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

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Koswayne roared, silencing Sevita for a moment, but Sevita's nonchalant tone only fueled the Caliban knight's rage.

"It's not your place to criticize me now. Go and summon a son of the emperor."

"Sevita said provocatively."

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Fugen, panting, stood at the exit of the bombed-out, collapsed corridor, sword raised in vigilance.

He still... he still can't understand what happened; it all happened too fast.

From his belief that Kurtz was imprisoned by his offspring, to Kurtz and Leon fighting each other with the intention of killing one another, Phoenix accepted all of this absurdity. In his view, his brothers, like the world, had fallen into madness.

What happened?

Why did Koz want to kill him, while the lion firmly believed that Koz would do something...betrayal?

The phoenix, who had found its companions for the first time after the starlight went out, had not anticipated this scene.

He believed it would be a conversation, a discussion and response regarding the future, and some topics about Fernus... but definitely not a fight to the death.

With the determination that the other party must die.

It's gone mad, this whole thing has gone mad.

Fugen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth once more. He listened to the calls of his offspring in the channel. His lord, Commander Edoron, was about to arrive. The Phoenix took a step outward. The Emperor's Son would blast open the corridor again, at which point he would retreat immediately.

Koz has gone mad, and the lion looks at Fugen as if he were trash. The King of Knights walks over him as if he were a useless corpse.

Clearly, what Zhuang Sen was conveying was—Fugen is useless, don't hold him back.

Fugen did not believe that either of the two Primarchs he was facing was someone he could trust or fight alongside.

...Give him some time...he needs to calm down...and then go directly to Fernus...even if it's a corpse.

The Emperor... Give him a brother with whom he can communicate normally. Fugen felt like he was about to collapse, and the greatest pain came from the "brother" he thought he could trust.

"Father! The bomb has been planted!"

An anxious call came from the other end of the channel. Fugen silently took a few steps outside. He seemed to hear the trembling of rocks and the sounds of battle on the other end. The countdown began, and the bomb's display screen lit up red.

In the command room, Coswayne's sword lay on the floor, as did Sevita's halberd. Coswayne angrily slammed Sevita onto the command table and punched Sevita's smug face repeatedly.

【——Fugen!!!】

A frantic, grief-stricken scream erupted from the raging flames that engulfed the cabin, and a ghostly figure was reflected in Fugen's pupils. Time seemed to stretch out for an eternity in that moment.

Fugen swung his sword, successfully tearing through Koz's flesh, blood splattering everywhere. But the Lord of the Night's other hand gripped his arm tightly as if he were drowning, his eyes filled with pleading tears.

In an instant, the hunter's figure appeared in the firelight. Without hesitation, the lion swung his sword in the air, completing a full moon.

In the slowed-down time, Fugen saw that Koz's face didn't have time to turn into a grimace of pain.

He heard an explosion behind him, and flying stones were about to reach his line of sight. A piece of Leon Johnson's helmet was shattered by Coz, and his sharp eye was just revealed. Fugan saw the lion's contemptuous and merciless gaze.

coward.

The lion spoke silently to Fugen.

For a moment, Fugen couldn't tell whether the man who wanted to kill him, but whose eyes were full of tears, was his friend, or the man who saved him, but whose eyes held contempt, was his friend.

Or perhaps, they are neither.

Phoenix was momentarily dazed.

The world must have gone mad, he thought.

He no longer wanted to get entangled in right and wrong; fighting with a madman would only drag him into the same quagmire. The best course of action was to stay far away.

He started running backwards, and the severed hand that Koz was holding tightly to his arm still gripped him tightly. In the last moment, he saw Koz kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly after his final defeat, and the Knight King beside him, staring blankly as he left.

The blazing flames burned behind them, outlining their frenzied figures against the light.

Coz sobbed; he had failed once again.

Severta heard Coz's sobs... He had failed, he thought. Despite Coswayne's rage, he groped around with his hands pressed against the command table, reaching into the split and prying open the safety lock.

Sevita grinned wildly.

The next moment, there was an explosion.

The Nightfall, which had plunged into subspace, began to disintegrate.

Yay! That's it... *spits out*

Chapter 459 Welcome to Baal

【Barr】

The once magnificent church was blown apart, and sunlight streamed through the shattered ceiling, illuminating the serene angel sculptures, from which cracks appeared.

The archangel shook his wings, stood in the light, placed his hands on the ground with his sword, and closed his eyes slightly to take a nap.

His Blood Guard stood beside him, their blood-red armor gleaming faintly, ready for battle.

Countless wars, large and small, are still raging on this planet, but the Blood Angels have contained them in the deserts that do not involve important areas.

And now... after eight weeks of bloody battle, the angels need a short rest.

He only needs to... sleep standing up for three minutes.

The archangel's wings were no longer adorned with the decorative gold and red chains; instead, they were covered in dried bloodstains, and some feathers were knotted together, forming a clump within the bloodstains.

The archangel, still asleep, frowned slightly, which only made him appear more imposing and dignified.

At the first minute and eight seconds, hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the church.

He is Azcalon, the commander of the Holy Blood Guard, a subordinate of Saint Gilles, and the complete opposite of Amit the Flesh Tearer.

Just as Azcalon was about to reach the archangel's location, at the first minute and thirteen seconds after the archangel fell asleep, the archangel wearily opened his eyes.

Speak up.

Saint Gilles said,

I saw something in my dream—I think that's why you came.

In a bizarre dream, he foresaw the approaching arrival of his allies.

"Please," the archangel prayed deeply, deeply.

