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Chapter 984 339. Hole Destruction (1, 3.5k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 984 339. Hole Destruction (1, 3.5k)

The stars turned into dim light and went out, the world burned and collapsed, the sky became a broken canvas, and the monster with wings on its back happily began to smear the smelly and dirty blood on it.

The bells rang, crazy noises erupted one after another, and the roars and shouts became a never-ending storm, playing in Conrad Coates' ears.

He opened his eyes and sat up from the soft bed, the muscles on his cheeks twitching nervously.

+death!+

The darkness screamed in his heart. They were no longer as calm as before, shouting in his heart like a tsunami. The rocks he built could not stop their impact, and thousands of thoughts easily broke through the defenses in his heart.

The Lord of the Night took a deep breath, then exhaled it all, calming down his emotions.

He raised his right hand, touched his ribs, began to rub them carefully, and even began to tap them. His free left hand kept stroking his wet forehead, and kept wiping away his sweat-soaked hair.

.

After a while, he left the bed and stood in the darkness wearing a loose robe, staring at the corner of the room with an indifferent expression.

"Tell me the truth." He ordered, his tone was majestic, almost like a declaration.

So the darkness surged in like a tide, completely wrapping him up and taking him deep into the subspace. For other people, entering the subspace was a dangerous choice, but it was not for him.

He is considered a subspace creature in his own right, and coming here is no different than going home.

He moved quickly among the dying stars, and a crazy scene without any rules came into view. The changes in chaos had no logic, and they just continued to torture each other based on their nature.

These demons and monsters ecstatically admired each other's flesh and blood, and their screams swept through the terrifying universe like a substance, and also reached the ears of Conrad Coze.

He closed his eyes so that he would no longer have to look at this terrible scene, and at the same time covered his ears, preferring to be a person who could neither see nor hear, rather than continue to watch.

He continued to go deeper and deeper, and finally, following the guidance of darkness, he came to a land of ice and snow.

The howling cold wind blew over his pale body, covering the ground with snowflakes, dyeing his hair white. Conrad Coates tied his robe tightly, opened his eyes, his black hair danced wildly, and he walked forward

, with a calm expression.

Then, in the blizzard that filled the sky, a giant wolf appeared.

A sleeping giant wolf with a painful face.

+dream+

The darkness whispers, full of fear.+ He is wrapped in fear and guilt, our King, he is suffering+

"I can see that."

The Lord of the Night slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and touched the giant wolf. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts sink into the deepest part of his heart. There, a rich darkness that could not be dissipated happily wrapped around his heart.

Thoughts.

+Follow me, my king.+

Opening his eyes - Konrad Curze saw the godless eyes of Leman Russ. He saw the barbarians on Fenris tremblingly holding a pure white blade, walking among the corpses all over the mountains and plains.

He stared at him without saying a word, just following him. The blood on the ground dyed his bare feet red, and the dead eyes made his expression even more gloomy. He raised his head and saw Ruth's shaking back.

.

Then, he saw a throne.

Konrad Curze raised his head, the lines on his cheeks became tight, and his throat rolled. A flaming light burst out from top to bottom. Russ whimpered and stepped forward, piercing the sword with trembling arms.

into someone's chest.

"well done."

Konrad Curze heard the man sitting on the throne praise so much. His voice sounded like a collection of countless people, including roars, screams, the last curse before death, and the words before the battle began.

's cry.

They shouted the word revenge in unison.

"Now, I can finally rest." The man said. "Thanks, Ruth."

——

The stars turned into dim light and went out, the world burned and collapsed, the sky became a broken canvas, and the monster with wings on its back happily began to smear the smelly and dirty blood on it.

The bells rang, crazy noises erupted one after another, and the roars and shouts became an endless storm. The pale faces of the dead roared past in the storm, flashing before Sanguinius' eyes.

The archangel sat up with his fists clenched and slowly bent down. He covered his mouth to suppress the violent urge to vomit. He gritted his teeth so hard that they even rattled.

Don't make any noise or they will worry.

It took Sanguinius some time to calm down his emotions. He rubbed his sore eyes and took a few deep breaths to adjust his heartbeat. Then, he stood up and walked to his desk.

Turned on the light.

There were two books spread out on it, one of which was the forty-third issue of Imperial Art History, and the other was a hardcover copy of "The Old Man and the Sea". Sanguinius picked up the "Old Man and the Sea" and touched it.

Pick up the twisted characters on the cover and say nothing.

After a while, he flapped his wings and called softly: "Father."

The light comes on.

An illusory shadow quietly appeared in the light. The center directly cut off its own perception at this moment to prevent the information flow from being received by its creator. The shadow chuckled approvingly, and then asked about his son.

"What's wrong, Sanguinius?" he asked gently. "Did you see anything?"

