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

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Makado turned around and saw the shattered pottery figurines scattered all over the ground.

The old man silently cursed.

Only a madman would dare to place a timed nuclear bomb next to the Primarch.

Great!

I've read all the comments, there are too many to reply to, but I've received all the suggestions... I'll try to think about it... *collapses*

There might be more today, if I don't get stuck on my writing, but I don't recommend staying up late to wait. I'll be posting late at night if I'm going to.

Chapter 292 Conrad Coz is a madman

Sevita took a deep breath, the sweet, pungent smell of blood entering his esophagus along with the cool air.

He walked along the dark corridors of the Nightfall, where it was eternal night.

The company commander had repeatedly used words of intimidation, or forced back countless probing glances and words.

Their father, Conrad Coz, was never interested in this disorganized legion, which was riddled with factions, and Severta was just the one who could barely hold the helm.

"If you want to run, you can run now. Nobody will stop you."

"Sevita said in a gentle yet cruel voice."

They couldn't escape. Rather than panicking, the Midnight Lord ships, gathered together, were already surrounded by the fleets of Shadowmoon Wolves and Deathguards.

The Death Guard's ships were in a state of stalemate, while the Moon Wolf's ships separated the two sides.

But at the same time, it cleverly blocked the escape route of the Midnight Lords.

Horus didn't want them to leave; he knew it.

The reason why Koz and Sevita are on the Nightfall is that Sevita took advantage of the chaos to call the Midnight Lord's ship, urgently transferring herself and the Primarch away.

After all, the chaotic scene of the Death Guards charging at the Vengeful Spirits did create a good opportunity for them.

Sevita knew that if he didn't run this time, there might not be a next time.

He still remembered the last time he saw his father, Kurtz, locked up in a cell after his duel with Dorn. Kurtz was in a very unstable mental state. He was being punished because some truth had been haunting him, driving him mad.

Since then, Sevita could sense Conrad Coz's further indulgence and depravity in the Legion.

No, their father, Conrad Coz, he might... he might not be able to endure another trial.

Sevita knew how to win over the hearts of the legion, knew how to fight, and how to ruthlessly tear away human skin. He knew a lot, and he could do a lot.

But he was helpless when facing their father.

All Sevita knew was that Conrad Coz was no longer fit to be imprisoned on the Vengeful Spirit; the oppressive environment would drive him mad. The Lord of the Night needed to return, to the dark place of the Nightfall.

He proved to be right; as soon as he boarded the ship, the unconscious Coz immediately convulsed and vanished without a trace.

Sevita knew where his father had gone, but he couldn't go to the Lord of the Night immediately; the chaotic scene still needed an explanation.

The first company commander silently signaled an apology to the Shadowmoon Wolves and the Death Guards. He ordered the ships to de-escalate and lower all their cannons. The Midnight Lords cautiously lowered their weapons.

Except for Nightfall.

Throughout, this sinister behemoth maintained a state of high alert. If necessary, Sevita would give the order at any time to send the entire fleet to the Nightfall to Mandeville for a forced jump.

But the decision-making power is not in his hands.

Sevita was merely an executor of orders; he was not a decision-maker.

Severa walked down the long corridor. Shang Shou stood outside the Primarch's room, across the corridor, silently and sorrowfully watching Severa, as if offering condolences.

"How is the Primarch?"

Shang shook his head. This Primarch's close attendant spoke in a hoarse, sorrowful voice.

"I am not sure."

So Sevita continued walking forward, and faint groans and howls began to creep into his ears, some sharp, some low.

Finally, he stood before the door.

Severta looked down expressionlessly and saw blood seeping from the crack in the door. The blood was layered, some dried and some just flowing out.

Sevita placed his hand on the door, feeling the coolness.

"Father?"

He muttered something under his breath.

The madness on the other side of the door did not stop in the slightest, and the chill continued to seep into him.

Sevita felt pain, a pain that tore at him and made him feel cold all over.

He lowered his head, pressed it against the door, and spoke softly again, as if in a pleading tone.

"Father."

The seemingly impenetrable door opened, revealing a crack just wide enough for him to pass through. A mortal, resembling a rat, poked his head out from the crack, and the Primarch's groans drifted out.

The half-blind old man was nervous, but he still managed a smile.

“Hey, Yago, I knew you’d come. You had to come.”

“Keep your voice down,” the old man said. “He’s dreaming. Don’t wake him.”

After seeing who had opened the door for him, Sevita's last remaining sense of vulnerability vanished. He stared at the old man with a stern face.

“Trez, call me Sevita.”

Traz, the chronicler of the Midnight Lords, the Dream Eater, can observe dreams. For some reason, the Primarch favors this dwarf, telling him everything, even truths that even Severus cannot access.

Triz gave a sly, nervous smile.

“Okay, Yago.”

This was the second time, Sevita thought expressionlessly, but he still followed the old man's advice and stepped very, very gently into the Primarch's inner chamber—

Dead body.

