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

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Under normal circumstances, especially during the Great Crusade, Sevita would never have done this; it would have been disrespectful to the Primarch.

But now, the order has been broken, and things are no longer the same.

In the shattered galaxy, the Primarch is nothing more than a rag doll unable to control its own destiny.

As the final decision-maker of the Eighth Legion, Sevita could not afford to show weakness.

"grown ups,"

Sevita forced a smile, but it was more of a grimace than a cry, revealing his sharp teeth.

“My father said he doesn’t want to see you.”

"Sevitta said softly," Fugen said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. The Primarch's slender fingers, resting on Sevitta's shoulder armor, tightened slightly, causing the armor to groan as if it were about to shatter.

[Did he say that—or do you think he should say it?]

In all honesty, Severta realized that this time it really was Conrad Coz who said it himself. Although he had locked Coz up, tied him to a pillar, extracted his gene seed at maximum frequency, and withheld his food to reduce the frequency of his madness—in all honesty, this time it really was Conrad Coz who said it himself.

Even if he was acting crazy when he said that.

Sevita grinned again, but this time it was pure mockery. Endless suffering had long since rendered him unafraid of the Primarch.

Fugen sensed something was wrong with the Midnight Lord, just as Sevita sensed something was wrong with the Phoenix.

Severta silently crossed Fugen off the list of potential allies, leaving only Saint-Gilles on the list.

“My lord, this is what Conrad Coz said in the name of the Emperor, but if you insist on seeing him—I can disobey his orders.”

Fugen shoved Sevita away abruptly, and Phoenix gave a disdainful snort.

Just as I thought.

Fugen said coldly,

"Greedy bastards, what do you want to spare my brother?"

Sevita stretched out his arms in vain.

“My lord, this is not our original intention, but after the Star Torch was extinguished, my father’s condition deteriorated day by day, and we have no choice but to do so.”

Fugan fell silent. Sevita could see beneath his glamorous, refined exterior a corner of endless weariness and doubt.

There will always be a place to rest.

Fugen said,

Now, take me to see my brothers—don't try anything funny, or the Emperor's Son can tear your fleet apart at any moment.

Sevita stepped aside to make way for the Phoenix.

"I will obey your orders, but please allow me to say one last thing: my father, Conrad Coz, said he does not want you to go to him."

【lead the way.】

Great!

Chapter 456 Broken Dream

They were once glorious.

But the good times are gone.

It's all too late, isn't it?

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The pitch-black darkness rustled and whispered on this massive, complex ship, watching over the people like a rodent.

The Midnight Lord's ship was empty, like a hollow shell left after death.

Normally, Fugen would advise Coz to pay attention to the atmosphere on the legion's ships, as they were an army fighting for the empire and needed to maintain strict discipline.

but now……

The Midnight Lord's ships, reeking of corpses, seemed more like they were truly born for the present galaxy.

The galaxy is dead.

What they have now obtained is a corpse.

The starlight extinguished, and a crack split the heavens, watching them, from which true evil emerged—

DEAMON

Demon... Demon... Fugen breathed steadily. It was a demon, no matter how they described it as a "warp creature" or tried to gloss over it, it was still a demon.

And demons... live in hell.

Right now, at this very moment, this place is hell.

Countless demons emerged from the swaying shadows, tearing apart their armies and whispering endlessly, without end, to the souls.

There is no hope.

Fugen's original plan was to go to the Sixteenth Legion to ask War Marshal Horus what was going on and what the Emperor's orders were.

But he couldn't find the Sixteenth Army.

The son of Horus has disappeared.

So Fuggen immediately changed his target; he wanted to go to Cygnus X-1, the place where his best friend, Phenus, had last gone.

But before he could set off, the sixth demonic tide held back the Emperor's Son, and the Third Legion suffered heavy losses along with the half-human, half-snake aliens.

While fighting the demons, Fugen heard some... bad rumors.

He urgently needed to get to Cygnus X-1 to see the truth behind the rumors, but at this moment, in the dark side of the Empire, the psionic turbulence at Cygnus X-1 was already visible to the naked eye.

No matter where you stand, you can see that giant eye, gazing at them with a blank, foolish look, devoid of joy or sorrow.

He needs allies; the emperor's son cannot go there alone.

The best partner would naturally be Horus, but the sons of Horus have disappeared.

Next, he thought of Koz. The Koz of the past might have been able to do this, but after the Redemption Expedition, the Midnight Lord was already severely wounded.

A lion? He wouldn't agree with a phoenix.

