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

Chapter 313 A Conversation Between the Night Lords
【Night Curtain】

A rustling sound came from the icy darkness, and frost climbed up the metal walls.

Sevtar stood calmly on the side of the hatch, he breathed calmly, listening to the slight neighing of his power armor circulatory system.

A low, rapid groan came from the night in the room, accompanied by the sound of the quill across the parchment, the sound of dripping water, the sound of metal clashing, the sound of labored breathing—and then everything suddenly fell silent again.

Sevita closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, the huge and hunchbacked Primarch appeared before him.

"Good day, Lord of the Night."

Sevita saluted calmly, Konrad Koz's pale face was covered by messy hair, and only the dark pupils were exposed in the gaps between the tangled black hair.

【Sai, are you okay? 】

Curze made a hissing sound. Due to being injured by Mortarion's poisonous gas, Sevtar's respiratory system had some problems, and breathing became more difficult for him.

Savita paused.

"I'm fine, my lord, thank you for your concern. We are about to arrive in Nostramo, please be prepared."

Konrad was silent, the huge monster bent down, put his two sharp claws on Sevtar's shoulder armor, he looked at Sevtar.

【I... saw the corruption above, and this place will eventually fall—not just here, everything, everything, they are angry, very angry. 】

Savita maintained his breathing rate, and he imagined himself like a machine standing still.

"My lord, I personally think that we need to consider our current affairs, this is the last time the Legion will be allowed to get supplies; at the same time we need to meet... the orders of the Death Guard, otherwise we will have no future."

Sevtar finally finished his sentence, and he waited, and waited for punishment, or something, and he was knocked out, or worse, he was given red gloves.

But in a certain corner of his mind, he really hoped that the Primarch would not do this.

Contrary to his expectations, Konrad Koz didn't punish him, he just looked at Sevita quietly and sadly, as if he was asking, but also as if he was crying.

Then Conrad Koz shook his head and nodded again.

【Sai, do you want to know how you died? 】

Sevita felt her mouth dry,

"My lord, we said we would not discuss this subject any more. I never wished to know the date of my own death."

"and,"

Sevtar stared at Conrad Koz,
"My lord, the Legion needs you now."

Conrad made a silent gesture, and to Sevtar's surprise, a strange, mischievous smile was drawn on the corner of the Lord of the Night's mouth.

【Sai, I actually don’t know where you died in the end. 】

A deep chuckle sounded from the depths of the Primarch's throat. It was like the howling of a strange bird in the middle of the night.

Savita was sure that he saw Conrad Koz's pupils twitch violently and abnormally just now, but the next moment Konrad Koz looked at him calmly again.

There was melancholy in his eyes, like the polar night that never changes all year round.

【Sai, in the end everything is doomed to shatter and slide into tragedy. This is just a dream of the arrogant, we are all abandoned...】

[But I don't care anymore. 】

【I do not care anymore. 】

Sevtar tensed his muscles, and he silently watched Konrad Koz talking to himself, as if two souls were trapped in one body, they were tearing at each other, and one was speaking loudly of sorrow and pain. Dark, the other whimpering and biting.

Finally, Konrad Koz looked at Sevtar,

[The future is meaningless. 】

he whispered,

【They... have been changing, but they will always be the same. There is no place for us in the future. 】

Sevita eased his breathing.

"What would you like us to do, my lord?"

Conrad Kozka was stunned for a moment by Sevita's words, but the Lord of the Night continued,

【Do what you want, Sai. 】

Curze's hand pressing on Sevtar's shoulder armor twitched, and the Primarch fell into painful memories,

[I... don't care anymore, I saw too many possibilities that day, they all lead to perdition, those tragedies, those laughing voices...]

[But in the end you are still alive, Sai, you have billions of futures, but your present is only one. 】

Sevtar pursed his lips, he tried to put on a silly smile, and he failed,
"Yes, my lord, I am here."

【Do what you want, Sai. 】

Conrad Koz said this with an eerie softness,
【You are a noble sinner, Sai. If there is still light in the fallen midnight lords, it can only be you, and it must be you. Only you can maintain the last self in hell. 】

Conrad stared at Sevtar intently.

[If anyone on Legion or Nostramo opposes you, tell me. 】

After the last word fell, they fell silent.

silence.

Sevita felt his throat tighten, and the Lord of the Night easily spoke... unimaginable words.

Sevtar remembered the suggestive glance Hades had given him, and he remembered the wavering in his heart... This can't be... The Primarch can't be like this, and he can't be like this...

"My lord, the Legion needs you."

Sevtar spoke dryly, but Konrad Koz looked at him sadly with his head tilted,
【I'm being watched, it can't be me. 】

"My lord, I do not understand what you mean."

Konrad Koz shook his head again, more like his own head, his eyeballs began to twitch erratically again, but he explained to Sevtar,

[A fish cannot realize that it has been living in the water, unless it is cruelly fished out, struggling in the dry air——]

[They have been watching me, before I became conscious, before I was born, and before all tragedies happened. 】

Conrad Koz's mental state began to become unstable again. Sevtar could smell the psychic energy. Conrad quickly retracted his hand, and then fled back into the night-like darkness as if fleeing.

【Sai, do what you want, don't let the last light of the legion go out. 】

Curtz's whisper came from the darkness, and he seemed to be roaring.

Sevita swallowed. Although he still couldn't understand Conrad's words, he still made his attempt. He asked loudly,
"Father, how can I keep you from being watched?"

Conrad Koz in the darkness uttered a painful and desperate cry, and Sevtar imagined that Koz was scratching his own flesh and blood.

【late!too late!It was too late for us to see clearly!And how could that madman help us? ! 】

　Yes, code.

　　Put two intermissions today, otherwise I will forget about the main line.

　　It can be regarded as involving the main line.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)