Chapter 292 283. Conrad Coates is a madman.
Sevita took a deep breath, and the sweet smell of blood entered his esophagus along with the cold air.
He was walking on the dark corridor of the Night Veil, where it was eternal night.
The first company commander has repeatedly threatened with words, or forced away countless inquiring glances or words.
Their father, Konrad Curze, was originally not interested in this scattered legion. There were many factions within the legion, and Sevatar was just a person who could hold the rudder of the ship.
"If you want to run, you can run now, no one will stop you."
Saiweita said in a gentle and cruel voice.
What they couldn't escape was that instead of the panicked and gathered ships of the Night Lords, the fleets of the Luna Wolves and Death Guard had already surrounded them.
The Death Guard's ships felt like a confrontation, while the Moon Wolf's ships separated the two sides -
but at the same time, they also cleverly blocked the Night Lords' escape route.
Horus didn't want them to go, he knew it.
As for why Curze and Sevatar were on the Night Veil now, it was Sevatar who took advantage of the chaos to call the Night Lord's ship and urgently transferred himself and the original body.
After all, the chaotic scene of those Death Guards rushing towards the Vengeful Spirit did create a good opportunity for them.
Savita knew that if he didn't run this time, there might be no next time.
He still remembered the last time he saw his father, Curze, being imprisoned in a cell after the duel with Dorne. His mental state was quite unstable. He was punished because of a certain truth that kept haunting him and made him crazy. .
Since then, Sevatar could sense Konrad Curze's further indulgence and depravity towards the Legion.
No, their father. Conrad Coates, he might. He might not be able to stand another trial.
Sevatar knew how to win the hearts of the legions, how to fight, and how to tear off human skin more cruelly. He knew a lot, and he could do a lot,
but he was helpless when facing their father.
The only thing Sevatar can know is that Konrad Curze is not suitable to be imprisoned on the Vengeful Spirit now. Those oppressive conditions will drive him crazy. The Lord of the Night needs to come back, and return to the dim place of the Night Veil.
Facts have proved that he was right. As soon as he boarded the ship, the unconscious Coze immediately twitched and disappeared without a trace.
Sevatar knew where his father had gone, but he could not go to the Lord of the Night immediately. The chaotic scene still needed an explanation.
The First Company Commander just silently issued an apology signal to the Luna Wolves and Death Guard. He asked the ships to turn off their alert status and lower all the muzzles. In a cautious manner, the Night Lords carefully lowered their cannons. Weapons -
except the Nightfall.
From beginning to end, this gloomy giant ship maintained the highest level of alert. If necessary, Savita would order at any time to sacrifice the entire fleet of ships in exchange for the Nightfall to rush to Mandeville Point and perform a forced jump. .
But the decision is not in his hands.
Sevatar is only the executor of orders, he is not the decision-maker.
Sevatar walked through the long corridor, and Shang stood guard outside the original body's room, a corridor away. He just looked at Sevatar silently and sadly, as if expressing condolences.
"How is the original body?"
Shang shook his head, the close attendant of the original body, he said hoarsely and sadly,
"I don't know."
So Sevatar continued to walk forward, as if there was nothing. Moans and wails began to squeeze into his ears, either sharp or low.
Finally, he reached the door.
Sevatar lowered his head expressionlessly and saw blood stains seeping out from the cracks in the door. They were layered, some were dry, and some were just flowing out.
Savita put her hand on the door, feeling the coolness.
"Father?"
he muttered quietly.
The madness on the other side of the door did not stop at all, and the coolness continued to erode him.
Sevatar felt the pain, the pain that tore at him and sent chills all over him.
He lowered his head, pressed his head against the door, and whispered softly again like a supplication,
"Father."
The seemingly indestructible door opened, revealing a gap only for him to pass through, and a mouse-like mortal came through. A head emerged from the crack in the door, and the moans of the original body floated out from the crack in the door.
The half-blind old man was very nervous, but he still showed a smile,
"Hey, Yago, I know you will come, you must come."
"Keep your voice down," the old man said, "He is dreaming, don't make any noise Wake him up."
After seeing clearly who opened the door for him, Sevita's remaining possible sense of vulnerability disappeared. He stared at the old man with a straight face, "Trez, call me
Seveta. Vita."
Drizzt, the chronicler of the Night Lords, the Dream Eater, he can observe dreams. I don't know why, the original body favors this dwarf very much. He tells him everything, even those who can't even touch Sevatar. to the truth.
Drizzi smiled slyly and nervously,
"Okay, Yago."
This is the second time, Sevita thought expressionlessly, but he still followed the old man's advice, and he stepped in gently, gently. The inner chamber of the Primarch -
the corpse.
There were corpses everywhere.
They were hung upside down in the room by large rusty iron hooks, and dark, viscous liquid dripped from the wounds. They were completely cold, but they were still dragged down by gravity, like asphalt.
