Corax was silent, he perched in the shadows of the ceiling of the Vengeful Spirit, watching the Sons of Horus come and go in front of him.

The warriors came and went, but none of them noticed the emaciated original in the ceiling.

【……】

Corax blinked, his pure black pupils shifting, moving to his side-

On the sage of Tarazin.

Today, above the ceiling of the Vengeful Spirit, there are two "people".

One is a tall, thin and tall primordial, and the other is a sage of unknown origin.

Koraks glanced at Tarasin with a puzzled gaze, but he didn't say anything in the end.

As early as when Horus was guarding the Ravens, Corax had seen that Tarasin was not ordinary.

The sage, who had been on the White Scar fleet, hurried to the Raven Guard's ship, and accurately predicted Corax's retreat route - using his mysterious tool to cut through the corridor of the Raven Guard's fleet in advance.

In the hidden darkness, Koraks looked at the green light on the face of the Sage of Tarasin, and the mechanical transformation of the face of the Sage of Tarasin was also rare.

Ordinary Great Sage, can you really do this?

Koraks was skeptical, and he could see the Khan's suspicion of Tarazin, but they remained silent.

At least, Taracin was here to help them.

Now the two isolated legions need more help.

Koraks thanked the Sage of Tarasin for his help, and he was even faintly grateful for it in his heart, a critical helping hand always seemed so warm in times of crisis.

So, on the ceiling of the Vengeful Spirit, Corax and Tarasin looked at each other, and the original decided to let go of these trivial details.

He'll be wary of Tarasin, but he'll also trust him.

Corax gestured with his eyes to Tarasin if he could dive with him into the depths of the Vengeful Spirit, and Tarasin responded with his resolute green light.

So they set off.

It was a perfect sneak.

No one noticed the figure in the shadows, and none of the surveillance cameras caught them speeding - it didn't look like someone had left behind their creeping figure under the surveillance of the aliens.

For Corax, stealth is like drinking water and breathing, at will,

For Tarasin...... In any case, the backward human eye or technology will not be able to detect him at least.

Using his previous memories, Corax made his way to the Vengeful Spirit's secondary command room, and to the Primordial's uneasiness, the massive ship was like a resurrected creature, and the deeper they went, the hotter and more eerie the ship became.

The vengeful spirits gave Corax the feeling that it was Horus himself, that something was being revived within them, that they were controlled, that they were parasitized, that they were gradually becoming an empty shell.

Corax couldn't help but start worrying about Khan again.

The Great Khan swore to him that their brother Motarian would be enough to free them from the vengeful spirit.

Motarian?

It occurred to Korakes that his encounter with the Fourteenth Legion Commander was only a glimpse of the meeting of Nikea, where Motarian had commanded the Lord of Humanity to burn Prospero's order.

Corax frowned and recalled, he didn't think there was anything amazing about Mortarian in his memory—enough to allow him to defeat Horus.

Strong people are always easy to see at a glance, such as St. Giles, such as lions, they all exude a certain intimidating aura that makes people subconsciously want to surrender.

Corax didn't think he felt the aura in Motarian.

He began to worry vaguely about the Khan, but now that the Great Khan had made a promise, Koraks had no choice but to trust Chagatai.

At least...... The corner of Koraks' eyes twitched, and he heard the mechanical sound of Tarasin climbing behind him, at least he was with the Great Sage now.

…… St. Giles ...... St. Giles ...... Corax thought as the primordial infiltrated his final destination,

The instruments that operated the ship tickled in the room, the mortal crew members nervously worked at their posts, the two navigators muttered something in a corner of the room, and the sons of Horus stood behind the men with their blasters.

Corax glanced at Tarasin and for some reason, he began to have a crush on the strange sage, Tarasin was not like the sages on Korazin's home planet, Tarasin was very different - he had a kind of vivid sense of rebellion that Corax admired.

In short, he is not numb and assertive.

The turquoise light on Tarassin's face sounded, and the mechanical sage reached out and made an ancient "OK" gesture to the original.

Corax read Tarasin's hint that the sage meant that the primordial could act.

Tarasin had cut the room off from the outside world, blocking the door to keep them from screaming, and that was Koraks' mission.

Corax twitched his raven's claw slightly, and his lightning claw responded happily.

Be fast, clean enough – give them a quick death.

There was not a single light in the pure black pupils of the original body.

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【…… St. Giles? 】

Corax's startled voice rang out as the Prototype stood in front of the command table, his claws covered in blood, but he still searched through the papers on the table with his bloodless paws with precision.

The primordial body's pupils widened slightly, and he saw the words that puzzled him—the Second Kingdom of God, the Archangel, the Second War Marshal, and the Presiding Judge......

St. Giles founded a new empire?

Still is...... Religious-led?

For a moment, Corax didn't know if Horus was crazier or St. Giles was crazier.

