[Barr]
The archangel's footsteps echoed in the corridor of the cell. In the closed corridor, countless candles were burning, reflecting dancing shadows.
Sanguinius walked in silence, and beside him, Sevatar, the Prince of Crows, followed respectfully, limping.
The commander of the Eighth Legion had his leg broken while fighting with Costwain.
But at least they were still alive, he was alive, Konrad Curze was alive, and the Eighth Legion still existed in some small numbers - Sevatar was already satisfied.
Even though they might be the first legion to be without the Glorious Queen.
It doesn't matter. Even if the Midnight Lords still have the Nightfall, their small number is not enough to support the alert of the Queen of Glory.
At that time, Sevatar lay contentedly in the ruins, ready to accept his final death—
Then he was dug out by a Blood Angel named "Amit". It seemed that the other party thought he was dead and was about to take a bite of him to see if they could dig something good out of his brain.
Now, even if he didn't want to wake up, he had to wake up.
The good news is that although the Archangels did not have a very good attitude towards the Night Lords, they accepted them with a pinch of their nose.
Thinking of this, Sevatar laughed dryly in his heart.
This is the reward for "loyalty".
As long as they are still human, still have not surrendered, and still have human souls, they will be scarce in this long night.
Sanguinius realized this as well.
No matter how corrupt the Midnight Lords were, they never knelt in the end.
Yes, they eat people, skin people, go crazy, break rules, bring fear, and finally even kill innocent people and enjoy torturing humans - but they are a good legion, they are not corrupt.
Therefore, no matter how much the Archangels, who were short of manpower, disliked and hated them, they had to accept the Eighth Legion.
Sevatar followed the archangel silently, almost submissively and gently, knowing that this was their last chance.
Beside him, the Archangel's footsteps sounded steadily. He no longer had the smile on his face as he did when facing his descendants and the people. Under the flickering firelight, the Archangel had a blank expression on his face.
Sevatar knew that the archangel had just had a "fight" with Lion Johnson and had participated in eighteen battles of varying sizes.
The Archangel tries to convince Leo, but Leo is not one to change his mind so quickly.
…but the lion will eventually succumb.
Sevatar knew, because that was reality, and the lion was not a true knight.
A true knight would give up everything he has, including his life, for some ancient and stubborn codes, but Leon is not that kind of person. From his fighting style, it can be seen that he is a man who will do anything to win.
A beast, Sevatar laughed in his heart, it's just a knight wearing a human skin.
Even if it was Konrad Curze, as long as Curze still had a trace of sanity, he would not kill innocent people. This was the bottom line of the Lord of Night.
But whether the lion has a bottom line... that's hard to say.
This is also a benefit. The Archangel only needs to clearly state the pros and cons and give Leo some time, and he will be able to figure it out on his own.
And now... Archangel was apparently going to meet with Konrad Curze alone.
Sevatar looked at the Archangel inconspicuously. He had heard about the Blood Angels once before.
If the Empire's truth is used as the boundary, the Empire's legions can be simply classified.
The first tier, those who absolutely believe in the Imperial Truth. Even if they see a demon with their own eyes, they will try to explain it with the Imperial Truth - the Ultramarines and the Imperial Fists.
The second tier, those who believe in the Imperial Truth, but are aware of the existence of something in the Warp and have always had an ambiguous attitude towards the Imperial Truth - the White Scars, the Sons of Horus.
The third group is those who do not believe in the Imperial Truth and have established their own religion - the Word Bearers.
And among them... the Blood Angels are actually in the middle of the second and third tiers.
The reason is simple - because on Baal, the home planet of the Blood Angels, there really is a religion that believes in Sanguinius as a god.
Back then, the Archangel used his promise to follow the Emperor back to the Empire as a bargaining chip, demanding that the Emperor not abolish the religion on Baal.
The Word Bearers' religion is to believe in the Emperor as God, while on the Blood Angels' side, Baal believes in the Archangels as God.
