The Kuroshio faded, revealing the bones that were still alive.

Horus calmly raised his lightning claw, and in the dimly lit corridor, with a wall on one side and a floor-to-ceiling window on the other, Cadia was spinning quietly.

The blinding arc of lightning claws illuminated Horus's face.

His bloodshot eyes stared at the end of the corridor where there was a soft sound, and he was not in a hurry, for after the tide had receded, the power was coming again, as ugly as the bare riverbank.

Behind Horus, a colorful shadow dances - the promised psionic energy is returning home, which makes him ecstatic and desperate at the same time.

But slowly, the ecstasy of regaining strength covered the powerless despair like a veil of lightness.

The despair and pain that had come from the abyss of depravity were being turned into power and being used again by Horus.

He looked contemptuously at the mist rolling beneath his feet—much weaker than the fog he had seen Mortarian for the first time, and the fire-caster would eventually set himself on fire and die in the flames.

Horus opened his mouth, and was about to mock Mortarion's ugliness when the whisper of the Pale Lord came from the rolling mist,

[Spare me...... I never wanted to compete with you for the title of "who is most favored by the emperor". 】

Horus's eyes widened, and he roared angrily, like an enraged beast,

If you understand loyalty so well, traitor, then I know why you have turned yourself into this inhuman and ghostly appearance. 】

Horus said contemptuously as he drew the worldbreaker's hammer, the head of the hammer glowing above the black hilt.

The original body turned the hammer slightly, and the smooth edge of the hammer head reflected a pale and weak face.

The mist rolled and spewed out like a gushing spring, and the tattered cloak emerged from the mist, and Motarian stepped out of the mist and shook his wings.

With the shaking of the wings, each time they opened and closed, countless churning white mist poured out from between the closed inner wings, and the edge of the mist formed a silent screaming hollow like a skeleton.

Horus glanced blankly at the report of his own armor, and unsurprisingly, he saw the value of the pollutant column soar.

Horus's heart sank, and there was a break in the circulatory system of his armor - and that wasn't a good thing.

Immediately after, Horus felt a gust of wind whistling in front of him, and without a trace of hesitation, relying on his battle instincts, Horus wielded a war hammer and took Motarian's surprise attack.

The scythe hung in front of Horus, and the chainsaw chain of the scythe's sharp spin sparked and burst into Horus's eyes.

Horus holds the hammer with both hands, and the hammer is placed horizontally, just above the junction of the scythe of the Scythe of Silence.

Even the power of the four gods changed Horus—making his body even more swollen—even more bloated.

But in the face of Mortarian, who is closer to his own essence, Horus is still shorter than Mortarian, and the shadow of the Pale Lord hangs over Horus.

The two trapped beasts were testing each other, but they did not let go, allowing the power to pass through the cold weapon, biting together and wrestling.

During the long stalemate, the Adamantite wailed and sparks splashed.

You've become weaker. 】

Horus said with a smile, but Mortarian silently refused to talk to Horus,

While luring the Black Domain, Motarian also consumed a lot of strength, and he was even weaker because of his spiritual existence.

The marshal's arms trembled, and for a moment, Horus even suspected that his worldbreaker would break.

He looked madly at Motarian, the gas-masked coward who didn't want to be known about his anger, the pale lord's eyes still devoid of emotion, until—

Bright firelight lit up on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the explosion of the giant ship at the moment of death lit up the void, but it was only a prelude to a series of grand deaths, and countless brilliant fireworks exploded outside the windows, reflecting their faces.

For a moment, Horus could see the faltering light in Motarian's eyes.

The next moment, bang!

Motarian took the lead in reaming the sickle, and the sickle rotated and unloaded, breaking the deadlock!

The scythe slammed into the ground with a loud bang, and Horus lowered his hammer, his mouth numb and his arms aching.

But Horus looked at Motarian with a smirk, his face half bright and half black in the light of the ship's explosion.

The Warlord watched Motarian's figure falter, and the Pale Lord looked thoughtfully out the window to see the scene of the Death Guards being surrounded.

Mortarian spewed poisonous gas from under his breathing mask, and he stared at the almost dazzling naval battle, snorting,

【What do you want ......】

Motarian turned his head and looked at Horus questioningly,

"I misread you, Horus. 】

The Grim Reaper said softly, "Do you want to end up together?!" 】

Silence swung at Horus again with the sound of the howling wind, this time aiming the scythe at Horus's waist, and Horus blocked the blow with the lightning claw, his wrist striking away from the scythe pinned by the lightning claw.

