The world is upside down, there is no right or wrong here.
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Amid the chaos, the rugged Nightfall began to accelerate. The haggard queen lifted her skirt that was burned by fire and ran amid the silent gunfire. Her pointed high heels hit the starry sky, and every step splashed brilliant waves of warp.
Shining blue and bright purple splashed in the deep night.
Her loyal soldiers followed her, even as their ranks were inevitably torn to pieces, and the black and white knights stomped their feet and rushed violently towards the embarrassed fugitives.
The knights' iron steeds strode through the ranks, their vigorous plasma engines spewed out hot breath, the sound of horse hooves startled the night and shattered the curtain.
A man in purple robes with numerous gold ornaments joined the battle, but his sword dance was extremely cautious. He hesitantly chased after the exhausted lady, as if he wanted to grab the tattered hem of the lady of the night with his hands with exquisitely painted nails.
But in front of the queen and the knights who were baring their fangs and ready to fight to the death, the nobles were clearly not qualified.
Guns versus guns, warships dogfighting on the decks, soldiers fighting in the cabins, king versus king, general versus general, primarch versus primarch, legion commander versus legion champion.
With the foul smell of blood gushing out of his mouth, Konrad Curze stalks in the shadows, teasing the arrogant visitors.
The dark night was his home turf.
At this moment, the surging promethium and poison gas increased his chances of winning.
[… You have no idea what you have done, Leo.]
Conrad Curz hissed, and in a trance, the Lion King saw a dark shadow flash across the ventilation duct.
He held up the lion sword, and the lion was now in the shadows. Fulgrim did not follow and followed Curze's footsteps into the slaughterhouse. Phoenix was trying to contact his offspring outside, because Leon was confident that he could deal with Curze alone.
[I know.]
Lionel Johnson said, He does not hesitate, he does not hesitate, he does not waver, he is right, he is faithful,
[You are the ignorant one, Conrad.]
Koz sneered, and Leon heard the sound of the chain shaking.
[You…]
Koz spoke softly, and the Lord of Night suddenly became terrifying, with uncontrollable anger and sorrow appearing on him at the same time.
[…You are about to make the prophecy come true, Leo.]
The next moment, the flying iron chain rushed straight towards Leon's face!
There was a crisp sound of metal collision as Leon blocked the attack with his sword. The blood-stained iron chain tightly entangled his lion sword. The chain was stretched taut in mid-air, and the sword made a dying groan.
Leon gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, his arms trembling slightly under the huge force.
[Fool.]/[Mad man!]
clang!
The huge force on the other end suddenly disappeared. Leon, who had expected this, immediately pressed his back foot to the ground to stabilize his balance. The sword in his hand swung a silver line in the air, and the chain wrapped around the sword, which had not been put down in time, hit his leg armor -
The lion roared, and the monster responded with a roar. There was a brief clash of weapons, and flames burst out, illuminating the two people.
An inhuman face that is twisted and insane to the extreme, a double-winged helmet with blood spots on the eyepiece, which looks calm but is actually cruel.
throat!
Metal knocks open.
Curze spat at the lion playfully, then disappeared back into the night before the lion's next attack.
Aboard the Nightfall, there was only midnight.
And now, the night is still long.
Curze's target was never the Lion, he needed... he needed to get to the Phoenix.
Those who are arrogant, stupid, stubborn, slow-witted and biased are actually the lucky ones who are most happy to bite people.
He only knew how to make enemies for himself, and thought that killing the enemy in front of him would solve everything. He was wrong, very wrong!
For the last time, for the last time, if Conrad Curze fails - then let them fall into eternal sin together!
Lionel Johnson will pay for his sin of stupidity sooner or later!
Conrad rubbed his fingers together, and small sparks flashed from his fingertips. He lowered his hand happily and snapped his fingers on the sticky liquid.
A bright flame suddenly exploded in the cabin, burning the night sky and revealing Leon's face that wanted to kill Koz. The stubborn lion now seemed not to want to think too much.
Flames rose up and burned Conrad's limbs. This was the pain of being judged, and he drank it like fine wine and sweet spring water.
In ancient religions, fire dispels ignorance and brings hope and light.
This was Conrad's final blessing to him and his brothers.
The space began to tremble, and a few small sparks burst out in the cabin filled with turbid poisonous gas. The footsteps began to become unsteady. This was the best evidence that gravity had become strange.
The Nightfall was rushing towards the warp rift torn open by the First Legion, with an unstoppable attitude.
In the command room, Costwain's pupils suddenly dilated. He realized Sevatar's idea and his attacks became more ferocious, but that damn bat also had amazing martial arts skills.
