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

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boom!

Along with the complete destruction by the archangel and the disappearance of gravity, Leon and Coz suddenly burst forth and charged towards each other.

Stop right there, everyone!!!

The archangel roared, his empty hand slightly retracting as a golden spear, almost piercing the bulkhead, suddenly appeared between Leon and Coz, just barely grazing the two who were about to wrestle.

The archangel took a deep breath and saw Koz and Leon turn their heads toward him. After a brief glance, the two charged toward each other again.

They even seemed to be hoping to snatch the spear that the angel had just thrown.

The angel's face was dark, his expressionless face resembling that of a true god of war. His wings spread behind him, and the angel slowly drew his sword.

A battle is needed now.

The archangel thought.

Great!

Chapter 460 The Archangel was in despair, but he didn't say it.

Long ago, Saint Gilles understood a principle.

People need an angel.

A holy, valiant, and perfect archangel.

This is Saint Gilles.

He spreads his wings to provide shelter for those in dire need and to bring them spiritual refuge.

He is perfect and powerful.

But is this really the truth about the thing called "Saint Gillespie"?

Anger surged beneath the shattered mask.

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【so,】

The angel smiled, his crimson pupils hidden by his slightly narrowed eyes, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

None of you wish to betray the Empire.

He stated the fact calmly, and this time, no one would bother him.

Saint Gilles breathed calmly. The archangel was now seated—the makeshift chair he used was still struggling, and Coz beneath him coughed up blood as if trying to refute Saint Gilles's idea.

The angel's wings twitched, and it roughly struck Koz with one wing. After several sounds of bones breaking, the Lord of the Night fell completely silent.

Sitting opposite the Archangel was Leon Johnson, the lion leaning against the bulkhead, his body completely exhausted, the blood flowing out freezing him to the wall.

Even in the rage of an archangel, the archangel is well aware of the different bottom lines of each Primarch.

However, this lion only has more than thirty broken bones for now.

"So," the angel smiled, "what exactly is going on here?"

[The Glory Queen, completely destroyed; two legions locked in battle.]

The lion hissed out words, and even though he was forcibly pulled away by the archangel, he still maintained his arrogance.

[Koz betrayed us; he tried to kill Fogg.]

When the truth was revealed, in a daze, the Lion King felt that what he was facing was not an angel, but some... even more terrifying being.

The smile on the angel's lips disappeared.

His face was cold, and he lowered his eyes.

Let me see the truth.

Sanguiles said casually, stretching out his hand and removing his gauntlet to reveal his hand covered by armor.

Leon's eyes widened suddenly.

The archangel had nails just as sharp as Coz's, but much neater.

Saint-Gilles tilted his head, seemingly picking and choosing, and finally selected a relatively intact spot on Conrad Coz's neck.

The archangel casually wiped that patch of skin with his hand.

Forgive me, Kurz.

The archangel said gently,

This determines whether I will kill you next.

Space Marines can drink or eat the flesh and blood of their enemies in order to obtain information and memories about them.

Of the several legions, the Ninth Legion was the most obsessed with this ability before Saint Gilles' return. This ability was not just for obtaining information, but had become a kind of cruel instinct.

On the high-intensity battlefield, the Ninth Legion even resorted to cannibalism.

Therefore, they earned a fearsome title—

Ghoul.

The situation in the Ninth Legion only improved after Sanguis returned to the Legion, and that history was eventually abandoned and hidden deep in the annals of history.

Conrad seemed to be trying to struggle, but after being slapped by the angel's wings, it appeared that his jawbone was completely shattered, rendering him unable to utter a word of resistance.

My fingertip pierced my skin, and blood flowed out.

The worst is yet to come, the angel thought—because even the most filthy traitors bleed blood that is still bright red.

After that, things became uncertain for the archangel, who had personally witnessed what those converted cultists had become.

Saint Gilles raised his hand and drank the testimony of the Lord of Night.

The three of them were still in the hissing, leaking spacecraft, where the temperature was now almost identical to the vacuum outside. But the archangel had no intention of changing the location of the trial.

Having just experienced—a true rage—a true bloodbath, the two Primarchs who were at odds agreed that the angels might actually throw one of them into the vacuum.

Leon remained silent, watching Saint Gilles. The archangel's action of drinking the blood was all too practiced, even slightly hurried.

