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

Chapter 293 284. A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye

Unexpectedly, the Death Guard displayed an almost brutal indifference.

Horus looked from the porthole. In the distance, the capable ships of the Death Guard were floating quietly. They kept a certain distance from the Night Lord, like wolves dotting far behind the flock.

They present an orderly formation, a sort of echoing contrast to the Night Lords' apparently chaotic fleet of ships.

Thinking of the previous scene, Horus once again let out a deep breath.

He tried to sort out some ideas from the messy scene, but strong emotions always prevented him from going back to that day. He heard Curze's scream, he heard Mortarion's roar, the smell of blood, screams Shouting to the fleeing cabin crew.
Then there was a night lord, Sevtar, whom Horus knew, standing there with blood on his gauntlets, silent and trembling in front of him.

Horus took another deep breath and lowered his head. He must have lost his composure then, and the Wolf God could only remember the screams of his brothers, one furious, the other hoarse.

Then Horus's memory jolted, and all was quiet.

The empty corridor became silent again, and Horus could hear the beeping of the cabin instruments, and he heard a muffled sound, which was the sound of people falling or kneeling, and bones hitting the ground.

After a brief moment—

Horrific, long laughter, accompanied by screams resounded, it was like the screams of the dead crawling out of the grave.

Horus watched, looking at the room at the end of the corridor, from which sound and fear, accompanied by light, spilled over the corridor carpet.

He clenched his saber tightly, and he wanted to see what happened, but the high pressure in the air told him that if he took one more step, he would reach the forbidden zone of life.

He just stood there helplessly, waiting, and he could only wait——

When the terrified beast dragged its tail and walked back into the room, the God of Wolf Shepherd rushed out immediately.

He rushed over, he saw blood, he saw the remains of armor scattered all over the place, he saw he saw...
Horus paused for a moment.

He seemed to understand, no, even sympathized with Ruth.

Brothers and feet fighting each other, swords facing each other, this... this is unimaginable, the killing intent burst out in their eyes... no... no. just a little... just a little bit!If he's one more millisecond late!No, no no no no!
Even though Horus did not allow his thoughts to slip into the abyss, in the dark corner of the wolf god's heart, a certain possibility was opened.

Before that, this lock was covered by moral sense, family affection, and all kinds of justice and light. He never thought about it, and never thought about it.

He still doesn't think about it now, but he has witnessed that this means some kind of beginning, a new beginning, and now, even the wolf god himself will not realize it.

He will only be entangled in the bad status quo.

The star language to ask for instructions from Terra has been sent out, but it still takes time for the transmission of the information and the mobilization of the ships. The God of Wolf Shepherd does not believe that they can receive assistance from the empire in a short time.

Surely Conrad Koz, his brother, needs to be tried, or stripped of his Legion?

Horus couldn't judge the severity of the punishment, he only knew that this was not the first time, Curze had disputes with many brothers, Dorne, Guilliman, Magnus... Did they fight?Or just a quarrel and conflict?Horus didn't know the details.

But this time -- it was clear that Coz had crossed the line.

The Lord of the Night has crossed the line, Horus doesn't know what Curze is doing, what is he doing?But his actions had enraged the Lord of Death thoroughly, and Horus knew that Mortarion would make Curze pay.

The God of Wolf Shepherd felt troubled. After all, he was not a cold and heartless lion, or a Gorgon banshee known only for efficiency and results. To some extent, he still had the necessary affection for some of his brothers.

So far, both the Death Guard and the Night Lords have communicated with Horus individually - but not the Legion Master.

Jia Luo of the Death Guard calmly told Horus that due to the personal situation of the legion leader, the Death Guard could not immediately participate in this joint operation.

At the same time, he hoped that the Luna Wolves and the Death Guard would surround the Night Lord's ship together to [prevent them from taking irrational actions].

This is a reasonable request, and Horus naturally agrees.

On the other end, Sevtar represented the Night Lords with a deadpan face, unilaterally apologizing to the Luna Wolves and the Death Guard.

He also said that the head of the legion is not in good condition and is unable to respond to news from the outside world.

Both parties said they needed time to relax, so Horus was back on the corridor again, and there was nothing he could do
The God of Wolf Shepherd began to wait desperately, like a beast trapped in place, constantly circling.

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The Death Guard fell silent again.

The dark cabin, the silent space, is drowsy.

Mortarion sat in the dark, blood still on his battered armor.

He said nothing, rejecting any Death Guard who tried to communicate and heal him.

Mortarion sat in the dark for a day and a night, facing the door of the treatment room, Reaper holding his scythe, hunchbacked and silent.

The next day, when the pharmacist who had been providing emergency treatment all day opened the door, he saw only the dried blood on the seat, and the Lord of Death himself had already left.

On the third day, Mortarion came out of the potion room, breathing heavily and panting under the mask of the Lord of Death, and no one could see his eyes clearly under the shadow of his hood.

