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Chapter 975 330. Justice, forgiveness, resentment.(3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 975 330. Justice, forgiveness, resentment.(3k)

Konrad Curze moved his fingers so that Mortarion's body could be placed smoothly in the cabin. His expression looked very relaxed, in sharp contrast to Corax's seriousness. Crows

The Lord had been staring at the short knife on his brother's corpse. Golden light emerged from the wound, but the dark ashes were still entangled.

"Choose." Coze smiled slightly. "The captain is soft-hearted after all, isn't he, Corax?"

"I would rather that blade destroy Mortarion directly."

Corax replied while activating the defensive circle. "In a sense, his actions are consistent with his father's will. This means that his father has forgiven him, which makes me feel that our persistence seems to be pointless.

Meaning. After all, you are all back."

He stared at Konrad Kurtz with sharp eyes: "It's so hard to do the right thing all the time, Konrad Kurtz. Loyalty is meaningless if justice is not rewarded. You deserve better than me.

You know this better and your pursuit of justice is more fanatical than mine."

"Ah, you sound like a child who is dissatisfied with his parents' favoritism."

Facing his provocation, Corvus Corax just shook his head calmly: "You answered my words from a one-sided perspective. Your dissatisfaction with him is only part of it. What I care about are those who

The man who died because of Mortarion. How many worlds burned because of him?"

"How many worlds are burning because of me?"

Konrad Coze sat safely on his seat, with the corpses of his dead brothers lying between him and Corax. It looked quite poetic, but I am afraid that only mental patients can draw such paintings. Their paintings

It is fear, death, fragmentation and chaotic despair.

Corax looked away, and the ship rose up amid the shaking. The sound of thunder sounded again in the sky, and destruction followed. The entangled Nurgle demons were completely destroyed in an instant, and the cracks leading to the outside world were opened again.

, the boat increased its power and soon entered it.

"Won't you answer me, Corax?"

Coz raised his eyebrows: "Don't be so cowardly. I know you have something to say. As you said, it is difficult to do the right thing, but someone must do it. You are this person, come on, group

Lord of Crows? Tell me the answer?"

"What answer do you want?" Corus Corax replied testily. "You have repented—"

"—Repentance is not enough, brother."

Kurtz raised his hands, exposing his pale skin to the tense air of the cabin. His arms looked like works of art from any angle, pale and strong, but also had smooth lines that made people feel

Dazzled. Blue blood vessels appeared under his skin, and blood was transported in them.

Corax heard his heartbeat.

"Repentance is not enough."

Konrad Coates repeated his words.

"I can smell your sympathy. There are quite a lot of similarities between you and me. In appearance, we are almost like twin brothers. We have similar pursuit of justice and similar fighting styles. Therefore, you feel sorry for me.

With sympathy and disgust, you see some shadow in me."

"You sympathized with me, so you came to this conclusion. Konrad Coates repented, so his mistakes can be forgotten?"

The Lord of the Night shook his head slowly and majestically, completely different from his usual self. A true wisdom made his pale face become rational and detached, and there was something in his eyes that Corax could not bear.

It started brewing. These things made Corax lower his head.

"There is no such reason, just as you think of Mortarion. He and his legion caused countless people to sink into war and plague. So many worlds burned because of him, why should he be forgiven? Yes?

, why should I be forgiven?”

"You're applying a double standard to the world you see, bro."

Conrad Curze sounded almost as if he was reprimanding Corax: "It's not right, it's not good - but I forgive you, brother."

Corax raised his head in astonishment and saw a wicked smile.

"you--!"

The Lord of Crows was angry, yet inexplicably deflated. He closed his mouth, sighed and sat down, placing his hands on his knees.

".So many people died because of us."

Cozzi stopped laughing and began to listen quietly.

"Father forgave Fulgrim, forgave Angron, forgave Horus, forgave you, forgave Mortarion. He forgave so many people, why should he forgive?"

Corax spoke in a low voice, his voice seemed to come from the other world, disappointment and annoyance floated in every word.

"Can he represent those who died?" Corax questioned the air. "Justice, Konrad Curze, justice. Justice is indispensable. Father forgives them, and I forgive you. Why does he,

Why should I?"