From a secular perspective, Sanguinius's ambition may be greater than Lorgar's.
… This should have been an act worthy of further investigation, but the Great Archangel used his personal charm to suppress those inquiring eyes, so not many people criticized the religion on Baal.
And now, as Sevatar limped along, the Archangel finally revealed his true colors, religion. This was the solution found by the Emperor's perfect son.
How ironic.
But... speak to people in a human way, speak to ghosts in a ghost way, and when you see an archangel, remember to praise the Emperor of God!
That's it, Sevatar muttered to himself.
Thankfully, Sanguinius couldn't read minds. He had no idea what was going on in the mind of this very cooperative commander of the Eighth Legion. Otherwise, the Night Lords might have been thrown back into the void by now.
The two men walked in silence, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. This was not a good sign. Sevatar hoped that Conrad would not kill a few more Blood Angels in his madness.
The face of the archangel in front of him was almost cold to the extreme.
Finally, after passing through one defense after another, the two stood in front of the prison.
Sevatar was silent.
He stared at his suffering father, Conrad Coates, and he felt his eyes dry and wanted to cry, but in the end, nothing came out.
Conrad stood with his back to them, his naked upper body was bony and covered with scars. In front of the Primarch was a body made of countless servitor corpses.
Statue of the Divine Emperor.
Using the original body's hair as threads, densely packed black lines stretched out from the flesh and blood. The flesh was wriggling slightly, and it was unclear whether it was the maggots inside that were wriggling, or whether the flesh and blood was still fresh.
Sevatar feels like he's about to throw up, and Conrad is praying to a statue of the God-Emperor... For the love of Nostramo, kill him.
At the same time, Prince Crow's heart was filled with alarm. Sevatar stared at the Archangel cautiously, already thinking about what would happen if the Archangel felt insulted and thought that the Midnight Lord was completely corrupted.
So how should Sevatar fight for Conrad until the last moment
Sevatar's hand reached for the dagger at his waist unconsciously—
Sanguinius seemed not to notice his trick. The angel had a blank expression on his face. He slowly raised his hand.
Start clapping.
Snap, snap, snap.
The angel clapped slowly, his face grim.
[Very artistic talent, change the material, I think Fugen will like it. ]
Curze, who was talking to himself in front of the statue of the Flesh and Blood Emperor, slowly turned his head, tears of blood already dried on his cheeks.
[… Fulgrim can’t come back. ]
He spoke hoarsely, and the next moment, the imprisoned Primarch slammed into the iron bar. Conrad shook the iron bar violently and hoarsely in vain.
[He said He forgives me! He actually said He forgives me—what qualifications does He have to forgive me?! Oh my God—Fugen is gone—He still forgives me?! Did He forgive me on behalf of Fugen? Or did He forgive me on behalf of the people I killed?!]
Sevatar saw that Conrad had fallen into madness again, even crazier than before, enough to scare away any intelligent creature.
He took a step back in surprise, but the archangel was not afraid at all and took a step forward.
The angel bent down expressionlessly and looked at Koz, who was hunched over and crying.
[Scumbag,]
The archangel suddenly smiled his most common smile. He stared at Koz with his blood-red eyes, which were hard to read.
[Then get out here and atone for your sins.]
[certainly,]
The angel smiled, and he reached out and gently placed his hand on Conrad's hand that was on the iron rod.
Then use force,
The prison bars that could hold Conrad Coates let out a faint scream.
Sevatar's pupils dilated as he watched the archangel leisurely pry open the iron bars and stroll into the cell. Conrad seemed to want to retreat subconsciously, but the archangel held his hand tightly and he had nowhere to escape.
[Before that, I think it’s necessary for us to get to know each other.]
The angel's fangs were revealed under the corners of his smiling mouth.
[You're right, right? When everyone is trying to survive, you're a scum who only knows how to escape by relying on your status as the original body. ]
The archangel slapped Koz, who had just grown his jaw and was screaming, and he shut up.
Yay!
(End of this chapter)