"Yes."

The archangel took out the chair and sat on it. He opened the book and pursed his lips tightly: "Do you know anything?"

"I know a lot of things, like your brothers' inconclusive meeting, and the real answer to that question. But I don't know what he wanted to do."

"Can you know?"

"Ah wants me to read his mind, right?"

The illusory shadow smiled: "I respect him, so I won't do this, Sanguinius. Besides, you should be able to guess the answer. Your ability has given you many hints, and they are all without exception.

, everything came true.”

Sanguinius quickly turned the book to the chapter where the old man fought with the big fish in the sea. He ran his fingers across the pages, caressing them silently, and then spoke with difficulty.

".Including this time?"

"Yes." Shadow admitted. "Sooner or later, it will come. They won't wait long, and neither will they. So. Yes, kid, yes. This time, the future you glimpsed will too.

Become real."

"Is it impossible to change?" Sanguinius asked hopefully. "He has done enough."

"We can change the battlefield, we can change people's perceptions, we can change the environment of the world - but how do we change a person's desire to die?"

Shadow spoke his true heart gently, something he rarely did. This was perhaps the first time in his life that he had spoken so openly to his son.

"The angels who followed him blocked the support of the White Tower. This is a war between him and the eternal heaven. The White Tower Council cannot intervene in the war, they must remain neutral."

"So, what about other help?"

Sanguinius remained calm, at least on the surface. He asked, "I know he has been to many other worlds - so we should be able to get some additional help?"

Shadow laughed.

"They all have their own lives, kids. We can't just drag them into a terrible war for the sake of our world."

".You are right."

Sanguinius lowered his head and looked away guiltily: "We can't do this."

"But -" He raised his head, looking confused. "Do we really have to look at him -?"

"I'll try."

Shadow sighed: "I will try to convince him, continue to rest, Sanguinius."

"The night is still very long. Terra is very peaceful tonight. I didn't hear anyone crying. There are still three hours until dawn, and daybreak will come."

——

Strictly speaking, this was the first time for Horus to ride on a new type of ship manufactured by Weizhen. However, he had to admit one thing.

“Excellent experience.”

Horus sincerely praised: "There is no rumbling sound, no high temperature caused by heat, and there is no need to have three teams of maintenance personnel ready at all times. This is just a cruiser. Yours

Where is the Behemoth, Angron?"

"Stop at my recruiting planet."

The Lord of Red Sand turned his back to him and answered in a calm tone: "I haven't given it a name yet. The Weeper's ship already has its own name. Temple of Tears - what do you think of this name?

?”

"I can't comment."

Horus shook his head, and the Wolf Shepherd with the body of a star replied thoughtfully.

"That's their ship. Whatever I say would be a bit rude. I've read about them, and there's no doubt that the Weeper Chapter can be called the epitome of the Astartes. Furthermore.

.My ability to come up with my own names is bad enough."

Angron let out a chuckle with a dull nasal sound. A sense of familiarity was slowly reminding him that even though the worlds were different, the characters of the two Horus could still be praised.

In the huge porthole in front of him, the captured stars of the Milky Way were quickly fading into meaningless chaotic colors. The emergence of array technology made everything almost miraculous.

This cruiser is equipped with eight magic furnace cores. The crazy design brings huge power and extreme speed. This ship does not even need to install an artillery position, because no conventional weapons can lock it.

"I still feel anxious."

Horus spoke again, and his tone was not very calm. He held his right hand tightly, and soft white light once again bloomed from between his fingers.

"I have read all the information, and I have carefully read all the battle reports related to him. However, what they brought to me and the imaginary image I built in my mind are far away.

It’s better to actually meet him once.”

Angron turned around and saw a man with a complicated face.

"That meeting in the subspace made me truly understand who he is."

"Really? Who do you think he is?"

Horus smiled bitterly: "I think you know the answer."

"Madman."

Angron smiled slightly and spread his hands: "What he did, normal people can't do any of it. What's the best thing about it? It's the attitude he is accustomed to. He behaves as if he is the only one who can do it.

It’s the normal one.”

The smile widened, and the Lord of Red Sand couldn't help but laugh, and the laughter echoed in the empty bridge hall.

"I asked him why he did what he did, but he just looked at me strangely, as if I was the abnormal one. This attitude is really annoying, especially after I know that he is actually very sober.

He is not mad at all, Horus."

The smile ended and his face became calm. Angron shook his head and sighed.

"That's all his disguise, a disguise used to give himself courage."

"He deceived himself, convinced himself, and convinced himself that he was a madman. In this way, he could do those daring and dangerous things, and he could do them regardless of the consequences, because he was a madman and he would not care about himself.

life."

"Well, does he really not care?"

"I don't have the answer," Angron declared calmly. "But I know how to deal with a madman."

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