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

Chapter 289. Mortarion and Curz could have been friends
Death Guard, no, Night Lords, no, Death Guard and Night Lords?No no no.

Horus, who had just had a quarrel with Curze, felt exhausted, and his younger brother was still absolutely pessimistic about everything about the Great Crusade, and did not believe in the legitimacy of any of it.

Horus didn't think he could convince Curze, something even Fulgan hadn't been able to do.

So he chose a rougher way, because his brother sometimes only understands and accepts power.

During the conversation between the two, Mortarion became an interested bystander, and the Lord of Death picked himself out in terms of perception, which was also an attitude that made Horus a little unhappy.

He thought of Mortarion at the banquet, and Mortarion who met Moon Wolf for the first time
But the value of the Death Guard is still in front of him. This is a legion that is not small, and it is good at advancing frontally.

Horus might try to befriend others in the Death Guard command, build his authority on those people, and establish a good relationship with the moon wolf-not on a brother who is not normal.

As for Konrad Koz, according to Horus' knowledge, compared to the Death Guard, which has a more flat management system, the interior of the Night Lords is much more complicated. It seems that they have not yet formed a strong and effective management team.

But no matter how many thoughts Horus had in his mind, today's conversation ended hastily, and no one convinced anyone. Horus firmly decided on his plan.

After all, Konrad Koz’s qualifications are not enough. This is a realistic problem. When the Primarchs gather together, they often return to the ground sooner, the more brilliant their legion’s record, and the more leadership they can obtain——

It was an unspoken rule between brothers, and it generally worked well for Horus.

The Wolf God rubbed his brow, he looked a little tired, but the two people in the room who might have realized this were silent about it.

"Please go back, both of you. Regarding this civilization, we still need a more careful plan."

Horus issued an order to expel the guests. Generally speaking, he would personally send the two away, but today he did not do so.

This sentence obviously made the three of them heave a sigh of relief, and Curze quickly got up with relief, while Mortarion still acted like a slow-moving dead man.

But Horus decided to let all of them go in his heart after Mortarion said goodbye to Horus at the end.

So Mortarion and Curze left with the Luna Wolf's machine servants, leaving Horus in a small golden room.

They decided to find the diplomatic fighters they brought here first, and then leave. Due to the design of Vengeful Spirit, another large living room is at the end of the corridor.

The Servant walked forward in the corridor without saying a word, the two Primarchs silently followed behind it, Curze was walking against the wall, as if he would disappear in the next second, and Mortarion walked confidently in the corridor. In the middle of the corridor.

The hands of the clock on the wall were slightly twisted.

This time is already too long for a Primarch, and it is no surprise that Mortarion has achieved a good score of No.1 in the mini-game of [the one who speaks first will lose].

Curz's soft and hoarse voice sounded, and the High Gothic of the Night King still had a big accent. In Mortarion, Konrad Koz saw a certain possibility, so he spoke abnormally up,

At least, Mortarion behaved differently from Fulgrim, from Dorn, Horus, Guilliman, and Magnus.

[My brother. What do you think this human civilization should be judged? 】

This is a greeting.

Mortarion was still striding forward. If Horus and Curze were thrown away, the Lord of Death would choose to use air forces to control the air supremacy near the main city, and then directly attack.

Although the human civilization here is strong, but in the intricate urban environment, the maneuverability of space fighters is good, and troops with high individual combat power are obviously superior. The enemy's heavy armor cannot be fully deployed——

But the premise is that the Death Guard must occupy the air supremacy.

They can launch a surprise attack, like Galaspa, to control the main city on the opposite side, and the dignitaries there, to force the enemy to surrender before the enemy's main force reacts.

Of course, as to how these cities will be burned in the war (especially with the blessing of the Death Guard signature weapon), and whether this will hurt civilians, there is a question mark.

Horus' plan was not entirely unfeasible, but Mortarion still felt that it was less likely. He needed to completely smash the opponent instead of gently telling them that the Empire was coming.

But under the hood, Mortarion's amber eyes silently glanced at Curze. During the previous quarrel with Horus, he had fully understood the brother's combat style.

To be honest, the Lords of Death look down on this [sneak attack] tactic. They should make the opponent fully aware of the power of the legion, the unstoppable force that simultaneously crushes the main force of the opponent—not this kind of trick Clever tactics.

But it does work, too, like Horus' plan.

For Mortarion, this is an irrelevant issue, because the decision-making power does not belong to him, and he naturally loses interest in further evaluation of these tactics.

It's not as good as the pharmacy, or let him go to the battlefield directly.

Mortarion rolled his eyes silently in his heart, he still hoped to encounter a few battles [for him to lead].

Although he thought so in his heart, Mortarion still gave a different answer, because other than tactics, he could not decide. He realized that Curz's attitude in dealing with things—maybe he had a lot in common with him. topic.

Mortarion spoke, his words slurred.

[They need to be completely crushed, not given them a buffer time. 】

Curz's laughter sounded again, he seemed to be in a happy mood, and the quarrel with Horus just now did not leave too many traces.

