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The stars turned into dim brilliance and went out, the world burned and crumbled, and the sky became a broken canvas, and the winged monsters happily began to smear the smelly and dirty blood on it. win

The bell rang, and the crazy noises broke out one after another, and the roars and shouts became a never-ending storm, playing in Konrad Koz's ears.

He opened his eyes and sat up from the soft bed, the muscles on his cheeks twitching nervously.

+ Death! +

The darkness screamed in his heart, they were no longer calm, they screamed in his heart like a tsunami. The reefs he built could not stop their impact, and thousands of thoughts easily broke through the defense line in his heart.

The Lord of the Night took a deep breath, then exhaled it all, calming down his emotions.

He raised his right hand, stroked his ribs, began to caress them carefully, and even began to knock. The spare left hand kept stroking his wet forehead, wiping away the sweat-soaked hair.

After a while, he left the bed and stood in the darkness in a loose robe, gazing indifferently at a corner of the room. win

"Tell me the truth." He ordered, his tone was majestic, even close to a declaration.

So the darkness surged in like a tide, completely wrapped him up, and led him deep into the subspace. For others, entering the Warp was a dangerous choice, but not for him.

He can be regarded as a subspace creature, coming here is no different from going home.

He moved quickly among the dying stars, and the crazy scene without any rules at all came into view. The chaotic changes had no logic, but they continued to torture each other according to their nature.

These ghosts and monsters admired each other's flesh and blood with ecstasy, and the screams swept through the terrifying universe like substance, and reached Konrad Koz's ears.

He closed his eyes so that he didn't have to look at this terrible scene, and at the same time covered his ears, he would rather be a person who can't see and hear, than continue to watch.

He continued to go deep, kept going deep, and finally, following the guidance of the darkness, he came to a land of ice and snow. win

The howling cold wind blew over his pale body, covered his face with snowflakes, and dyed his hair white. Conrad Koz tied his robe tightly, opened his eyes, his black hair danced wildly, and he walked forward with a calm expression.

Then, in the blizzard that filled the sky, a giant wolf appeared.

A sleeping giant wolf with a painful face.

+dream...+

Dark whispers, full of fear. +He is wrapped in fear and guilt, our king, he is suffering...+

"I can see that."

The Lord of the Night slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and stroked the giant wolf. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts sink into the deepest part of his heart. There, a dense darkness that could not be dispelled joyfully entangled his thoughts. win

+Come with me, my king...+

Opening his eyes—Konrad Koze saw Leman Ruth's lifeless eyes. He saw the barbarian on Fenris, trembling with a pure white blade, walking amidst the corpses that filled the hills.

He stared at him without saying a word, just followed behind him. The blood on the ground stained his bare feet, and the dead eyes made his expression even more gloomy. He raised his head and saw Ruth's swaying back.

Then, he saw a throne.

Conrad Koz raised his head, the lines of his cheeks tightened and his throat rolled. Flame-like brilliance burst from top to bottom, and Russ whimpered and walked forward, stabbing the sword into a man's chest with trembling arms.

"well done."

When Konrad Koz heard the praise from the man sitting on the throne, his voice sounded like a collection of countless individuals, including roaring, screaming, the last curse before death, and before the battle began. shout. win

They shouted the word revenge in unison.

"Now, I can finally rest," said the man. "Thanks, Russ."

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The stars turned into dim brilliance and went out, the world burned and crumbled, and the sky became a broken canvas, and the winged monsters happily began to smear the smelly and dirty blood on it.

The bell rang, and the frenzied noise broke out one after another, and the roars and shouts became an endless storm, and the pale faces of the dead whizzed by in the storm, flashing before Sanguinius' eyes.

The archangel sat up with clenched fists and slowly bent down. He covered his mouth, suppressing the violent urge to vomit. He gritted his teeth so hard that they rattled.

Can't...make a sound...or they'll be worried. win

It took Sanguinius a while to calm down his emotions. He rubbed his sore eyes and took a few deep breaths to adjust his heartbeat. Then, he stood up, walked to his desk, and turned on the light.

There were two books spread out there, one of which was the forty-three issue of Imperial Art History, and the other was the hardcover edition of "The Old Man and the Sea". Sanguinius picked up the "The Old Man and the Sea", stroked the distorted characters on the cover, and said nothing.

After a while, he shook his wings and called softly: "Father."

The glow lights up.

An illusory shadow quietly appeared in the radiance, and the center directly cut off its own perception at this moment to prevent the flow of information from being received by its maker. Shadow chuckled approvingly, then asked about his son.

"What's the matter, Sanguinius?" he asked gently. "Did you see anything?"