Or maybe they're all crazy.

Since returning to the Empire, Korax has rarely seen normal people, except for Killiman.

They...... None of them are normal.

Whether it was Horus against him, the Khan who swore that Mortarian could do it, or St. Giles who established himself as a god.

Corax was silent, but the movement of the primordial's hand did not slow down in the slightest, and he made a note of the location of the tunnel, the passage to the Dark Side.

He made a note of the path and coordinates of the stars where St. Giles had been found, and Corax gathered his evidence, then he turned around and glanced at Tarasin, who seemed to be interested in the weapon in the hands of the Sons of Horus, and motioned to the sages that it was time for them to go.

"Enough?"

[Enough.] 】

They carefully retreated into the shadows, this time Corax had to be more careful due to the smell of blood.

He didn't know what Khan's situation was, and Corax decided to sneak back to the deck and leave.

However, he underestimated the Vengeful Spirit's treachery.

The ship was alive and the way it came and the way it came was completely different, the eerie subspace waves changed them, and Corax stalked in confusion, his brow gradually frowning.

The aura of psionic energy grew stronger and stronger, the air was almost frozen to the ground, and an unsettling fishy stench loomed, as if wherever he went, he would only get closer and closer to the place that disturbed him.

Behind him, there was a movement from Tarasin,

"We're in the subspace and the physical world."

The sound of machinery was accompanied by the sound of gears rubbing.

[Is there anything you can do?] 】

Koraks gritted his teeth, and he looked at Tarasin, whose eyes flashed green,

"I'm not very sensitive to subspace - but with the probing tools we make in the Forge World, I can give it a try."

"I'll lead the way."

Tarasin paused for a moment, and then the sage spun around and looked for a direction,

"This road will try to avoid them, but I can't say."

"Either way, we're going to pass through the two places where the spiritual energy is strongest. ”

[Lead the way,]

Koraks whispered, he touched the power whip on his waist,

[I believe that you have forged the wisdom of the people of the world. 】

"Okay."

Tarasin said happily as they resumed their journey.

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It was hard for Corax to describe what he saw.

Decay filled everything, and he saw a large, taller cocoon than the original, and an altar was standing on the vengeful spirit.

The dead leaves rotted beneath his feet, and he saw a vague number of corpses of the Death Guard slumped under the breathing cocoon, and Corax stepped back without a trace, slime pulling thin strips at the soles of his boots.

Corax was sure they weren't in the physical world anymore, and a massive force was carefully maintaining the hatchery here—making it seem like it had no time to take care of anything else.

Something is hatching in here.

Staring at the cocoon that was large enough to hold an entire primordial body, Corax suddenly had an extremely bad association.

"We've got to get through here."

Tarasin said that Koraks looked at Tarasin as if he was assessing whether Tarasin's words were still credible.

Tarasin looked back at him, and the Great Sage didn't hesitate to slam his gaze at one of the primordials—someone else, who might have trembled and knelt down to Corax by now.

Can you be sure? 】

Koraks asked softly, and Tarasin nodded firmly, and after a moment of judgment, the Primordial chose to believe Tarasin's words.

Cautiously, he passed by the slow-breathing cocoon, and in the silent hurry, they gradually left the rotting dead leaves behind, the strong smell of blood began to swirl around the tip of his nose, and the brass chains lay at the foot of the wall, watching them quietly.

Corax saw a pool of blood, the corpses of countless World Eaters hanging upside down from the ceiling, their heads cleanly cut off, blood dripping from the section of their necks and dripping into the pool of blood below.

[We're going through here?] 】

Koraks asked softly, and Tarasin nodded, the success of the moment had given confidence to the primordial, and he lifted his blood-soaked foot—

"Lie down !!"

Tarasin yelled violently, and Corax leaned over without hesitation, and then, a huge blood mist flower exploded in the sky above where the original body had just been.

The pool of blood began to shake violently, and the entire Vengeful Spirit shook with it, and Corax was nearly thrown against the wall by the bump.

Corax struggled to steady himself, and he watched as he saw a hand sticking out of a pool of blood.

At the same time, he heard the sound of worm cocoons squirming and peeling behind him.

【…… Can you contact Khan? 】

Koraks said slowly, his channel couldn't reach Khan, but maybe—maybe Tarasin could.

"I've sent a call for help."

Tarasin said dryly, and the sage raised the Mekhan's axe in ridiculous vain, and two similar, but completely different, monsters appeared in front of them.

Corax was also desperate today, and the wound in his abdomen was aching.

He probably shouldn't have trusted the Khan.

[I count down to three]

Koraks whispered to Tarasin,

[Then we ran and retreated—do you understand?] 】

I've been busy lately, review week, sick, I'm really sorry, I update more during the holidays, and I don't have it today

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