The archangel stared at Curze.
He took a deep, deep breath, and the angry bloodshot in his eyes faded, leaving only the unchanging coldness.
Staring at Koze, the archangel saw the slowly collapsing statue of the Flesh and Blood Emperor in his peripheral vision.
To be honest, he was very tired.
Sanguinius is tired now.
The whole world has gone to hell.
And Sanguinius was standing in the center of the burning world.
On the dark side of the empire, countless planets are falling, and the archangel can imagine the hellish scene on earth.
The imperial truth preached by the empire was shattered, demons emerged from the shadows, and in the flames, people screamed and hugged each other, and finally turned into monsters in the face of collapsed faith.
The determined soldiers may still be struggling to hold on. They are guarding on high towers, next to warehouses, and at airports. They are using their limited remaining ammunition to desperately hold on to the last ray of hope in their world.
Perhaps their sages used their bodies to hold up the last radio transmitter, perhaps their workers used their lives to protect the last signal array tower, perhaps their soldiers used their flesh and blood to allow the last spaceship to successfully set sail -
But where can they go in this muddy world
There is no hope.
To those beings, the time spent by mortals with their flesh and blood is meaningless.
Because these dark years will never end.
They can rely on their faith in humanity to survive for an hour, three hours, a day, a week, but after the last bullet is fired, those creatures that never die will come back.
They are facing blasphemous creations, facing monsters twisted by their own wives and children, facing hopes that are not even visible and are just fantasies of their own - what reason do you have to blame them, to tell them not to collapse, not to surrender
Collapsed, surrendered, died.
The final outcome will be turning into evil spirits in hell.
No one came to save them and no one told them that there should be hope in this world.
The angel's eyes were tired.
The Imperial Truth was wrong, and in the Dark Side of the Empire, its collapse had even more unacceptable consequences.
This leaves people mentally defenseless.
… They need faith to arm themselves.
The Archangels of Baal knew this.
They need strong people to save them, even if it is just to bring a ray of light into their world, and to tell them that their hard work is meaningful and their struggle will have results.
He needed to... establish a beacon of faith in the dark side of the empire as quickly as possible.
Every minute and every second, billions of lives are lost and tens of millions of worlds are set on fire. Now someone needs to stand up and tell them that this world can be saved.
…rather than being trapped on Baal by the demonic tide, arguing with his crumbling brothers.
The lion does not understand the value of life, and Koz cannot even save himself.
It is a dereliction of duty for a strong man not to seek his place.
The archangel stared at Curze wearily. To some extent, Sanguinius, who was also a member of the Precognitive Department, could understand Konrad Curze's pain.
But there is always greater pain in this world, suffering that is enough to overwhelm individual suffering.
Sanguinius stared at Conrad with indifference as he shoved Curze back.
The Lord of Night smashed into the statue of the Flesh Emperor. The heavy weight of the Primarch caused the statue to collapse immediately. Curze collapsed to the ground, with sticky flesh and blood fragments under him.
Curze looked up and saw the archangel walking towards him against the light, the flickering candlelight burning on the archangel's blood-red shoulder armor.
Conrad felt his eyes burning, and he covered them in pain. He wanted to laugh, to make sarcastic remarks, to tell the angel that what he saw was only a tiny part of the prophecy of the Lord of Night.
Koz sneered, and his broken jaw made an unpleasant friction sound as his unclear laughter progressed.
He tried... He failed... His struggle was a necessary step in the completion of fate - Konrad Curze joined forces with Lion Jonson and personally pushed Fulgrim into Hell.
… He had fought… Fulgrim would fall, and he tried to kill the Phoenix before that happened, but he failed, and he failed again.
Angel... Angel... What would you do? You rebel against fate, but fate tells you that your rebellion is the necessary condition for it to happen.
You can only watch the world burn.
In a trance, Konrad Curze began to envy Mortarion - the Pale Lord managed to escape his fate, he escaped his predetermined destiny, relying on that man, relying on that man...
but…
Conrad Curze thought painfully and twistedly, would the result of their struggle against fate include the death of half of the galaxy
Curz panted, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the shadow of the angel fell on him. The archangel squatted down and stared intently at Conrad Curz's pupils that were about to dilate.
This generally means that the Lord of Night is about to enter a new round of strong prophecies.
The blood-red in the Archangel's eyes gleamed,
I will also prophesy,
Sanguinius said that he could see the future of some things.
He watched Conrad gasp and shook his head slightly in sarcasm. The Lord of the Night was telling him that the prophecy that Sanguinius had experienced was completely different from what he had experienced.
Konrad Curze's prophetic ability is the strongest among the Primarchs. He often falls into the scenes of prophecy, and then returns to reality without knowing when. Prophecy and reality are intertwined, and he has long been unable to distinguish them.
The fangs at the corners of the Archangel's mouth flashed coldly.
[I know,]
Sanguinius said softly,
[I know that what you've been through is different from what I've been through.]
The Archangel paused.
[I saw something through your blood before.]
He saw the fallen Fulgrim, the Third Primarch pushed into hell by two bastards themselves.
Then something else flashed by.
But at that time, Sanguinius had to suppress Curze and the Lion King, so he used the name of the God-Emperor to get rid of the illusion in time.
Now, he comes to face the prophecy.
Sanguinius reached out and straightened Curze's head, forcing the Night Lord to face him.
Let's make a bet.
Sanguinius said slowly and logically,
[Let's face the prophecy together. If I survive, you will need to take the initiative to atone for your sins - even if your condition does not allow you to lead troops normally, you can still cooperate with your legion leader to extract gene seeds. ]
If I hadn't survived,
The Archangel said,
[Then you are right and you win, Conrad.]
Curze couldn't pray to the God-Emperor, he needed another faith, the archangel thought.
But that’s for later.
The Archangel's pupils suddenly dilated as he looked at Koze, and the Lord of Night began a new round of struggle.
No, no no no… no…
Curze thought that the archangel was still good, and he couldn't be driven crazy by the prophecy.
But deep inside, the evil side of Conrad Coates was roaring, Show this arrogant angel, show him! Show him! Show him! Show him your pain! You are right!
In front of Sanguinius, Curze suddenly stopped, and a few faint characters came out of his broken mouth.
Sanguinius' wings trembled slightly.
Conrad Curze is talking about... Horus...
Yes, the prophecy of the Lord of Night will reveal the cruelest and most unseen scene.
This means that the Archangel will see his close friend.
Sanguinius was silent for a moment.
He is measuring.
Finally, Sanguinius grasped one of Curze's hands and bared his fangs.
At the same time, he put his wrist to Koz's mouth.
If you want to start betting, then bite the bullet.
The madman bit down without hesitation.
The archangel didn't hesitate any longer and stabbed it in.
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Outside the cell, Sevatar stared at the two primarchs who were both unconscious.
I fell into a stage of doubting life.
Was he a witness to some ritual
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)