They fought in the command room, Sevatar was almost crazy, he was not even afraid of Costner attacking the command table of the Nightfall, the knife cut the buttons, revealing the exposed wires inside.
It was as if they no longer needed the Glorious Queen.
Coleswain's roar of questioning burst forth,
"What on earth do you want to do?!"
Sevatar's halberd deflected the blade,
"The Night Lords were just trying to survive."
"You are the ones who attacked first!"
It was Conrad Curze who took the lead in attacking Fulgrim!
Corswayn roared, which silenced Sevatar for a moment, but Sevatar's indifferent voice immediately made the knight of Caliban even more angry.
"It's not your turn to blame me now. Why don't you go and call an Emperor's son over?"
Sevatar said defiantly.
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Fulgrim stood panting at the exit of the destroyed and collapsed corridor, sword raised and on guard.
He still... He still couldn't comprehend what was happening. It all happened so fast.
From his belief that Koze was imprisoned by his descendants, to Koze and Leon fighting each other with the intention of killing each other, Phoenix accepted all this absurdity. In his view, his brothers, like the world, had fallen into madness.
What exactly happened
Why did Curze want to kill him, and the lion firmly believed that Curze would do something... betrayal.
The Phoenix, who had found his companions for the first time since the Astronomican was extinguished, had never expected this scene.
He thought it would be a conversation, a discussion about the future, some topics about Fernus... but it would never be a fight.
With the determination that the other party must die.
Crazy, this has all gone crazy.
Fulgrim wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth once again. He listened to the call of his offspring in the channel. His Lord Commander Eidolon was coming. The Phoenix took a slight step to the outside. The Emperor's Children would blow up the corridor again, and he would retreat directly then.
Koz had gone mad, and the lion looked at Fulgrim as if he were garbage, and the Knight King walked over him as if he were a useless corpse.
It was obvious that what Jonson was conveying was that Fulgrim was useless, so don't hold him back.
Fulgrim did not believe that either of the two Primarchs he now faced was someone he could trust or fight with.
…Give him some time…He should calm down…and then go straight to Fenuth…even if it’s a corpse.
The Emperor... Give him a brother with whom he can communicate normally. Fulgrim felt that he was almost crumbling at the moment, and the greatest pain came from the "brother" he thought he could trust.
"My father! The bomb has been planted!"
An anxious call came from the other end of the channel. Fugen silently took a few steps forward. He seemed to hear the vibration of stones and the sound of fighting on the other end. The countdown began and a red light lit up on the bomb display screen.
In the command room, Costain's sword had already fallen to the ground, as did Sevatar's halberd. Costain angrily pushed Sevatar onto the command table and punched Sevatar's face.
[—Fulgrim!!!]
A scream of madness and grief burst out from the raging flames in the cabin. A ghostly figure appeared in Fulgrim's pupils, and the time at this moment seemed to be stretched to an extremely long length.
Fulgrim swung his sword, successfully tearing open Curze's flesh, blood splattered, but the Night Lord's other hand tightly grasped his arm like a drowning man, his eyes full of pleading tears,
In an instant, the hunter's figure appeared in the firelight, and the lion did not hesitate, his sword dancing in the air, turning a full moon.
In the slowed-down time, Fugen saw that Coze's face was gritting his teeth in pain,
He heard an explosion behind him, and the flying rocks were about to reach his sight. A piece of Lion Johnson's helmet was broken by Curze, and his sharp eye just happened to be exposed. Fulgrim saw the lion's contemptuous and ruthless eyes.
coward.
The lion spoke silently to Fulgrim.
For a moment, Fulgrim couldn't tell whether Curze, who wanted to kill him but had tears in his eyes, was his friend, or the lion, who saved him but had contempt in his eyes, was his friend.
Or maybe, they are none of them.
Phoenix was in a trance for a moment.
The world must have gone mad, he thought.
He no longer wanted to argue about right or wrong. The only outcome of fighting with a madman would be being dragged into the same quagmire as him. The best way to deal with it was to stay away from him.
He began to run backwards, and the severed hand of Koz that was holding his arm was still holding him tightly. At the last moment, he saw Koz kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly after his final failure, and the Knight King beside him staring at him expressionlessly as he left.
The scorching flames burned behind them, outlining their crazy figures against the light.
Curze sobbed. He had failed again.
Sevatar heard Curze's crying... Failed, he thought, he endured the anger of Costwain, groped with his hands pressed on the command table, he reached into the split fracture and pried open the safety lock.
Sevatar grinned a maniacal smile.
The next moment, there was an explosion.
The Nightfall, which had rushed into the warp, began to disintegrate.
Great! No more... Vomiting soul...
(End of this chapter)