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

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Behind Mortarion, the cracks in the already broken observation window were gradually widening, spreading out like a spider web behind him.

If either of them exerts force, the observation window behind Mortarion will shatter instantly! The immense pressure will throw Mortarion out!

Horus breathed a sigh of relief. Mortarion's frantic flapping wings finally quieted down, having almost blinded Horus just moments before.

Horus looked at Mortarian with satisfaction. The moth-like monster was now bound by spider webs. Filled with the joy of victory, Horus spoke, his voice hoarse.

Look behind you.

Mortarian's grip suddenly loosened, and his pupils veered at an almost impossible angle—in the battle, the Pale Lord was becoming increasingly inhuman.

It's more like an insect consumed by murderous intent and a thirst for death.

Horus knew that during the battle, not only him, but Mortarion was also being baptized by the High Heavens. He was certainly affected by the warp turbulence, either by force or by choice. This had nothing to do with gods, but only with the laws of nature.

This is the law of the highest heaven; power will corrupt its master.

Horus doubted how much sanity Mortalian still possessed.

The faint light from countless exploding torpedoes illuminated Mortarion's profile, and the Pale Lord's pupils suddenly dilated.

Amidst the chaotic wreckage of warships, Mortarian saw the Fourth Knight's self-destruction and, not far from the Fourth Knight, the Cyclone torpedo that had been launched.

Through the shattered glass, Yu Guangzhong saw the aftershocks of the Fourth Knight's explosion reach the vicinity of the torpedoes, igniting them and sending massive fireworks bursting into the air, illuminating Mortalian's face.

This gave Mortarian a sudden sense of relief, but he felt his soul struggling painfully, for he knew, and Horus knew, too—

The sinking of the Fourth Knight marked the beginning of another phase, and the countdown had begun—aside from Hades and Vox, the Death Guard did not have any particularly outstanding fleet combat commanders, not to mention that the Death Guard was already at its last gasp.

Failed?

Vox! You son of a bitch! Vox! You actually lost?!

You betrayed their trust—you betrayed the Death Guard's trust in you, Vox, you damn trash! You don't understand at all—

The raging flames of the Fourth Knight illuminated Mortarion's profile.

The Pale Lord's curse abruptly stopped in his mind.

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

Mortalian stared at Cardia, utterly exhausted. The Primarch saw the Fourth Knight being cut down, and the whirlwind torpedoes being reloaded and fired at Cardia.

He hoped that Tarasin or Makado had the ability to teleport instantly—no—this isn't—no—

Before Mortarion, taking advantage of Mortarion's momentary lapse in concentration, Horus smiled and uttered the last few syllables of the spell. Although they were both going to die, Horus decided to make Mortarion suffer even more.

Mortarion will die before them—but he will not face utter nothingness, but the warp. This spell will severely damage Mortarion's soul, casting him into the warp and making him a lamb at the mercy of the gods.

Horus reveled in Mortarian's torment, making no attempt to conceal his malice towards his brothers. He was already anticipating his own death, after which the Empire would be left with clean land, and his father could start afresh.

As he uttered the last note, Mortarian, regaining his senses moments later, realized that the Pale Lord was struggling violently, and the window behind him groaned under the strain. Finally, at the last moment, the observation window shattered.

Horus's last note was also being played.

Horus stared at Mortarian, whose pupils suddenly contracted, but a pale face was reflected in the shattering layers of glass that were about to break open.

A deathly pale face, dark, sorrowful eyes.

【Hello. 】

Conrad Coates said that he was standing behind Horus and patted his brother on the shoulder in a friendly manner when Horus suddenly turned around and the last syllable of his mouth hit Conrad Coates.

In Conrad's line of sight, he saw Mortarion flying out of the Soul of Vengeance in terror, along with shards of glass.

In Mortalian's eyes, he saw Conrad Coz's body melting away.

The Primarch's gaze allowed Koz to see a slight tremor on the Mortalian mask. Based on calculations and Conrad's understanding of the Mortalian, it should be—

Damn it, Conra—

Conrad responded with a sharp, mocking smile and gave the middle finger to Mortalian, who was being blown away by the air pressure.

[Idiot!]

Conrad cried out joyfully and from the bottom of his heart, as his middle fingernail fell off because of Horus's spell.

Yay!!

There may be more, or there may not; the Great Rebellion arc is about to end.

A new volume will be released later to briefly introduce the aftermath of the Great Rebellion.

