Vengeful Spirit
Right, wrong, guilty, innocent—false, false, hypocritical!
Conrad screamed in ecstasy.
Once upon a time, he waded through the river of sin, fell into the lightless eternal night, and was imprisoned in the frenzied world. Conrad's eyes saw too much, and the things that he could not look directly at withdrew their mercy on him, and those who claimed to be right fell into hell in front of him.
Countless people and countless things had stood before him, looking down at him.
Fulgrim said, you have to have hope for the empire.
Don said, you are wrong.
Mortarion scoffed, apologizing.
Lion Jonson roared, Traitor!
In the flickering candlelight, Sanguinius lowered his head, his blood-red eyes emotionless as he looked down at Konrad Curze lying in a pool of dirty blood.
He said, "Conrad, this is just an illusion."
Illusion NM!!! You self-deceiving bitch!!!
Didn't Sanguinius know what he had done?!
Black hair flashed, and Conrad's right claw rushed towards Horus' head. The World Breaker blasted out from his right arm. Conrad retracted his hand suddenly, but the speed made his hand stop in the air. He watched the arm armor being shattered by the protruding spikes of the World Breaker, and his arm bent backwards in the air to form an abnormal arc.
In an instant, Conrad saw Horus' eyes bulge and he fell into rage again.
At that moment, Conrad Curze suddenly understood how Sanguinius had looked at him.
With what kind of pity and contempt.
So that's it, so that's it—this feeling is so wonderful!
The Midnight Prince couldn't help but burst into laughter, but his mockery turned into a cough through his melting vocal cords.
He had completed the performance he had performed in his lifetime, and Conrad twisted his increasingly sluggish body, teasing Horus with the same arrogance that Sanguinius had shown him.
Mortarion has paid the price for his arrogance. Sanguinius will only go further and further on the path of pushing his best friend into the abyss. He will eventually pay a heavy price for his arrogance!
Only he! Only he will die!
He was the only one who saw it all clearly!
Hahahahahahaha!!!
The screams of the High Heavens sang a thousand times in Conrad's ears. His evil soul had long been vulnerable. The Eye of Fear rolled its pupils, staring at his alluring soul. Conrad heard the call of Hell to him - in the face of curse, he had already made a contract with them!
He finally finished his journey, and he didn't want to see anymore! This world belongs to the blind, Emperor, why did you give him the only one with eyes
Leave the world to those who still have stupidity in their hearts!
He will go to hell with his stubbornness!
It's time for Conrad Coates' story to end!
Chains from the warp wrapped around his soul layer by layer, and Conrad felt that his existence was gradually melting away. The touch on his soul made him fall to the ground, struggling forward.
Horus wiped the blood off his face and stared in disbelief at Conrad who suddenly fell to the ground in front of him. But without any hesitation, the Warmaster smashed the World Breaker down!
clang!
Conrad rolled suddenly to the right, screaming and covering his head to avoid Horus' attack. The World Breaker fell to the ground and roared.
Horus also roared in anger. He had had enough of Conrad's teasing! He was right! Sanguinius chose theocracy himself! - He never - he never wanted his best friend to become like that!
He is loyal!
Conrad had indeed gone mad. He was rolling on the ground. His right arm, which had just been broken by the World Breaker, was completely torn off as he rolled over. The severed hand lay on the floor with the palm facing up and blood gushing out of the broken arm.
But Conrad just kept screaming on the ground, begging for something helplessly.
His loyalty!
He slashed at Conrad, who was immersed in his own world and screaming, and no longer tried to dodge. The World Breaker smashed his armor, and the fragments of armor splashed along with his flesh and blood.
Conrad's scream suddenly changed its tone, which pleased Horus, and he swung his hammer again, and blood flowed on it.
Conrad dodged suddenly, twisting his body and retreating towards the broken and open observation window. Horus' pupils suddenly shrank - Conrad wanted to escape!
Conrad felt himself suffocating, the shackles around his neck were getting tighter and tighter, hell had arrived, and the only thing he had to do was to leave a chance for his offspring to survive!
No! Admit it! Conrad Coates, you simply can't resist the touch of blood, you like to hear people scream, you love to see their faces are tortured by pain and fear to the point of distortion, you have never been for justice! That is just an excuse for your torture!
Just like now - is your selfish soul really thinking for Sevatar? You know deeply what Sevatar really wants - but you choose to self-destruct without hesitation - admit it, Conrad Curz, you just want to make yourself fall into hell!
From beginning to end, the only soul who should be judged is you!
And now, your good news has arrived!
Conrad let out a hearty laugh and used three legs to retreat to the broken window. The cold immediately froze his broken right arm, and the high-radiation particle flow made him even more dizzy. He smelled a wonderful smell, coming from -
The World Breaker suddenly swung from the right, and Conrad dodged. His completely black eyes had turned completely white at some point among his tangled black hair, and he was looking at Horus epilabically.
[Sanguinius will die,] Conrad stuck out his tongue and hissed. [Horus Lupercal will die, too,]
He stretched out his other intact hand and reached out into the void outside the window.
But guess who didn't die
He suddenly grasped the handle of a huge sickle, and the curved part of the sickle blade pierced Conrad's arm fiercely, but Conrad seemed to have no sense of pain. He exerted force with his arm and the monster at the other end of the sickle came up.
Horus' pupils constricted.
But at the same time, on the other side of the sea, an atmospheric incineration torpedo exploded above Cadia. With the point where the torpedo landed as the center, the blazing and dazzling explosion spread instantly, almost illuminating the entire void.
The fire spread slowly across Cadia at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the bright white light, Horus showed a crazy smile, but then the light in front of him was blocked, and the monster climbed up.
Countless frosts climbed on the cracks in the armor, the wings became more dilapidated, white frost solidified on the long hair, and the eyes had long been covered by a thick layer of ice, looking like white eyes.
The sickle named [Nirvana] had already changed. Frost was attached to it, and a layer of ominous white ashes was floating around.
Mortarion put his hand on his shoulder, he turned his head, laughed in anger, and chuckled.
[Horus, I want you to die—]
Before he could finish his words, Conrad rushed forward first, bursting with amazing speed, and knocked Horus down directly.
Horus was almost out of breath, and the Warmaster laughed, "But I have already won!"
(End of this chapter)