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

Chapter 298 289. Conrad is very uncomfortable, but the psyker is obviously also very hateful

There was blood all over the ground, his blood, Mortarion's blood.

Milky white mist flows on the ground, like ocean waves.

Blood flowed from his cheeks, and he slowly, slowly picked up Sevita who was dying.

One foot was deep and the other was shallow, and the scum of minced meat and bones made sounds under his feet. He left with his surviving son and entered the deeper darkness of the Nightfall...

A golden flame ignited.

"Conrad Coates,"

Malcador's call brought back Curz's thoughts, and Curz looked at Malcador silently, the eyes under the regent's hood were staring at him indistinctly.

He looked at Malcador, and he saw a mummy, seared by golden flames.

The light he saw just now came from here.

Curz's eyelids twitched abnormally twice, but he swallowed, still maintaining the previous sitting posture and silence.

Mortarion was staring at him across from him.

Malcador continued to speak, the old man's words did not show any ups and downs,
"He grants you seeing and judgment."

Conrad Koz hid his face in his messy hair, but still trembled when Malcador spoke the first words.

Mortarion sneered, while Horus stared intently at Malcador.

"As his heir, why are you willing to fall to this point?"

This is still a trial, a trial against him, Konrad Koz trembled in his heart.

If it were Konrad Koz before this, he would roar, he would growl, he would question why he was allowed to see, he would question why his father was so cruel?

He would ask why, why was he the only one who took on all this?
but now……

The subtle poisonous smell of the Lord of Death swept over the tip of Conrad's nose, and it slightly stinged Conrad Koz's nasal cavity, always reminding the story of the Lord of the Night.

Even memories are enough to drag Konrad Kotz into the deep sea. Contrary to Mortarion, who is always reminiscing, he sealed off his own memory and buried it in the deep night.

He lowered his head and spoke hoarsely,
[The Great Crusade is wrong. 】

He didn't raise his eyes, just listened to him. There was a commotion in Horus' position. It seemed that this seemingly high-sounding guy wanted to punch him on the bridge of the nose, but then the temperature dropped, and Malcador used Psionic.

The old man's lips twitched twice,
"continue."

Tens of millions of worlds have been destroyed by war, billions have been killed, all have committed war crimes, soldiers have committed atrocities on thousands of battlefields—and I have put up with them. 】

【Because I can't control all this, just like I can't change...】

Conrad fell silent, listening to Mortarion's breathing.

【destiny. 】

He whispered the word.

All sinners will eventually accept the judgment of fate, and no one can escape. Even the emperor who looks like a god will eventually accept the judgment, and his brothers who claim to be righteous will also accept the judgment of fate.

If there is no Executor in the galaxy who can judge them...then they will rain down punishment on each other.

In the room, Mortarion's giggles were harsher than Malcador's sighs.

Just as Mortarion was about to speak sarcastically, Malcador raised his hand, motioning Mortarion to shut up.

The Lord of Death fell silent again unhappily.

"You are too deeply influenced by Nostram, Conrad."

Malcador spoke calmly,
"Nostram made you an out-and-out pessimist. It shaped you and even distorted the Emperor's original design for you."

Coz laughed.

[Then what is the empire going to do to me, old man?Like the brothers who disappeared? 】

He stretched out his right index finger and drew a void on his neck,
The fingers that were broken by Mortarion before had grown sharp and sharp nails.

[The sinner must be punished, and I am a defective product with no use value. Death is a good ending. 】

He smiled tremblingly, more afraid?

Or is it because the death he saw in prophecy was not like this?
Or was it because he really wanted to be punished?

He felt those eyes vividly, Malcador's calm and repressed eyes of hating iron, Mortarion's resentful eyes looking at the madman, Horus's pity and loathing seriousness.

After a long time, Malcador sighed.

"Fate can be changed or chosen. I thought Mortarion had shown you another possibility."

Mortarion's horrified and disgusted gaze was now on Malcador, but Malcador ignored it, as Malcador had been used to since Mortarion's studies on Terra.

The old man's eyes looked at Konrad Koz calmly, and golden flames burned quietly in his eyes.