There were corpses everywhere.

They were hung upside down in the room by rusty iron hooks, dark, viscous liquid dripping from their wounds. They were completely cold, yet they were still being dragged down like asphalt by gravity.

Symbols that Severa couldn't understand were drawn on these corpses with blood and wounds; they were the truths their father had brought back from a psionic dream.

Just looking at them sent chills down Sevita's spine.

The Dream Eater, Triz, gestured for him to be quiet, and then the hunched old man carefully slipped through the jungle of hanging corpses like a mouse.

Sevita took a deep breath, cursed under his breath, and followed.

It was very difficult for him not to make a sound; the body parts were too densely packed, and he wasn't as short as Trayz.

Bone fragments groaned as they broke beneath his feet.

The bloody flesh, sloughed or brutally torn apart, rubbed wetly against his shoulder armor, making a soft "bo" sound as he left.

Cold, blue, pale purple hands or feet brushed past his face, like the lush foliage of a jungle, trying to hold him back and warning him not to go any further.

But he had no choice.

With unwavering resolve, Sevita continued forward, the groans and curses growing louder. He parted the sea of ​​dead people's hair and finally saw his tormented father.

Coz huddled in the nest built of corpses, the material damp and soft. The Primarch's face showed a broken despair. He was wailing, repenting, cursing, roaring, crying, and laughing. He struggled to tear at the corpses and scribbled symbols on them with his fingers.

Sevita gasped, frozen in place, watching his father's anguish.

Now how to do?

Sevita didn't dare to speak. He turned his head, trying to find the old man who had brought him in.

Inside the Primarch's inner chamber, in this slaughterhouse-like space, there was a small, inconspicuous wooden table. Tracy didn't look at Sevita. The old man calmly pulled out a wooden chair and sat down in his place.

Traz took out a pen, spread a large sheet of parchment on the wooden table, and then stopped, doing nothing.

Sevita was about to try and call out to the damned old man, but then he realized something was wrong; the space had suddenly become quiet. He turned his head—

I saw a pair of pure black eyes.

[The game.]

He said.

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Koz was wailing.

He saw Horus, the wolf god who had just been smiling at him, transform into a grinning monster. Koz lost control of himself; he saw himself raise his spear and thrust it towards the wolf god—

Do not--!

Conrad Coates struggled to let go, jerking back his hand as if electrocuted. The spear in his hand transformed into a sword, and he saw Guilliman's angry eyes staring at him in despair.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

He didn't intend to kill them!

Koz screamed and shrank back into a corner of the room, the rough stone scraping against his back, the pain bringing him a slight sense of relief—

He turned around and saw Vulcan leaning against the wall of his cell, barely alive and covered in wounds.

Why did you do this, my brother?

Koz screamed again. He didn't want to do this! He didn't want this to happen!!!

He tried to back away awkwardly, using both hands and feet, but he soon bumped into something, the cold touch feeling strangely familiar.

Koz, trembling and panting, turned around—

Mortarian lay there, sometimes as Koz saw him, sometimes as filthy, but his lower body was gone! Swallowed by something black!

Black, murky liquid flowed from Mortarian's eyes.

Why didn't you save me?

Motalian said.

I tried! I tried! You're the one stopping me!!! Why are you stopping me?!

Koz shouted back, seizing on Mortalian's mistake and refuting it loudly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

But it's no use.

Mortarian, now only half-bodied, stared at him, then began to crawl toward Koz. Koz screamed and backed away, but he soon found himself trapped—

The black things surged up and swallowed everything; they swallowed Horus, swallowed Guilliman, swallowed Vulcan.

In the end, even Mortarion was swallowed up.

Now, apart from Coz, there is no one here—

But the water was still rising, it had gone over Koz's ankles, and the intense burning sensation stung him. He opened his mouth wide. No, no, no, no, Mortarian was gone, so why was the water still rising?

Where is the water flowing? Where? Where exactly is it?

Koz knelt down frantically, searching the water for its source, but there was nothing there! Aside from body parts, he couldn't find anything else!

Water droplets are falling.

Koz stopped abruptly. Incredulously, cautiously, and with trembling hands, he reached out and touched his chin, where water had flowed.

Then he opened his mouth and stuck his finger in—

He took out that thing, this piece of flesh, which was cursing him.

Koz suddenly opened his eyes and saw Sai, who was standing there, looking lost and helpless. He was in pain, and so were they.

He died in the tournament.

[The game.]

He softly called out the name of the child he was most proud of.

He walked over and carefully examined Sai. He told him not to be nervous; they were on trial.

The Midnight Lord was torn apart and frozen. He died in a corner of the Great Crusade, a warrior who fell on the battlefield—

He walked over, looked at Sai coldly, and said to let them come; the Midnight Lord was right.

The Midnight Lord was torn apart and frozen. He died in a struggle with his Primarch brother, his proudest child, dying while protecting him.