[each other,] Horus raised his head and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Three minutes ago, you kept that thought, did you, Motarian? 】

Motarian's face sank, and he slashed at Horus again!

The scythe in his hand almost danced out of the shadow, but Horus always cleverly held Motarian's scythe, as if he was not in a hurry to attack, Horus just dragged Motarian with him.

Motarian was also aware of this.

Horus was stalling for time.

Realizing this, Motarion's attack speed was significantly doubled! The behemoth in the fog that usually looks broken and slow is far from being as sluggish as he seems!

On the contrary, he is agile and terrifying!

But even so, Horus's defenses are still leaky!

[I saw our little brother Omega,]

Amid the frenzied clash of metal, Horus exclaimed,

[That was originally the location of Ling, wasn't it, Motarian?!] 】

The blinding green light exploded!

Horus wanted to close his eyes, but it was too late! His eyes were dizzy, the glowing green light that almost burned on his retina, tears streaming down his eyes, and he squinted to see the winged moth god rising from the narrow corridor, and the billions of wriggling spirits twisting and wriggling behind him!

The deafening sound of flapping wings beat against Horus's soul, as if something was near—near—Horus stared at the monster in the air in a trance, a breeze on his smooth skin on his left—

Horus slammed his hammer to his left, and almost as soon as he set up his defense, the laser-like scythe slammed into his hammer!

The chainsaw scythe roared violently, tearing off the top layer of skin on the left side of Horus's neck, curling up to reveal flesh.

Horus turned his head, tears streaming down his face, and he stared at the monster on his left side, as he left the phantom in the air.

Beside him, Motarian, with his wings folded and his whole body dim, stared at him, Motarian lowered his center of gravity, bowed his back like a full moon, and grasped the sickle with both hands, as if vowing to cut off Horus's head with a single blow.

A roar of threat came from Motarian's mouth,

You never understood all this. 】

[Really? 】

Horus smiled, but his smile grew bigger and bigger, tearing into a horrible laugh,

......Horus said lightly, even though the scythe in Motarian's hand was getting deeper and deeper, and the rapidly spinning chainsaw chain was roughly pulling out the flesh, Horus was still talking to himself as if he were hysterical,

[I remember the first time we met......] Horus looked at Motarian meaningfully, "You knew that then, didn't you?" 】

Motarion's pupils twitched, and after stepping into Nurgle's garden, Motarian lost most of his memories - even though his emotions were completely preserved!

Motarian had no idea what had happened when he first met Horus, but at this moment, the guilt and self-blame that suddenly came to him were real!

So what really happened back then?!

Mortarian decisively cut off this doubt, his gaze became cold again, the little episode just now did not affect the harvest of death, he used his hands to bury the humming chainsaw into Horus's neck.

Blood gushed out, as one muscle was severed, and Horus's head was twisted at an abnormal angle, and he stared sideways at Motarian, blood spilling from his mouth.

[You knew it then, so you rejected me.] 】

Horus whispered, "Was I abandoned so early? Or ......]

He stared at Motarian, and to Motarian's surprise, even though the chainsaw chain had been buried deep enough, Horus's warhammer-wielding hands were still stuck there, not routing.

Motarian had even seen the gray of silence climb onto Horus's skin—Motarion's chainsaw had been quenched, of course.

Horus made a ho-ho sound,

[You are different from Omega, what have you sacrificed, and what is acceptable?!] 】

Mortarian did not answer him, and the Pale Lord simply spread his wings again, and the wings flipped and thrust forward, increasing his strength and firmly pressing the scythe against Horus's neck.

This time, however, Horus's hands did not move, and he stared at Motarian with his eyes almost bursting, and the vicious words from his mouth splashed on Mortarion's face along with his blood.

[So cold-blooded, so cruel, you choose to abandon your brother, and let - by - - they - fall into the abyss - into the abyss? ] 】

[That's the choice!] 】

Motarian scolded, and then, in astonishment, he felt a tremendous force from the scythe, and he was shaken open and slammed against the wall, and countless mist dissipated from between Mortarion's armor.

In the midst of the chaos, Mortarian looked at Horus, he knew what he was doing—Horus was picking up the power that the four gods had given him—in fact, Horus had been rejecting the four gods before! Even though he was half-insane, he did not fully accept their gifts.

