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Chapter 250: 57, Koz's Speechless
The soldiers' dormitories are arranged in sections inside the heavy hull. In order to accommodate as many soldiers as possible, they are stacked together like a honeycomb. They are small and cramped, dark and stuffy.

Political Commissar Kane stood in an equally narrow corridor and could still see the figures of many soldiers in the engine room from afar.

Some sweaty servants were working in the scorching air. This was a very common thing inside every warship, and Kane didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The conditions on a warship should be so harsh, but as far as he knows, the Ministry of Government is working hard to improve the living environment on the warship.

It is said that in those ships that have been renovated, the soldiers' dormitories not only have air filtration systems, but can even regulate the temperature.

Kane was looking forward to this. After all, the annoying environment really affected his sleep. He was not doing this for pleasure, but to fight better for the Emperor and the Warmaster.

For the soldiers on the front line, this was undoubtedly great news. Kane shuttled through the maze-like corridors between the rectangular reactors.

He walked briskly through the complex spider-web-like pipe system.

Until some beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. This was where he lived, close to the engine room, and it was uncomfortably hot.

The air smelled of engine oil, the scorching temperature, and the confined space, all these conditions combined made Kane feel that his insomnia might not be entirely caused by anxiety.

But even such a living environment was far better than that of ordinary soldiers - thank God, he was an imperial hero, so he at least had an independent dormitory instead of having to share a room with other privates.

That way, the smell in his room would be filled with a strong, damp smell of sweat.

And during his recent interstellar voyage, Kane gradually fell in love with this room because he discovered a little secret here.

His steps did not stop, and he passed by a technical priest who smelled of engine oil and was talking to a machine spirit.

Every time Kane saw these Mechanicus mechanics guys, he felt uncomfortable.

Looking at the traces of modification that had been done on the other person's body, a thick and rusty cable was inserted into the other person's brain.

This kind of existence that resembles a human but is different from the original human appearance greatly stimulated his uncanny valley effect.

But even so, Kane respectfully performed the imperial salute to them as he passed by them.

The technical priests are the treasures on the warship. Whether the ship can operate stably depends entirely on their knowledge.

Finally, Kane returned to a small room that belonged to him alone.

There was a thin iron bed inside, and almost nothing else.

He carefully closed the dormitory door and made sure that no one could break into the room. Then he walked to the bed and gently lifted a thin piece of iron.

His movements were gentle and careful, as if he was afraid of disturbing others.

When the iron sheet was lifted, a small observation hole appeared in front of him.

Such an observation hole is priceless inside the ship covered with heavy armor. Kane bets that even the oil men are not aware of the existence of this observation hole. It is a secret that belongs only to him.

When the giant ship was anchored, Kane could look through the observation hole and gaze at the bright stars.

Kane allowed himself to retain his yearning for the beautiful stars.

In the vast starry sky, every shining star is a world with a different destiny. He has conquered many stars, but he is still fascinated by their beauty.

Of course, when traveling through the subspace, Kane would lock this observation hole tightly.

There are many stupid ways to die in the galaxy, but dying by staring into the Warp is definitely the stupidest of them all.

Kane saw what he wanted to see from the observation hole, and he was satisfied.

But he did not notice that as he kept his eyes glued to the observation hole and looked at the bright stars, unusual fluctuations began to ripple in his shadow.

The Night Lord, Curze, the Midnight Haunter, silently watched the mortal soldier from the shadows.

The Primarch's wisdom could easily discern Kane's inner thoughts from his actions.

Because of this, Koz's heart was stirred with different emotions after ten thousand years.

It was an emotion that was neither anger nor contempt, but just the right amount of in between, a profound speechlessness.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such a foolish, naive, and easily satisfied ordinary person was the current imperial hero and the renowned legendary commissar.

But Kane seemed not to have finished doing what he considered to be stupid things.

After the legendary political commissar stuck his buttocks out and looked at the observation hole for more than ten minutes, he finally sat back on the bed with satisfaction. Then, under Koz's gaze, he took out a thick volume of "The Word of God" from under the mattress.

