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

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The lion was far more cautious than Conrad Coates thought. Because his breathing tube had broken, he chose to retreat back to the phoenix's side. By then, Fugan had barely managed to stand up, looking even more disheveled.

Leon Johnson stared disapprovingly at the exit that had been destroyed by the explosion; large chunks of building debris completely blocked the only exit.

The size of the vent is completely insufficient for a Primarch to pass through.

He frowned as he called out to his soldiers over the communications channel.

"receive."

Dark Angel Coswayne said he stood in the control room of the Nightfall, a sharp blade in his hand, facing Sevita, who was staring at him with a provocative smile.

Sevita stood there, his hand resting on the console, his skin-decorated gauntlets having just pressed a button.

The porthole, which occupied half of the cabin, cast an eerie light toward the two Space Marines. The warp rift that the Dark Angel had forcibly torn open had not yet closed, and the tides were surging in the vacuum not far away.

The rest of the Dark Angels had not yet arrived, and as the vanguard, Koswayne rushed in a bit too quickly.

To his shock, the Night Lords did not appear to have enough troops to withstand his attack.

Servita slowly and deliberately used his other hand to pull up a small microphone on the control panel.

"My lord, what do you need? Your most loyal son will obey your command."

A piercing crackling sound of electricity rang out, followed by Sevier's voice echoing through the corridor where the three Primarchs stood.

Koz laughed so hard he coughed.

[Poison gas No. 3, and also a potent substance!]

He shouted and regained control.

Koswayne, who believed he was confronting Sevita, felt offended. The champion of the Ninth Knights raised his sword and swung it at Sevita, attempting to interrupt him.

As if anticipating his actions, the crow prince moved with a dance-like motion, deflecting the attack with his halberd and immediately pressing another button with his other hand.

"Megasu dumping confirmed."

Mechanical voices echoed in the empty command room.

"Confirmed! Privileges granted—Legion Commander Sevita!"

Coswayne instinctively gasped, but his sword never stopped; with another swing, he stopped.

Coswayne stared at Sevita.

"who are you?"

Sevita stared at him with a forced smile.

"Prince of the Ravens, the condemned, the true legion commander of the Midnight Lords, Sevita."

"incredible,"

Coswayne said,

"The Lord of Midnight has fallen to such a low level."

Sevita stared at Koswayne, hoping to slow things down, and he believed the other side felt the same way.

They all believed that their Primarch could kill the opposing Primarch first and end the war.

On the other end, Coz screamed and threw a glob of energy at the lion. The sticky mess stuck under his goggles. The next moment, the Lord of the Night slammed the lion into the fuel pile—and then he immediately ran away.

Coswayne raised his sword and gave a perfunctory, symbolic salute, a knightly tradition.

For some reason, he didn't want to introduce his title to Sevita... all words paled in comparison to the "real legion commander".

My name is Coswayne.

"The commander of the Eighth Army Corps,"

Koswayne said succinctly and somewhat nauseatingly that he was considering the possibility of something.

"Now, surrender. The fleets of the First and Third Legions have already surrounded you. You have already been defeated."

The Eighth Army Corps was simply no match for the two army corps.

The Third Army Corps was unaware of what was happening, but the First Army Corps alerted them, and they quickly sprang into action.

"Don't make a futile struggle, surrender, and our principals will consider giving the Eighth Army a way out."

Koswein pondered,

"...We will give you a chance to break free of the Primarch, Severta, if you order the Legion to surrender, Lord of the Midnight Lords... Legion Commander."

The lion, rammed into the fuel pile, let out a deafening roar. He struggled to his feet and chased after Coz, with the phoenix already in pursuit.

Koz tore off the chains that had once bound him, the massive chains transforming into whips in his hands—do not doubt the strength of a chain capable of binding a Primarch.

Wielding two long whips, Koz charged toward the phoenix.

In the command room, Sevita chuckled, then innocently opened his arms and stared at Coswayne.

“My cousin,”

He said it seemed like they were trying so hard to show their sincerity.

“You see it too, the Night Lords are now on the verge of collapse. Conrad Coz has gone mad, and I am nothing but a pathetic figure caught between the Primarchs and the Legions,”

"If I could...I would also like to..."

Sevita spoke slowly, taking a step back so that the head decoration behind his armor rested against the command platform, and discreetly pressed the series of buttons.

The central command center issued an order, and countless secondary control hubs on the Nightfall began operation.

From a macroscopic perspective, Nightfall began to accelerate, rushing towards the subspace rift.

Sevita silently counted in his mind; he knew what the Primarch meant… that crazy father could only mean one thing.

"...I hope you bunch of megalomaniacs all die!"

Sevita lunged at Coswayne, shouting in despair,

"What?! Never seen a legion commander act as a dog for a legion champion before?! Like a kitten?!"

Sevita had just extinguished what was, for him, an extremely bright future.

But there was nothing he could do; he was the legion commander, and he had to be responsible for the people in the legion.

That's it! Great!

Chapter 458 Everyone's gone wild!

The world is upside down; there is no right or wrong here.

