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Chapter 462 Kosolax: Maybe I can sit on the Golden Throne myself
Oathbreaker Kothorax knocked on the skeletal throne and looked at the four men in front of him.

The Dark Apostle Kwien, the Butcher Doctor Lorekai, the Dimensional Blacksmith Mogliwa, and the Beheading Master Sharok, four warriors so good that they could be called great, rushed towards Kosolax.
He is no longer the unknown adjutant of the Third Company, Thorax.

He added a K to the beginning of his name, symbolizing the Blood God, symbolizing that he was blessed by Khorne, symbolizing that he had broken away from the past and accepted the glory of the future.
The butcher's nails stirred in his brain, causing a dull tremor of pain in his mind.

No one left a greater legacy of suffering to his legions than the vile, the ridiculous, the weak Angron.

The Butcher's Nail, an implant used by Nuthrea in the brains of her wretched slaves, was brought into the Legion by Angron and implanted in the brains of the World Eaters.

But this ancient golden age creation still has many secrets, and no one alive has figured out what it was originally designed for. This causes each brain to react differently to the Butcher's Nail, resulting in different neural connections and different effects.

Some people are in a more serious state and become slaves to the anger of the Butcher's Nails.

Some people are luckier and have a relatively small connection with the Butcher's Nails, so they can maintain a certain level of sanity.

Kosolax was the luckier one. His mind remained rational for ten thousand years and was not consumed by anger.
Stupid Kahn, crazy Angron, if he had been a high-ranking officer in the legion, he would never have let the legion hit this damn nail. Well, low-level warriors can fight, they don't need to think, just be angry.

However, thanks to the Butcher's Nails, most of the World Eaters fell into madness, and Kahn even madly smashed his own legion, foolishly giving up the opportunity to seize the supreme command of the World Eaters.
So, Kosolax took action.
He gathered the scattered World Eaters together, and eight warbands of World Eaters submitted to him and crowned him as Regent.

He even recovered the ancient Glorious Queen-class battleship, the Great Conqueror, from near Armageddon.

Although the one-eyed political commissar with an orcish mechanical hand and a prosthetic eye that shoots lasers almost killed him, it was all worth it.

The Conqueror is such a great ship. She can solve all the problems she encounters during the voyage by herself.
Whether it was crew rotation, refueling, ammunition replenishment, macro cannon replacement, hull repair or even route planning, these tedious and complicated tasks, the Conqueror could complete them all by itself, and Kosolaks didn't need to worry about them at all - in fact, Kosolaks didn't know these things and was too lazy to care about these trivial matters.

But gradually, Kosolacus got tired of it.

First of all, as the master of the Conqueror, Kotholaks had never been on the bridge, or was not allowed to be on the bridge. He didn't even know where the bridge was. As a low-ranking officer, Kotholaks had no right to be on the bridge during the Great Crusade. Now that the Conqueror was highly distorted by the warp, he couldn't find the location of the bridge.

Secondly, there was a damn female ghost on the ship. The dark apostle Kowien, who was subservient to Kosolax, tried to exorcise the ghost many times, but failed every time. The most hateful thing was that the female ghost was still arrogantly commanding Kosolax, as if she was the master of the Conqueror. In order to express his mockery, Kosolax gave her the nickname of Mistress.

Finally, Kosolax discovered that the Conqueror would sometimes refuse his command and try to stop his operations. This made Kosolax even more angry. If he couldn't even control a ship, how could he be the regent of the World Eaters?
So, Kosolax had an idea.
He ordered other ships to bombard the Conqueror, angering the hostess who was boarding on it.
As long as the mistress reveals her anger and causes the Conqueror to vibrate, his dimensional blacksmith Mogliwa will be able to find the mistress's location.

They did find it. The dimensional blacksmith Mogliwa cheered and told Kosolax the news. They found the location of the mistress and located the bridge.
This was indeed gratifying, and he would have been happier if the ship hadn't started trying to kill Corthorax.
Scalding steam rose from the deck and rushed toward Corsolax's face. Rivets shot out from the wall and pierced Corsolax's neck.
The extremely mutated crew members who had bred for three hundred generations in the Conqueror climbed out with roars and attacked the warband Astartes led by Kotholax.

But Kosolax was well prepared. Although he lost many precious warriors, he still arrived at the gate of the bridge.

It was a brass-framed, refined gold explosion-proof door. It was ancient and filled with intertwined flesh and blood, and looked extremely terrifying.

This is the bridge he has been thinking about.
Ten thousand years ago, he did not set foot here. Ten thousand years later, he will finally get this honor.
He will sit on the Conqueror's command throne and be crowned the true regent of the World Eaters.
"Lieutenant Thorax."

