[traitor!]
The lion's roar spread in the darkness, and in the faint light, the sound rushed into the darkness and disappeared into the distance.
This reminded Lion of his home world, the forest of Caliban, where the lion once spent an absolutely endless amount of time.
Caliban, near Cygnus X-1, holds secrets on that planet, within its forests lie great beasts tainted by Chaos, and the truth about the Warp.
And there Lion Jonson was, facing it all alone, until his adoptive father Luther found the "wild man" in the forest.
Later, this beast was "tamed" by Caliban's chivalrous culture and became a knight.
But in fact, deep down in Leon Jonson's heart, he is still a beast.
Only the loyal beasts will survive.
Rather than a simply crazy lunatic.
The Knight King stopped at an empty flat area. He paced slowly on the spot, holding the lion sword in his hand. The angel wings on his helmet were like pricked ears.
The darkness here is never quiet; it whispers and rustles, as if countless rodents are crawling in the darkness.
A steady, majestic baritone voice sounded,
[Give up resistance, and I can give you a quick death, Curze.]
The monster climbing on the pipe in the dark laughed.
[Poor little cat, has no one ever told you that your arrogance always leads to disaster? ]
Leon listened carefully to Curze's movements. The First Legion had also begun to act. From the vibrations of the Nightfall's floor, the Lion judged that the battle on the other end was also fierce.
[If you hope to anger me, you are wrong. I am not Fulgrim.]
Koz laughed crazily, and just as his laughter reached the lion's ears, sharp claws rushed straight to the lion's head from behind!
Koz pounced—
Without any hesitation, Leon lowered himself. He heard the sound of the breathing hose being scratched and saw the black shadow passing over his head. The lion sword in his hand stabbed straight up!
After realizing that the Knight King did not turn around to fight back, but squatted down to avoid it in a despicable manner, Curze let out an angry roar in his throat, but the next moment, his roar was interrupted by the splashing blood.
The red blood drew a beautiful arc in the air and splashed on the eyepiece of the hunter's helmet. The bright red, smelly blood spots emitted hot air.
With the posture of a lion, the silver-white sword shone with a cold light, and he wiped away the blood spot neatly with one hand.
[You betrayed your blood, Conrad Curze.]
Koz bared his teeth and clutched his abdomen tightly. The blood that had flowed out had already dried up.
Because he was imprisoned by Sevatar, he was not wearing armor, and at the same time, he was facing a fully armed lion.
[betray?]
His dark eyes were fixed on the tyrant, the real beast.
[Knight leader, don't you understand the situation? Can't you see who is loyal? ]
Jonson stared at Curze in silence.
Koz began to move, like a shadow swaying in the darkness, tempting ignorant humans to fall into the same filthy mud pit as him.
He spat out venom from his mouth, spitting out the poisonous juice that he had been forced to swallow countless times. These sticky liquids had already mixed and fermented in the body of [Konrad Curze], brewing a poisonous wine called despair.
[He abandoned us, and look at it now, can you reach him? Can you reach the Warmaster - we are all the abandoned pieces of garbage.]
[Pure death will be the most merciful reward. Do you know what the price of death is now? ]
[And you—you, Lion Jonson, my brother, do you still care about your empty title? Do you still want yourself and your legion to be praised by the people? You think you are his executioner, the one who righted the wrongs—]
Found it.
Leon rushed straight towards Konrakoz, followed by a series of gunshots. The knight swung his sword at the target, turned to avoid the attack, and then elbowed. The dull thud told him that he had hit Koz again.
Koze screamed in pain, blood oozing from his mouth.
[I don’t care.]
The black-armored Knight King stood in the darkness, the dried blood on his eyepiece flashing red.
[Conrad Curze, I care nothing for anything except the blood of traitors.]
[This is my loyalty.]
Koz let out an ear-piercing scream, his internal organs screaming in pain, and he decisively began to run towards the exit. This shouldn't be! This shouldn't be!
The sound of the lion's long running footsteps was chasing him closely.
Another cold light lit up in the darkness
[Koz, my brother, I think we need to have a good talk.]
The tip of the flaming sword hung above the deck, and Fulgrim stared at Curze with unclear eyes. A strand of messy hair hung from his forehead, matching the drooping traces of eye makeup.
[Catch him!]
