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Chapter 969 324. The Undertaker (1, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 969 324. The Undertaker (1, 3k)

"So he sent you here anyway."

Corvus Corax nodded calmly and made way for the only entrance to the narrow cabin.

Conrad Coates smiled, but did not choose to enter immediately. Behind him, the quiet dock was empty. In the huge A-7 section, only this small boat that had just come off the production line was moored here.

There is no doubt that this can only be done by someone who has made preparations in advance.

Corax frowned, feeling confused and annoyed by Curze's behavior. He realized that he might have to deal with this bastard for a long time.

He asked coldly: "What do you mean?"

"I just want you to know that I can come in by myself without you giving up my seat." Coz spread his hands harmlessly.

"."

Corax took a deep breath, and at some point his right hand was on the short knife at his waist.

It has no scabbard and sticks directly against the dark armor of the Lord of Crows.

The S-shaped, curved lines make it look like it has no so-called deterrence. Rather than a murderous weapon, it looks more like a tool used to torture people.

And Konrad Coates clearly saw seven runes flickering quietly on it. Without exception, they were all golden, flickering on and off as if they had their own breath.

The Lord of Night's dark eyes narrowed slightly. He pondered for a while, but still did not choose to enter the cabin from the place left by Corax. This move undoubtedly caused veins to pop up on Corax's forehead.

But Curze didn't pay attention at all. He just began to look at the short knife carefully, and the observation was very detailed, as if he was performing a Scrabble game or a surgical operation.

"Did you see anything?" Corax asked with a sneer. "With your dark eyes? Oh, sometimes I really doubt that you are blind."

"Don't forget that we have the same eyes, brother. If I am, then so are you. But what I am really interested in is another thing, not discussing what you and I have in common, hehehehe."

"Interesting. Really interesting. What did he want to do by giving you this knife?"

Curze's voice became softer and softer, like a gentle whisper floating in the night wind. "I thought we were going to kill Mortarion."

"Of course we have to kill him."

Corax stretched out his hand and pulled Curze in.

He could no longer tolerate this man's blatant waste of his good intentions. The Lord of the Night showed a strange and submissive gentleness towards his behavior, and even laughed indifferently.

While smiling, he sat down on the seat in the cabin and even buckled his seat belt. During this period, he was still able to describe his thoughts: "But, that's not what the runes on this knife say.

.”

"Do you still have time to study runes?"

"Sure, why not?"

Kurtz asked in surprise, acting like a good student who was extremely eager to learn.

"The Captain has opened up a lot of knowledge that I am eager to learn, my brother. You may not know this, but I have spent a lot of time with some of the criminals on Nostramo learning how to torture others."

"Including psychology?"

Corax snorted and closed the cabin door manually. He was too lazy to engage in such a verbal confrontation with Konrad Coze. Since he became normal, such confrontations have become increasingly meaningless.

A control panel hung from the top of the cabin, and he began to operate it. The prompts from the formation were given to him through the neural connection of the armor, and after a series of complex identity verifications, he finally completed the startup.

"That's natural."

Konrad Curze happily stacked his legs together and shook them gently, looking wanton. He was not even wearing power armor, and the edges of his loose black robes swayed on the seat with his movements.

This was a narrow ship, and it was not easy for two Primarchs to sit down. His behavior was undoubtedly depriving Corax of the space to sit down. Not to mention his happy shaking, which was simply teasing the crows.

Lord's nerves.

"So, your psychology is very successful." Corax glanced back at him coldly. "You almost angered me."

"If you remove the word "almost", I can only call it a success."

Cozzi answered slowly, a wicked smile blooming on his face.

"But, then again, Corax. Are you really not confused by the captain's behavior? He asked us to kill Mortarion, but he gave you a weapon to save."

Conrad Coates' smile instantly faded away, and the magnitude of the change was quite chilling.

What replaced the smile was a fierce killing intent. They began to flow on his face in form and substance.

Corax must admit that he did not expect to see this expression on Curze's face.

Many people don't know it, but Konrad Curze and Mortarion were once considered close friends.

Is this the look on your face when you went to murder your former friend, your former brother, Conrad Coates?