"It is not the Emperor who needs us, but we who need the Emperor."

Kane recited the words he saw, and just the first sentence caused his shadow to fluctuate again.

Curze swore that if it were the Great Crusade, he would have skinned this man alive.

Emperor, you drove me out of the palace just to let you see this?
Is this also your arrangement?
The shadow on the ground gradually calmed down, but my heart was roaring continuously.

In the end, he resisted the urge to cut the imperial hero into pieces.

Koz defined his death as the beginning of a new life. Now he is no longer troubled by the prophecy and his emotions have become much more stable.

If possible, he would rather be a lonely figure in front of the throne forever and no longer participate in any events in the empire.

But recently he was kicked out, twice.

And every time the emperor did this, he did not tell him the clear purpose in advance, allowing him to act according to his instincts.

The last time, it was on Terra, when he transformed into a murderous ghost.

This time, after being thrown out of the Terra Palace, the first person he saw was the Imperial hero Kane who was ready to go.

So he possessed Kane's shadow and indirectly participated in this expedition.

At first, Koz was a little curious about this legendary political commissar who was rising in fame.

But after observing for a period of time, he found that the political commissar was a weak-willed, cowardly, boastful, and easily satisfied fool.

He couldn't even figure out how such a person could become a hero of the empire.

He suppressed the urge to kill thirteen times, and only hoped that Kane would do less stupid things next time, because next time, he would show no mercy.

At the same time,
Efilar, far away in Villa IV, was attacked by the enemy again after several days of rest.

Horus ordered another offensive against the Imperial fleet where Ephirar was, but the attack was not fierce.

Because his ultimate goal was Dukel, he sought almost all the help he could get for this purpose.

Even some alien warships that had been completely corrupted, possessed their own evil consciousness, and often could not distinguish between friend and foe were sent to the battlefield by him.

There are countless races in the galaxy. Perhaps they cannot compete with humans, but their technological products are still powerful.

From time to time, the Imperial Navy would discover some strange and huge alien creations in some remote galaxies.

For example, the Pharos Lighthouse, the Desa Stargate, living planets, etc.
These civilizations were once glorious, and although they declined for various reasons, they should not be underestimated.

Horus used all the war artifacts he collected to expand his army.

At the same time, the Death Guard's Plague Arks also joined them. Seven huge Plague Arks sailed in the raging and terrifying Warp Storm. The violent vortex that could tear the Imperial fleet apart had no effect on them.

They were arranged in the shape of 7, the number of Father Nurgle.

The Plague Arks are living void whales that have been transformed into a filthy paradise by the Plague Legion.

Therefore, these plague arks will let out wails of extreme regret as they move forward, as supernatural plagues and pests are raging in their bodies.

Billions of worms surrounded the exposed flesh of the Void Whale like a milky white veil.

Eight blood-red comets appeared in the warp, and the demon army of Khorne was roaring. The demon planet was covered in blood, and there was a bloody mouth full of bronze fangs on its surface.

This is a world built entirely by Khorne believers using the heads of the defeated.

This supreme creation was finally obtained through countless sacrifices to the Blood God.

Countless furious roars came from the blood-red comet.

The souls of the defeated roared unwillingly. They did not care about their own death, but just wanted to continue the war that had not yet ended.

Six giants of gigantic size and morbid obesity stepped into the Sea of ​​Souls with greedy desires.

They are whipped by the desire to eat. Once they were just ordinary people, but they were eventually captured by the pleasure of gluttony.

From ordinary food, to exotic food, and then to everything that can be put into the mouth, step by step, they slipped into the arms of Slaanesh and became puppets of desire.

His body mutated and his stomach became forever empty. Their bodies could expand infinitely just to hold more food.

A large number of Noise Warriors and Slaanesh Demons were entrenched in the giant's stomach, soaked in the highly corrosive stomach acid, and they all made indescribable groans.

For the followers of Slaanesh, every moment of indulgence is their most important thing.