Chapter 533 Unrestricted Two-Person Fighting Tournament

Mortalian's disheveled figure was easily blown away by the shockwave from the torpedo explosion, and Conrad watched with amusement as the small dot grew smaller and smaller—to be honest, Conrad Coz didn't know if Mortalian would ever come back.

But he hopes Mortarian can come back.

Conrad withdrew his hand, his dark eyes looking at Horus. Horus stared at Conrad Coz in shock, his pupils trembling. The Warmaster seemed not to understand the situation yet, which was reasonable, since Conrad Coz had not attacked him and had greeted him in a friendly manner.

that is good.

Because Conrad is about to gouge his eyeballs out!

Conrad suddenly sprang into action!

Horus's Claws successfully stopped Koz's claws a hair's breadth before they reached Horus's eyeballs. Between the raised iron blades, Conrad's index and middle fingers were pressed against the center of Horus's pupils—just a hair's breadth away.

Conrad twisted his two fingers, trying to reach Horus, and then he reached him. Conrad heard Horus's roar and saw the arcs of electricity bursting from the lightning claws.

Horus was enraged, and before he could realize it, Conrad leaped up, using the force of the impact to pull his gripped right hand away from Horus's breastplate.

He flipped halfway through the air, and in his upside-down vision, Conrad saw the afterimage of the lightning claw flash past him!

In mid-air, Conrad immediately lunged forward, grabbing Horus's outstretched claws. In the slow flow of time, he saw Horus's astonished gaze. Conrad exerted force with his wrist and pulled sharply, dragging himself toward Horus!

In mid-air, Conrad lowered his feet and kicked Horus in the groin! He grabbed Horus's lightning claw to prevent Horus from defending!

Horus clearly hadn't experienced a fighting style similar to Conrad Coz's. The Primarch frantically raised his leg to try and dodge to the side, creating an opening! Without the slightest hesitation, Conrad released his lightning claws and lowered himself! Taking advantage of the opening in Horus's raised leg, he slid across the ground! At the same time, his free hands grabbed Horus's other leg, which was still on the ground!

He slid down behind Horus!

The immense inertia brought Horus down!

boom! ! !

Before the loud crash of Horus hitting the ground could be heard, Conrad had already released his grip, his lithe and agile figure rolled across the ground once, and immediately crawled on the ground like a wild beast, charging towards Horus again!

Horus tried to stand up, but Conrad's attacks were like cockroaches, ever-present yet impossible to strike. He swung his lightning claws, but Conrad wouldn't attack within the arc's range.

laugh!

The sound of a dagger piercing through leg armor rang out, accompanied by Conrad's maniacal laughter. Horus felt a sudden pain in his thigh, and the Primarch immediately abandoned his defenses. As he tried to stand up again, he reached out to try and pull the dagger out of his leg.

A dark figure crashed into Horus from his right! Horus was a fraction of a second too slow to defend, but the force coming from his waist made him suddenly overjoyed—Conrad's strength was clearly weakening!

The spell began to take effect.

Horus felt a surge of anger at being tricked, and the last syllable of the spell struck Conrad—meaning that Conrad would bear a significant portion of the curse, but he did not want Conrad to suffer!

He didn't understand—he didn't understand—they were all crazy!

Horus braced himself with his left foot, regaining his balance. The impact made him stagger, but he managed to stand up. Taking advantage of the moment, Horus tried to grab the thief, but his hand instead pulled off a tattered piece of leather.

Horus roared and threw down the rag he was holding.

Conrad! I have never held a grudge against you. Your revenge should be directed at Mortarion!

Before him, a beast, on all fours, baring its fangs, sneered.

Conrad shook his dazed head. He felt as if a thousand Horus were screaming at him simultaneously. This spell was powerful, but thankfully… thank you, Sevita. He was used to fighting in a dazed state.

I was judged guilty by those who proclaimed themselves innocent...

Conrad muttered to himself, stepping back as his figure disappeared into the darkness once more.

[And my service duty is to fight you, hahahahahahaha—]

Horus suddenly felt a breeze brush against his left cheek. He raised his lightning claw, and the next moment, a burst of brilliant fire erupted!

After the crackling arc of lightning, Horus saw a laughing face.

Horus's claws suddenly loosened, and he immediately felt a dark shadow flash past his right waist. He turned and retreated to the left, but his claws, which were defending, were struck by force halfway through. At the same time, he felt the force of the attack on his right waist!

Horus took a step back, but before he could see clearly, Conrad darted behind him like a snake, grabbed the transmission tube on Horus's head with one hand, and suddenly thrust a blood-stained dagger at Horus from above his head!

Hey!

