Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 797 [239.] Twins

[I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen. Very bad, very bad.]

Amid the shivering wind, the voice of the Primarch of the Night Lords was blown far away with a whimper.

"?"

Sevatar beside him pulled up the little cub stuck in the mud. He didn't even look at their great father. Instead, he pulled the cub up with one hand and patted the cub's back with concern.

Sevatar was a little too concerned about the newcomer in the legion. This was his attitude towards his successor, and Conrad was dissatisfied with it.

But the control of the legion was not in his hands.

Thinking of this, Conrad's dissatisfaction returned.

[Destiny is like a spiral that continues to decline, with no end. All we face is the cold eyes and incomprehension of the world, and suffering——]

"So what exactly will it be, my Lord?"

Sevatar interrupted Conrad directly, ah... he had never been like this before.

Ever since Conrad threw him to Terra last time and led the legion to fight the Tau Empire, Sevatar has learned to talk back to the Primarch and interrupt his speeches when he came back.

This must have been what Karas taught Sevatar, that damn Death Guard, he's as annoying as Mortarion.

Conrad was a little weak from the long battle. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and let his messy long hair cover his pale face.
[I can't see clearly what it is...but I hear cries...blood...the angry ones...]

"Khorne?"

Sevatar muttered oddly, gripping his chainsaw halberd tightly and looking up into the distance at the skewered Necrons.

"It's indeed very similar."

Sevatar said cautiously that the Necrons had no blood, but when fighting Khorne, they would also leave behind a smelly liquid like blood.

"But...what is Chaos doing here?"

Sevatar looked at Konrad and saw his Primarch facing the wind, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Anyone else would have thought that the Primarch was deep in thought, but Sevatar knew that Konrad was either in a daze or savoring the flavor of the Eldar opium.

【But I always feel something is wrong. 】

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Another fate line

The eighth Primarch, Konrad Curze, was designed by the Emperor to be the judge from the very beginning.

Therefore, during the more than one month on Terra, the Emperor focused on teaching Curze many matters such as justice and conviction.

After the accident, [Konrad Curze] was thrown to Nostramo by the warp storm.

Nostramo at that time was dirty, decadent, and filthy. People in the dark alleys fought like wild beasts, gangs were rampant, and the rentier class treated human life as worthless.

Even in the chaotic 30k Empire, Nostramo can undoubtedly be called the moral sewer and burial place of justice in human history.

but.

[Conrad Curz] arrived at Nostramo.

The Grand Inquisitor, the Judge, the Terminator of sin and evil, has arrived.

Ever since a star ray broke through the darkness.

For five days, nothing happened to Nostramo.

Five days later.

The trial has begun.

At zero o'clock, amidst the heavy rain, in the largest industrial city in Nostramo, the long-abandoned bell was rung, along with the body of the boss of the largest gang in Nostramo.
The skinny, ragged monster stood at the highest point of the entire planet, ominous white lightning exploded beside him, and to everyone's astonishment, he uttered his first words after arriving in Nostramo.

He says,

[On the first day, according to the law, anyone who kills more than 100 people will be hanged, and those who refuse to obey will be lingchi.]

A purge even more profound and bloody than that of a rainy night began.

At first, people were shocked.

Afterwards, the gang began to hunt down this monster - but in the face of the original body's great power, everything was futile. He disappeared into the darkness like a ghost and was never seen again.

At first, no one listened to him seriously.

But the first person to be tortured by lingchi had already appeared. People found him kneeling in agony in the center of his own magnificent office, his flesh and blood being carefully peeled off layer by layer, with a white skeleton as the center, and lotus flowers of flesh and blood blooming.

What's even more terrifying is that he was still alive when people found him.

The guy with some flesh and blood stuck to his skull was trembling, and his lens, which had been cut off in half, was staring at the people who were coming towards him with extreme fear in his eye socket.

The last words of the first person executed were,
"Kill yourself."

Then, bang!

The skeleton smashed into the ground covered with blood and flesh, and the flesh splattered everywhere.

