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

Chapter 294. 285. Mortarion's Trial

From the beginning, Mortarion had only one goal—

He wanted Konrad Curze to feel the pain, the pain that Mortarion was going through, the utter pain.

It doesn't matter whether it's the sword, the language, the truth, or the lie. As long as they can leave scars on the monster named Konrad Koz, then Mortarion will not hesitate. Hold the weapon by the hilt.

Pain can only be repaid with pain.

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The sound of cracking wind suddenly sounded, followed by a huge metal impact, and sparks exploded in the space, illuminating two crazy and distorted faces.

【What are you doing? !Mortarion! 】

Curz screamed and swung his power claw almost madly, the gloomy blue light struck down like lightning.

[You don't understand!You can not see it!Y'all don't believe what I'm saying!I am not lying to you! ! ! 】

Curze sprinted forward suddenly, and his nimble figure jumped up from the sky above Mortarion. He hoped to rush over, drag Sevtar away, and then leave——

No, no, no, the process he imagined was not like this, it shouldn't be Sai!

But Death's dull scythe slammed straight at Curz, and the scythe hit the flesh, making a heavy muffled sound, accompanied by the rustling of metal cracks.

This blow was filled with great anger.

Konrad was hit hard and rolled on the ground for a few weeks, with dust splashing everywhere. The tall and strong Primarch quickly stabilized his body and bared his fangs at Mortarion like a wild beast. .

For a brief standoff, both primarchs reckoned for the next attack.

Mortarion sneered. He picked up the censer hanging on his body, stretched out his hand, and there was a crisp landing sound, accompanied by hissing poisonous gas, which floated out of the censer visibly to the naked eye. A thin mist formed on the floor.

The pungent breath lingered at the tip of Curz's nose, and Curz's pupils constricted unconsciously. The gas floated lightly near his armor. With the caress of the mist, the metal gave off some slight, imperceptible hisses. Hiss.

As the mist spread, Sevita, who was almost unconscious, groaned unconsciously as he lay on the cold floor.

Curz felt his breathing quicken.

[Your little bat can't die. 】

Mortarion said slowly and methodically, as if admiring Sevtar's voice before dying,

【At least I can't die now, but.】

[Look, Conrad, there is poisonous gas here, and I can't say whether he will die in a while. 】

【Just see. Can you take him out of this place then? Can you beat me, brother? 】

As Mortarion said, bowing his head slowly, he reached for the ammunition at his waist—

The moment Mortarion lost sight of Konradkoze, the Night Lord's blade reached his enemy!
At this moment, the muscles were stretched to the limit, and the sharp claws scratched through the hard helmet. The Lord of the Night grabbed the flesh and blood from the wound without mercy, and then quickly left——

In an instant, Mortarion, who was still slow just now, grabbed his wrist and pulled him in his direction.

In the other hand of the Lord of Death, he held a very small grenade compared to the size of the original body.

Mortarion smiled at him.

[I can see it, but I hope you continue to see it. 】

The next moment, the Lord of Death crushed the grenade with his bare hands!
However, there is no such huge explosion impact as the usual grenade!After the violent white light, countless ashes flew around the two.

Coz, stalled.

That was long enough for the Primarch, and Mortarion quickly let go, putting the distance between them again.

He watched the off-white powder fall, turning Conrad Koz's shaggy black hair gray.

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

【How about it?Did you see how your bat cub died? 】

Mortarion sneered.

What responded to him was Conrad Koz’s meaningless and painful screams. Koz howled like a wild beast suddenly blinded by strong light and hid himself in the darkness again. This giant monster hid himself Between those stacked instruments of torture.

Under the gas mask, Mortarion's mouth twitched into a nearly torn smile.

He guessed right.

Conrad Koz, he has unstable prophecy, and it has something to do with psionics.

But what pleased Mortarion most was the pain that the prophecy would bring to Conrad Curze.

