I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 265 Will the 40k Emperor see the 30k Primarch?
In an instant, consciousness shifted, and the perspective shifted to the violently shaking, banging flying car.

With a deafening bang, the flying car came to a stop, embedded in the side corridor of the "Nightfall".

"Bang bang bang——"

"Da da da————"

Gunshots echoed through the layers of metal walls, creating a series of muffled thuds.

Li Nuo kicked open the cabin door of the flying car and stepped out first.

The scene that came into view fully demonstrated the sinister style of the Midnight Lords' Legion.

The corridor was filled with black metal plates, black metal spikes, black metal hooks, black and vicious traps, and rows of long-dried black corpses.

It is said that the ship was designed by Petrabo.

This guy is a construction fanatic who likes to make buildings incredibly complex.

He set up countless labyrinths and traps on the Nightfall, while the Primarch of the Night Lord, Koz, out of his inner darkness, decorated it into a living hell.

The corpses hanging on hooks, the remains pierced by spikes, the bones piled up in the corners—each one was a carefully arranged decoration by Coz.

Anyone who dares to touch these corpses will suffer Coz's wrath and punishment.

A perfectly good Primarch, instead of thinking about how to manage his homeworld and legions, spends all his time indulging in slaughter and art of flesh and blood. If he doesn't go crazy, who will?
If it weren't for Huang Pizi's sake, Li Nuo would have liked to completely erase this original entity from both a material and spiritual level.

"Tsk tsk, shrimp's taste is far inferior to ours."

"I really don't understand what these bastards are good for. They didn't even bother to clean up the corpses, making this place a complete mess, stinking even worse than our ship. Ugh~~~"

The young man shook his head at the filthy corridor.

Li Nuo raised his right hand, made a fist, and gestured for silence:

"Stop talking nonsense and come with me. The boss said there's a big cargo on this ship, and we need to find its location."

The gangsters shut their mouths and followed their captain away.

Of the five flying cars, three landed successfully, and two were totaled.

There were a total of thirty young men jumping on the gang.

These are all elites who have undergone deep genetic modification and alchemical enhancement, and are fully capable of obeying orders without question.

They wore a full set of ceramic steel armor with an auxiliary energy system, equipped with Green Dam, "Brother Mao Quietly" force field generator, "Brother Mao's Black Hair" invisibility cloak, holographic combat helmets, and Noisy Boxes.

Li Nuo took out the "Hair-Raising Goggles" and put them on, activating the bacterial ability - mental network, to precisely control each of the jumping boys.

Thirty boarding boys weaved and moved through the intricate corridors, their heavy silenced grenades silently taking the lives of Shrimp and the Ulanor orcs.

Li Nuo collected the communication devices of the 85th Expeditionary Force along the way.

After analyzing and deciphering the sound array units of this type of device, the boarding team successfully accessed the internal communication channel of Expedition 85.

"Calling BG-32 fire brigade, a large fire has broken out on the lower deck stern of the 'Night Moon Howl'."

"The industrial water treatment area on the mid-deck of the 'Nightfall' has been breached. Continue to provide support. Repeat, 'Nightfall' mid-deck..."

"Bang bang bang—zzzz crackling bounce—"

The channel of Expedition Team 85 was incredibly noisy, filled with all sorts of shouts and explosions.

Li Nuo quickly adjusted the settings, filtering out noise and irrelevant information, and searching for sounds originating from the bridge.

Half a minute later, a clear and steady commanding voice came into the channel.

"An unobservable psyker has been detected on the upper deck. The Auger Matrix scan results have been distorted by psykers, and the initial prediction is that he is an Alpha-level psyker. All companies of Ironclad Terminators are to assemble in the Primarch's private hall and stop the Alpha-level psyker from advancing at all costs."

Alpha-level psionicist?
When did the Ulanor Orc psionic boy become so strong?
Li Nuo sensed something was amiss, looked up at the ceiling, and quietly activated his microbial ability – vibration sensing.

In an instant, countless sounds drilled into his head, bombarding him like tens of thousands of high-decibel loudspeakers.

Li Nuo grunted, forcibly calming his mind and searching for the voice of the Alpha-level psionicist under immense mental pressure.

This meticulous work of unraveling the mystery lasted a full two minutes.

