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

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Inside the hall, the intensity of psionic energy instantly began to fluctuate.

[So? Did you see how your baby bat died?]

"Motalian scoffed."

His response was a meaningless and painful scream from Conrad Coz, who howled like a wild beast suddenly blinded by bright light as he hid back in the darkness, the giant monster concealing himself among the stacks of torture instruments.

Beneath the gas mask, Mortarian's lips curled into an almost grotesque smile.

He guessed correctly.

Conrad Coz possesses unstable prophetic abilities, and these are related to psychic powers.

But what pleased Mortalian most was that the prophecy would bring Conrad Coz pain.

That was enough for him; he already knew what to do.

Mortarian stood in the hall, listening to Conrad Coz's wails and Severta's faint breathing. Mist rose around him, confirming his suspicions. At this moment, the Lord of Death was clearly invincible.

His waist, laden with ammunition, clearly indicated his agreement.

The next moment, Koz, his eyes bloodshot, burst out of the shadows once more, and swung a claw at Mortalian with an even greater thirst for death!

Mortarian readily accepted the attack, staring intently at Conrad's pupils, which were clearly trembling abnormally, and let out a distinct sneer—

In an instant, the sound of metal clashing was like the rapid raindrops in a stormy night, dancing wildly, one sound after another, one slash after another, each sound crisper and each slash faster than the last!

The two demigods nearly turned into phantoms, sparks illuminating the hall, and their shadows flickered rapidly beneath their feet.

In the brief moment between flashes of light, Mortarian transformed words into a sharp blade, stabbing fiercely at Koz—

[What did you see? He's not dead, is he? Otherwise, you wouldn't have kept attacking me.]

But I'll tell you, Conrad Coates, you can't even decide the fate of your own child!

Conrad Coz responded to Mortarian with his furious howl, each claw strike more ferocious than the last. If he didn't defeat Mortarian, he would never be able to leave this place, nor save Sai!

[You're nothing but a smug, blind man! Trying to reclaim your last shred of pathetic self-respect with your pathetic little tricks!!!]

But Mortarian stared at him, stared into Koz's eyes, and wondered if the image of his offspring's death was reflected in his eyes.

[A pathetic little trick? You're wrong!]

The next instant, Mortarian had another bullet in his hand, and Korz, who had been on guard, immediately tried to retreat. A white light flashed, and Conrad Korz snarled as he hid back in his cover in the darkness. It was just a sneak attack from Mortarian, and he was now ready to deal with it.

Conrad Coates stared at the half-mad figure, preparing for the prophecy to arrive. The faint prophecy would not slow him down; on the contrary, it would let him know how he should kill the enemy in front of him in the next moment.

He focused his attention intently; faint phantoms, those possibilities representing the future, were beginning to emerge.

The next moment, dust exploded, and the burning sensation immediately surged through Conrad's sanity—

No—the prophecy is being weakened!

At the moment Koz was stunned, Mortalian's scythe and his words arrived at Koz, and the two Primarchs began to fight each other in the pile of torture instruments.

Now you're blind too, how does that feel?!

Mortarian laughed as he cleaved through the instruments of torture that blocked his pursuit of Koz in the jungle with his giant scythe. His armor was torn apart by the sharp adamantite tools, but he paid no heed.

【Am I blind? I see more than you do!】

【You're a lunatic! Konrad Coz! A complete and utter scoundrel!!!】

Do you really want to trade your supreme Primarch status for peace, with the price being merely your children?! No, no, no, no, if you want to feel pain, use your own soul!

Coz howled as he weaved through the torture instruments, trying to fight back, but the ammunition at Mortalian's waist told him that closing the distance now would only bring him a new round of pain.

I have long since fallen into the abyss of suffering. The guilty must be punished, and I have already seen my destined fate! And you, what right do you have to judge me?!

Mortarian reached out expressionlessly and crushed another metal incense burner, the thick mist almost leaving dew on their armor.

What qualifications are required?

He felt the mist surrounding him; in addition to the necessary anesthesia and dulling, it also contained hallucinogenic and heightened sensitivity agents.

[What do you think of the identity of the victim's close friend?]

Have you ever felt the revenge of the innocent souls who perished at your hands?!

The next moment, two grenades landed beside Koz, exploding into two dazzling fireworks.

Conrad Coz leaped away with unimaginable agility, dodging the core blast radius of the two grenades. He shrieked as he turned and lunged at the Mortarian attacking him.

Although the two grenades slightly blurred his vision, it did not hinder the Night Lord's attack!

The Lord of the Night struck first, pressing close to Mortalian and using his power claws to restrain Mortalian's hand from reaching for the grenade, while his other hand lunged towards Mortalian's neck.

Mortarian turned around and slammed Koz, who was wrapped around him, into the rack of torture instruments next to them. The sharp spikes tore open the joint between Koz's helmet and neck, and blood immediately gushed out.

But Koz was not deterred by the intense pain. Mortarian finally threw away his clumsy and overly long scythe and tried to block Koz's frantic scratches with his bare hands.

The two Primarchs began to fight amidst the pile of torture instruments, blood and flesh splattering everywhere. At this moment, both of them had clearly lost their rationality and began to attack each other with every means of attack they could think of.

The sturdy and towering instruments of torture shattered in the Primarchs' fierce battle, and a profound silence descended upon the darkness. Both Primarchs possessed superhuman willpower; their splattered blood nearly filled the entire hall, yet the fighting continued unabated.

Time seemed to have passed for a very long time.

Finally, a figure staggered to his feet from the darkness and ruins. He was swaying precariously, but he still managed to stay upright.

Conrad Coz struggled and staggered to Sai's body. Sai had stopped breathing, and the spot in his chest where the lamp had pierced through had turned a morbid dark green.