Symbols that Sevatar could not understand were painted on the corpses with blood and wounds, which were the truths their father brought back from his psychic dreams.
Just looking at them made Savita feel a numbing chill on his scalp.
Dream Eater Drizzi made a silencing gesture to him, and then the rickety old man carefully slipped through the jungle of hanging corpses, like a mouse.
Savita took a deep breath, cursed in his mind, and followed.
It was difficult for him not to make a sound. The corpses were too dense, and he was not as short as Drizzle.
The bones groaned under his feet.
The flesh and blood that had been stabbed or roughly torn apart wetly rubbed against his shoulder armor, making a slight "bo" sound when he left.
Cold, blue, white and purple hands or feet crossed his face, like leafy leaves in the jungle. They were trying to hold him back, warning him not to move forward.
But he had no choice.
Savita continued to move forward with a determined heart. The moans and curses became louder and louder. He pushed aside the sea of hair of the dead and finally saw his tortured father.
Curze was curled up in a nest made of corpses. The material was moist and soft. The face of the original body showed a kind of broken despair. He was wailing, repenting, cursing, roaring, crying, and crying. Laughing, he struggled to tear apart the corpses and drew random symbols on them with his fingers.
Sevatar gasped, and he stood there, watching his father's pain.
Now how to do?
Savita didn't dare to speak. He turned his head and tried to find the old man who brought him in.
In the inner chamber of the original body, in a space like a slaughterhouse, there was a small, inconspicuous wooden table. Drizzi did not look at Sevatar. The old man calmly opened the wooden chair and sat on him. position.
Drizzi took out his pen and spread a large piece of parchment on the wooden table. Then he stopped and did nothing.
Sevita was about to call the damn old man, but then he realized something was wrong. The space suddenly became quiet. He turned his head and saw
a pair of pure black pupils.
【Game. ]
he said.
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Curze was wailing.
He saw Horus, the Wolf Shepherd who had been smiling at him just now, turned into a grinning monster. Curze couldn't control himself. He saw himself raising his spear and stabbing at the Wolf Shepherd -
no ——!
Konrad Curze tried hard to let go. He tried to retract his hand as if he was electrocuted. The spear in his hand turned into a sword. He saw Guilliman's angry eyes, staring desperately. he.
No, no no no no no no no!
He wasn't trying to kill them!
Curze shrieked and shrank back into a corner of the room, the stone rubbing rough against his back. The pain made him feel a little relieved - he turned around and saw
Vulcan leaning on the cell as he lay dying, covered in cuts and bruises.
[Why are you doing this, my brother? 】
Kuzzi screamed again, he didn't mean to do this, he didn't want this! ! !
Using his hands and feet, he tried to retreat in a panic, but he soon bumped into something, and the cold touch felt particularly familiar.
Curze shuddered and gasped, turning around -
Mortarion lay there, looking as Curze saw him at one moment, and as filthy at another, but his lower body was gone! Swallowed by something black!
Something dark and noisy flowed from Mortarion's eyes.
【Then why don't you save me? ]
Mortarion said.
【I tried! I tried! It's you who's stopping me! ! ! Why did you stop me? ! ]
Curze shouted and retorted. He caught Mortarion's mistake and retorted loudly, as if he had discovered a new continent.
But it's no use.
Mortarion, who was only half a body left, looked at him, and then he began to crawl towards Curze. Curze screamed and backed away, but he soon found that he was trapped-
black things surged up and swallowed him up. Everything, they swallowed Horus, they swallowed Guilliman, they swallowed Vulkan.
In the end, even Mortarion was swallowed up.
Now, except for Curze, there is no one here -
but the water is still rising. They have reached Curze's ankles, and the hot burning sensation stings him. He opens his mouth wide, no, no, no, no, Mortarion has disappeared, why is the water still rising?
Where is the water flowing? where? Where?
Kurtz knelt down frantically and rummaged through the water for the source of the water. There was none, nowhere! He couldn't find anything but body parts! ! !
Water dripped down.
Curze stopped suddenly, and he reached out, incredibly, cautiously, tremblingly. He touched his chin, where the water had streaked across it,
and then he opened his mouth, put his finger in - and
he took out that thing, this piece of flesh, It cursed him.
Curze's eyes snapped open and he saw Sai, standing there, helpless, he was in pain, they were all in pain.
Sai will die in battle.
【Game. ]
He softly called the child who made him most proud.
He walked over and looked at Sai carefully, he told him to take it easy, they were on trial. The
Night Lords were torn apart and refrigerated. Sai would die in the corner of the Great Crusade, as a warrior, died on the battlefield -
he walked Past, looking at Cy with impassivity, he said let them come, the Night Lords were right. The
Night Lords were torn apart and put in cold storage. Cy would die in a feud with his Primarch brother, as his proudest child, dying On the way to protect him -
then Curze opened his eyes and he saw Sai.
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