Countless similar scenes were appearing on Nostramo. No one knew how the monster managed to kill people so quickly, but when they pushed open the door, all they saw were skeletal corpses.

The first day passed in the rain in a panic, without knowing the rules.

The heavy rain washed away the blood, but the faint smell of blood lingered at everyone's nose all day long.

At 00:00 on the second day, the monster appeared again next to the abandoned clock. This time people no longer gathered together, but dispersed in astonishment, but it was still in vain.

Next to the lingchi corpse, he uttered his second words.

[On the second day, according to the law, anyone who killed more than fifty people would be sentenced to suicide by swallowing a gun, and those who refused would be flogged to death.]

So the rainy night continued.

On the second day, the first suicide appeared. The sound of gunfire was so crisp in the rain, bang!
Afterwards, the sound of gunfire was as frequent as raindrops falling to the ground, ping-pong, and the acid raindrops as big as beans hit the awning, crisp and loud.

The rain is still falling.

At the last moment of the second day, the number of Nostramo's people was reduced by one tenth. Perhaps some people had not yet violated the "Law", but in extreme fear, they chose to die.

Countless human body fragments that were torn apart by the whips blocked the sewers with water, rodents squeaked, and the water line on the street began to rise.

Some of the guys who were cut in half were still screaming, which was terrifying to hear. Those people had already been sentenced to death.

Day three.

[On the third day, according to the law, anyone who kills more than ten people must jump off a building to commit suicide, and those who refuse to comply will be caned to death.]

The rain gradually lightened up.

But the sound of rain is even more powerful.

People replaced the raindrops.

Corpses were piled up in the streets. Corpses, corpses, corpses were everywhere. In order to avoid being killed by the monsters in an extremely painful way, countless people stepped onto the platform and jumped off in an extremely tense mental state.

The streets of Nostramo were empty of living people, and the dead were everywhere. Honest slaves and rats huddled together in the dark, and old women covered their children's eyes and cried. Monsters, monsters have descended on Nostramo.

Fourth day.

The rain stopped.

The crowd that had fled in fear and terror gathered at his feet again. Some smeared strange words on their bodies with blood; some held up torches and shouted "Law!"; some knelt in his shadow and cried, begging him to spare them.

But up to now, no one has told them what the law is.

He just spoke again.

[On the fourth day, according to the law, those who kill people will be burned to death, and those who disobey will be beheaded. ]

Then a raging fire took over the whole world.

Burning, burning, the night of the fourth day was bright, the day of the fourth day was bright, the firelight shone between people’s turbid pupils, stinging their eyes and burning their souls.

So the fire just burned on its own.

Like the Grand Inquisitor [Conrad Curze].

The flames lasted for a day and a night. On the fifth day, accompanied by a loud thunder, a sudden rain washed away everything.

On the fifth day, the survivors gathered in the square and knelt before him.

He still stood there, impartial, his eyes sharp.

[On the fifth day, according to the law, your death sentence is commuted, but you are still sinners.]

[Labor and terror will be imposed on you until your sins are washed away - but the guilt is so great that your generation will never be able to pay it off.]

[Your descendants will be born guilty until they grasp the hilt of justice and until my eyes witness their virtues, otherwise this guilt will continue completely. ]

So, on the fifth day, the Nostramo people began to work.

Under fear.

..............................

【now】

[That weird guy...]

Corax, whose armor was covered in blood and had a dry dark red color, said softly,

He felt his sharp claws stirring, and he longed to see the corpse hanging high in the sky, reflected in the red sun, and dripping with blood.

The beloved of Khorne was breathing roughly, wishing he could rush out to fight at the next moment, but the snow-white spine was rising and falling with his breathing.

To be fair, as a prince of Khorne, Corax's appearance is not too exaggerated. Compared with his brothers, Corax's appearance can even be described as simple.

But the simple and easily overlooked [Corax] is the most bloodthirsty among them, perhaps only Sanguinius can rival him.

[It's hard to imagine...what you would look like here, Conrad?]