"You wish to forget it, no, you still need to learn."

Conrad Koz opened his mouth.

A ripple suddenly appeared on Konrad Kotz's lake of memories, and they began to spread layer by layer, forcing Kotz to sink into the icy cold bottom of the lake.

He sank, slowly suffocating.

He thought of Sai dying.

Is it jammed?The kid who always looked sad and couldn't sleep.

Under the dark lake, Konrad Koz opened his eyes wide and tried to cut through the seaweed made of dead man's hair.

He found Sai's bones, some of them had half of their heads missing, some had a big hole in their chest, and some of them were very old. He pushed back the hair and saw Sai's extremely old face.

Is Sevtar dead?

He asked himself, but the voice that sounded was not his, that voice was more vicious, as if it had been soaked in poison for thousands of years.

He should be dead.

Sai is not immortal, he thought, he has his life span.

But... he turned his head and saw the underwater mountains built by the corpses.

Which is his heir, Sai?
Which is it?
Does he have a choice?
He began to rummage through these water-soaked and swollen corpses desperately. Cold water poured into his lungs, and his respiratory tract was burning hot, as if poisonous gas had poured into his lungs, sharpening his body. Call.

The heavy water squeezed him, he was dying, the wound appeared on his torso, he saw the skin of his face peeling off piece by piece, and finally the tip of his own nose fell off-

That's too late!No, it's too late!
In the end, Konrad Koz randomly grabbed an old and relatively complete corpse of Sevtar, he grabbed it, and desperately floated up, and the people he killed grew hair and hands at the bottom of the lake, and they screamed hope Drag him into his deepest nightmare.

He floated up desperately, and the water waves undulated around his body, like a sickle, drawing scars on his side, tearing out his flesh and blood.

They're almost there, almost there!The ripples on the water are reflected in Curz's eyes...

Curz's pupils suddenly dilated——

On the surface of the water, the boundless darkness pressed down, carrying the determination to destroy everything.

No, no no no no no no!
Below him is the sin that judges him, and above him is the doom that destroys him. What can he do?What should he do? !

Fate never left him a way out!He is doomed to perish!Even with his innocent heirs!

Konrad Koz stopped there in despair, he felt like a floating corpse, staying not far below the surface of the water...

His wrist tightened.

Konrad Koz bowed his head abruptly, as Sevitar's unconscious body gripped his wrist.

Sai didn't want to die yet.

Below is death, and above... is destruction that not even Konradkoze knows what will happen.

But... Dan-sai says he doesn't want to die.

Curz feels like he's going to explode, where should he go?Where should he go?

In the end, he chose to give up the precarious rationality that tortured himself, and he chose to follow his intuition...

Buoyancy told him the answer.

Curz suddenly surfaced, he held up the bodies of the loyalists, and the boundless darkness engulfed them in the next second——

Coz gasped heavily.

He saw himself kneeling on the ground, Sevtar lying beside him, was he dead?

Conrad shuddered.

Darkness has a taste, that is, that is...

He looked tremblingly across from him.

That's the smell of poisonous gas on Death's body.

"You've chosen, haven't you? You're his creation after all."

Malcador said calmly.

"I think, now you can rationally negotiate with Mortarion about the conflict between the two of you."

[It is impossible for me to negotiate with him rationally. 】

Mortarion spoke immediately. The Lord of Death was very satisfied with Curze's embarrassment, but at the same time he was still outspoken.

Malcador frowned, as if dissatisfied with Mortarion's interruption,

"If you can't be rational, let Hades come over and talk to Conrad."

[I can barely be rational. 】

Mortarion immediately changed his words without changing his face.

Konrad Koz was gasping for breath, he felt like vomiting, but obviously, apart from the astonished Horus, the other two who were fighting with their mouths paid no attention to him.

Is Sai alive or dead?

Curz thought.

The next moment, he saw the life signal of Sevtar displayed on the armor.

Sevtar is still alive.

The noblest and most loyal child of his, the warrior of the Empire, the pride of the Legion.

He is still alive.

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