Chapter 461 241 Archangel Is Also Very Busy Today

Chapter 461 2.41 Archangel is also very busy today

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The archangel's footsteps echoed in the corridor of the cell. In the closed corridor, countless candles were burning, reflecting dancing shadows.

Sanguinius walked in silence, and beside him, Sevatar, the Prince of Crows, followed respectfully, limping.

The commander of the Eighth Army had his leg broken while fighting with Coswayne.

But at least he was still alive, he was alive, Konrad Curze was alive, and the Eighth Legion still existed sparsely - Sevita was already satisfied.

Even though they may be the first legion without the Queen of Glory.

It doesn't matter, even if the Night Lords still have the Night Veil, their sparse number is not enough to support a guard of the Glory Queen.

At that time, Sevatar lay contentedly in the ruins, preparing to accept the final death——

Then he was dug out by a Blood Angel named "Amit". It seemed that the other party thought he was dead and was about to take a bite of him to see if he could dig out something good from his brain.

Now, he didn't want to wake up, but he had to wake up.

The good news is that although the Archangel's attitude towards the Night Lords is not very good, he still accepts them with a pinched nose.

Thinking of this, Savita laughed dryly in his heart.

This is the reward of "loyalty".

As long as they are still human beings, still have not surrendered, and still have human souls, they will be a rarity in this long night.

Sanguinius realized this too.

No matter how depraved the Night Lords were, they never knelt down in the end.

Yes, they eat people, skin them, go crazy, break the rules, bring fear, and finally even kill innocent people and take pleasure in torturing humans - but they are a good legion and they do not degenerate.

Therefore, the Archangel, who lacked manpower, had no choice but to accept the Eighth Legion no matter how much he disliked them.

Sevatar followed the archangel silently, almost meekly, knowing that this was their last chance.

Beside him, the footsteps of the archangel sounded steadily. He no longer smiled as he faced his heirs and people. Under the flickering firelight, the archangel's face was expressionless.

Savita knew that the Archangel had just had a "quarrel" with Leon Jonson, and had participated in eighteen more battles, large and small.

The archangel tried to convince the lion, but the lion was not one to change his mind so quickly.

…But the lion will eventually give in.

Sevatar knew, because this was reality, and the Lion was not a true knight.

A true knight will completely give up everything, including his life, because of some ancient and stubborn rules, but Leon is not that kind of person. It can be seen from his fighting style that he is a person who will do whatever it takes to win.

The beast, Sevatar laughed in his mind, was just wearing the human skin of a knight.

Even Konrad Curze, as long as Curze still has a shred of sanity - then he will not kill innocent people. This is the bottom line of the Lord of the Night.

But whether the lion has a bottom line...it's hard to say.

This is also a benefit. Archangel only needs to clarify the pros and cons and give him some time, and the lion can figure it out on his own.

And now... the Archangel is apparently going to meet Konrad Curze alone.

Sevatar looked at the archangel without trace. Once upon a time, he had also heard about the situation of the Blood Angel.

If the truth of the empire is used as the boundary, the empire's legions can be simply divided into categories.

The first group, those who absolutely believe in the truth of the Empire. Even if they see a demon with their own eyes, they will try to explain it with the truth of the Empire - the Ultramarines, the Fist of the Empire.

The second gear, those who believe in the Imperial truth, but are aware of the existence of the subspace, and have always had an ambiguous attitude towards the Imperial truth - White Scar, son of Horus.

The third level is those who do not believe in the truth of the empire and establish their own religion - the Word Bearers.

And among them... Blood Angels are actually in the middle of the second gear and the third gear.

There is no other reason - because on Baal, the home planet of the Blood Angels, there really is a religion that believes in Sanguinius as a god.

Back then, the Archangel used his return to the Empire with the Emperor as a weight to demand that the Emperor not cancel the religion on Baal.

The religion of the Word Bearers is to believe in the Emperor as their god, while on the Blood Angels side, Baal believes in the Archangel as his god.

From a worldly perspective, Sanguinius' ambition may be greater than Lorgar's.

