I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 469: World Eaters Regent and Captain

"Lucius, this damn bastard, what is he doing!?"

Erebus was on the bridge of the Conqueror, questioning the void with a ferocious look on his face.

There was a star map in front of him. According to the news from the small ships that once belonged to the "Oathbreakers" warband of Kothorax, the Blood Angels' forces in the dark side of the empire had begun to gather and were surrounding the star field where the Conqueror was located.

He had anticipated the attack, or rather, he was expecting Zhou Yun to launch the attack.

But it was not the way he expected, and it happened too fast.

According to Erebus's expectation, the attack of Saint Doraemon should be swift and instantaneous, and he should immediately come to the vicinity of the Conqueror, leaving Erebus as little time as possible.
But now, they chose to let the Blood Angels' ships set up a circle relatively slowly, as if they were deliberately leaving a time window to urge Erebus to abandon the Conqueror and escape quickly.
Erebus looked a little depressed.

If he abandoned the Conqueror, he would only have his Abyss-class battleship, the Blessed Lady, left, which would not be enough to buy time for Luther.
This clearly gave Erebus two options.

Either he had to rely on the Conqueror, which had not yet been completely tamed by him, or he had to send the Conqueror away in vain.

Erebus stared at the movement of the Blood Angels fleet on the star map and saw three words clearly: Guilliman,

He seemed to be able to see Guilliman's cunning, treacherous, ambitious face under his golden hair, mocking Erebus.

Aribas suddenly felt a little red.

It was all Lucius' fault. He had been counting on Lucius to delay for a while, but Lucius obviously didn't do anything.
"You useless thing, I don't know what you are doing now!"

Erebus spat and said.

"Maybe, possibly, Lucius is dead?" Kosolax, who was standing next to Erebus, said after hesitating for a moment.

"Nonsense, of course he's dead. Why would I send him if he wasn't dead?" Erebus glanced at Kosolax with anger in his eyes.

A cold and dark feeling suddenly rose up in Kosolax's heart, filling him with fear and causing him to tremble all over.

"Mobilize your warbands and prepare for battle." Erebus' tone was gentle and calm, but it carried an irrefutable implication.

Kosolax nodded stiffly, the butcher's nails on his head buzzing, but he tried hard to suppress it, not letting himself be controlled by anger and do something suicidal.

He hurried to the command desk, but looking at the desk covered with blood, flesh and twisted meat, he hesitated.

How to use this thing? No one taught him!
Erebus obviously noticed this scene and he let out a muffled groan.

Then, the mistress on the command throne let out a low wail, and a translucent ghost separated from her body and floated to the side of Kosolax.

"Lieutenant Kosolax." The mistress nodded weakly at Kosolax. Kosolax noticed that there was a bloody chain wrapped around her body, making her look like a slave.

She was enslaved by Erebus's evil magic, but this enslavement was not complete. Although the mistress had to obey Erebus's orders, she still tenaciously maintained her own will.

Kosolax made way for her and watched the lady skillfully operate the Conqueror's command console.

He began to observe this strange ghost. She had a ponytail with a few strands of gray hair. Her face was haggard and her cheeks were sunken. Her dull uniform was stained with blood and she looked very tired.

"Who are you?"

Faced with Kosolaks's question, the hostess paused for a moment.

"I am... I am the Conqueror. I am the combined consciousness of the mortal crew members and the machines on board. Perhaps I can be considered a machine soul." She said softly.

"No, what I mean is," Kosolax observed the hostess's petite body, "this is what a human looks like. You are at least once a human, right?"

This question made the hostess stiffen for a moment, and she looked at Kotholaks with a confused and helpless look, as if it was strange that Kotholaks didn't know her.

"I am a miserable slave who once served two other slaves and a group of slaves." She said, seeming a little unhappy.

Kosolax opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
But at this moment, the hostess debugged the console and connected the communication to the entire ship and other ships.
The hostess signaled to Kosolaks to begin mobilization.

Kosolax hesitated for half a second, then moved closer to the podium, nodded to the hostess, and spoke into the microphone on the podium:
"Slaves, butchers, world eaters, are you angry today? Do you want to kill people? Do you want to chop off their skulls and offer them to the Blood God?"

"I ask you this today from our mothership, the Conqueror, the throne of blood, skulls, and rage of the World Eaters."

"Anger? That's good. I need your anger. I need your chainsaws to buzz and roar, and your hearts to be filled with anger towards the false emperor and his lackeys."

"Because the Blood Angels - I have spit on this name eight times - those false emperors pretending to be elegant lackeys, those idiots who whitewash killing as art, those outsiders who do not understand the way of blood at all, are trying to surround us."

"They tried to force us to flee, but what was the World Eaters' response? Wrath! Wrath! Wrath!"

"Prick up your ears, World Eaters. I am Kothorax the Oathbreaker. I swear to you and to the Blood God that I will forever betray my former oath of loyalty to the False Emperor and swear to chop off the skulls of eighty-eight of the False Emperor's lackeys."