Grand Inquisitor [Conrad] has always been at odds with [Corax], and the two are both enemies and friends.

After landing on his home planet, Corax, who was instilled with shadow and killing by the Emperor, immediately began to fight. He hid in the mines and took pleasure in killing passers-by.

The nineteenth Primarch, [Corax], has always been bloodthirsty.

When the Imperial ships found him, the population of Redemption was almost zero, with only a very strong psychic darkness moving among the complex mines of Redemption, surging ominously.

Any advance team sent to explore this planet never returned, and finally, the Lord of Mankind determined that one of his descendants was on this planet.

The Emperor was greatly disappointed with Corax's actions. He taught Corax to kill, but he did not want him to create a Death Star.

Due to the tight schedule of the Great Crusade, the Lord of Mankind did not talk to Corax in person. Instead, he sent his child Conrad, who was following him at the time, to find Corax.

Grand Inquisitor [Conrad] made a promise before the Lord of Mankind that he would bring [Corax] back.

No one knows what happened between them, but it is certain that the battle between the brothers was fierce.

A few days later, what appeared in people's sight was a wounded [Corax], dragging a seriously injured and almost breathless [Conrad], and collapsed in front of the imperial army.

【Don't... don't let him die. 】

[Corax] said incoherently, and then they all collapsed to the ground.

After this, Corax's return to the Empire to study was naturally handed over to Conrad.

It is worth mentioning that when the Empire found [Conrad], Nostramo had already become an orderly planet, minerals were produced efficiently, no one committed crime, no one committed suicide, people worked fearfully, and died young due to overwork and fear.

As a planet that efficiently produces refined gold, [Conrad] was naturally stamped with the Emperor's seal of approval.

Compared to other brothers, [Conrad] prefers black clothes decorated with gold, and likes to judge and study the law.

Therefore, for a long time, he was on good terms with Guilliman, who had sought out Konrad many times to discuss and study Imperial law.

In addition, Conrad occasionally discussed the law with Lorgar and Magnus.

[Konrad] also had a close relationship with [Mortarion]. In fact, during the Great Crusade, not many Primarchs disliked [Mortarion], a truly polite, gentle, humble and good listener.

[Conrad] originally thought that the guy he could talk to the most among the Primarchs would be [Guilliman], but when someone so similar to him appeared -

In the bloodthirsty and chaotic Corax, Conrad saw another fate, the wrong path he might have taken.

It was also after [Corax] returned to the Empire that [Conrad] awakened his ability to prophesy, and as time passed, he was dragged deeper into the quagmire of prophecy.

But at the beginning, perhaps because of similar reasons, Conrad carefully guided Corax, the shrike living in the shadows of the mines, on how to integrate into society.

In Conrad, Corax felt a kind of kinship. The beast was gradually tamed, returned to the human empire, and even learned to care for his brothers in a clumsy way.

This is extremely rare, which means that there was originally another possibility for [Corax], but with the accumulation of deaths on the Redemption Star, that possibility will never appear again.

Although he would sometimes still go to Sanguinius or Angron for excitement.

until--

Guilliman ordered Corax to kill Konrad.

By that time, [Konrad] had completely gone insane because of the prophecy and was no longer of value to the Empire. Fearing [Konrad's] prophecy, [Guilliman] personally ordered [Corax] to kill [Guilliman's] so-called best friend.

At the end of that war, Corax did not drag back Konrad's body. Instead, he presented Konrad's lungs to Guilliman and promised that he had made Konrad into a Blood Eagle.

The Blood Eagle broke the ribs of the sacrificer, pulled out the lungs, and arranged them like an eagle spreading its wings ready to fly.

But was [Conrad] really killed?
No one knows.

Only in the unclear and bloodthirsty eyes of [Corax] would occasionally remember something.

【sky……】

The bloodthirsty birds were confused. Anyway, Guilliman asked them to mobilize, and he ran to the battlefield first to kill a few people, which was very appropriate.

【When did Conrad become so sloppy? 】

Conrad just shuddered, feeling that someone was staring at him.

(End of this chapter)