Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Although Ferrus can't be with the White Scars like Jaghatai, it's good to know that his primarch's father has become the leader of the mysterious Cursed Legion in the Empire.

Stunus nodded imperceptibly, and a rare smile appeared on his ferocious face covered with metal pipes.

He strode past proudly, not noticing a trace of jealousy in the shadows.

"Alas..." Colvin sighed in the corner. Iron Hands and White Scars had both seen their father, but they were still far away.

"Father...where are you? Please guide us..." Colvin prayed sadly, his lips moved, but no sound came out.

In the darkness, Coze witnessed Colvin's weaker side. He had no interest in helping the heirs of Corax out of their melancholy spiral, and one fact that disgusted Curze was his resemblance to Corax.

The same black hair, the same cold aura, the only difference besides the pale skin is that Curze will use human skin to decorate his armor, while Corax will use the dark feathers of birds.

Coz estimated the time and quietly walked past Colvin. His claws were only a few millimeters away from Colvin's neck, but even so, Colvin did not notice that there was a second person in the shadow. exist.

Weaving through the dark corners, passing through the blind spots of the crowd at just the right time. Curze looked at the scene of humans, Tau, and Eldar living together, and compared their current fate with the prophecy in his memory.

Coz pointed at a human soldier of the expeditionary force who was standing at the edge of the pool watching the water spray show. He closed his eyes and thought for a while, matching the soldier's face with the scene in the prophecy.

At this time, he should be lying with scars in a dark corner of the hive, waiting for the mutated bloodthirsty rats to eat him clean.

Curze looked at a Fire Blade Warrior again. This fragile, blue-skinned alien was supposed to have died in a firefight with the Ultramarines, with both man and gun torn in half by the chainsword.

Finally, there was the Eldar Guardian, who died earlier. Floating with his body were fragments of the Ark of Bietam, and countless daemons of Slaanesh.

"It's...interesting..." Coz smiled with a smile on his lips, and then he looked at himself.

Curze is caught between history and time until the end.

All the way back to his own small room, Angron, who was covered in silver, curled up and squatted in the corner. The screen used to play old cartoons emitted an annoying sizzle and a blinding black and white flash.

"Oh! My brother!" Curze slid briskly towards Angron. He grabbed Angron's chin with his claws and tried to lift his face.

Angron grabbed Curze's arm, "Stay away from me."

Coze smiled and pulled his hand back, "Of course, my brother. I will stay away from you."

Angron didn't react at all to Curze's strange tone. He was no different from a metal statue if he huddled in the corner and didn't speak.

But there are not only Curze and Angron in this secret space, but sometimes there is also a thief who comes uninvited.

Curze saw the overlapping vibrations of space and heard the unique sound when dimensions crossed. This superhuman sensitivity was a curse imposed by the Emperor on his bloodline.

"Oh! Look! Who is this! It's you again..." Kurtz smiled ferociously, and slashed through the air with two suddenly activated lightning claws.

An exclamation came, distorted by dimensions and space, like the scream of a frightened cat, which made Kurtz, who was teasing, even more happy.

"Come out, kitten, I won't kill you. I will just peel off your skin, put you in and tie you with your intestines!" Curze chased and punched the air, peeling off his lightning claws. There are more and more living metal debris.

When Curze stopped attacking, half of the metal skull was slowly disintegrating hanging on his claws.

The thief ran away, which made Curze feel bored. Then he stared blankly at the black and white shining screen and muttered to himself, "Destiny has been accelerated... Everything has been accelerated... It's great..."

.......

"Damn it! Damn it!" Trazin suddenly stood up from the tomb. The warrior body possessed by his consciousness quickly changed and soon possessed all the symbols of overlord on Trazin's body.

"Conrad Curze!!!" Trazin was furious. He had been secretly fighting with this damn original body for a long time. Whenever he wanted to connect to Angron's body to see what was going on, this damn guy would Rush out and interrupt his actions.

What good can Coze do by doing this? Or does this piece of shit just like to see himself deflated?

After scolding without grace for a while, Trazin decided to try another method to compete with Coze. He could have gone to Lin Fan to talk to him, but after being teased by Koz for a long time, Trazin became angry and decided to give it a try himself.

"I don't believe it. I, Trazin, have been traveling all over the country for so many years. What kind of monsters and monsters have I not seen? I can still be humbled in front of the original body like you today? Come on!"

Trazyn's orders spread faster than his voice, and his technicians gathered to install more concealment creations on Trazyn's body.

Another round of competition between him and Coz is about to begin.

......

Through the Eldar's observation and calculation of the winds of subspace, Bietan's Ark will reach the edge of the Cadia galaxy in nine days.

During this period of time, Dorn led the Lamenter Engineer Brigade to carry out the final reinforcement of Bietan's Ark, fully displaying the fine spirit of the civil servants who worked hard during the day and worked hard at night. The entire Ark was dotted with solid fortresses and turrets. After the battle with Ferus, Perturabo improved and upgraded his Iron Wing equipment. At the same time, he also produced a batch of simplified versions of Iron Wings to supply to the elite veterans of the Weeper Chapter.

Chagatai, holding "Zen and Motorcycle Maintenance", taught White Scar step by step how to better modify and control motorcycles, and the anti-gravity motorcycles produced from the canteen quickly replenished White Scar's equipment arsenal.

Fulgrim provides close combat guidance to the soldiers of the Weeper Chapter. The Iron Hands, who have just joined the gang, need to get acquainted with the expeditionary force composed of mortals. After all, the Iron Hands are notorious for not caring about the life and death of the Astra Militarum when fighting these days.

These nine days pass very quickly, but to some people it seems extremely long.

It was extremely uncomfortable for the Space Wolves and Raven Guard to watch the scenes of loving fathers and filial piety from other Chapters. After training, Kaiser White Fang would drag Colvin to take a sip of bitter wine.