No, no, no, no, the prophecy just now told him that Sai won't die. Why? Why?! Why?!

He had clearly discussed it with Sai beforehand, so why did it end up like this?!

Is this the future he has chosen?

Covered in wounds and delirious, Conrad Coz could no longer hold on. He knelt beside Sai's body and howled loudly like a wounded beast.

Pain surged up like a tidal wave. He had messed everything up; he had neither killed the monster nor saved his own company commander.

Midnight ghosts never weep, but Conrad's vision began to blur. Blurred white dots appeared in his dark pupils, growing larger and larger.

In the pure white light, Koz blinked in confusion.

He found himself surrounded by a sea of ​​torture instruments, ashes raining down on him.

Koz opened his mouth

That was a prophetic scene!

He whirled around, only to see Mortariana's scythe handle looming large in his vision—

Koz's pupils constricted sharply.

A rustling sound. He opened his eyes and saw Mortalian's tattered cloak as he was being dragged. No. No. He tried to exert force, but found himself unable to move.

As if sensing that he was awake, the monster turned around and smiled at him.

He fell into a coma again.

Darkness, pure darkness, enveloped him. It surrounded him, making a cacophony of sounds, but it did not transform into anything else. This was rare; even the Lord of Night, who ruled the night, could not enjoy a completely dreamless, pitch-black dream.

[Scum, wake up.]

A faint sound came from the distant shore.

Koz was immersed in complete darkness and didn't want to pay attention to the sound that made him instinctively nauseous—

The next moment, his entire face began to burn with pain, and a violent feeling of suffocation gripped his neck. He felt the flesh and blood in his airway peeling away, blocking his trachea—

Koz suddenly emerged from the darkness, trying to gasp for breath, but only intensified the pain, as if claws were tearing at his internal organs, screaming and cursing his life.

His vision gradually cleared, and a pair of yellow eyes were staring at him with great interest.

Directly above Koz's head, Mortarian was smiling down at him; he could see the dry, cracked scar at the corner of Mortarian's mouth—

Where is that mask?

His gaze followed Mortarian's arm down, where the metal tube attached to the mask was wrapped around Mortarian's arm, moving with him.

The mask was now pressed against his face, and the flesh on his face had rotted so badly that the white bone was exposed.

Koz screamed as he struggled to break free or strike Mortarian, but his heavy body couldn't muster any strength, and he found his limbs pinned to the spot by the dismantled clubs.

Mortarian licked his chapped lips.

【woke up?】

Koz glared at him angrily, trying to kill Mortarian with his eyes, but the Lord of Death was clearly not intimidated. He enthusiastically removed Koz's gas mask.

Koz watched helplessly as the mask, stained with his own flesh and blood, along with part of the tip and bridge of his nose, disappeared into the distance along with it.

I forgot to bring any energy drinks; that was a mistake.

[Later I realized that my air could produce a similar reaction.]

Motalian stared intently at Koz, casually tossing the gas mask aside, the metal tube connecting it to the mask violently ripped off.

First of all, your kids can't possibly get here. The poison gas has already spread, and they know nothing about you except that you're still alive.

Mortarian smacked his lips.

Secondly, you're still alive, and your brat is still alive too. Shut up, listen—

Mortarian pressed his filthy hand firmly against Koz's festering mouth without any mercy. Koz's teeth made a snapping sound, and then Mortarian nervously made a shushing gesture.

Koz was forced to be quiet for a second; he could hear the drumbeat of blood rushing through his veins, and more.

The faint breathing sound did not belong to either of the two Primarchs.

"Look, he's still alive. Now we can proceed with the trial."

[Didn't you love judgment the most during your arguments with Horus? Since we're brothers, I'll choose the form you prefer.]

Mortarian released his hand from Koz's mouth, rubbed it against Koz's power armor in disgust, and then took out a potion from his belt while muttering to himself.

I'm not being unreasonable—compared to you, Conrad Coates, I only want you to experience my pain, I only want revenge.

The trial process was simple: you inflicted me with pain, and I'll repay you with pain. Alright, trial over.

Mortarian narrowed his eyes and flicked the potion in his hand.

But clearly, one Sevita is not enough.

You haven't suffered enough.

He wasn't even a close friend from your time on your home planet.

Conrad Coz opened his eyes wide. He wanted to say something, but his vocal cords were completely corroded, and he could only utter whimpers—Motalian was doing it on purpose.

Mortarian looked at his brother with feigned anger.

[What's going on? You haven't even made any friends on your home planet? You don't even have any subordinates. What have you been doing on your home planet? Not even a single ape-human will want to approach you? You can only rely on your pathetic genetic seed to bewitch some ignorant and innocent offspring?]

Mortarian stared “gently” at his “brother”.

So, given that you're such a terrible person who doesn't even have any friends, I have to find a way to make up for my pain in other ways.

Motalian was silent for a moment, Koz was unable to move, and Sevita's breathing became even more shrill in the brief silence—he could break at any moment.

You really like prophecies, don't you?

Motalian began injecting Conrad Coz with the drug.

[I already guessed it. You attacked my commander because of your damned prophecy, didn't you?]

Conrad's breathing quickened, his pupils dilated, and Mortalian's words became distorted and distant.

[A little hallucinogen, a small gift for my "brother," nothing more, after all, you gave me such a surprise.]

Mortarian carefully lifted Conrad Coz and laid him in a semi-reclined position so he could see the dying Sevita.

Swollen, filthy flesh bulged over Sevitana's piercing chest wound.

Motalian, expressionless, raised a bomb in front of Conrad Coz.

"boom!"

Then there's the second one.

"boom!"

Then came the third one.

"boom!"

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth.