They were once glorious.
But the good times are gone.
It's too late now, isn't it
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The pitch-black darkness rustled throughout the huge, complex ship, watching the people like a rodent.
The Night Lord's ship was empty, like a hollow husk left after death.
Under normal circumstances, Fulgrim would advise Curze to pay attention to the atmosphere on the Legion's ships. As an army fighting for the Empire, they need strict military discipline.
But now…
The Night Lords' ships, which reek of corpses, seem more like they were truly made for the modern galaxy.
The galaxy died.
Now all they had was a dead body.
The Astronomican went out, and a rift opened in the firmament, watching them, and from within it emerged the true evil—
DEAMON
Demon... Demon... Fulgrim breathed steadily. It was a demon, no matter how they described it as a "warp creature" to whitewash it, it was a demon.
And demons... live in hell.
Right now, at this moment, this is hell.
Countless demons emerged from the swaying shadows, tearing through their armies and whispering to the souls that there would be no end to it.
There is no hope.
Fulgrim's original plan was to go to the XVI Legion and ask Warmaster Horus what was going on and what the orders of the Imperial Empire were.
But he could not find the Sixteenth Legion.
The Sons of Horus disappeared.
So Fulgrim immediately changed his goal. He wanted to go to Cygnus X-1, where his best friend, Finus, last went.
But before he could move, the Sixth Tide of Demons delayed the Emperor's Children, and along with the half-human, half-snake aliens, the Third Legion suffered heavy losses.
While fighting the demons, Fulgrim heard some... bad rumors.
He urgently needed to go to Cygnus X-1 to find out the truth of the rumors, but at this moment, on the dark side of the empire, the psychic turbulence at Cygnus X-1 was already visible to the naked eye.
No matter where you stand, you can see that giant eye, staring at them with neither sadness nor joy, chaotically and foolishly.
He needed allies. The Emperor's Children could not go there alone.
The best partner was naturally Horus, but the Sons of Horus disappeared.
Secondly, he thought that the former Curze might be able to do this, but after the Atonement Crusade, the Night Lords had already been seriously injured.
Lion? He wouldn't agree with Phoenix.
Angels? Fulgrim's soul subconsciously touched. Archangels were perfect - he would not... he would not agree to such a radical plan.
The Phoenix is trapped.
He didn't know where to go, he had no goal, and every system was sending them distress signals - they tried to save two of them, but after that, Phoenix realized that there was no end in sight.
There are countless stars in this galaxy, and now every one of them is bleeding.
Pick up one, turn around and pick up another, and the previous one will sink back into the river of blood.
After weighing the pros and cons, Fulgrim gave up on seeking rescue from other galaxies.
Now, there are two paths before Phoenix.
…find allies and head to Cygnus X-1, or find a star system, secure your position, and make other plans.
But before that could happen, his fleet discovered the Night Lords.
Phoenix was worried about Curze, and he also knew Curze's crazy abilities - Phoenix had caught a glimpse of Curze's madness during his previous interactions with Conrad.
He had thought it was just the ravings of a madman.
Until the madman's fragments began to overlap with the current crazy universe.
What Conrad Coates said is true.
Phoenix realized this as he slid down desperately, slowly, and resolutely.
The reason why Conrad Kurtz went crazy was because he saw all this in advance.
If it were Fugen, he didn't think he could remain sane.
He once told Don what Conrad said, and Don scolded Conrad.
… Fulgrim took a deep breath, his long, silky silver hair dulling in the darkness of the Night Lords.
He did something wrong.
Fulgrim thought that Conrad was right, and he was right.
Before him, Sevatar paused in front of a heavy door. The cunning Night Lord turned and bared his fangs at Fulgrim - Fulgrim guessed he was trying to smile.
"One last reminder,"
Sevital said angrily,
"You should return to your fleet now and leave immediately - this is for your own good."
[I know, Conrad Kurtz is crazy,]
Phoenix said firmly,
[But he is still my brother, and I hope to meet him. ]
"As you wish."
Sevatar bowed magnificently and exaggeratedly, then he opened the door. A creaking sound was heard and a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose.
At the same time, the Lord of Night screamed,
[I know what you are here for!!! Hahahahahahaha—hiss—hahahahaha—]
[Fulgrim! Fulgrim of the Emperor's Son, I will tell you the answer now!]
Fugen drew his sword and stepped back, but it was too late. Everything in front of his eyes was dark, with only a little crazy white. The next moment, Fugen realized that it was Koz's eyes.
He heard Sevatar's shouts and the sound of hurried footsteps. The Primarch had broken out of containment again! The Lord of Crows' roar echoed through the corridors and faded away.
Sevatar also went away with them. Seeing that the situation was not right, Sevatar immediately fled. Then they could block the area and then introduce poison gas.
Conrad Curz was there, hanging upside down on the door beam, his tangled, greasy black hair hanging down, staring at Fulgrim, mad, but at some point turning into a sigh of despair.
Koz reached out his hand and gently stroked Fulgrim's face.
Only then did Fulgrim realize that he had underestimated the extent of the Night Lord's madness.
The torn galaxy drove this madman completely crazy.
He saw countless broken and bloody endings.
[… Poor ghost, poor ghost, let me tell you,]
Koz said gently, the stench of his breath sprayed on Phoenix's face, and he said,
[Finus Manus is dead.]
Phoenix stood there, he seemed not to have heard what Curze said,
[He died in our father's plan, died without regrets, died vulnerable, he was betrayed, he was forgotten - only you remember him, poor Finus. ]
Fugen felt a buzzing in his ears. He heard the pounding of his heart, the sound of the wind, the sound of blood, the sound of footsteps in the distance, the whispers of the devil, and...heard...
[Finus Manus is dead.]
Curze said softly, caressing Fulgrim's face with his filthy hands, wantonly.
The sharp nails slowly extended out.
Fulgrim...betrayal...corruption, Curze thought intermittently.
He stared at the beautiful Phoenix in front of him - he was his mentor, what a wonderful relationship, he taught him how to bathe, change clothes, and the etiquette between nobles.
But in the end he abandoned them and ran naked in this malicious wasteland.
Don't... Curze thought, don't fall, Phoenix.
If he was destined to fall to his death, he should have fallen completely, with his wings intact.
Curze hoped to save the Phoenix, but he shattered himself, suffocating in a river of blood.
Only one being could save these, but it had chosen those it saved, and they were forgotten, abandoned, and thrown upon the corpse of the galaxy.
Then... Coz thought,
He felt the impending rift in the warp,
The Veil was very unstable now, the rift would have been further back, but someone had sped it up... Curze didn't know who, a madman, a Chaos lackey, an ignorant human, but that didn't matter.
This was originally meant to be a rift that would take them away, but as long as they fought and died before that, when the rift opened, the truly chaotic and disordered psychic energy would completely tear them apart, leaving them no longer in existence.
Curze exhaled hot and fishy air from his mouth. He looked at the frozen Phoenix and his claws gradually moved down... It only takes one moment... The greatest assassin only needs one chance.
He was concentrating, he was about to kill a Primarch, he had to be fully focused.
Fugen paused, immersed in great sorrow, his face already covered with tears, washing away his eye makeup.
Curze hummed softly, as if to comfort Fulgrim. It was almost time, his claws—
Bang!!!!
[Ah ...
The Lord of the Night let out a sharp scream and immediately disappeared into the darkness, whimpering and roaring angrily.
Fugen trembled and turned his head suddenly, and he saw the knight slowly stepping out of the darkness.
Lionel Johnson put down his gun.
[I came at the right time.]
The monster in the darkness screamed,
[It's you! It's you who accelerated the subspace tide! ]
The lion had no expression on his face. He looked at the crying phoenix with disdain and raised the lion sword in his hand.
[Or am I going to see the corpse of a Primarch, traitor? ]
Under the Lion's instruction, the First Legion forcibly tore open the warp and arrived at the location of the Night Lords ahead of time.
The Lion King was right; he arrived at the right time.
Under the winged helmet, the lion glanced at the phoenix and frowned in dissatisfaction.
[cowardly.]
The lion said coldly, then he left the embarrassed Phoenix behind and stepped resolutely into the darkness to hunt the Lord of the Night.
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)