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Amidst the chaos, the rugged Nightfall began to accelerate. The haggard queen lifted her scorched skirt and ran through the silent gunfire, her sharp high heels slamming against the starry sky, each step splashing up brilliant waves of subspace.

Shiny blue and bright purple hues splashed in the deep night sky.

Her loyal soldiers followed her, and even as their ranks were inevitably torn to shreds, the black-and-white knight strode forward, brutally charging toward the fleeing masses.

The knight's steel steed strode ahead, pulling the formation apart. Its powerful plasma engine spewed out scorching breath, and the sound of its hooves shattered the night, breaking through the curtain of darkness.

A purple-robed figure adorned with numerous gold ornaments joined the battle, yet his swordplay was unusually cautious. He hesitated as he chased after the exhausted lady, seemingly wanting to grasp the tattered hem of her dress with his exquisitely manicured hands.

But in the face of the queen and knights, who were baring their fangs and ready to fight to the death, the nobles were clearly not up to the task.

Guns against guns, warships dogfighting on decks, soldiers slaying in cabins, kings against kings, generals against generals, principalities against principalities, legion commanders against legion champions.

Conrad Coates spewed foul-smelling blood from his mouth as he crept in the shadows, toying with the arrogant visitors.

The dark night was his domain.

At this moment, the surging promethium and poison gas further increased his chances of winning.

"...You have no idea what you've done, Lion."

Conrad Coz hissed, and in a daze, the Lion King saw a dark shadow flash by on the ventilation duct.

He held the Lion Sword high, the lion now shrouded in shadow. Fugan did not follow, but followed Coz into the slaughterhouse. The Phoenix was trying to contact his offspring outside, because Leon was confident he could take down Coz alone.

【I know. 】

Leon Johnson said that he did not hesitate, did not waver, and was right; he was loyal.

You are the ignorant one, Conrad.

Koz chuckled, and Leon heard the sound of the chain rattling.

【you……】

As Koz spoke softly, the Lord of the Night suddenly became terrifying, uncontrollable anger and sorrow appearing simultaneously within him.

"...You are about to make the prophecy come true, Lion."

The next moment, the flying iron chain shot straight at Leon's face!

A crisp metallic clang rang out as Leon blocked the attack with his sword. The blood-stained chains clung tightly to his lion-shaped blade, the chains taut in mid-air, while the sword groaned as if it were dying.

Leon gripped the sword hilt with both hands, his arms trembling slightly under the immense force.

[Fool.] / [Madman!]

Zheng!

The immense force vanished abruptly. Having anticipated this, Leon immediately braced himself with his hind foot to regain his balance. His sword flashed through the air, leaving a silver trail, as the chain wrapped around the blade, which he hadn't had time to remove, struck his leg armor.

The lion roared, and the monster roared in response. A brief clash of weapons erupted, illuminating the two men.

A face twisted and utterly inhuman, a pair of winged helmets with bloodstains on the goggles, seemingly calm but actually brutal.

throat--!

The metal object broke apart.

Koz spit at the lion playfully, then vanished back into the night before the lion could strike again.

On the Nightfall, there is only midnight.

And now, the night is still long.

Koz's target was never the lion; he needed... he needed to get to the phoenix.

Those who are arrogant, foolish, stubborn, slow-witted, and biased are the lucky ones who bite the hardest.

He only knew how to make enemies, and thought that killing the enemy in front of him would solve everything. He was wrong, very wrong!

This is the last time, the very last time. If Conrad Coz fails—then let them all be condemned to eternal sin!

Leon Johnson, he will pay the price for his stupidity sooner or later!

Conrad rubbed his fingers together, tiny sparks flying from his fingertips. He happily bent down and snapped his fingers over the viscous liquid.

A bright burst of firelight erupted inside the cabin, blazing against the night sky and illuminating Leon's face, which seemed intent on killing Koz. The stubborn lion now appeared to have lost all desire to think.

Flames rose, scorching Conrad's limbs—the pain of trial, which he drank as if it were fine wine, as sweet spring water.

In ancient religions, fire dispelled ignorance and brought hope and light.

This was Conrad's final blessing to him and his brothers.

The space began to tremble, and a few small sparks erupted in the cabin filled with murky poisonous gas. Steps became unsteady, the best evidence that gravity was acting strangely.

The Nightfall is charging toward the warp rift torn open by the First Legion, with unstoppable momentum.

In the command room, Coswayne's pupils dilated suddenly. He realized Sevita's idea, and his attacks became even more ferocious, but that damned bat also possessed amazing martial arts skills.

They fought in the command room. Severta was almost insane. He wasn't even afraid of Coswayne attacking the Nightfall's command table, slicing open buttons with his knife to reveal the exposed wires inside.

It was as if they no longer needed the Queen Glory.

Coswayne's furious roar of questioning exploded.

"What exactly do you want?!"

Sevita's halberd deflected the sword.

"What do you want to do?" the Lord of the Ravens said, raising an eyebrow. He looked somewhat strained, yet he also seemed to be handling things with ease.

"The Midnight Lord has only ever wanted to survive."

"You were the ones who launched the attack first!"

It was Konrad Coates who launched the first attack on Fugen!