A cold voice came from behind his head, piercing his brain coldly and causing his whole body to tremble.
That was his original name, an unknown name. No one had called him that for a thousand years. He killed everyone who knew that name.
Before Istvan III, he was just an ordinary soldier. Because there was no one else, he happened to be promoted to adjutant, but that was all. He was not even a company commander.

The name of Sol-leks reminded him of that damned life. He turned his head in anger, but saw
But he saw the "hostess" standing behind him, covered in gray, not like a physical entity, and the cold female face was staring at him.

It was the first time that Kosolax saw the hostess so closely. She looked familiar to him, as if he had seen her from afar.
Did she know him? Or did she use some method to see through his heart? And saw his past?

Kosolax suddenly became alert.
"Woman." Kosolax said with disdain.

The mistress seemed confused, troubled as to why Cortholacus would not obey her orders.

"You are only a lieutenant, you are not allowed on the bridge."

But the hostess still said to Kosolax:
"If you have any objections to this mission, you are welcome to discuss it with Kahn."

Kosolax laughed out loud. He thought he was close to success. Otherwise, why would the hostess scare him with the name of the traitor Kahn?

He must have found the right place. Kosolax ignored the hostess's obstruction and continued to move towards the brass-inlaid adamantine door, which made the hostess a little angry.

"Or we can just summon Lord Angron," the hostess said, a little annoyed.

Summon Angron? Summon Angron! Ridiculous! Who does she think she is?
Angron's non-blood-related mother?
Kosolax laughed out loud. This woman is crazy.
These ghosts wandering in the world are like this, talking about the dead, madmen and fools, remembering only the stupid things in the past that are covered with dust, but not seeing the glory of the people in the present.
Only Kosolax knows how much power he has gathered.

Only Kotholacus knows what kind of crown he now wears,
He was about to take control of the Conqueror. He had gathered the strongest force the World Eaters had seen in ten thousand years. He was even about to catch up with the great Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, leaving Angron and Khârn far behind.

He was not afraid of Khârn, nor of Angron,
Even if Angron really stood before him today, he was sure that he would not become his slave again.

He would sit on the command throne of the Conqueror, on the throne of the Regent of the World Eaters,
Maybe it's not just the Conqueror's command throne,
It is not impossible that he could even lead such a powerful legion, penetrate into the Solar Star Region along the Great Rift, return to Terra, kill the False Emperor, and then sit on the Golden Throne himself.

"Sergeant, you will know the price of disobeying orders." The crazy woman said to Kosolax.

Then she disappeared into the dark cabin,

Kotholacus sneered, and his dimensional blacksmith used a hot melt weapon to burn open the door.

So, he successfully stepped into the bridge of the Conqueror,
This was an honor he could not enjoy ten thousand years ago. As an adjutant, he was of course not allowed to enter the bridge.
The bridge was dark and everything around was so dark. Blood, flesh, twisted and exposed cables were everywhere, converging towards the command throne in the center.
The female monster was perched on the command throne, sitting in the position that should have belonged to Kosolax.

It was an old woman who looked as pale as a corpse that had bled out of it. Her originally white uniform had become extremely dirty. A red handprint covered in blood was swaying on her powerless chest. Various twisted steel cables pierced into her body, completely engulfing her lower body, making her merge with the command throne, and only allowing her to sway her two slender arms with the smallest amplitude.
This is obviously the true form of the hostess, weak and pathetic.

"Woman, submit to me or die," Kosolax said coldly, raising his axe and pointing it at the pale woman on the command throne.

"You?" The hostess slowly raised her weak head and looked at Kosolax jokingly: "Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of killing me?"

"Tell me, Lieutenant Thorax, who keeps this ship's crew fed? Who keeps the crew's population balanced? Who refuels this ship? Or where? You don't even know where the ammunition comes from."

"Who do you think you are? Kahn?"

"I am Corthorax! I have surpassed Karn! Beyond Angron!"

The Butcher's Nail hummed, and Kotholax roared angrily:
"Submit, or die!"

A cold silence filled the air, and finally the hostess fell silent.

"grown ups."

The hostess said in a hoarse voice, she looked at Kosolax and said:
"The Conqueror belongs only to you."

Kosolax smiled, and he was extremely happy. Finally, he got this honor.

Suddenly, Kosolax felt an extremely burning sensation on his back and heard his four men howling in fear.

He suddenly noticed that the hostess was not looking at him, but looking behind him.

"I've been waiting for you to come back."

The hostess spoke thus—not to Kotholacus—but to the blazing fire:

"Lord Angron, you are back."

(End of this chapter)