He raised his head, with tears in his eyes.

"What kind of world is this?"

Corvus Corax cried out in despair. "Why can the murderer who committed so many murders be forgiven? Why am I even happy about your return? Who am I? What is it that I pursue? I fight

What’s the reason?”

There was no rebuttal, not even an argument. The Night Lord answered his brother's philosophical thoughts with silence, knowing that there would be no answer to this question - and even if it did, he would not let it be said.

We are all a bunch of hypocritical liars, Konrad Coates thought to himself. And people actually trust us?

In silence, they left and embarked on their return journey.

——

Those who work are working, those who are killing are killing.

When Perturabo put the hoe into the ground and turned the soil for the 3700th time, he thought of these words. He knew that outside this world, the army of the empire must be killing traitors and demons.

.

He works, but someone else is responsible for killing.

This ironic contrast made him sneer, and from the field ridge not far away, a man shouted tiredly: "Go home, Perturabo!"

go home.

The Lord of Steel sighed. He picked up the hoe and put it on his shoulders. The muddy hands no longer bothered him as much as when he first arrived. He slowly turned around and walked onto the field ridge, so as not to irritate the soreness.

muscles. He walked forward, without looking up, he knew that the person was waiting.

"are you hungry?"

"No."

The conversation ends here. This conversation has been repeated many times in the past few days, and it seems that a tacit understanding has been formed. They will not greet each other after finishing their work like ordinary farmer fathers and sons. That is all.

How could you ask for more?

The stars hung low and surrounded them, and the false sky looked so beautiful. Perturabo always lowered his head, looking for his own footsteps. He was already taller than the person walking in front of him, but he was still willing to let him lead the way. .

If someone asked why, he wouldn't tell.

Suddenly, the man walking in front of him sighed.

After much hesitation, Perturabo finally decided to ask: "What's wrong?"

"Resentment, child," he said sadly. "I can always make myself self-defeating. Sometimes I am stupid."

"What are you talking about?" Perturabo asked with a frown. "I don't deny your comments about yourself, but what about resentment? Who resents whom?"

"you."

He answered slowly, as if he was relieved. "Love and hate exist at the same time. The former makes me happy, but the latter makes me feel stuck in my throat. I can't even explain the reason, because resentment is right."

"Stop telling these damn riddles!"

With an anger that came from nowhere but seemed to have been resented for a long time, Perturabo grabbed him and forced him to turn around: "I am not interested in your self-pity at all. What are you doing?" What show of true feelings? There are tens of millions of worlds out there that are being ravaged by war, but here you are talking nonsense!"

"hate you?"

Perturabo sneered: "What does that have to do with you? You are now the Emperor of the Human Empire and the Lord of Humanity, so do your duty well! What you should do is to save everyone and let Those who cannot have enough food and clothing to live the life they deserve! You are not qualified to talk about personal feelings now, father!"

“Do you think you are really a farmer if you farm here?”

His voice began to become louder and louder: "When everything settles, let's talk about our punishment and compensation! You old fool!"

After saying that, he let go of his hand - in fact, he almost dropped the man's hand and walked forward. The tired man stood there, staring blankly at his son's retreating back, completely Speechless.

An illusory form appeared next to him, with a frivolous sarcasm in his voice: "It's really rare to be taught a lesson by your son, Your Majesty."

"...You sometimes..." The Lord of Humanity turned his head. "You are really annoying."

"I know." The illusory form laughed, mocking in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Hey!"

Perturabo turned around impatiently, shaking his hoe on his shoulder: "How long are you going to stand there stupidly? Go home!"

The man quickly started walking. Perturabo saw his dazed expression, was silent for a moment, turned his head, and said in a softer voice: "I'll cook today."

Under the stars, the father and his son were walking home after work. At this moment, the man walking behind finally understood what he had missed all these years.

But he still has a chance to make amends.

Justice will come, Corax. He promised into the void. I will give everyone what they deserve.

Thinking of this, he smiled silently and quickly caught up with his son.

I want to write an extra story about how the Prince Regent, whose hair was thinning day by day, asked Fulgen for advice on how to maintain his hair.

(End of chapter)