Many people understand the indulgence of Slaanesh as promiscuity between men and women, but if it is just unrestrained indulgence, it cannot even reach the threshold of becoming a Slaanesh follower.

Only extreme pleasure, the morbid emotions derived from it, and even artistic posturing are enough to attract the attention of the Prince of Pleasure.

An ordinary mortal who has never possessed the talent to attract Slaanesh in his entire life.

Enjoy yourself to the fullest, experience the ultimate visual experience, and savor the strong emotions that burst out from your soul.

This also makes the daily activities of Slaanesh's followers become more and more creepy.

In the realm of Slaanesh, all desires are endlessly magnified, and gluttons are blessed to be bloated to the size of planets, yet still feel unsatisfied.

When it comes to extreme sensory experiences, whether forced or coerced, followers of Slaanesh are willing to experiment.

And in the hidden darkness, nine crystal towers have been built.

The crystal tower opened the door to the world, and countless Tzeentch demons were attracted.

The number is so huge that it is incalculable.

But for the gods, the demon army sent out at this time was only an insignificant part.

The main battlefield of the demons is still being restrained by the Emperor's Cursed Legion and the Void Priests.

The gathering demon army attacked the imperial army on the planet Belia IV like waves.

The Emperor holds the Gods in check, which also means that the Gods hold the Emperor in check.

The demon lords who gathered here all knew very well that once they defeated Dukel here, they would no longer have any obstacles in the real universe.

The entire galaxy will become their paradise of wreaking havoc, and the power of the gods will pour out from the Eye of Terror.

The emotions that burst out of despair by those humans who think they see hope will turn into the most delicious delicacy.

Countless demons howled in joy. A feast was about to begin. The demons in the Warp would feast on the corpses of the Human Empire.

The premise of all this is that they can truly defeat Duker.

Horus was wearing heavy armor and carrying the magic sword Drachanion.

A large number of dark priests and cultists were running back and forth in front of the control console.

Horus also saw the demons' joy, and he knew why these blasphemous creatures were so happy.

Because of this, he showed a hint of disdain, and when he had used up the power of chaos, he would immediately discard it.

And these demons will become his final sacrifices in the final carnival.

Horus turned his gaze towards the strategic map, where the holographic projection table was displaying the attack and defense battle of Belia World IV.

The firepower possessed by the Human Empire is terrifying, and these old Chaos warships are almost impossible to fight against it.

It must be said that the powerful firepower of the Empire today has far exceeded Horus' expectations.

But Horus remained confident in the coming war.

In this battle, he had enough demons as cannon fodder, far exceeding Dukel's expedition fleet.

He also found a magical weapon from the lost world that was enough to make the final decision, which gave him the confidence to defeat Dukel.

Even at this time, there was more than one Primarch in the Chaos fleet.

The Word Bearers fleet led by Lorgar also appeared here at this time.

“May the throne protect us and allow us to return to the Kingdom of the Lord, which is the ultimate pure land for the soul and the heart.”

Aboard the Word Bearers ship, a captured Ecclesiarch prays.

"Enough, you fool, the Cursed are nothing." But his prayers angered the Word Bearers who were guarding him.

A Word Bearer warrior stepped out, "You know nothing of faith, and have never had the privilege of hearing the truth."

In fact, the Word Bearers are qualified to say so.

Because the predecessor of the state religion was created by them, and even a large part of the Holy Scriptures was compiled with their participation.

With this experience, even the most devout Anglican priests are seen by them as latecomers who have lost their way.

But the Anglican priest just raised his head and looked at them, then lowered his head and continued to recite the contents of the Holy Scriptures silently, without paying any attention to the Word Bearers.

Such actions further ignited the anger of the Word Bearers, who were reciting the books they compiled and adhering to the beliefs they constructed, but now they despised them.

A Word Bearer raised his bolter, about to kill the priest.

"The Emperor is not a God, lost child."

But just then, a giant with golden runes outlined on his skin walked in.

When he heard the voice, the priest raised his head, just in time to see Great Word Bearer Lorgar looking down at him with a compassionate look.

(End of this chapter)