The High Gothic language, mixed in with a large amount of orc slang, caught Li Nuo's attention.

The combination of a person who speaks High Gothic language being accompanied by a large group of rude and savage Ulanor orcs is extremely strange.

What's even stranger is that Li Nuo could hear it clearly: the person speaking High Gothic didn't have an animal accent, and every word was filled with composure and elegance.

“Conrad Coates, I have come. Face your fate.”

“I know you are often troubled by cruel visions of the future. You cannot change your ultimate fate; you can only bow to destiny.”

"Fate guides you to kill and torture, and you kill and torture. Fate guides you to fight violence with violence, and you fight violence with violence. Now, fate guides you to see me. Will you continue to follow the guidance of fate?"

The speaker wasn't moving very fast, but he never stopped.

He moved through the corridor at a standard walking pace, leisurely sweeping away the Iron Cavalry Terminators who tried to stop him, thanks to his psionic shield and headshot technique.

Strolling leisurely, as if walking in one's own backyard.

This psionicist is very strong.

Considering the large number of Ulanno orcs surrounding him, a name immediately came to mind for Li Nuo.

Loka Aurelion.

This Alpha-level psionicist is very likely the long-lost Loka!

Li Nuo never expected that he would encounter two Primarchs on the ship at the same time.

"Kids, stay close." Li Nuo waved and used his mental network to lead the team forward.

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(Note 1)

Meanwhile, in the Primarch's private hall.

Koz lay prostrate on the ground, clutching a mangled corpse tightly in his hands.

His cheeks were thin, his eyes were deep-set, and thick dark circles were etched on his face like a brand.

Despite being a tall and robust original body, he was as skin and bones as an old man on his deathbed.

"And so, I followed the will of fate, letting cruelty and tyranny prevail. What else could you do but force me into chaos?"

Koz locked the corpse's neck with both hands, his dark pupils meeting the empty eye sockets, hysterical, almost insane.

“When you come before me, burning the people of Nostramer with your glorious light, demanding our submission, I should refuse the name, identity, and status you impose upon me, even though doing so will turn Nostramer to death.”

Koz tightened his grip, as if trying to strangle a corpse that was already dead:

"This is the only truth I learned from your reign of terror. In the face of oppressive terror, weakness and obedience only lead to despair. But resistance does not necessarily bring hope; more often, it brings death."

“You know what kind of person I am, Father. I yearn to use violence to uphold justice, to transform sinners in despair, or to let them die in agony.”

"But why do you use filthy and despicable sinners to pollute my legions? Why do you use the tithes of the Empire to force the nobles of Nostradamus to submit to you?"

Kurtz laughed bitterly, the upturned corners of his mouth telling a story of life's sorrow and inner bitterness:

"I bow down to chaos and bear the infamy of a traitor. This is the fate you wrote for me long before we even met. You treated me as a sinner from the very beginning."

The corpse's neck cracked, and its already broken bones turned to dust in the Primal's iron fist.

His flat chest heaved slightly, and a faint voice came from the distant shore.

You are innocent, my child.

"Father?" Koz shed tears without realizing it, his voice soft and weak, like a poor child longing for his father's care.

You are innocent, my child.

The ethereal voice repeated its words, sounding weary and weak, as if it had endured an extremely long period of time: "The loom of fate is occasionally broken. The usurper shatters the spindle, tangles the threads, and bends the needle; your destiny is thus filled with hardship and bitterness."

I want to apologize to you, my child. I should have taught you to make good use of the illusions of the future, to seek change within the constraints of fate, instead of blindly submitting to destiny and becoming its puppet.

“Father…” Koz stared blankly at the corpse in his hands, and involuntarily released the wrist from the other’s neck.

The emperor, who was always strict, majestic, and noble, was now apologizing to himself, a child who had one foot in the abyss.

Koz preferred to believe this was a sign that chaos was corrupting itself.

My child, you will face a test from a false destiny.

The lost soul will appear, and he will guide you, in the name of destiny, to embrace chaos.

Promise me you will resist this false fate and not become its slave.

"Father.."

Coz called out to the Emperor for the third time, tears streaming down his face, which was thin and gaunt.

I have failed you. On the other side of the starry sky, which you have never reached, I have already been punished for it.

