Chapter 887 Coz knows a lot, but he just won’t tell
Although Ferrus could not accompany the White Scars like he did with Jaghatai, it was a great thing to know that his primarch father had become the leader of the mysterious Cursed Legion in the Empire.
Stunus nodded imperceptibly, and a rare smile appeared on his hideous face covered with metal pipes.
He walked past with a proud stride, not noticing a jealous shadow in the shadow.
"Alas." Korvin sighed in the corner. The Iron Hands and the White Scars had seen their father, but they were still far away.
"Father, where are you? Please guide us." Korvin prayed sadly, his lips moved, but no sound came out.
In the darkness, Curze witnessed Korvin's weak side. He was not interested in helping the descendants of Corax get out of the vortex of depression. There was a fact that disgusted Curze, that is, his similarity with Corax.
The same long black hair, the same cold aura, the only difference besides the pale skin was that Curze would use human skin to modify his armor, while Corax would use dark feathers of birds.
Curze estimated the time and quietly walked past Korvin. His claws were only a few millimeters away from Korvin's neck, but even so, Korvin did not notice the existence of a second person in the shadow.
Shuttled in the darkness of the corner, just right to pass through the blind spot of the crowd. Curze looked at the scene of humans, Tau, and Eldar living together, and compared their current fate with the prophecy in his memory.
Curze pointed at a human soldier of the expeditionary army standing by the pool to watch the water spray show. He closed his eyes and thought for a while, matching the soldier's face with the picture in the prophecy.
He should be lying in a dark corner of the nest city with scars, waiting for the mutated bloodthirsty rats to eat him clean.
Curze looked at a Fire Blade Warrior again. This fragile blue-skinned alien should have died in the crossfire with the Ultramarines, and was torn in half by the chainsaw sword with his gun.
Finally, there was the Eldar guardian, who died earlier. Floating with his body were fragments of the Bjetan Ark and countless Slaanesh demons.
"Really. Interesting." Curze smiled, then he looked at himself.
Curze was caught between history and time until the end of time.
All the way back to his own little room, Angron, covered in silver, crouched in the corner. The screen used to play old cartoons emitted annoying crackling sounds and dazzling black and white flashes.
"Oh! My brother!" Curze slid towards Angron briskly, and he grabbed Angron's chin with his claws and tried to lift his face up.
Angron grabbed Curze's arm, "Stay away from me."
Curze smiled and pulled his hand back, "Of course, my brother. I will stay away from you."
Angron did not react to Curze's strange tone. If he didn't speak, he would be no different from a metal statue in the corner.
But this secret space is not only for Curze and Angron, sometimes there will be an uninvited thief.
Curze saw the overlap and vibration of space and heard the unique sound when the dimension crossed. This superhuman keen perception was the curse that the Emperor had placed in his blood.
"Oh! Look! Who is this! It's you again." Curze grinned, and his two lightning claws suddenly activated and slashed towards the air.
A scream came, which was distorted by the dimension and space like the scream of a frightened cat, which made Curze, who was teasing, feel even more pleased.
"Come out, kitten, I won't kill you. I will only peel off your skin, put you in and tie a knot with your intestines!" Curze chased the air relentlessly, and the living metal fragments peeled off by the lightning claws became more and more.
When Curze stopped attacking, half of the metal skull was hanging on his claws and slowly disintegrated.
The thief ran away, which made Curze feel bored. Then he stared at the black and white shining screen and muttered to himself, "Destiny has been accelerated. Everything has been accelerated. Great."
.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Trazyn suddenly stood up from the tomb, and the warrior body possessed by his consciousness changed rapidly, and soon possessed all the symbols of the overlord on Trazyn.
"Conrad Curze!!!" Trazyn was furious. He and this damned Primarch had been secretly competing for a long time. Whenever he wanted to connect to Angron's body to see the situation, this damned guy rushed out to interrupt his actions.
What good can Curze get from doing this? Or does this bastard just like to see himself being humiliated?
After scolding for a while without grace, Trazyn decided to change the way to compete with Curze. He could have gone to Lin Fan to tell him, but after being teased by Curze for a long time, Trazyn got angry and said that he would try it himself.
"I don't believe it. I, Trazyn, have traveled all over the world for so many years. I have seen all kinds of monsters and demons. How can I be defeated by you, the Primarch today? Come on!"
Trazyn's orders spread faster than his voice. His technicians gathered and installed more artifacts to hide their bodies on Trazyn.
Another round of competition between him and Curze is about to begin.
Through the observation and calculation of the Eldar on the wind of the warp, the Bjetan Ark will reach the edge of the Cadia system in nine days.
During this period of time, Dorn led the Lamenter Engineer Brigade to carry out the final reinforcement of Bietan's Ark, fully displaying the fine spirit of the civil servants who worked hard during the day and worked hard at night. The entire Ark was dotted with solid fortresses and turrets. After the battle with Ferus, Perturabo improved and upgraded his Iron Wing equipment. At the same time, he also produced a batch of simplified versions of Iron Wings to supply to the elite veterans of the Weeper Chapter.
Chagatai, holding "Zen and Repairing Motorcycles", taught White Scars step by step how to better modify and control motorcycles, and the anti-gravity motorcycles produced from the canteen quickly replenished White Scars' equipment arsenal.
Fulgrim provides close combat guidance to the soldiers of the Weeper Chapter. The Iron Hands, who have just joined the gang, need to get acquainted with the expeditionary force composed of mortals. After all, the Iron Hands are notorious for not caring about the life and death of the Astra Militarum when fighting these days.
These nine days pass very quickly, but to some people it seems extremely long.
It was extremely uncomfortable for the Space Wolves and Raven Guard to watch the scenes of loving fathers and filial piety from other Chapters. After training, Kaiser White Fang would drag Colvin to take a sip of bitter wine.