He found Vaux first and gave his order.

Next, he went to Hades' office.

The previously busy office was terribly deserted, Mortarion silently glanced at Hades' food on the table, and then looked away.

The Lord of Death was familiar with the road, and opened Hades' government affairs cabinet. He took out the necessary documents, sat in Hades' seat, and began to change and sign.

Then he pulled out the blank paper and drafted the document.

Mortarion finished his work quickly, though the pile of papers that reached his knees at the Death Lord's feet believable the magnitude of the work.

Vorx came in, and the Son of Barbarus silently and responsibly put away the papers Mortarion had signed.

Mortarion sighed.

From this position he looked up, staring at the huge Macragge rug, stupid blue harsh and bright.

Mortarion skillfully pulled out a light blue and white letter paper from Hades's treasured paper, on which the delivery address had already been written.

He gave a self-deprecating sneer, and began writing for his brother Guilliman.

Some necessary exhortations some. Foolish hopes, but if Hades believes in Guilliman so much, then he can too
"grown ups,"

Vaux finally broke the silence,

"Are you really going to do this?"

Mortarion's hand paused as he wrote the letter, a tiny black dot blew out at the end of the letter.

[You can't fall down. 】

He said succinctly,
Vorx seemed to wobble a bit, but that might have been an illusion, for he was still standing firmly in front of Mortarion, holding the document Mortarion had signed.

He just watched his father quietly, sitting in front of him and working.

Soon, Mortarion was done.

But he still seems to feel that this is not safe, the Lord of Death thought for a moment, and he recalled the brothers he had contacted.
In the end, he chose Horus again, and he began to write, concealing, twisting, deceiving, revealing the truth, everything that can ensure that the Death Guard Legion can get help after this.

He finished both letters at a speed that neither of them expected.

Now, two letters were neatly arranged on the table, one in blue and one in white and gold.

All right.

It's done, Mortarion thought, let's go.

He got up and left here without any hesitation. Vox received his instructions and followed him away.

Among them, they went to the armory, and the soldiers Mortarion ordered Vaux to prepare were also waiting for them here, and there were not many of them——

They don't need many people, as long as Mortarion is enough.

They walked through the dark corridor and walked towards the port. The fourth knight was already waiting beside the Endurance. The gray horse rider who symbolized death knelt quietly on the side of the giant ship, waiting for his master.

Mortarion stopped, and he looked forward silently. The light of the star sea poured in from the beginning of the corridor, illuminating the darkness, and faintly outlined the outline of the armor.

【Gara, get out of here. 】

He said.

Jia Luo knelt there on one knee, this battle-tested warrior, he was kneeling, without a helmet, and the heavy sword with no front was laid flat in front of him.

"Please think twice, Lord Legion Commander."

Jia Luo lowered his head, the battle company commander rarely kneels down.

【Not anymore,】

Mortarion said irritably,

【You are the acting legion leader now, Jia Luo, if Hades doesn't wake up, then it's you. 】

Jia Luo still lowered his head, without a trace of movement,

"That's not realistic, my lord."

Jia Luo pursed his chapped mouth,
"Please at least consider the unconscious commander, Lord Hades will not be happy to see this scene."

As soon as Gallo's words fell, Mortarion let out a dying gasp, he was laughing,

【I've already thought about it, Galo. 】

He said softly and sarcastically,
[Otherwise you will now see a sea of ​​stars engulfed in raging flames. 】

The Lord of Death paused for a moment, and continued to speak in an almost gentle voice that he seldom appeared in,

【Gara, you've done a good job, that's why we chose you. You can take on a legion, no matter what the legion makes of you. 】

[I appreciate this, I appreciate you very much, Galo. 】

【Now, get out of here, Galo. 】

The Lord of Death watched Jia Luo move with satisfaction. The veteran stood up and picked up the heavy sword lying on the ground——

Then he raised his sword,

Facing Mortarion.

"Excuse me, father."

This was the first time Garro called Mortarion's father.

The Lord of Death laughed, the laughter under the gas mask was hoarse and low,
【Enough courage, Jia Luo, I appreciate this. 】

【what do you want?Instead of blocking me, I reward your courage. 】

Galo spoke calmly,
"Can you become a qualified legion commander?"

Mortarion's laughter instantly cooled down. He stared at Galo, breathing sharper and louder.
And Jia Luo still stared at his gene father calmly, the sword in his hand did not tremble at all.

But Mortarion finally looked away.

[I will, I will. 】

The Lord of Death spoke in a low voice, and then his voice became high again,
[Vox. 】

He said.

Vorx stepped from Mortarion's side, raising his scythe.

The combat skills of the first company commander are not as good as those of the battle company commander. In the past years of Vaux, his superb combat skills have always been accompanied by Galo's beatings.

Until now, Vaux has not defeated Galo in a real sense.

