion has already paid the price for his arrogance. Sanguires will only go further down the path of pushing his best friend into the abyss, and he will eventually pay a heavy price for his arrogance!

Only him! Only he will die!

Only he saw all of this clearly!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ! !

The shrieks of the highest heavens echoed in Conrad's ears, his wicked soul already vulnerable. The Eye of Fear turned its pupils, staring at his alluring soul. Conrad heard Hell's call to him—before the curse, he had already made a pact with them!

He finally finished his journey; he no longer wished to see! This world belongs to the blind, O Emperor, why did you grant him sight alone?

Let the world be left to those who still harbor foolishness!

He will fall into hell because of his stubbornness!

Conrad Coates' story should come to an end!

Chains from the subspace wrapped around his soul in layers, and Conrad felt his existence gradually dissolving. The tactile sensations on his soul caused him to fall to the ground, struggling incessantly forward.

Horus wiped the blood from his face and stared incredulously at Conrad, who had suddenly collapsed in front of him. Without any hesitation, the Warmaster slammed the Worldbreaker down!

clang--!

Conrad rolled sharply to the right, shrieking as he clutched his head to dodge Horus's attack. The Worldbreaker slammed to the ground, roaring in fury.

Horus roared in equal fury, he'd had enough of Conrad's manipulative provocations! He was right! Saint Gilles chose divine authority for himself! He never—he never desired his dearest friend to become like that!

He is loyal!

Conrad had indeed gone mad. He was rolling on the ground, and his right arm, which had just been broken by the Worldbreaker, was completely torn off during his rolling. The severed hand lay on the floor, palm up, blood spurting from the cut.

Conrad, however, was only focused on screaming on the ground, desperately begging for something.

Horus heard countless broken names in Conrad's chanting, but it didn't matter—he even began to worry about why Cardia hadn't been destroyed yet. One last step, he only needed one last step to declare his victory! His purity!

His loyalty!

He slashed at Conrad, who was so engrossed in screaming in his own world that he no longer bothered to dodge. The Worldbreaker smashed through the armor, and fragments of armor flew everywhere along with flesh and blood.

Conrad's scream suddenly changed tone, which pleased Horus, who swung his hammer again, which was now covered in blood.

Conrad jerked away, twisting as he retreated toward the shattered, wide-open observation window. Horus's pupils constricted sharply—Conrad was trying to escape!

Conrad felt himself suffocating, the shackles around his neck tightening ever more. Hell had arrived, and the only thing he had to do was leave a chance for his offspring to live!

No! Admit it! Conrad Coates, you simply can't resist the visceral sensation of blood. You enjoy hearing people scream, you revel in seeing their faces contorted with pain and fear. You've never acted for justice! It's just an excuse for your torture!

Like now—is your selfish soul really thinking about Sevita? You know perfectly well what Sevita truly wants—yet you've chosen self-destruction without hesitation—admit it, Conrad Coates, you just want to send yourself to hell!

From beginning to end, the only soul that should be judged is yourself!

And now, your gospel has arrived!

Conrad let out a hearty laugh, and on all threes, he retreated to the broken window. The cold instantly froze his severed right arm, while the high-radiation particle stream made him even more dizzy. He smelled a wonderful scent coming from—

The Worldbreaker suddenly swung from the right, and Conrad dodged it. Amidst his disheveled black hair, his completely black pupils had turned completely white, and he was staring at Horus with a hysterical expression.

"Saint-Gilles will die," Conrad hissed, sticking out his tongue. "Horus Lupecal will also die."

He stretched out his other, undamaged hand and reached it towards the empty space outside the window.

But guess who didn't die?

He suddenly gripped the handle of a giant scythe, the curved part of the blade piercing deeply into Conrad's arm, but Conrad seemed to feel no pain. He exerted force with his arm, and the monster at the other end of the giant scythe came up.

Horus's pupils constricted.

But at the same time, on the distant other side, an atmospheric incineration torpedo exploded over Cadia. Centered on the point where the torpedo landed, the scorching and dazzling explosion instantly spread, almost illuminating the entire void.

The fire spread slowly over the Cadia at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the dazzling white light, Horus revealed a maniacal smile, but then the light before him was blocked, and the monster climbed up.

Countless frosts climbed over the cracks in the armor, the wings were even more tattered, white frost solidified on the long hair, and the eyes were already covered by a thick layer of ice, making them look like blank eyes.

The scythe called "Annihilation" has been changed; frost clings to it, and an ominous layer of white ashes floats around it.

Mortarian put his arm around someone's shoulder, turned his head, and laughed in a fit of rage, chuckling.

Horus, I will kill you!