For him, that's enough, he already knows what to do.

Mortarion stood in the hall, listening to Konrad Koz's wailing, listening to Sevita's weak breathing, the mist was transpiring around him, after verifying his conjecture, at this moment, death The Lord is clearly invincible.

The string of ammunition at his waist apparently agrees with him.

The next moment, Curze, whose eyes were about to split open, rushed out of the shadows again, and swung his claws at Mortarion in a gesture that wanted death even more!
Mortarion gladly accepted the blow. He stared at Conrad's pupils that were visibly trembling abnormally, and let out a clear sneer—

In an instant, the sound of metal crashing was like rushing raindrops on a stormy night, dancing wildly, one after another, one knife followed by another, each sound was crisper, and each knife was faster than each knife!
The two demigods almost turned into phantoms, splashing sparks illuminated the hall, and swift shadows flickered under their feet.

In the gap of the knife light, Mortarion turned his language into a sharp blade, and stabbed towards Curze violently——

【What did you see?He's not dead, is he?Otherwise you will not continue to attack me. 】

【But I will tell you, Conrad Koz, you can't even decide the fate of your own cub! 】

Konrad Koz also responded to Mortarion with his angry howl, each claw was more ruthless than the other, if he didn't defeat Mortarion, he would never be able to leave here, nor would he be able to save the next game!
【You are just a complacent blind man!Trying to wrest back the last of your pathetic self-respect with your pathetic little tricks! ! ! 】

But Mortarion stared at him, stared into Curze's eyes, would the death of his son be reflected in his eyes?
[Sad little trick?you are wrong! 】

In the next moment, another ammunition appeared in Mortarion's hand, and Curz, who had been forewarned, immediately tried to retreat. When a white light burst out, Conrad Koz hid back in the dark bunker hideously. It was Mortarion's sneak attack, and he was ready for it now.

Konrad Koz stared at the half-mad figure, preparing for the arrival of the prophecy. The weak prophecy would not slow him down, but would let him know how to kill the enemy in front of him in the next moment.

As he concentrated his attention, faint visions of what might represent the future had begun to emerge.
The next moment, the dust exploded, and the burning sensation immediately boiled in Conrad's mind——

No—the prophecy, the prophecy is being weakened!

At the moment of Curze's astonishment, Mortarion's scythe and his words had arrived in Curze, and the two primarchs began to fight among the miscellaneous piles of torture instruments.

[Now you are also blind, how do you feel! ! ! 】

Laughing, Mortarion slashed at the torture tools that were blocking him from chasing Curze through the jungle with his scythe, and his armor was torn apart by the sharp adamantium, but he didn't care.

[I am blind?I see more than you! 】

[You are a lunatic!Conrad Koz!Totally rotten! ! ! 】

[Do you still want to exchange your supreme primarch status for peace, and the price is only a few of your cubs? !No, no no no, you have to feel the pain, use your own soul! 】

Curze wailed as he shuttled between the torture devices. He tried to fight back, but the ammunition on Mortarion's waist told him that to close the distance rashly now would only bring him another round of pain.

[I have already fallen into the abyss of pain, the sinner must be punished, I have seen my destined punishment!And you, what qualifications do you have to judge me? ! 】

Mortarion stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and exploded a metal censer again. The thick mist almost left dew on their armor.

[What qualifications? 】

He felt the mist surrounding him. In addition to the necessary anesthesia and dullness, it also added hallucinogenic and sensitivity-enhancing potions.

[Victim's best friend, what do you think of this identity? 】

【Have you ever felt the revenge from the innocent souls under your hands? ! 】

The next moment, two grenades landed next to Curz, exploding two bright fireworks.

With unimaginable agility, Konrad Koze jumped away from the core explosion range of the two grenades. He turned around screaming, and rushed face-to-face with Mortarion, who was attacking him.

Although the two grenades made his vision slightly blurred, this did not prevent the Lord of the Night from attacking!