Mortarion's gaze crossed Horus, saw the fleet behind Horus, and saw the planet that was spinning silently...... Hades...... Motarian realized that if Cadia was destroyed...... At least this will not be the ending that the false gods are looking forward to!

For a moment, Mortarian even hoped that Horus, who was controlled by the four gods, would give the order to stop the bombing, but his hope was disappointed, and Horus naturally reached out and ripped off the communication line on his armor, and the small communication device was reduced to debris in Horus's hands.

At the same time, the tide of subspace poured back into this grand battlefield, and hundreds of millions of rebels, or their corpses, were immersed in the tides of subspace, and their figures began to become illusory.

But at this moment, like enemies, the two primordials who were staring at each other did not notice.

Motarian stared at Horus, he felt the subspace aura here refill, Horus was right in front of him, he watched Horus's figure expand further, like a balloon blown up by brute force-

[You completely compromised? 】

Motarian asked softly, clenching his scythe as he watched Horus's wounds heal,

Horus gave a sarcastic expression,

[The war between us will not affect the battle situation at all,]

[And I've already won.] 】

The commander said casually, he turned his head to look at the ships that were fighting, [Soldiers, ships, ammunition, these are the criteria for judging whether the war is won or lost—not a duel between two generals...... You don't deserve ...... I'm not worthy either. 】

Horus looked at Mortarian and laughed contemptuously,

[No, as a general, my legion will be affected by losing my command - but yours won't, will you? 】

Motarian spewed out a breath of poisonous gas, [Naturally. 】

He didn't hear the sarcasm in Horus's mouth at all, or maybe Mortarian was even proud of it.

At this moment, Motarian was thinking with all his might, how could he turn it all around—how could he save Hades—how could he kill Horus?

But as he told Horus, Mortarian realized that the battle here could no longer affect the tide of the war.

They have turned on the massive war machine, and now it is all advancing with inertia, crushing each other to the final end.

Winning or losing here does not affect the overall situation, and the decisive hand is in a larger and smaller dimension, but it is not here.

Motarian took a deep breath, since the concentration of the subspace here had risen, there was no need for him to suppress his unapplicable psionic energy to prevent himself from increasing the concentration of the subspace here, causing Horus to regain his strength.

He could only believe.

Believe in Death Guard, believe in Vaux, believe in White Scar for reinforcements......

Believe Hades.

Believe...... A mechanical alien.

Even the most critical thing in the whole incident is an alien race.

Motarian thought bitterly,

Motarian tilted his head and looked through the glass window at his fleet, well done, Vaux...... Even if he didn't play as well as Hades, Motarian knew Vokes did his best.

Mortarian turned his head and stared at Horus, his mouth open, his eyes blazing,

【Thank you,】

Mortarian whispered, his words startling Horus, but Mortarian continued,

[I've been ...... for a long time It's been a long time since I've done it so at any cost. 】

He has been bound by reason and the big picture for too long,

【I want to ......】

Mortarian remembered the flames that Garo had extinguished,

[I want you to pay with blood. 】

Mortarian spread his wings suddenly, and above the giant wings, countless eyes stared intently at Horus.

——————————————

Oh,. 】

Conrad Coetzes cursed under his breath, and at this moment, he was prostrate on the corridor of the Vengeful Spirit, casually fiddling with the "corpses".

None of the "corpses" were dead, but Conrad knew they were.

Conrad muttered to himself, and continued to climb forward, shivering again,

Oh my God...... Conrad whispered, "I hear the whisper of that reaper again...... It's exactly the same......]

He touched the blood on the ground, sniffed it, and licked his fingers,

[Who will provoke him this time......]

Conrad thoughtfully smashed his mouth, he straightened up sharply, opened his arms, and laughed,

[It's not me anyway!] Fate! 】

His laughter echoed through the deep corridors.

But his laughter didn't last long, and Conrad jerked back and looked at Sevita standing in the distance,

【Go back!】 Get back! Get lost! 】

Conrad waved his hand impatiently and motioned for Sevita to leave,

[Run! Come on! My race! Mortarian, Horus, get together with me - have you forgotten what happened last time?! 】

But Sevita still stood there, always on guard, but still standing straight,

"I need to know what you want to do, my lord."