Leon shouted directly. Fugen didn't look at the lion. He was concentrating on Koz who was rushing towards him and the exit.
[He is harming you!]
Koz yelled,
[He is harming you, Fulgrim! You cannot associate with conceited people! They cannot see the real monsters and are conceited enough to think that the world is still the same!]
Darkness has already fallen, and this is no longer the human world - conceited people still think that the world can return to the way it was, but hope is dead!
It's dead! Your present arrogance will be an arrow shot at your future self, and time will unleash its full power.
You will be twisted, degenerate, and become a real monster. The glory of the past will no longer exist, and you will no longer be yourself. The longer they stay, the longer they live... the more they will degenerate into a monster!
No one can stop it, no one can deal with it, this is inevitable, the worst thing has happened, they have been abandoned, without reinforcements, isolated and helpless.
Cannibalism, skinning, vices turned into virtues, souls turned into slaves, in order to please the master, life and war were used as tricks, countless atrocities were happening, countless shocking crimes were reveling, people had already degenerated, they had sold themselves to the devil for a moment of survival -
If you could really die right now, then go to sleep!
Don't wake up!
This is not home!
[Here—this is hell!]
Coze roared in pain. Phoenix stared at Coze, who seemed to be about to leave from the ventilation duct above him.
The next moment, Koz suddenly changed direction and crashed directly into the Phoenix.
The huge inertia threw the two men farther and then they fell heavily to the ground.
The two giants twisted into a ball in an instant. Phoenix clearly heard the hissing sound of the flaming sword in her hand piercing into Koze's chest. Koze gave up some of his defenses, but in return he had his hands tightly gripping Phoenix's neck.
Forgen believes that not wearing a helmet was a major decision-making mistake.
Compared to him, the cautious lion put on a helmet.
The thin Lord of the Night had tremendous power at this moment. He pressed Fulgrim to the ground. Fulgrim looked up. He saw Koz's face twisted with pain and tears, and saw the only light on the corridor casting a cold gaze on their heads.
[… Sorry, sorry. ]
Koz muttered to himself,
[I'm saving you... Brother... You shouldn't face those... Let me try once... Let me try once...]
The abandoned phoenix will fall.
The bloody tears from the corners of Koz's eyes dripped onto the black tear marks left by Fulgrim's tears, which also had some sparkling glitter on them.
Koz didn't want him to fall.
But that's what fate said.
… fate… fate…
Let him try again.
Let him try to... change his fate.
Curze's dark eyes trembled. He felt the sound of the flaming sword breaking bones in his body and the fragments of his internal organs surging in his throat.
He was resisting, after he had fallen countless times, for his brother, for the brother who had once shown him kindness, and for... himself.
The Lord of Death smiled at him mockingly, and the wrinkles around his eyes squeezed together in mockery.
[… destiny?]
He said slowly,
I ask you, Conrad Kurtz,
[Is Sevatar still alive? ]
[Sai! ! ! !]
Conrad Curze let out an eardrum-shattering roar, and he staggered forward, taking a step, the ruthless sword light barely brushing his neck.
The lion frowned and he slashed at the air with his sword.
Instead of pulling up the Phoenix lying on the ground, he stepped over it and chased after Koz who was staggering away.
But then there was a deafening explosion—and the hum of the vents suddenly operating at full power.
In almost an instant, a thin layer of dark poisonous gas accumulated on the ground.
Coz laughed wildly.
[Sai! It's my Sai! ]
He instantly hid in the area with the thickest poison gas. Sevatar was smart - he used the same poison gas that he had used on Curze's escape the previous two times, not the newly prepared one.
This means that Koz has already developed antibodies to this poison gas!
The Lion was much more cautious than Conrad Curz thought. Because the breathing hose was broken, he chose to retreat and return to the Phoenix. At this time, Fulgrim just stood up, and he looked even more embarrassed.
Leon Johnson stared at the exit that was destroyed by the explosion with dissatisfaction. Large chunks of building blocks completely blocked the only exit here.
The ventilation holes were not big enough for a Primarch to pass through.
He frowned and called out to his warriors on the communication channel.
"receive."
The Dark Angel Costwain said as he stood in the central control room of the Nightfall, blade in hand, facing Sevatar who was staring at him with a provocative smile.
Sevatar stood there, his hand on the console, and his gauntlet decorated with human skin had just pressed a button.