"What about you? Do you long for revenge against the false emperor? Do you hate the false emperor? Do you still remember how the false emperor enslaved us? Is your anger and hatred still burning in your chest?"

"I heard it, I heard the answer in your soul: you and I will chop off the skull of the false emperor's lackeys in the name of the Conqueror and Angron."

"Be angry! World Eaters! Long live the Blood God! Long live anger! Death to the false emperor!"

Inside the Conqueror and on the communication channel, there were passionate and angry war cries. Many World Eaters swore to Corsolax, the Conqueror, and Angron that they would chop off eighty-eight heads of the false emperor's lackeys like Corsolax did. ".Awesome, this ranks among the top few speeches of the World Eaters." The hostess boasted generously.

Kosolaks stared at the hostess in a daze. He did not expect that the hostess would praise him and show kindness to him.

"Ma'am, I thought you loathed and hated me." Kotholax said with a slight bow.

The hostess expressed confusion, as if she did not understand what Cortholacus was talking about.

"You refused to allow me access to the bridge, summoned Angron, and nearly killed me," Cortholax said.

"Since when did the World Eaters allow lieutenants to board the bridge? These are rules and orders!"

"I also told you that if you have any objections to the order, you can report it to Kahn!"

"Since you are unwilling to report back to Kahn, I have warned you. If you continue to insist on your own way, I will summon Angron to judge."

"Isn't this the normal process? If you don't want to obey my orders, you naturally have to report it to Kahn, who is one level higher. If you don't want to report it to Kahn, you can only go to the legion commander."

Kosolax opened his mouth, speechless for a moment.

"Have I ever expressed my dislike for you?" The hostess looked at Kotholax in confusion. "I even agree that you can command the Conqueror as an adjutant. After all, according to the rules of the legion, you are indeed the highest-ranking officer among the World Eaters you have summoned who remains sober and rational."

"But you disobeyed my orders several times!" Kosolax retorted: "After the battle on Shania, why didn't you follow my instructions and jump to the Sujialuo star system?"

"Because our Geller force field generator is damaged! Do you want to take the Conqueror and get lost in the warp with this distance of warp travel?"

"Then why did you stop firing halfway through the bombing when you were engaging the Iron Warriors?"

"Because we are out of ammunition! We just had a firefight with a group of Death Watch before that, and the ammunition has not been replenished in time!"

"Before that, I wanted to plunder a hive world. Why did you bring me to an agricultural world?"

"Because you, your soldiers, and your crew all need to eat, and our food supplies were running low."

The hostess looked at Kosolaks in surprise:
"I wrote all these things into a report and sent it to the terminal in your room. So you haven't read it yet?"

"Didn't I show up in your room and warn you several times?"

Kotholacus thought it was just a simple haunting.

"Before you tried to break into the bridge, I had been allowing you to take charge of the Conqueror. After all, there are too few World Eaters from the Legion era who can remain conscious in the past ten thousand years." The hostess shook her head slightly.

"I'm sorry." Kosolaks had a lot to say, but the atmosphere was so awkward that it took him a long time to utter these words.

"It's rare to hear an apology from a World Eater." The hostess said with a little emotion, and then asked: "Now, tell me, why did you insist on entering the bridge and thinking about the command throne?"

"Do you think I can stand up and give you my seat?" the hostess asked, pointing at her body which was completely integrated with the command throne.

Kosolax didn't know how to defend himself for a moment, so he could only tell the truth: "I want to be the true master of the Conqueror, the master of the World Devourers, and gain the honor that I have never received."

".You, do you know what you are talking about?"

The hostess burst out laughing:
"Corthorax, being the master of the Conqueror and the World Eaters brings you no honor."

"Do you think Angron has any honor? Has he ever enjoyed any honor as the Lord of the World Eaters? The only honor he earned was as a gladiator and rebel in Nuthrea, but that honor was destroyed by the False Emperor long ago."

"If you wanted honor, Kothorax, you should have stood with Erron, Koraga, and the others, and swung your axe at Angron."

"The honor of the World Eaters exists only in rebellion against our slavers. Beyond that, our anger can only bring us vileness."

Kosolax was speechless and didn't know how to respond.

"Also." The hostess changed the subject: "During the Great Crusade and the Great Heresy, if you really wanted to be promoted, I ask you to at least remember what your superiors look like. You really deserve to be just an adjutant!"

"Now, lieutenant, open your eyes and see clearly who I am. I am your captain."

Captain? The Captain of the World Eaters. That's all.
Kosolax's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized who the mistress in front of him was.

He took a deep breath, realizing what a mistake he had made.
"Ma'am, I really am..." Kosolax's voice was filled with respect.

"My lord! Regent! Attack! We are under attack!!!" Before Kosolax could finish his words, the noisy communication interrupted him.

"Is it the Blood Angels? They launched an attack? So early?" Kosolax asked hurriedly.

"No——————forest————"

"Giant beast -- mist -- no --"

"Lion————Lion————Sleeping Lion————"

(End of this chapter)