Chapter 266 Go Your Way

When Vulkan defeated the Salamander and teetered on the crater of Nocturne, Konrad Curze was not there.

Of course he was not there.

According to the time, in theory, he should be floating in orbit above Nostramo, spying on the pain of the whole world in the incubator.

In practice, he was walking through the Street of Long Knives in the lower reaches of Gomorro that day, fetching a portion of modified viscera for the Haemonculi from the slaughter shed painted with marigolds.

But when the battle on the Ibsen world began, when his nails scratched Vulkan's arm, Curze saw the moment when Vulkan was about to fall into the volcanic lava.

The magma rolled, the sulfur rose, and the ash and smoke lingered.

Vulkan was infinitely close to falling. He was on the crater, fighting his own weight and the hardness of the soil and stone on the edge of the cliff, struggling to resist falling into the heart of the volcano and burning into charcoal in the lava.

Curze wanted to know why the prophecy had to bring him this illusion. But he was more worried about the destruction of this battle than curiosity.

Every time he fell into the abrupt prophecy, no matter how short or long the process was, he would fall into a moment of loss of consciousness. The physical pain would grab him fiercely, ravage his flesh and blood, tear his nerves, and make him stagger.

In the duel between the Primarchs, if there was anything that could prevent him from dying because of this blink of trance, it would only be Vulkan's endless mercy-he actually had a moment to take advantage of Vulkan's mercy!

However, the pain did not seize his soul. He returned to reality in an instant, and not only did he not feel uncomfortable, but he even felt a kind of transparent comfort after being tested.

He concealed his surprise, and while continuing his narration, he recalled the scene at the last moment of the prophecy-

A stranger climbed to the edge of the cliff, stretched out his hands, and tightly grasped Vulkan's arm.

"Let's do it..." he muttered, and with amazing strength he pulled Vulkan out of the crater, saving the Primarch's life.

Then, the stranger suddenly turned his head from his memories, looking accurately at the suspended perspective of Konrad Curze, smiling slightly, and his ordinary face exuded the glimmer of psychic energy that he allowed to exist.

This is not a prophecy.

This is telekinesis.

Curze felt the cold psychic energy surging in his veins.

That power penetrated his body like a needle, carefully examining every cell of his body, screening his bone marrow and plasma, and seemed to have finally obtained a satisfactory result, and before the power began to burn and expand, it left gracefully.

Curze immediately understood something. Even if the result was excellent, the rapidity and irresistibility of this process still made his spine cold. Then, his reason dispelled this inevitable fear.

The battle continued, he looked at Vulkan and heard the words in his mouth. On the face of the Fire Dragon Lord, which was as calm as a dormant mountain, he read Vulkan's calm mood.

Curze knew that Vulkan had kept his words in mind, so did the other Primarchs, and even the Space Marines here... Then let them listen. He didn't want to hide anything anymore, and it was impossible for him to lie and cover up.

After all, he was here.

The struggle continued, and he narrated his theory as simply as possible, repeatedly deducing whether there were any mistakes in his words.

As his fingers swung across Vulkan's neck, a second round of memories followed.

It was still the crater. The magma was rolling. The thick fog was steaming.

But at this time, Vulkan was out of danger, lying on the rocks beside the volcano with the outsider, facing the sky of Nocturne, resting quietly.

And Curze's perspective was fixed in the air.

This meant that the outsider was facing him directly, and his words would be transmitted directly into his ears.

"It seems that we can't go back the same way." The outsider said.

Vulcan's phantom patted the stranger's shoulder. Curze ignored Vulcan's little gesture and listened to his words attentively. There must be a secret that the stranger wanted to hint at.

"You saved my life." Vulcan said to the stranger, and Curze curled his lips.

He knew best how many lives Vulcan had.

Emperor... The stranger was still looking at the sky, soothing Curze's face with his eyes, which made him shudder and shrink.

"If you didn't hold on long enough," the stranger told him, "I wouldn't have a chance to save you, right?"

Curze gritted his teeth and immediately wanted to escape from the illusion.

With a thought, he returned to reality. At this time, his body was still in the air, and his nails had just slid off Vulcan's neck.

He felt his fingers stiffen involuntarily, and a strange bitter touch churned in his mind.

He couldn't say whether he was happy about the stranger's recognition, maybe. He thought.

Perhaps earlier, he would have been moved by his recognition, but he had come this far, relying on his friends, relying on his brothers, relying on himself. Yes, he had come this far.

He should be happy with himself. When he realized this, his heart was lifted. He would also have such a day of complacency.

Besides, why did he talk to himself so obscurely?

Didn't he want people to know that he was here? No, it was too obvious. Even if Lorgar, the blind arrogance, came here, he would definitely recognize his true identity.