Intense psionic energy surged from the corpse's eye sockets.

The golden light, like the first rays of dawn, instantly filled the private hall.

A scene that was both illusory and real appeared before Koz's eyes.

In the screen,
The emperor's body was withered and thin, and he sat on the golden throne like a dried-out skeleton.

His body was covered in wounds and scars, a static field was working hard to keep him alive, and countless tubes were inserted into his torso and head.

His eyes were filled with a deathly stillness, but when he met Kurtz's gaze, a fleeting spark of life ignited within them.

It was guilt, remorse, and longing.

That was the father's self-blame for failing to fulfill his responsibilities to his child.

That was a profound pain that neither mortals nor the Primarch could comprehend.

“Father…” Koz reached out his hands, wanting to touch the figure on the throne.

The scene before my eyes slowly faded, and a clear, distant sound emanated from the throne.

If you consider yourself righteous, then don't bow down to fate.

Remember, my son, defying fate does not necessarily lead to death.

As long as you bravely take the first step against fate, fate will reward your courage.

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The image disappeared, and the golden light receded into the eye sockets of the corpse.

The ravaged corpses turned into fine sand, slipping through Coz's fingers.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached from afar and stopped in front of the door to the private hall.

Koz heard the voice that had tormented him countless nights before.

“Conrad Coates, my brother. I’ve come to get you!”

"Boom boom boom——"

The psionic energy pushed the door open, and the heavy door panels swung open with a roar.

A large group of ugly and ferocious Chaos Orcs stood outside the door.

Loga stood proudly before this horde of evil aliens.

His face was filled with a sinister look, an arrogance and self-satisfaction that came from someone who considered himself the manipulator of fate.

Loka opened his arms and slowly walked forward:
"You should have known I was coming. Are you ready to face your destiny?"

Koz stood up from the ground; his emaciated body could barely support the burlap clothes he wore, making him look like a fugitive who had wandered the ends of the earth.

"Of course I knew you were coming. I've seen you countless times in my visions of the future. I'm not surprised at all by your appearance."

Loka glanced at Koz; the other wasn't wearing power armor, nor did he have his usual Twin Lightning Claws at hand.
"It seems you've abandoned your 'kindness and understanding' and are ready to leave with me. So, what are you waiting for?"

"Kindness and understanding" is the name of the Twin Lightning Claws.

Koz was accustomed to using these force field weapons to punish thugs.

Ironically, the Coz of the past succumbed to fate, with "kindness and understanding" following him everywhere, yet it only brought about torture and slaughter.

What's even more ridiculous is that, stimulated by the illusion of the emperor, Coz now has a slight impulse to rebel against fate, but "kindness and understanding" are nowhere to be found.

This seems to suggest that he should abandon all unrealistic ideas, break free from the moral constraints brought by "benevolence," and that Chaos does not need to obtain the "forgiveness" of the dead.

Koz looked down at his empty hands.

I was already prepared to submit to fate, so why should I waver now?

Conrad, you bastard.

Didn't Father say that defying fate also brings rewards?

Why not give it a try.

Koz took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening:

“Loka…”

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“Loka…”

Terra Palace.

Below the steps of the Golden Throne.

The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the golden throne a hundred meters high, a glint of light in his eyes.

Behind him, a dozen warriors wearing black power armor knelt on one knee, their power backpacks radiating a deep black light.

The emperor turned around.

The black-armored warrior lowered his head.

The leader emitted a synthesized electronic voice through a sound array device on his mask:

"Your Majesty, the Truth Tribunal - Warhammer Order squad is ready."

The weapons of the Warhammer Order squad are unique.

Their melee weapon was not a chainsaw sword, but a metal hammer engraved with intricate patterns.

The emperor raised his right hand, his five fingers making a fist in the air, and a dazzling psychic light poured out.

Golden beams of psionic energy tore rifts through the open ground.

On the other side of the rift, the pitch-black corridors of the "Nightfall" and the hellish killing scene were starkly revealed.

"Go."

"Yes, Your Majesty! The truth of the Empire will surely be upheld!"

The black-armored warriors performed the Eagle Salute together and charged into the rift.

The golden psionic beam disappeared.

The emperor looked at the throne again, and the palace was silent.

(End of this chapter)