The Lord of the Night struck first, he clung to Mortarion, restrained Mortarion's hand that was going to grab the grenade with his power claw, and stabbed Mortarion's neck with the other hand.

Mortarion turned around and let Curze, who was wrapped around him, slam into the torture rack next to them. The sharp thorns directly tore the joint between Curze's helmet and neck, and blood gushed out immediately.

But Curze was not repulsed by the intense pain, Mortarion finally threw away his clumsy and overlong scythe, and directly tried to block Curze's crazy scratching with his hands.

The two Primarchs began to fight in the pile of torture tools, blood splattered with flesh and blood. At this moment, the two of them obviously lost the necessary sanity, and began to attack each other with all the attack methods they could think of.

Those strong and tall instruments of torture were torn apart in the fighting of the Primarch, and there was silence in the darkness. The two Primarchs had extraordinary perseverance. The blood they spattered almost filled the entire hall, and the fighting still did not stop.
Time seems to have passed for a long time.

Finally, a figure stood up unsteadily from the darkness and ruins. He was shaky, but he still held on and did not fall.

Konrad Koz struggled and staggered towards Sai's corpse, Sai had stopped breathing, and his chest, which was pierced by the ghost lamp, had shown a sickly dark green color.
No, no, no, no, the prophecy just now told him that Sai would not die, why?Why? !Why? ? !
He had already discussed it with Sai before, so why did it end like this? !
Is this the future he has chosen?

Covered with wounds and unconscious, Konrad Koz couldn't hold on any longer. He knelt beside Sai's body and howled loudly, like a wounded beast.

Pain was like a tide, and he screwed up everything. He didn't kill the monster, but he also killed his first captain.

Midnight Haunt never cries, but Conrad's vision is starting to blur. Hazy white dots appear in his dark pupils, and they're getting bigger. Bigger
In the pure white light, Curz blinked in confusion.

He found himself in a sea of ​​torture instruments, raining ashes around him.

Coz opened his mouth
That was the scene of the prophecy just now!
He jerked his head back, only to see Mortarion's approaching scythe, suddenly enlarged in his vision—

Curz's pupils shrank violently.

A rustling sound. He opened his eyes to see Mortarion's shattered cloak dragging him. No. No. He tried to push, but found he couldn't move.
As if realizing that he was awake, the monster turned around and smiled at him.
He fell into a coma again.

Darkness, pure darkness surrounds him, they surround him, they make noise, but they don't change into anything else This is rare, even if the night master is in charge of the night, the night lord can't enjoy completely dreamless, pitch black dream.

[Scum, wake up. 】

A faint voice came from the far shore.

Curz was immersed in complete darkness, and didn't want to pay attention to the voice that made him subconsciously sick——

The next moment, the whole face began to hurt hotly, and the severe suffocation choked his neck, and he felt the flesh and blood in his respiratory tract peeling off one after another, blocking his trachea——

Curze suddenly emerged from the darkness, he tried to gasp for breath, but he could only make himself more painful, as if claws were tearing his internal organs from inside, screaming and cursing his life.

His vision gradually became clear, and a pair of yellow pupils were staring at him with interest.

Directly above Curze's head, Mortarion was smiling at him, and he could see the chapped scar on the corner of Mortarion's mouth—

What about that mask?
His gaze followed Mortarion's arm, the metal tube that held the mask wrapped around Mortarion's arm, following him.
The mask is now on his face, and the flesh on his face has festered to the bone.

Curze screamed. He tried to struggle, escape, or hit Mortarion, but his heavy body couldn't lift any strength. At the same time, he found that his limbs were nailed to the original place by the removed stick land.

Mortarion licked his chapped lips.

【woke up? 】

Curze looked at him angrily, trying to kill Mortarion with his eyes, but the Lord of Death was clearly not intimidated by him, and he took off his gas mask for Curze with great interest.