Blood spread, and the archangel calmly closed his eyes. He casually lowered his hand, somewhat dejected, and blood dripped from his fingertips.

For some inexplicable reason, both Leon Johnson and Conrad Coz maintained a tacit silence during the time the archangel closed his eyes.

The archangel's eyelids trembled slightly; he seemed to be experiencing one nightmare after another, and he twitched involuntarily.

The cabin was silent. The stars peered through the cracks in the cabin at the three Primarchs. Baal's Eternal Sun cast a clear division of light and shadow within the cabin.

For a moment, King Caliban’s intuition told him to draw his sword and prepare for battle, for the enemy was the archangel before him.

But in the next instant, that intuition vanished without a trace, turning into dust.

The archangel, lost in his hallucination, trembled at the corners of his mouth, then the smile widened—

[…By the Divine Emperor.]

Leon's pupils trembled violently; he, along with Coz, clearly heard the words Saint Gilles had just uttered.

Has Saint Gilles degenerated into madness finally?!

Leon began to struggle, and Caliban's knight struggled to his feet again, trying to reach the sword that lay on the ground.

An unarmored hand firmly grasped the outstretched hand.

Unable to move forward.

Leon steadied his thoughts and calmly turned his head, seeing the archangel with a stern face and tears of blood streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm fine."

Saint Gilles said hoarsely,

But his grip on the Lion King's hand was not his answer to Leon; the grip tightened, causing the already shattered arm armor to succumb to the strain, and the lion's blood seeped from between the archangel's clenched fingers.

Those crimson eyes were fixed on the thick fog of Caliban. After reading Coz's memories, the angel seemed to have a brief increase in hatred towards the Lion King.

After a brief exchange, Leon silently gave up the struggle and stepped back. The archangel released his grip with satisfaction, and blood dripped from his palm.

I've come to see you now.

Saint Gilles said expressionlessly that the vampires began to drink blood, and to the lion's subtle displeasure, the archangel quickly withdrew from the lion's memory.

Saint Gilles remained silent, staring intently at the lion. For a moment, Leon suspected that the sculpture, named "Archangel," was already broken.

The archangel sighed deeply, very deeply.

He buried his flawless face in his blood-stained, filthy hands, rubbing his face in despair.

Then the angel raised his face and stared blankly at the lion.

【Now,】

I hereby announce my verdict.

Saint Gilles said,

[You, the Dark Angels and the Night Lords, can all be stationed in Baal, and you can only—must be stationed in Baal. The Empire's power cannot withstand another round of such internal strife.]

【What's the meaning? 】

The lion stared at the angel, his gaze becoming playful.

[Sanguielles, do you mean—Konrad Coz is innocent?]

The angel paused for a rare moment.

"No," said Saint Gilles, "he is guilty."

You might also have one, a lion.

The angel murmured to himself.

But telling him about Fugen's prophecy now would probably only cause him unnecessary trouble.

Conrad Coz can be imprisoned, but Baal welcomes them as long as the Midnight Lords are willing to cooperate.

【besides,】

The angel narrowed his eyes.

Leon, I think you should learn one sentence.

【What? 】

For the God Emperor.

This is their last medicine.

That's it! Great!

Chapter 461 The Archangel is Busy Today Too

【Barr】

The archangel's footsteps echoed through the prison corridor, where countless candles burned fiercely, casting swirling shadows.

Saint Gilles walked silently, with Prince Severta of the Crows following respectfully beside him, limping along.

The Eighth Army commander had his leg broken during a fight with Coswayne.

But at least he was still alive, he was alive, Konrad Coz was alive, and the Eighth Legion still existed sporadically—Sevita was already content.

Even if they were the first legion to lose the Glory Queen.

It doesn't matter. Even if the Midnight Lords still have the Nightfall, their small numbers are not enough to support the guard duty of the Glory Queen.

At that moment, Sevita lay contentedly in the ruins, ready to accept his final death—

Then he was dug out by a Blood Angel named "Amit," who apparently thought he was dead and was about to take a bite out of him to see if she could extract anything good from his brain.

Now, he has no choice but to wake up, whether he wants to or not.

The good news is that, although the archangels weren't very friendly towards the Midnight Lords, they reluctantly accepted them.

Thinking of this, Sevita chuckled inwardly.

This is the reward for "loyalty".