The porthole that occupied half of the cabin cast an eerie light on the two Space Marines. The Warp cracks that the Dark Angels had forcibly torn open had not yet closed, and the tides were surging in the vacuum not far away.
The rest of the Dark Angels had not arrived yet, and as the vanguard, Costwain rushed forward a little too fast.
But to his shock, there didn't seem to be enough troops among the Night Lords to resist his thrust.
Sevasta slowly picked up a small microphone on the podium with that hand.
"My Lord, what do you need? Your most loyal son will obey your orders."
There was a sharp sound of electricity, and then Sevatar's voice was heard in the corridor where the three primarchs were standing.
Koz laughed so hard that he started coughing.
[Poison gas No. 3, and Jusu! ]
he yelled, regaining the initiative.
Costwain, who thought he was confronting Sevatar, felt offended. The champion of the Ninth Knights raised his sword and slashed at Sevatar, trying to interrupt Sevatar's actions.
As if he had anticipated his move, the Prince of Crows danced, parrying the attack with his halberd, then instantly pressed another button with his free hand.
"Jusu dumping confirmed."
A mechanical sound rang out in the empty command room.
"Confirmed! Authority granted—Legion Commander Sevatar!"
Coswain subconsciously took a breath, but the sword in his hand never stopped, and after another swing, he stood still.
Koswain stared at Sevatar.
"Who are you?"
Sevasta stared at him with a fake smile.
"Prince of Crows, the Condemned, the true leader of the Night Lords, Sevatar."
"incredible,"
Coswayne said,
"The Night Lords have fallen to such a level."
Sevatar stared at Costwain. He certainly wanted to slow down time. In fact, he believed that the other party thought so too.
They all believed that their own Primarch could be the first to kill the opposing Primarch and end the war.
On the other side, Curze screamed and threw a ball of giant element at the lion. The sticky stuff stuck under the eyepiece, and the next moment, the Lord of the Night knocked the lion into the fuel pile—and then he immediately ran away.
Coleswain raised his sword and gave a cursory symbolic salute, a chivalric tradition.
For some reason, he didn't want to introduce his title to Sevatar... All words paled in front of the "real legion commander".
"My name is Corswayn."
"The commander of the Eighth Legion,"
Coleswain said tersely and somewhat nauseously that he was thinking about the possibility of one thing.
"Now, surrender. The fleets of the First and Third Legions have surrounded you. You have already been defeated."
The Eighth Legion's strength was simply not enough to defeat the two legions.
The Third Legion had not yet realized what was happening, but the First Legion reminded them and they quickly took action.
"Don't struggle in vain. Surrender. Our Primarch will consider giving the Eighth Legion a chance to live."
Coleswain thought,
"… We will give you a chance to escape the Primarch, Sevatar, if you command your Legion to surrender, the Night Lords'… Legion Master."
The lion that was knocked into the fuel pile let out an earth-shaking roar. He struggled out of the fuel pile in a desperate manner and chased after Koz. The phoenix had already caught up with him.
Curze tore off the chains that had once bound him, and the huge chains turned into long whips in his hands - don't question the strength of a chain that can bind a primarch.
Wielding two long whips, Koz rushed towards the Phoenix.
In the command room, Sevatar laughed. He opened his hands innocently and stared at Coswayn.
"My cousin,"
He said, as if trying hard to show his sincerity,
"You can see that the Night Lords are on the verge of collapse. Konrad Curze has gone mad. I am just a poor ghost caught between the Primarch and the Legion."
"If possible... I also hope..."
Sevatar spoke slowly. He took a step back, let the human head decoration behind the armor rest on the podium, and pressed down a series of buttons without leaving any trace.
The central command room issued an order, and countless secondary control hubs began to operate on the Nightfall.
From a macro perspective, the Nightfall began to accelerate and rushed towards the subspace rift.
Sevatar counted silently in his heart. He knew what the Primarch meant... That crazy father could only mean that one thing.
“…I hope all of you egomaniacs die!”
Sevatar rushed towards Koswain, and he shouted in despair,
"What?! Haven't you seen a legion commander acting as a dog for a legion champion?! Kitten?!"
Sevastata had just snuffed out a very bright future for him.
But there is no way, after all he is the commander of the legion and he has to be responsible for the people in the legion.
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)