Curz watched helplessly as the mask was stained with his flesh and blood, as well as part of the tip of the nose and the bridge of the nose, and followed the mask away.

[I didn't bring refreshing medicine, this was a mistake. 】

[Later I realized that my air could have a similar response. 】

Mortarion was still staring at Curze, he casually threw the gas mask aside, and the metal pipe connecting the mask was violently torn off.

【First of all, your cubs can't come here, the poisonous gas has spread, and they don't know anything except that you are still alive. 】

Mortarion smack smack your mouth,

【Secondly, you are still alive, and so is your son of a bitch, shut up and listen--】

Mortarion mercilessly pressed the festered and disfigured Curze's mouth with his stained hand, and Curze's teeth made a cracking sound, and then Mortarion made a nervous move. Made a silent gesture.

Curz was forced to be silent for a second, he could hear the drumbeat of the blood rushing in his veins, besides that, there was...
The faint breathing sound did not belong to the breathing sound of any of the two primarchs.

[Look, he is still alive, and we can have a trial next. 】

【During the quarrel with Horus, don't you love judgment the most?Since we are brothers, I will choose the form you like. 】

Mortarion let go of Curze's mouth, and he rubbed against Curze's power armor in disgust, then took the potion from his belt while talking to himself.

[I'm not unreasonable—compared with you, Conrad Koz, I only want you to reach my pain, I only want revenge. 】

[The process of the trial is very simple. I will pay you back as much pain as you give me. Well, the trial is over. 】

Mortarion narrowed his eyes and shook the potion in his hand.

[But obviously, only one Sevita is not enough. 】

【You are not suffering enough. 】

【He's not even your contemporaries best friend on the home planet. 】

Conrad Koze's eyes widened. He tried to say something, but his vocal cords were so corroded that he couldn't say anything but a whine—Mortarion did it on purpose.

Mortarion looked at his brother with mock annoyance,
【what happened?Didn't you even make any friends on your home planet?You don't even have any subordinates, what did you do on the home planet?Wouldn't even an ape-human species want to come near you?Can you only rely on your pathetic gene-seed to confuse some ignorant and innocent bastards for you? 】

Mortarion stared "softly" at his "brother".

【So, since you are a bad person who doesn't even have friends, I have to find a way to make up for my pain in other ways. 】

Mortarion was silent for a moment, Curze couldn't move, and Sevtar's breathing became harsher in this short silence—he might shatter at any moment.

[You like to prophesy, don't you? 】

Mortarion began injecting Conrad Curze with potions,
【I already guessed that you attacked my commander because of your damn prophecy, right? 】

Conrad's breathing quickened, his pupils dilated, and Mortarion's words became distorted and distant.
[A little hallucinogen, a small gift for "brother", is not a respect, after all, you gave me such a surprise. 】

Mortarion carefully lifted Konrad Koz into a half-lying position so he could see the dying Sevtar.

Swollen, filthy flesh bulged over Sevatta's chest wound.

Mortarion held up a bomb in front of Conrad Koz with a blank face.

"boom!"

And then the second one,

"boom!"

And then the third one,

"boom!"

Fourth, fifth, sixth.
【Now, tell me, my brother, if I leave now, is your Sevtar still alive? 】

And Coz didn't seem to hear his words, he was dumbfounded, his muscles twitched abnormally, as if he had been dragged into the boundless hell by the prophecy,
[Conrad Koz?Conrad Koz? ! 】

"Snapped!"

Mortarion slapped Curze cleanly, and the skin on the face that had been in close contact with the bomb was no longer visible.

[Is Sevita still alive? 】

Curze was trembling, his eyeballs were about to explode, and Mortarion felt Conrad's pulse was so fast that he could explode at any time.

So Mortarion administered another dose of tranquilizers to Konradkoze.

[Is Sevita still alive?Don't challenge my patience, Conrad. 】

Curze stared at Mortarion, his eye sockets began to ooze blood.