Angels? A subconscious thought stirred deep within Fugen's soul. Archangels are perfect—he wouldn't… he wouldn't agree to such a rash plan.

The phoenix is ​​trapped.

He had no idea where he was going, no goal, and every galaxy was sending them distress signals—they tried to save two of them, but then Phoenix realized it was a never-ending cycle.

There are countless stars in this galaxy, and now every single one of them is bleeding.

You pick up one, then turn around and pick up another, and the first one will sink back into the river of blood.

After weighing the options, Fugen abandoned the rescue efforts in other star systems.

Now, Phoenix has two paths before it.

...Find allies, then head to Cygnus X-1, or find a star system, establish a firm foothold, and make other plans.

But before that, his fleet discovered the Midnight Lord.

Phoenix was worried about Kurtz, and he also knew about Kurtz's mad abilities—Phoenix had caught a glimpse of Kurtz's madness during his previous interactions with Conrad.

He had thought it was just the ravings of a madman.

Until the madman's fragments of speech began to overlap with the now-mad universe.

Conrad Coz is telling the truth.

The phoenix, desperate, slow, and resolute, slid down, aware of this.

Conrad Coates went mad because he foresaw all of this.

If it were Fugen, he wouldn't think he could have remained rational either.

He had told Dorn what Conrad had said, and Dorn had reprimanded Conrad.

...Fogan took a deep breath, his long, smooth, silvery-white hair appearing dull in the darkness of the Midnight Lord.

He did something wrong.

Fugan realized that Conrad was right, he was right.

Severta, standing before him, stopped before a heavy door. The cunning Lord of the Night turned and bared his fangs at Fugen—Fugen guessed he was trying to smile.

"One last reminder,"

Sevitali said in a sharp voice,

"You should return to your fleet immediately and then leave—it's for your own good."

Fugan stared at Sevita,

I know, Conrad Coates has gone mad.

Phoenix said firmly,

But he is still my brother, and I hope to see him.

"As you wish."

Sevita gave a flamboyant and exaggerated bow, then opened the door with a creaking sound, and a strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.

At the same time, the Night Lord's shriek rang out.

【I know why you're here!!! Hahahahahaha—hiss—hahahahahaha—】

[Fugen! Fugen, son of the emperor, now I will tell you the answer!]

Fugen abruptly drew his sword and retreated, but it was too late. His vision went completely black, except for a glimmer of frenzied white. The next moment, Fugen realized that it was Koz's eyes.

He heard Sevita's shout and the sound of hurried footsteps: the Primarch had breached containment again! The Lord of the Ravens' roar echoed through the corridors and faded into the distance.

Sevita also fled with them. Sensing something was wrong, Sevita immediately escaped. Next, they could seal off the area and then introduce poison gas.

Conrad Coates was there, hanging upside down from the door frame, his tangled, greasy black hair hanging down. He stared at Fugen, mad, yet at one moment turning into a sigh of despair.

Koz reached out and gently stroked Fugen's face.

It was only then that Fugen realized he had underestimated the extent of the Lord of the Night's madness.

The ripped galaxy completely drove this madman insane.

It showed him countless broken and bloody endings.

"...Poor thing, poor thing, let me tell you..."

Koz said gently, his foul breath spraying onto Phoenix's face, "..."

Fernús Manus is dead.

Phoenix stood there, seemingly oblivious to Koz's words.

He died in our father's plan, died without regret, died so easily, betrayed, forgotten—only you remember him, poor Fernus.

Fugen felt a buzzing in his ears. He heard his heart pounding, the wind howling, the sound of blood spurting, distant footsteps, the whispers of the devil, he heard… he heard…

Fernús Manus is dead.

"Koz said softly, stroking Fuggen's face with his filthy hands, without restraint."

Sharp fingernails slowly extended.

Fugen…betrayal…fallen, Koz thought intermittently.

He stared at the beautiful phoenix before him—his mentor, what a wonderful relationship! He taught him how to bathe, how to change clothes, and the etiquette among nobles.

But in the end, he abandoned them, and ran naked through the malevolent wasteland.

No… Coz thought, don’t fall, Phoenix.

If he is destined to fall, then he should fall completely, with his wings intact.

Koz wanted to save the Phoenix, but he himself was shattered and suffocated in the river of blood.

Only one being can save them, but it has already chosen those it saves—those who have been forgotten, abandoned, and left to languish on the corpses of the galaxy.

So… Coz thought,

He sensed the impending eruption of the subspace rift.