Horus clenched his elbow and struck behind him, but Conrad had anticipated this. He leaped onto Horus with his legs like an ape, his right hand gripping the transmission tube tightly, while the Primarch's left foot kicked Horus in the back!

Conrad hovered in the air again. He tightened his grip on his right hand, and the sound of metal snapping rang out. Conrad released his grip, and a few drops of blood splattered from the broken tube in his hand, instantly freezing into ice at the extremely low temperature.

Conrad smiled, saying that the battle wasn't bad.

This thoroughly enraged Horus, who brandished his lightning claws, and arcs of electricity exploded outwards, mirroring his fury!

Conrad immediately turned his head to try to dodge the attack, but his gradually collapsing body was a beat too slow. Claws tore through flesh and blood, leaving claw marks on Conrad's face.

The flesh and blood sizzled as it was burned by the electric arc, and then immediately became covered with fine frost.

Conrad immediately retreated back into the darkness, where not only he, but countless others also hid—old, young, men, women, the dead, the dead.

They stared at him expressionlessly. Conrad practically fled back into the darkness, hissing in pain, "...Almost there, almost there, I'll be right there!"

Countless hands reached out from the darkness, pulling at Conrad Coates, as if to tear him apart, drag him into the unfathomable subspace, into the hell he had created with his own hands—all the sins of his past had finally caught up with him.

Conrad screamed.

He knew the despair and pain of choosing one's own destiny! But he never expected such pain!

He screamed in despair, realizing that any attempt to distort fate would come at the heaviest price; Mortarian, now a psionic alien, had shown him the truth—

On another timeline, a bloodied and mangled angel with a drooping head sheds tears toward him.

Fate! Fate!!!

Conrad dodged, his soul torn apart, pulled from its original position. At this moment, the curse from Horus began to corrode him, and he was now naked! He was naked before the warp!

Conrad stopped abruptly, trembling, kneeling naked in the pool of blood. He saw a huge eye of terror staring at him, staring at the last person who had chosen to stand up. The pupil slowly rotated, squeezing out countless pale, bloated corpses from its eyelids.

Conrad knew them, knew each and every one of them—sinners who had died at his hands. He realized that the price of confronting his fate was descent into the hell of sinners, the shackles already binding his soul.

Horus slowly walked over to Conrad Coz, who was kneeling on the ground, convulsing and scratching his head.

The warhammer in his hand dragged along the ground, making a screeching sound.

Conrad has been found.

In the darkness, Horus's face was obscured, his features indistinct, but his eyes shone brightly with the fury of being fooled.

"This guy's having another episode," Horus sneered. No one could understand Conrad's mind—the Midnight Prince had long since become a monster with a broken mind.

Horus was breathing heavily. Damn Mortarion, he cursed him almost from the depths of his soul. That lucky monster, he actually dodged it, he actually dodged it!

Horus raised his warhammer and aimed it at Conrad's head.

Conrad remained lost in his own world, while the Lord of Night wailed and begged for mercy, and Horus coldly swung his sword at Conrad, the wind stirred up by the Worldbreaker sweeping across the sky—

Great! That's fantastic!

Conrad let out a cheer, and the Primarch laughed and leaned back, spreading his arms as if welcoming the imagined feast. But his backward leaning posture just dodged Horus's warhammer, and Horus missed his target.

The next moment, Conrad twisted around in a bizarre manner and charged toward Horus without hesitation, leaving the defenses wide open.

The lightning claw stabbed at the charging Koz, but Koz's movements became increasingly chaotic, almost without any rhythm or pattern, and he barely managed to dodge Horus's attack!

Oh my god! I'm going to hell!

Conrad shouted with jubilation, "Every crime, every drop of blood—it remembers!"

[The guilty will be punished! The guilty will be punished! Long live the guilty!]

Horus was almost completely bewildered by Conrad. Conrad's voice was loud, but the expression on his face betrayed him. He stared wide-eyed in pain, tears of fear streaming down his face.

madman!

Horus cursed inwardly. He was almost going mad, or perhaps he already was. There was no reason left here at this moment. He had just fought a giant moth with venomous fangs, and now he was fighting a madman who had appeared out of nowhere.

Horus could see that Conrad had lost all reason. He was on the verge of collapse, torn apart by the power of the warp, but his beast-like instincts still kept him focused on this spot, driving Conrad to fight him.

[Conrad! Get out of here!!]

Horus roared, "I have no interest in you whatsoever! Do not tarnish the Soul of Vengeance with your life!"

Conrad, who was twisting and climbing on the wall and seemed to be struggling, suddenly turned his head.