Corax looked at him deeply, and his gaze was naturally noticed by the Lord of the Night, but Curze didn't want to explain. At least not yet.

The brief murderous intention quickly dissipated, as if it had never existed. The ship began to shake, the light blue fluorescence representing the pattern and the cab lit up, and the buzzing sound swept their eardrums one after another without interruption.

This means many circles are activated. They don't have to know the effect, they don't even have to pilot it.

This ship will take them to where they should go.

".You mentioned salvation."

A while after the voyage began, Corax, who was still standing, broke the deadlock: "But I don't think we can save him, we can't."

"Why do you see it?" Coze asked softly.

He was leaning against the bulkhead, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was dozing off. He put his hands on his chest, and the fingers of his right hand hit his left forearm continuously and rhythmically, as if he was singing to a song in his heart.

Beating the drums.

"We are the embodiment of killing."

Corax said calmly: "Shadow, darkness is good, who can such power save? We can only kill, Konrad Curze. Unfortunately, this is the only way we can protect those who are defenseless.

.”

The Lord of Crows' voice began to become softer. He stood there, with his back to Curze, his eyes on the control panel, but his hands did not make any movement, standing stiffly in mid-air.

"We can't build magnificent tall buildings, we can't expand harvestable farmland outside the city, and we can't transform a bad environment so that the weather becomes smooth and everyone can have food and clothing. Maybe you have already done it, but

I can not."

"Is it because I can't do it, or because I don't want to do it?"

Coze still closed his eyes: "Is it a real failure after trying, or is it a fear of failure before it comes, and self-deception? You have succeeded a lot in simulations. If Corvus Corax says this again, I will treat it as a crime.

You are a coward."

Corax's hands clenched suddenly.

After a while, he sighed slowly: "You do have good attainments in psychology."

"Each other."

Conrad Coates opened his eyes, raised his head, and stared at the porthole of the opposite bulkhead.

A confusing scenery flashed outside the window, with no logic at all.

That was not a scene that should belong to the real universe, but more like a meaningless picture pieced together from the nightmare fragments of millions of people. The more he looked at it, the colder his expression became.

He spoke again.

"If you don't believe in yourself, try to believe in others, Corvus Corax. That knife does not belong to you, nor does it belong to me. The captain gave it to you, but it belongs to a man who is full of heart.

He is a person who is resentful, wants something but does not get it, makes mistakes and makes irreversible mistakes. And if my guess is correct, we will indeed kill him."

"We will kill Mortarion."

Coz smiled slightly, his smile was clear and very different from before. That murderous intention was not revealed again.

"Have you seen the investigations into him in the database? I have. I have seen every invasion of the Empire's borders by the Death Guard in the past ten thousand years. There is no doubt that they have completely abandoned their identity as humans.

Under the skin, there is nothing but rotting bones."

"But what about Mortarion?"

"I asked myself this question, and I also asked the darkness. But neither I nor the darkness had an answer. I told myself that even if he fell, he should still have some principles, but I can't lie to myself."

"I have seen Primarchs corrupted by Chaos. I have seen many."

"Every time I think back to those scenes, I will realize one thing countless times. It turns out that we are also human beings. Only humans can be unaware of such fear. The skin is hollowed out, the mind is devoured, and the muscles no longer twist under the skin.

It’s bones and tendons, but parasites from subspace hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

The Lord of Night laughed lowly, and Corax turned around and saw that there was no smile in his eyes.

"So, yes, we're going to kill him."

Corax heard the standard Nostramo language, hissing, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, like the sigh of the dead. "That knife belongs to him, Corus Corax, we are just mourners."

That’s all.”

".maybe."

Corax turned around, pulled out the short knife, and threw it to Curze. Then, he said with an evil expression: "Take your legs back."

"Why?" Kurtz laughed happily as he continued to play with the knife.

"Because I have to sit down."

"Ah, everyone needs a seat. Why don't you sit on the floor? It's ready-made, convenient and fast, you just need to sit down."

"Take your legs back before I throw you down, you pale vampire bat!"

"I don't suck blood, you scavenger."

In the sudden quarrel, they ran away and rushed to the cemetery of the deceased.

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