Conrad giggled,

[Send to death," the original body said happily, "There is only one chance, I don't want to work for St. Giles anymore, this is not allowed to kill, that is not allowed to be killed-the archangel has long looked at me wrong. 】

Once the situation in the First Kingdom eases up...... St. Giles' faintly disgruntled gaze looked at Conrad Coetzes.

They weren't all the way, and Conrad knew that he was just a madman who had been chained up temporarily.

Sevita didn't move, "The Legion needs you, and you can't leave us, my lord. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Sevita jerked back, but he reined in his instincts, and Conrad Coz was holding his shoulder, spitting out a foul breath from his mouth,

[Greedy Sai," Conrad said slowly, "You've already drawn the blood of ten of my warehouses—that's enough for the Midnight Lord to build an army ten thousand years later. 】

Conrad Coates leaned over, and Sevita could feel Conrad trembling, but Coetze's voice suddenly became smooth and deep,

[Yago Sevita, I want to give you a chance to fight - give the nascent legion a chance,]

[The archangels only use us as executioners, we have no legitimacy, once the temporary period of transition is over - the First Kingdom of God will inevitably be judged, maybe the Holy Blood Angels can rely on the personal charm of St. Giles to protect themselves, and the dark angels can rely on their unique "first" to protect themselves, but what about us? What about the Midnight Lord? 】

Sevita felt his shoulder armor creak under the force of the force, and his mind went cold - when did the original become so awake?

Coetze's whispers continued,

[Then we will be the greatest victims, the price and sacrifice that will be pushed to the surface, and they will not be merciful, I already think of the contrived tears that Gillyman shed in the holy place because he had to be judged—he will repent of his deeds in the middle of the night, and then try to wash away his uneasy false mercy with the previous sins of the Midnight Lord. 】

Conrad turned his head sideways, quickly cursed dozens of Nostramo swear words, then shook his head and continued,

[There is no way out—unless the Legion can prove itself with something else—now is the chance, the only one!] 】

Conrad Coetzes said, "While Motarian is as disgusting as the Death Guard, disgusting enough to make me want to vomit just one glance, the Empire just prefers this garbage, and it's just good enough......]

Conrad paused, and he looked at Sevita in a daze,

[Enough righteousness. 】

Conrad whispered that Motarian was not a man who talked about the big picture, he would never be like Killiman, if his brother directly or indirectly killed the warrior he admired, even if Killyman was sad, he would laugh and talk to the brother who killed his warrior for the sake of the big picture.

Hypocrite!

And Mortarian wouldn't do that—no, it wouldn't, and Conrad had learned that himself.

The villain who will repay him!

But it also means...... Conrad arranges the human skin ornaments and chains he wears on his armor for Sevita, and Mortarian can be used.

At the thought of using Motarian, Conrad recalled the original scene, and he unconsciously shuddered again, but looking at Sevita and the newborn cubs behind Sevita, Conrad fell silent again.

[I will win Motarian's trust for you.] 】

Conrad said, "Mortarian and his Death Guards will be the only legion after the Order that can be spared most of the restrictions, go find them, okay?] 】

[Motarian...... Motarian can ......]

Conrad bowed his head in pain, slamming his head on Sevita's shoulder armor, slamming it again and again,

He saw the meeting, and Motarian stood up, stubbornly holding his mouth.

After the Pale One spread his wings, Sevita stood silent.

It would be a prophecy of Conrad's own choosing—he would choose the one he wanted—just like St. Giles.

Even if the price will be a more tragic ending.

Sevita's voice pulled him out of the prophecy in time,

"My lord, there will be no new order."

Sevita said that he knew that Conrad was sick again, and that everything the original said was premised on the fact that the war would stop in a short time — but that was not realistic.

[You don't understand anything the fuck!] 】

[I'm going to die!] I've got to find a way to die! 】

Conrad burst into a frenzy, holding Sevita's neck against the wall, droplets mixed with blood splattered on Sevita's face,

[One last order, get out of here, fleet warfare to support the death guards, otherwise-]

Conrad raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the Midnight Lord behind Sevita,

He knew that the little cub, the new generation, was still using Sevita's genetic seeds, and Sevita valued him very much.

"Ming...... White. ”

A few gothic words came out of Sevita's mouth, and the next moment, he fell to the ground violently, and in the afterglow of the lack of oxygen, he saw the figure of Conrad Coetz running wildly.

It's like running away.

Sevita smiled wryly.

(End of chapter)