Before he finished speaking, Conrad pounced first, unleashing astonishing speed, and tackled Horus head-on.

Horus was almost out of breath when the Warmaster burst into laughter. "But I've already won!"

Ecstasy Conrad

Chapter 536 Neos

Terra

Horus Lupecal cannot die.

Beneath the throne and the crown forged by the sun, black hair flowed freely, yet could not conceal the blazing light in his eyes.

The Emperor looked at Kadia, the flames of the Star Torch ignited, and the Lord of Mankind's gaze pierced through countless galaxies, staring directly at the Eye of Terror.

In the Milky Way, the Eye of Terror, formed from the flesh and blood of the fallen, is slowly rotating.

While the false gods gaze upon the masses, He is also gazing upon them.

He is looking directly at them—past, present, future, and eternity.

He felt a slight itch; the sword lying flat on his lap had been silent for too long. He lowered his arm, which had been resting on the armrest of the throne, and placed it on the hilt of the Emperor's Sword.

it's time.

He saw his sons fighting each other, swords drawn.

He saw the vanished Perturabo, his once most worry-free offspring now harboring rebellious tendencies; he saw Loka, consumed by chaos, wielding faith as a sword against false gods; he saw the broken Fugen, his pursuit of perfection ending in a bloody carnage; he saw Chagatai Khan drawing his sword, his clear-headedness a whirlwind, not lingering long for the bloated empire he had built; he saw Robert Guilliman rushing to the battlefield, after which he would shoulder a vast empire; he saw Angron resting with his eyes closed, hoping he could share the burden with his brothers; he saw Alpha and Omega ultimately separated, they could have…

He saw Magnus roaring and cursing, his child… He remembered his guidance to him in the Sea of ​​Vision, and Magnus had done it. It turned out that his fifteenth son had courage no less than Lupecal’s.

He saw Macardo hidden in the chaos, Macardo—ah, should he still call his old friend Macardo? The beings in the High Heavens seemed very interested in his offspring, and the Emperor couldn't help but smile. Give it to him, give it to his old friend.

He saw Hades urging Tarasim on... still sporting an indescribable appearance. The Emperor had suspected his friend possessed some kind of meme, but minor details wouldn't affect the bigger picture—

They shared the same tacit understanding when facing false gods.

Hades, whom he knew, would certainly make the same choice.

Thinking of this, the emperor couldn't help but smile. His sword reflected the first rays of dawn, his crown burned with the light of the sun, the Sakarya River surged forward urging him on, and the snow on the Himalayas reflected shimmering white light, pointing him in the right direction.

He sat there, surrounded by many people—the dead, the living, and those who had not yet surrendered—looking at him with pleading eyes.

The smile on his lips vanished.

He is not a god, he has never been a god, but now—he will personally crown himself with the crown of a false god.

He will tell a lie himself.

In exchange for power.

But the price is acceptable; the past sacrifices cannot be betrayed, and the life and hope gained are what he craves.

but……

...But before he sets off, please give him a little selfishness.

Please let him retain one last bit of selfishness.

He had nothing left, so poor that he had nothing at all. He had given up everything he could: his body, his personality, his soul, himself, the past, the present, the future, and eternity. His father died in the first murder in human history, his war general fell from the top of the Tower of Babel, his best friend was swept away by chaos, and his comrades were about to sleep for a thousand years under the hands of alien races.

And he himself accomplished the first revenge in human history.

His hands were covered in blood.

It was twisted into something inhuman.

He saw his offspring kill each other, realizing that humanity could never truly understand one another; they fought each other in a vortex of language and self-interest, hating one another and falling into the abyss.

He saw... he saw... Lupecal Horus, who was entangled with Conrad Coz.

They hate each other.

In the distance, the scythe of vengeance swung towards Horus.

Do not……

In a daze, Neos thought, no…

This was his only selfish thought: his invincible Sagittarius, his offspring, for the sake of humanity, he personally pushed his most beloved child into the abyss.

Because he knew... it could only be Horus Lupecal.

Only Horus could hold out the longest.

Only Horus would maintain his pride and steadfastness even after his fall.

Only Horus, after his fall, would genuinely think of his brother.

He recalled the time when they sat down to discuss the game, and Hades told him about another destiny. He resolutely picked up the Centaur piece and placed it on the throne of the general.

Hades looked at him in astonishment; they both knew that once released, there would be no return.

Did he give a wry smile then? No, he told Hades expressionlessly that it was a necessary sacrifice.

But if you truly accepted this sacrifice willingly, why did you later ask Hades to go to the son of Horus?

This was his last selfish wish.

Horus Lupecal cannot die.

As a biased father.

Horus Lupecal cannot die.

He can't let it go.