God-King above, it is Horus, the son of Horus, please.

If it is Horus, then they will rekindle the light of human civilization in Baal.

Horus had command over the entire army, control over the vast world of creation, and, more importantly, he was a close friend of Sanguielles.

Saint Gilles sent countless distress signals toward the location of the son of Horus, and he also longed for Horus's arrival countless times.

"God-Emperor..." Saint Gilles sighed inwardly, "Please, it must be Horus."

Even... Fugen could.

The archangel's blood-red eyes stared at Azcalon, awaiting his words.

Azcalon gave a brief bow.

"In the name of the God-Emperor, in the name of the Archangel, my Father, according to the reconnaissance of the automatic scanning array, multiple fleets have suddenly appeared at Mandeville."

The archangel gazed at him gently.

Which legion is it?

"My lord, it's the First Legion and the Eighth Legion."

For a fleeting moment, Azcalon seemed to see a shattered glimpse beneath the angel's smiling face, but it was merely an illusion; the archangel continued to smile gently at his offspring.

A feather fell onto his calmly folded wings; since the starlight was extinguished, the archangel had been molting more frequently.

Conrad Coates and Leon Johnson...

Saint Gilles smiled and thought, "Let's just fire the macro cannons at them."

He would rather have come to Mortarion.

After a brief breakdown, the archangel began to move on, hoping... at least... perhaps... he should have more faith in his brothers.

However, what he saw next cruelly told him that this was all a delusion.

The archangel will deeply understand what it means for "suffering to be endless".

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【Rubbish!!!】

【madman!!!!】

The lion roared and kicked Coz away as he tried to grab him. Coz was panting heavily; there wasn't much air left in the cabin.

Everything seemed to happen in an instant—a massive explosion, then the ship disintegrating. Coz had completely lost his mind! He fucking blew up the Queen Glory!

Without Geller's position, the tides of the warp relentlessly pounded against them through the cracks in the ship's hold.

A large hole was blasted into the exit of the corridor.

The gravity system had completely gone out of control. Accompanied by a chaotic air pressure system, people floated up, were then tossed about by the violent air currents, and were sucked into the hole.

The whole world turned upside down.

The lion clung tightly to a ventilation duct embedded in the wall, while his other hand gripped Conrad Coz tightly—he could not let this damned traitor escape again.

Conrad Coz was screaming madly, his completely black pupils even starting to roll back. Leon was extremely relieved that Coz wasn't wearing armor, otherwise, Coz, wearing power claws, would have definitely torn the lion's arm to pieces.

He heard a low, murmured whisper in his ear; the lion had seen this kind of thing before, back in the forests of Caliban.

He roared angrily, trying to calm the raving Kurtz down.

Koz's tears were pulled by the air currents and fell in that direction, the place where Fugen had last appeared. The Lord of the Night seemed to be trying his best to leave with Fugen.

The phoenix will be alright, Leon thought. The Emperor's son's ship was over there, and besides, Fuggen was the Primarch.

If the Primarch could die so easily, then it wouldn't be the Primarch.

Finally, after what felt like an instant, yet also like an eternity, the subspace disgustedly spat them out.

The gravity system suddenly kicked in again on the shipwreck they were on, and with a bang, the two Primarchs crashed to the ground.

After this battle, Leon's armor was almost completely useless, and apart from having a sword in his hand, he was now reduced to the same level as Coz.

The lion roared in fury, for this was never part of his plan—it was supposed to be an easy boarding maneuver, not a predator exploding first.

They even fell into a subspace rift!

After Fugan disappeared, Koz went completely mad. He abandoned everything and recklessly tried to attack Leon, his severed arm already covered in frost.

The Lord of Caliban fought back, and they brawled against each other in the chaotic cabin. Leon was certain that Koz had knocked out two of his teeth.

To correct you, the gravity system isn't working. In fact, the Nightfall's gravity system, like its owner, is insane. In this half-interrupted cabin, the gravity fluctuates wildly.

This adds considerable entertainment value to the asymmetrical free-fighting between the two Primarchs.

They floated in the air, twisting and sliding, trying to punch each other. Because there was nothing to support them, the lion had to grab Coz with one hand and then slam him into the face with the other.

They were pressed tightly to the ground for a while, gravity pressing them down hard. The overburdened ventilation pipes and light tubes were pulled off their heads by gravity and then smashed by their heads.

While they were fighting, the air circulation and temperature control systems in the cabin completely broke down, the air became increasingly thin, and the temperature continued to drop.

Finally, reversed by gravity, Leon, pressed against the ceiling, spat out a mouthful of saliva, his broken teeth and blood splattering thinly on the ceiling.

The prolonged, intense fighting, the difficult environment, the trip through the warp, and the injuries have brought both Primarchs to their limits.

In the creaking gravity that made the entire cabin groan, the lion struggled to his feet and climbed toward Coz—the Lord of the Night appeared to be unconscious, but it was possible that he wasn't, and that it was just a disguise.

He climbed, leaving a trail of blood on the ceiling.

Koz chuckled, "We're almost there!"

Leon heard a sound, like footsteps, or like something patting.

He turned his head and saw a pair of golden helmet boots standing on the edge of the large hole, like a bird with one foot half-stepping into the void.

Saint Gilles, his face dark, stepped into the cabin, the immense gravity making his footsteps sound unusually heavy.

With each step, many feathers fell from his wings, like stones falling to the ground.

As if he could no longer bear it, the angel turned his head, raised the spear in his hand, and thrust it towards a section of the cabin wall—