In the entire Death Guard, apart from the Primarch, there is only one person who can defeat Galo.

But Vox is not afraid. This person who used to follow Hades every day, or pretend to be a recruit behind Galo, has already honed his sharpness in the Death Guard.

"I'm sorry, Senior Jia Luo."

The sparks from the clash between the sickle and the epee suddenly lit up in the darkness, and Jia Luo let out an angry roar.

Garro was entangled by Vox, and Mortarion and his party were unimpeded. They boarded the ship and listened quietly to the roar of the engine.

Mortarion switched on the comm.

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Horus receives an urgent communication from the Death Guard.

The wolf god, who hadn't had a good rest for several days in a row, quickly switched on the communication, and Mortarion's pale face instantly appeared from the piercing radio waves.

"Are you all right, my brother?"

Mortarion's eyes shifted dryly to the side, he didn't answer Horus' question, he spoke on his own,
"I need to settle some personal grievances aboard the Nightfall."

Horus obviously got stuck,
"Now? We can wait for the people from the empire to arrive, and they will make a correct and just ruling for this unfortunate incident."

"I swear to you, Conrad Koz will be punished."

Horus accentuated his tone, and he held out both his hands, trying hard to convince Mortarion,

"Conrad Koz, he will be punished severely, you don't have to go...to talk to him."

Mortarion shook his head,

"For criminals,"

He said softly,
"The cruelest and most terrifying punishment must come from the victim's closest relatives and best friends."

"He sinned, and I am his punishment."

Mortarion stared at Horus, who spoke the craziest things, but his eyes were filled with a peaceful death,

"I'm going to let him taste despair, taste pain, taste...fear."

"I want him to feel that the pain he caused to me will be returned to him thousands of times."

Calmly, the words spoken by a corpse resounded hoarsely, telling the eternal truth in human history——

"A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye."

Horus' anxious voice sounded from the other end of the radio wave,
"But how do you go there? The night lord's ships are still on alert, they won't allow—"

"I've already arrived."

Mortarion said quietly.

Horus suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he looked at Niaopuyi, a small dot marked as [Death Guard] suddenly appeared in the cluster of [Midnight Lords].

"Horus, my brother, this is just a notice."

Mortarion said,
"If the Night Lord's fleet tries to escape, or forcefully jump to help the Nightfall, help me control them, and the death guard will also assist you."

"and also,"

Mortari settles down,
"Horus, you are a good man, you are the first brother who warmly welcomed me after I entered this empire, but because of my reasons... I am sorry."

"In you I saw for the first time the possibility of brotherhood."

"None of this is your fault, you tried your best to help us, but—"

"There are always people who don't need redemption."

The communication was forcibly cut off, and Horus was so weak that he collapsed on the chair.

He silently covered his eyes.

[Don't blame yourself. ] Mortarion's last words were still ringing in his ears.

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Mortarion boarded the Nightfall silently with a cold face.

A meager number of Night Lords stood in front of the harbor to welcome them, or rather to warn them.

Mortarion could recognize it. It was the Blackguard.

"Hello, my lord."

Sevatar stood in front of him, he was wearing his helmet, and the wings of the night bat were spread high beside his helmet.

"If you wish to talk to Lord Curtz, I will lead you the way."

[Lead the way now. 】

Mortarion said,
[Don't play tricks, little bat. 】

[You keep quiet, then my anger, the anger of the death guard will not descend on others. 】

He spoke aloud, making sure those who were hiding could hear.

The Night Lords could naturally detect that the Fourth Knight was already loaded with explosives, enough explosives.

But as long as it is detonated at a key part, it can take away the amount of explosives of the entire Queen of Glory.

And the special model and engine of the Fourth Knight also ensured that it could accelerate to the extreme in a short period of time. This was the knight who broke through the main hive of Galaspa.

Sevtar calmly led him into the dark corridor,

"We also sincerely hope that you just talk to your father, my lord, this is also our father's will."

"Nightfall has also loaded enough explosives, and the fuse is the life of my father."

Mortarion chuckled,
[But you let me in, little bat, it means you think I can't beat him. 】

Sevtar did not answer Mortarion.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the darkness followed them, and Mortarion felt the malice in the darkness.

Cowards, all cowards.

Only the weak will hide in the darkness, and use the darkness to put on airs, they dare not stand up, dare not expose themselves in front of the enemy.

They stopped in a dark, empty hall, and Mortarion could see the vast haphazardly placed torture tools, faint lights glinting on the metal spikes.

A hiss in the dark,

Mortarion calmly stretched out his hand to the alien pistol Nether Lantern on his waist.

Sevita spoke neither humble nor humble,
"My lord, I still—"

The next moment, the fiery and bright light of the underworld lamp penetrated Sevita's chest.

The bright light illuminated Sevita's unbelievable figure turning back, and also illuminated the desperate expression on Curz's face——

Mortarion laughed.

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