Sevatar took a deep breath, and the sweet smell of blood followed the cool air into his esophagus.
He walked along the dark corridor of the Nightfall, where it was eternal night.
The company commander had repeatedly threatened with words, or else repelled countless inquiring glances or words.
Their father, Konrad Curze, had never been interested in this loose legion, which was full of factions and Sevatar was just a man who could barely hold the helm.
"If you want to run, you can run now, no one will stop you."
Sevatar said in a gentle yet cruel voice.
They could not escape, as the panicked, gathered Night Lords ships, the Luna Wolves and Death Guard fleets had already surrounded them.
The Death Guard ships were in a standoff, while the Moon Wolves separated the two sides—
But at the same time, it also cleverly blocked the Night Lords' retreat.
Horus didn't want them to go, he knew it.
The reason why Curze and Sevatar are on the Night Veil now is that Sevatar took advantage of the chaos to call the ship of the Night Lords and urgently transferred himself and the Primarch.
After all, the chaotic scene of the Death Guards charging at the Spirit of Vengeance did create a good opportunity for them.
Sevasta knew that if he didn't run this time, there might not be a next time.
He still remembered the last time he saw his father Curze imprisoned after the duel with Dorn. His mental state was quite unstable. He was punished because some truth kept haunting him and made him crazy.
Since then, Sevatar could sense Konrad Curze's further indulgence and corruption of the Legion.
No, their father. Conrad Kurtz, he might. He might not be able to withstand another trial.
Sevatar knows how to win the hearts of the Legion, how to fight, how to tear human skin more cruelly, he knows a lot, he can do a lot
But he was helpless when facing their father.
The only thing Sevatar knew was that Konrad Curze was not suitable to be imprisoned on the Spirit of Vengeance now. The depressing environment would drive him crazy. The Lord of Night needed to come back, back to the dark place of the Nightfall.
Facts proved that he was right. As soon as he boarded the ship, the unconscious Curze immediately twitched and disappeared without a trace.
Sevatar knew where his father had gone, but he couldn't go find the Lord of Night immediately, as the chaotic scene still needed an explanation.
The First Captain simply silently issued an apology to the Luna Wolves and Death Guard. He ordered the ships to shut down their alerts and lower all their guns. The Night Lords carefully lowered their weapons in a cautious manner.
Except for the Nightfall.
From beginning to end, this gloomy giant ship maintained the highest state of alert. If necessary, Sevatar would give the order at any time to sacrifice the entire fleet in exchange for the Nightfall to sprint to Mandeville Point and perform a forced jump.
But the decision is not in his hands.
Sevastater is only an executor of orders, not a decision maker.
Sevatar walked through the long corridor. Shang was standing outside the Primarch's room, across a corridor. He just looked at Sevatar silently and sadly, as if he was mourning.
"How is the Primarch?"
Shang shook his head. The Primarch's aide spoke in a hoarse voice, sadly:
"I don't know."
So Sevatar continued to walk forward, and faint moans and wails began to squeeze into his ears, some sharp, some low.
Finally, he walked to the door.
Sevatar looked down expressionlessly and saw blood seeping out from the crack in the door. There were layers of blood, some dried and some just flowing out.
Sevatar put his 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 chill continued to erode him.
Sevatar felt the pain, the pain tore at him and made him feel cold all over.
He lowered his head, pressed it against the door, and spoke softly again, as if begging,
"Father."
The seemingly indestructible door opened, revealing a gap just big enough for him to pass through. A rat-like mortal poked his head out of the gap, and the primarch's groans floated out from the gap.
The half-blind old man was very nervous, but he still smiled.
"Hey, Yago, I knew you would come, you have to come."
"Keep your voice down," the old man said, "He is dreaming, don't wake him up."
After seeing who opened the door for him, Sevatar's remaining sense of vulnerability disappeared. He stared at the old man with a stern face.
"Drizz, call me Sevatar."
Drizz, the recorder of the Night Lords and the dream eater, he can observe dreams. For some reason, the Primarch favors this dwarf and tells him everything, even the truths that even Sevatar cannot reach.
Drizzy smiled slyly and nervously.
"Okay, Yago."
The second time, Sevatar thought expressionlessly, but he still followed the old man's advice. He stepped gently into the Primarch's inner room -
Corpse.
There were corpses everywhere.
They were hung upside down in the room by large rusty iron hooks, and dark sticky liquid dripped from the wounds. They had already gone completely cold, but were still being dragged down by gravity like asphalt.
Symbols that Sevatar could not understand were drawn on the corpses with blood and wounds. That was the truth that their father brought back from the psychic dream.