Mortarion had no idea how Curze managed to do this.

[Can you talk about the virus you just mentioned? 】

This is an obvious gesture of goodwill, which opened up a certain possibility between the two of them.

So far, so good, Mortarion maintained the necessary vigilance and began counting the cute and charming little ones in his apothecary.

Curze listened with interest, and from time to time announced his new uses for these little ones, and Mortarion realized that his brother had far more creativity than ordinary people in terms of torture and abuse.

The Lord of Death didn't respond to this. He thought that death was the most terrifying punishment, and there was no need to skin the body before death. These were too delicate and ineffective.

Mortarion had a hard time imagining the scene of the death guard skinning someone else, which had a sense of disobedience.

But given Curze's enthusiasm for his potions, Mortarion decided to put those emotions to rest.

"If you want," said Mortarion, "I have three different potions here, each with its own interpretation of fear, and I think you'll like them." 】

They will strengthen people's perception of fear, and at the same time make limbs weak and heartbeat faster. They are ineffective against all death guards, including ghost dogs.

Some gadgets, anyway, the Death Guard will not release these things on the battlefield, they have potions that can melt bones and make blood boil, so there is no need for these things to exist.

Curz's voice obviously became more cheerful, his previous speculation was confirmed, there is a brother who can [tolerate], even [understand] what he did.

Although Mortarion is not as perfect as Fulgrim. As elegant.

[Thank you, my brother, fear is a cure for the plague of disorder]

Coz murmured.
Suddenly, Mortarion heard a light click beside him, he blinked suspiciously, and looked at Curze from the corner of his eye.

Curz is still the same, but even more embarrassed?
No. No, no, those nightmares would catch up to Curz every time he tried to step out, that was the future, that was the established fact—

Curz looked at Mortarion sadly, the Plague Lord was looking at him with contempt, Mortarion in front of him became blurred, huge, soft and wet moth wings trembled on Mortarion's back.

A thick, damp mist of mucus enveloped him, and Mortarion grew puffy and... more fertile.

That was the end of Mortarion, he betrayed, he fell, he fell into the abyss, beyond redemption.
Curze's breathing became short of breath.

The future is doomed to be dark, and human beings will spend tens of thousands of years in chaos and conflict with each other. Their father is a liar, who promised lies to deceive the entire civilization.

Some uneasy black noises surrounded Mortarion's body, and tinnitus hissed beside him, but Curze ignored them. Compared with the maddening screams, these black spots were just a glimpse in a dream.

Mortarion was hesitant to ask Curze if he was okay, but Mortarion knew that would be an insult, at least to him.

He wasn't sure if Curz felt the same way.

But Curz struggled to speak, his pale face became painful,
【Mortarion, do you want to know your future? 】

Mortarion raised his scythe in an instant, and the heavy scythe was placed discreetly between the two, opening a gap.

[What are you talking about, Conrad? 】

Curze was also obviously frightened by Mortarion's violent outburst. He shook his head in pain and scratched his messy hair uneasily, with blood oozing from between his fingers.

The black dots that disturbed him were getting denser and denser, like an old TV set that was gradually breaking down, making his dizzy tinnitus scream
[Do you believe in the Great Expedition? 】

Curz spoke in pain,
【I do not believe. ] Mortarion spoke cautiously, 【The future is pale and painful, but... what happened to you, my brother? 】

Mortarion chose carefully from the various words, and the Lord of Death realized that Curze clearly knew something.

Did he see it too.?

【my future?I've heard that some of us have prophetic powers. Is that yours, Conrad? 】

But when Mortarion admitted the painful future, Curz sighed deeply. It was like the wail of a wild beast, and also like a helpless admission.

"I'm sorry," Curz whispered, and the monster from Nostramo sighed loudly, spreading his huge, sharp hands, "We can't change anything. 】

It felt weird, like the lightning that split the wilderness in the middle of the night and hit Mortarion straight.

Mortarion retracted his scythe, and Annihilation cracked softly on the Vengeful Spirit's floor, and Mortarion looked to Konradkoze, Barbarus' hoarseness tinged with his voice as well.

[No,] Mortarion said very carefully, [at least I will never admit it. 】

But Curze didn't hear what Mortarion said, tinnitus, huge tinnitus, darkness, no, not the blackness of the night, but a more brutal darkness that Curze couldn't describe.

Curze tried to keep his eyes open, and now Mortarion's whole body was covered by those black noisy noises, clamoring for something.

The Lord of the Night is trying to find some traces of possible existence in these black spots that do not appear in even the deepest nightmare
He sees, he sees.
No, no no no no no no no no no no no no-

Conrad Kotz jerked his head away—

Sevita!
No no no no no, his fate is not cut off here!
Mortarion froze for a moment in astonishment, and Curze disappeared in an instant——

A feeling of uneasiness gripped Mortarion's heart, and his blood began to boil.

Without hesitation, Mortarion ran towards the large conference room at the end of the corridor,
The next moment, the familiar feeling of the soul in the air made his eyes go black.

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