Corax remained silent, perched in the shadows of the Vengeful Spirit's ceiling, watching the Sons of Horus come and go before him.
Soldiers were coming and going, but no one noticed the thin primarch in the ceiling.
[…]
Corax blinked, his pure black pupils shifting to the—
On the body of Sage Trazyn.
Now, there are two "people" hiding on the ceiling of the Spirit of Vengeance.
One was a tall and thin Primarch, and the other was a Sage Trazyn of unknown origin.
Corax glanced at Trazyn with a questioning look, but he ultimately said nothing.
As early as when Horus joined the Raven Guard, Corax saw that Trazyn was extraordinary.
The sage, who was originally on the White Scars fleet, hurried to the Raven Guard ship and accurately predicted Corax's retreat route - using his mystical tools to cut open the corridor of the Raven Guard fleet in advance.
In the hidden darkness, Corax looked at the green indicator light on Sage Tarasim's face. Sage Tarasim's facial mechanical transformation was also very rare.
Can an ordinary great sage really do this
Corax was skeptical, and he saw the Khan's suspicion of Trazyn, but they remained silent in agreement.
At least Trazyn was there to help them.
The two isolated legions now need more help.
Corax thanked Sage Taraxin for his help. He was even secretly grateful for it in his heart. In times of crisis, a crucial helping hand always seems so warm.
So, on the ceiling of the Vengeful Spirit, Corax and Trazyn looked at each other, and the Primarch decided to let go of these insignificant details.
He would be wary of Trazyn, but he would also trust him.
Corax signaled to Trazyn with his eyes, asking if he could dive into the depths of the Vengeful Spirit with him, and Trazyn responded with his firm green indicator light.
So they set off.
This was a perfect sneak attack.
No one noticed the figures in the shadows, and no surveillance camera captured their running figures - it didn't seem like someone had once left behind a picture of themselves crawling under the surveillance of an alien.
For Corax, stealth is as easy as drinking water and breathing.
For Trazyn... no matter what, the backward human eyes or technology at least cannot detect him.
Relying on his previous memories, Corax moved towards the secondary command room of the Spirit of Vengeance. What made the Primarch uneasy was that this huge ship was like a living thing that was reviving. The deeper they went, the hotter and more eerie it became.
The Spirit of Vengeance gave Corax the feeling that something was reviving in their bodies, just like Horus himself. They were being controlled and parasitized, and were gradually becoming an empty shell.
Corax couldn't help but start to worry about the Khan again.
The Khan assured him that their brother Mortarion was more than capable of saving them from the Spirit of Vengeance.
Mortarion
Corax thought that his only encounter with the Fourteenth Legion leader was a glimpse at the Council of Nikaea, when Mortarion received the order from the Lord of Mankind to burn Prospero.
Corax frowned as he recalled. He didn't think that the Mortarion he remembered was amazing - amazing enough to help him defeat Horus.
It is always easy to spot a strong person at a glance, such as Saint Guillermo and the Lion. They all exude a certain aura that is frightening and makes people subconsciously want to surrender.
Corax didn't think he sensed it in Mortarion.
He began to worry about the Khan, but since the Khan had made a promise, Corax had no choice but to believe Chagatai.
At least... Corax's eye twitched as he heard the mechanical sounds of Trazyn climbing behind him. At least he was with the Archmagos now.
… Sanguinius… Sanguinius… Corax thought as the Primarch infiltrated his final destination.
The instruments that controlled the huge ship were beeping in the room. The mortal crew members were working nervously at their posts. The two navigators were muttering something in a corner of the room. The Sons of Horus were stationed behind these workers with their bolters.
Corax glanced at Trazyn, and for some reason, he began to have a liking for this strange sage. Trazyn was not like the sages on Corax's home planet. Trazyn was very different - he had a certain sense of lively rebellion that Corax admired.
In short, he is not numb and has his own opinions.
The green indicator light on Trazyn's face beeped, and the Mechanical Magus stretched out his hand and made an ancient "OK" gesture to the Primarch.
Corax understood Trazyn's hint. The sage meant that the Primarch could act.
Trazyn had cut off the room from the outside world, blocking the door and silencing their screams. This was Corax's job.
Corax moved his Raven Claws slightly, and his Lightning Claws responded happily.
Move quickly and cleanly - grant them a quick death.
There was no light in the original body's pure black pupils.
—————
[… Sanguinius? ]
Corax's surprised voice rang out, and the Primarch stood in front of the command table, his claws covered in blood, but he still used his unstained claws to accurately search through the documents on the table.
The Primarch's pupils widened slightly, and he saw words that puzzled him - the Second Kingdom of God, Archangel, Second Warmaster, Chief Judge...