Just looking at them made Sevatar feel a chill on his scalp.
Dream Eater Drizzy made a gesture to him to keep quiet, and then the hunchbacked old man carefully crawled through the jungle of hanging corpses like a mouse.
It was very difficult for him not to make any sound. The corpses were too densely packed together and he was not as short as Triz.
The bone fragments groaned as they broke under his feet.
The flesh that had been tortured or torn apart roughly rubbed against his shoulder armor wetly, making a slight "bo" sound as he left.
Cold, blue, white and purple hands or feet passed by his face, like lush leaves in the jungle, they were trying to stop him and warn him not to go forward.
But he had no choice.
Sevatar moved forward with determination. The groans and curses became louder and louder. He pushed aside the sea of dead people's hair and finally saw his tortured father.
Curze curled up in the nest made of corpses. The moist and soft material showed a broken despair on the Primarch's face. He was wailing, confessing, cursing, roaring, crying, and laughing. He struggled and tore the corpses apart, scribbling symbols on them with his fingers.
Sevatar gasped and stopped, watching his father's pain.
What to do now
Sevastata didn't dare to speak. He turned his head and tried to find the old man who brought him in.
In the inner room of the Primarch, in this slaughterhouse-like space, there was a small, inconspicuous wooden table. Triz did not look at Sevatar. The old man calmly pulled out the wooden chair and sat down in his seat.
Drizzy pulled out a pen and spread out a large piece of parchment on the wooden table, then he stopped and did nothing.
Sevatar was about to try to call out to this damn old man, but then he realized something was wrong. The space suddenly became quiet, and he turned his head—
I saw a pair of pure black pupils.
[Competition.]
He said.
—————
Curze was wailing.
He saw Horus, the wolf-shepherd god who had just smiled at him, turned into a grinning monster. Curze could not control himself. He saw himself raising his spear and stabbing at the wolf-shepherd god.
No!
Konrad Curze tried hard to let go. He tried to retract his hand as if he had been electrocuted. The spear in his hand turned into a sword. He saw Guilliman's angry eyes, staring at him desperately.
No, no no no no no no no!
He didn't mean to kill them!
Curze screamed and shrank back into a corner of the room. The rough stone rubbed his back, and the pain made him feel a little relieved.
He turned around and saw Vulkan leaning against the cell, dying, his body covered with bruises.
[Why are you doing this, my brother?]
Koz screamed again, he didn't mean to do this, he didn't want this!!!
He used his hands and feet to try to retreat awkwardly, but he soon bumped into something, and the cold touch was particularly familiar.
Curze shuddered, gasped, and turned around—
Mortarion lay there, one moment as Curze had seen him, the next as he was in his dirty state, but his lower half was gone! Swallowed by the black thing!
Something dark and noisy flowed from Mortarion's eyes.
[Then why didn't you save me?]
Mortarion said.
[I tried! I tried! It's you who's stopping me!!! Why are you stopping me? ! ]
Curze shouted and refuted. He caught Mortarion's mistake and refuted loudly as if he had discovered a new continent.
But it didn't work.
Mortarion, half-remaining, looked at him, and then he began to crawl towards Curze, who screamed and retreated, but he soon found himself trapped -
The black things surged up and swallowed everything. They swallowed Horus, swallowed Guilliman, and swallowed Vulkan.
Finally, even Mortarion was swallowed up.
Now, there is no one here except Koz—
But the waters were still rising. They covered Curze's ankles. A hot burning sensation stung him. He opened his mouth wide. No, no, no, no. Mortarion was gone. Why was the water still rising
Where is the water flowing? Where? Where
Koz knelt down frantically and searched for the source of the water in the water. No, there was nothing anywhere! He could not find anything except the body parts!!!
The water dripped down.
Koz stopped suddenly. He stretched out his hand in disbelief, cautiously, and tremblingly. He touched his chin, where the water was
Then he opened his mouth and put his finger in—
He took out the thing, the flesh, and it cursed him.
Curze suddenly opened his eyes and saw Sai, who was standing there, confused and helpless. He was in pain, and they were all in pain.
The game will be fought and died.
[Competition.]
He called softly to the child he was most proud of.
He walked over and looked at Sai carefully, and told him not to be nervous, they would accept the trial.
The Night Lords were torn apart, frozen. Sai would die in the corners of the Great Crusade, a warrior, dying on the battlefield—
He walked over, looked at Sai coldly, and said let them come, the Night Lords were right.
The Night Lords were torn apart, frozen. Cy would die in the dispute with his brother Primarch, his proudest child, while protecting him -
Then Curze opened his eyes and saw Sai.
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