Or blood pressure too high, Mortarion thought silently.

So he gave Curz another shot.

[Give me an answer, otherwise——]

Mortarion raised the white bullet in his hand.

Curz began to nod, then shook his head again. He shook his head indiscriminately, obviously fainted.

Mortarion enjoyed Curze's pain, and he was happy.

When Curze finally stopped, he wiped the blood splatter from Conrad's face,
[Now we proceed to the second step. 】

Mortarion said he was staring at Conrad because Mortarion was so tall he had to tilt his head a little to keep his eyes fixed on Conrad's.

[Apologies to my commander. 】

Mortarion raised a tube of potion in his hand, he glanced at Curze, and then moved the tube of potion in front of Sevtar.

【If you insist on justice, why doesn't the criminal apologize to the victim's best friend? 】

【You don't need to apologize, but you have at least confirmed a future. 】

[Now, apologies. 】

Curze trembled like a convulsion again. Mortarion was bored with the repeated pain. He looked at Sevtar boredly, waiting for his third move.

Finally, Curze's lips moved, and Mortarion didn't know whether he had succumbed to the prophecy, or Sevtar's order, or his sense of justice that did not exist at all?

But he recorded the scene and brought it back to Hades to play it when the time comes.

[Finally, the third step. 】

Mortarion shoved his potion into Curz's crooked, barely clenched hand.

Then he put another grenade into Curze's other hand.

[Now you have a dose of medicine that can save your bat cub, except for it, no one can save your cub. 】

Mortarion dropped his usual smile and looked at Curze blankly.

[But I can't say, because it may also be poison. 】

[In this regard, I will give you two ideas. 】

Mortarion casually pointed to the explosives in Curze's hand,

[This is a white bullet, you approach Sevita to open it, and then use your damn prophecy. 】

[Or, let me tell you, I, Mortarion, Lord of Death, will not be a rotten person like you, scum, scum. 】

[Okay, goodbye. 】

Mortarion got up, casually patted the ashes on his body,
【You can continue to wait for the empire's trial of the Night Lords. 】

He kicked away the steel bar nailed to Curze's right hand, and Konrad Curze's arm was twisted into an abnormal angle. Mortarion ignored him, and he just walked away.

With heavy weight, Conrad Koz's pain, and his apology.

In the dark corridor of the Nightfall, the laughter of the dead resounded, and the poisonous gas of the corpse permeated with him, and none of the Night Lords dared to step forward to check.

Avengers from hell, this will be one of the night lords' deepest fears.

In the darkness left behind by Mortarion, Konrad Koz crawled to Sevtar's side in a distorted and painful posture.

He couldn't see anything clearly, and the world became chaotic in his eyes.

Trembling, he slumped his arms over Sevtar's body, he should... he should
Just now, Mortarion wasn't constantly increasing his psychic power. Whenever Curze fell into the deepest part of the prophecy, the evil darkness would immediately drag him out and throw him onto the shore like a dehydrated fish.

He stared at Sevita.
He saw, he didn't see, he died, he lived, he saw, he didn't see!That's not what he saw!He can't see it!He doesn't want to see it!
The hand holding the ammunition kept shaking and twitching——

The touch brought him back to reality.

Sevtar was still alive, as if flashing back, he still opened his eyes and held Curz's hand holding the ammunition.

He shook his head.

Curz has completely collapsed, but a large amount of medicine has accumulated in his blood, making him unable to escape and stay away from here. He can only stay here and watch Sevita die little by little.

Sevita's eyes moved to the potion.

He just looked at Conrad Koz, as if saying, he didn't want to die.

He doesn't want to die.

Trembling, Curze stared at the tube of potion with all his courage.

Sevtar's breathing gradually became steady, and Konrad Koz crawled beside Sevtar.

He whined, the Night Lord never cried, and blood ran down his face.

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