Sanguinius founded a new empire
Or... religion-driven
For a moment, Corax couldn't tell if Horus or Sanguinius was crazier.
Or maybe they're all crazy.
Since returning to the Imperium, Corax had seen very few normal humans besides Guilliman.
They're...not normal.
Whether it was Horus who targeted him, the Khan who vowed that Mortarion could do it, or Sanguinius who proclaimed himself a god.
Corax was silent, but the Primarch's hands did not slow down at all. He memorized the location of the tunnel - the passage to the Dark Side.
"Is that enough?"
[That’s enough.]
They carefully retreated back into the shadows, and Corax had to be more careful this time because of the smell of blood.
He had no idea what Khan's current condition was, so Corax decided to sneak back to the deck immediately and leave.
However, he underestimated the cunningness of the Spirit of Vengeance.
This ship is alive. The way it came here is completely different from the way it went there. The strange waves of the warp space changed them. Corax sneaked around in confusion, and his brows gradually frowned.
The breath of psychic energy became stronger and stronger. The air was almost frozen. An unsettling fishy smell was looming. It seemed that no matter where he went, he would only get closer and closer to the place that made him uneasy.
Behind him, Trazyn made a noise.
"We have entered the part where the subspace and the physical world overlap."
The mechanical sound rang, accompanied by the sound of gears rubbing against each other.
[Do you have any solution?]
Corax gritted his teeth and looked at Trazyn. The green light in Trazyn's eyes flashed.
"I'm not particularly sensitive to the Warp - but with the detection tools we made on our Forge World, I can give it a try."
"I'll lead the way."
Trazyn paused for a moment, then the sage turned around and found a direction.
"This road will avoid them as much as possible, but I can't say for sure."
Trazyn said, "Either way, we'll pass through the two places with the strongest psychic energy."
Lead the way,
Corax whispered, touching the power whip at his waist.
[I believe you are shaping the wisdom of the people of the world.]
"OK."
Trazyn said cheerfully, and they resumed their journey.
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Corax had a hard time describing what he saw.
Rot filled everything. He saw a huge cocoon, taller than the original body. On the Spirit of Vengeance, there was an altar.
Dead leaves rotted at his feet, and he saw a blur of corpses of Death Guard slumped beneath the breathing cocoon. Corax took an imperceptible step back, slime drawing thin strands across the soles of his boots.
Corax was certain they were no longer in the physical world, that a vast force was carefully maintaining the incubation here - it seemed to have no time to care about anything else.
Something is hatching in here.
Staring at the cocoon that was large enough to hold an entire Primarch, Corax suddenly had an extremely bad association.
"We have to go through here."
Trazyn said, Corax looked at Trazyn, he seemed to be assessing whether Trazyn's words were still credible.
Trazyn stared back at him, the Archmagos not hesitating to look a Primarch in the face - anyone else would have trembled and knelt before Corax by now.
[Are you sure?]
Corax asked softly, and Trazyn nodded firmly. After a moment's judgment, the Primarch chose to believe Trazyn's words.
He walked carefully, holding his breath as he passed by the slowly breathing cocoon. As they hurried along in silence, they gradually left the rotten leaves behind. The strong smell of blood began to swirl around his nose. The brass chain lay on its side at the foot of the wall, watching them quietly.
Corax saw a pool of blood. Countless corpses of World Eaters were hanging upside down from the ceiling. Their heads were chopped off cleanly, and blood dripped from the broken necks into the pool of blood below.
[We are going to go through here?]
Corax asked softly, and Trazyn nodded. The success just now gave the Primarch confidence, so he raised his foot soaked in blood -
“Get down!!!”
Trazyn roared suddenly, and Corax leaned forward without hesitation, and then a huge blood mist flower exploded above the place where the Primarch had just been.
The blood pool began to shake violently, and the entire Spirit of Vengeance shook with it. Corax was almost thrown against the wall by the shaking.
Corax tried to steady himself, and he saw a hand stretching out from a pool of blood.
At the same time, he heard the rustling and peeling sounds of cocoons behind him.
[… Can you contact Khan? ]
Corax said slowly that his channel could no longer reach the Khan, but maybe—maybe Trazyn could.
"I've already sent out a distress signal."
Trazyn said dryly, and the sage raised the Mecha Axe in his hand in a ridiculous and futile manner. Two similar but completely different monsters appeared in front of them.
Corax was also in despair today, and the wound in his abdomen was aching slightly.
Perhaps he shouldn't have trusted the Khan.
[I count down to three]
Corax whispered to Trazyn,
[Then we run, retreat—do you understand?]
I've been busy lately, review week, and I'm sick. I'm really sorry. I'll update more during the holidays. No update today.
(End of this chapter)