"Yes..." Katsuki

The archangel pulled out the chair and sat on it. He opened the book and pressed his lips tightly: "Do you know anything?"

"I know a lot about the inconclusive meeting of your brothers and the real answer to that question...but I won't know what he's trying to do."

"Can you know?"

"Ah...you want me to read his mind, don't you?"

The illusory shadow smiled: "I respect him, so I won't do this, Sanguinius. Besides, you should be able to guess the answer. Your abilities have given you many hints, and they are all without exception. , all came true.”

Sanguinius quickly turned the book to the chapter where the old man was fighting the big fish in the sea. He ran his fingers across the pages of the book, stroked them silently, and then opened his mouth with difficulty.

"...and this time too?" Katsuki

"Yes." Shadow admitted. "Sooner or later, it will come. They won't wait long, neither will they. So... yes, child, yes. This time, the future you glimpse will become real too. "

"Can't it be changed?" Sanguinius asked hopefully. "He's done enough."

"We can change the situation on the battlefield, we can change people's perceptions, we can change the circumstances of the world—but how do we change a person's desire to die?"

Shadow confided his heart gently, which he rarely did, and this was perhaps the first time in his life that he had spoken so frankly to his son.

"The angels who followed him blocked the White Tower's support. This is a war between him and Eternal Heaven. The White Tower Council cannot intervene in the war. They must remain neutral."

"So, what about other help?"

Sanguinius remained calm, at least on the surface. He asked again, "I know, he's been to many other worlds—so we should be able to get some extra help?"

Shadow laughed.

"They all have lives of their own, son. We can't drag them into a terrible war for our world..."

"...you are right."

Sanguinius lowered his head and looked away guiltily: "We can't do this."

"But—" He raised his head, looking bewildered. "Are you really going to look at him—?"

"I'll try."

Shadow sighed: "I will try to convince him, go on resting, Sanguinius."

"The night is still very long. Terra is very peaceful tonight. I didn't hear anyone crying. There are still three hours before dawn, and the sky will always be bright."

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Strictly speaking, this was the first time Horus rode on a new ship made by Ridge. However, he had to admit one thing.

“Excellent experience.”

Horus admired sincerely: "There is no booming sound, no high temperature brought by the heat, and there is no need to keep three crews of maintenance personnel ready at all times... This is just a ship. Just a cruiser, where's your Behemoth, Angron?"

"Stop on my conscription planet."

The Red Sand Lord replied with his back turned to him, with a calm tone: "I haven't given it a name yet...the ship of the Lamenters already has a name of its own. The Temple of Tears—you What do you think of the name?" Sheng

"I can't comment."

Horus shook his head, and the wolf **** with the body of a star replied thoughtfully.

"That was their ship. Whatever I say, it seems a little rude. I have read about them, and the Wailers can undoubtedly be called a model Astartes. Moreover ...my ability to make a name for myself is bad enough."

Angron let out a snorted snort. A sense of familiarity is slowly reminding him that even though the world is different, the characters of the two Horus are equally admirable.

In the huge porthole in front of him, the captured Milky Way stars are rapidly fading into meaningless chaotic colors, and the emergence of stripe technology makes everything almost miraculous.

This cruiser is equipped with eight magic furnace cores, and the crazy design brings huge output and extreme speed. The ship didn't even need to install artillery emplacements, as no conventional weapons would be able to lock on to it.

"I still feel anxious." Win

Horus spoke again, his tone not very calm. He held his right hand tightly, and soft white light bloomed from between his fingers again.

"I have read all the materials, and I have carefully read all the battle reports related to him one by one. The imagined image... is far worse than actually meeting him once."

Angron turned around and saw a man with a complicated face.

"The meeting in the subspace made me truly understand who he is."

"Really? Then who do you think he is?"

Horus smiled bitterly: "I think you know the answer."

"Madman." Win

Angron smiled slightly and spread his hands: "Normal people can't do any of the things he does. What's the best thing about it? It's his usual attitude. He acts as if he It's the normal one."

The smile widened, and the Lord of the Red Sand couldn't help laughing, the laughter echoing in the empty bridge hall.

"I asked him why he was doing those things, but he just looked at me strangely, like I was the one who was out of order. It was such a nasty attitude, especially after I knew he was sober ...he is not mad at all, Horus."

The smile ends and the face returns to calm. Angron shook his head and sighed.

"That was all his disguise... a disguise to give himself courage."

"He deceives himself, convinces himself, convinces himself that he is a madman. Then he can do those daring and dangerous things, and he can do them recklessly, because he is a madman and he doesn't care about himself. life."

"Well, does he really not care?" Seung

"I have no answer," Angron declared calmly. "But I know how to deal with a madman."

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