...This should have been a behavior worthy of further investigation, but the Archangel used his personal charm to suppress those prying eyes, so not many people criticized Baal's religion.

And now, as Sevatar limped along, the Archangel finally revealed his true form, religion, and this was the solution found by the Emperor's perfect heir.

How ironic.

Whatever, anyway, Savita couldn't say anything pious about praising the God Emperor or praising the Archangel. He would rather have his head drilled by the devil.

However... when you see people, you talk about people, when you see ghosts, you talk about lies, when you see an archangel, remember to praise the God Emperor!

That's it, Sevatar muttered inwardly.

Thanks to Sanguinius's inability to read minds, I don't know what the eighth legion leader who was very cooperative with him was thinking in his mind, otherwise the Night Lord might have been thrown back into the void by now.

The two walked in silence, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. This was not a good sign. Savita hoped that Conrad would not kill a few more Blood Angels when he went crazy.

The expression of the archangel in front of him was almost extremely cold.

Finally, after passing through one defense after another, the two stood in front of the prison.

Sevatar was silent.

He stared at his suffering father, Conrad Coates, and his eyes felt dry and wanted to shed tears, but in the end nothing came.

Conrad stood there with his back to them, his naked upper body was skinny and scarred, and in front of the original body were countless servitor corpses sewn together——

Statue of the God Emperor.

The hair of the original body was used as a thread, and black threads protruded densely from the flesh and blood. The flesh was squirming slightly. I don't know whether it was the maggots inside that were squirming, or whether the flesh and blood was still fresh.

Sevatar felt like he was about to vomit, Conrad was praying to a statue of the God-Emperor... Nostramo, please kill him.

At the same time, the alarm bells in the Crow Prince's heart rang loudly. Sevatar stared at the archangel cautiously, already thinking about what if the angel felt insulted and felt that the Night Lord had completely fallen.

So how should Savita fight for Conrad until the last moment?

Sevatar's hand involuntarily reached for the dagger on his waist——

Sanguinius seemed not to notice his little trick, the angel's face was expressionless, and he slowly raised his hand,

Start clapping.

Snap, snap, snap.

The angel clapped his hands slowly, his face grim.

[Very artistically gifted. If I change the material, I think Fulgen will like it. 】

Koze, who was talking to himself towards the flesh and blood God Emperor statue, slowly turned his head, and blood and tears had dried on his cheeks.

[… Fulgrim can’t come back. 】

He said hoarsely, and the next moment, the imprisoned original body slammed into the iron rod, and Conrad shook the iron rod violently in a hoarse voice in vain,

【He said He forgives me! He actually said He forgives me - what qualifications does He have to forgive me? ! Oh my god - Fulgrim is gone - and he forgives me? ! Did he forgive me on Fulgrim’s behalf? Or do you want to forgive me on behalf of the people I killed? ! 】

Sevatar saw that Conrad had fallen into madness again, even more mad than he had been before, enough to frighten any intelligent creature.

He took a step back in surprise, but the archangel took a step forward without any fear.

The angel bent down with an expressionless expression and looked at the rickety and tearful Kurtz.

【Scumbag,】

The archangel suddenly smiled the most common smile. He stared at Curze with a smile, his blood-red eyes were difficult to distinguish.

[Then get out and atone for my sins. 】

【certainly,】

The angel smiled. He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Conrad's hand on the iron rod——

Then use force,

The prison bars capable of holding Conrad Coates let out a faint scream.

Savita's pupils were dilated. He watched the archangel leisurely break open the iron rod and stroll into the cell. Conrad seemed to want to retreat subconsciously, but he had nowhere to escape as the archangel held his hand firmly. ,

[Before that, I think it is necessary to get to know each other. 】

The angel's fangs were exposed under the corners of his smiling mouth.

[You think so, you are a scumbag who only knows how to escape because he is the original body while everyone is trying to survive. 】

The archangel slapped him, and Coze, who had just grown his mandible and was screaming, shut up his microphone.

Great!