He didn't want to publicly acknowledge him. Curze came to a tentative conclusion. Well, maybe colluding with aliens is still too shocking.

The Lord of Mankind, the King of the Empire, this eternal king who is at the peak of racist cleanliness, would never collude with aliens.

The sound of the battle blew past his ears, cool, swift, and swept away his thoughts. Curze danced with Vulkan's hammer, speaking and pouring out his thoughts in the appropriate battle.

This was also a challenge for him. No matter how lenient Vulkan was, it was too much to use three in the center of the battle.

Fortunately, the illusion did not return to his brain until the end. He successfully completed the narration and was about to end the battle.

It was time, he could not hurt Vulkan, even though he believed he had proved that by giving him a pair of usable lightning claws, he had taken at least one life from Vulkan-although Vulkan also kept a hand. Then, it was no longer necessary to let the battle drag on.

Curze spread his arms, waiting for an attack to declare the end. He would be injured a little, not much, not enough to leave an unhealable scar, but it would bring him invisible compensation and a dramatic ending.

This was taught to him by Victor's cunning behavior. Every time he recalled the panic of Death Midnight in the blood rain, he would be sincerely annoyed.

The sudden protection of the mortal Fas was indeed beyond Conrad Curze's expectations.

When the thunderstorm anvil hit the golden light, the majestic force was weakened and erased in circles of golden ripples. Conrad Curze only felt that his body was also hit. This was not a physical attack from the outside to the inside, but a feeling that went straight to the heart.

He walked forward and no longer concealed. Conrad Curze bowed to him and waited for his judgment, or judgment.

When His palm touched Curze's face, the last illusion flowed into his mind along His hand, and left a trace of coolness on his skin.

What would He say with Vulcan's memory?

Some comfort? Some encouragement? About how happy He was to find a son? Or some warning? About what constitutes a transgression?

"But I will have many questions," Vulkan said in his memory, smashing Curz's chain of questions. He felt a little ashamed of this coincidence.

"You will get the answer," He said, playful and innocent, with fire in his eyes. "It's just that you haven't got it yet. You can pursue it yourself first."

The illusion ended in a golden light, and Curz couldn't help asking questions.

Can I?

Curz asked silently, letting the sound flow along the rough hand, completing a communication between the language of the mind.

He looked at his face and summarized Curz's words today.

His summary was accurate and clear, proving that He really listened to every word of Conrad Curz, instead of being like a busy parent, saying all the words of support, but not even knowing what he was supporting.

Curz stared at this ordinary face in a daze, and couldn't believe that this was what he could get.

"I just saw a possibility that must be pursued in this." He said nervously.

"Then, this is your path." The Emperor sighed.

+ I allow you to set out on your own. +

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Conrad Curze seemed a little too excited. Perturabo thought.

He didn't understand why Curze was more excited after being touched on the face by the Emperor than the day he killed the Scolavik family in Nostramo. He never knew that Conrad, who called the Emperor a false emperor, cared so much about the Emperor in his heart.

Well, Perturabo admitted that he wanted to laugh.

"He understands the Eldar language, Victor," Curze warned, "You'd better be more respectful."

Mortal Fas smiled and greeted Victor, who was supervising the Savage Eldar to lay down their weapons on the spot after the Eldar's barrier barrier was opened.

The Black Armored Eldar didn't know what Mortal Fas saw in the eyes of the mortal, and the whole Eldar trembled, and then bowed reluctantly but knowingly enough.

The red-haired female world singer followed Curze uneasily, not daring to get too close, nor to appear distant.

"I... convinced them." Shanador admitted with difficulty, she felt that she was becoming a traitor to her race.

"Very good." Curze nodded with satisfaction, and even patted the head of the Eldar who was much taller than him. "After that, I will draw up a simple treaty. I hope you can propose the restrictions you are willing to make and the contributions you can offer. Then, I will decide whether to pass it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord of the Underworld." Shanador obediently acknowledged his name, and the second time was much smoother than the first time.

Mechanical Perturabo gave up watching the happy interior of the barrier and walked towards the three brothers he had never met.

Vulcan, Fulgrim, Ferrus Manus; he just roughly summarized their personalities from the performance of these blood relatives in recent days. He didn't know them.

He didn't know them - this was a strange comment that made Perturabo feel strange.

He had known his brothers so deeply twenty years ago, but now, these brilliant Primarchs seemed to be dozens of light years away from him.

"I will announce the result of the battle." Perturabo said, "A draw, what do you think?"

"You are a notary, Perturabo." Fulgrim shrugged, "Just be a part-time referee... Although I don't understand why you are here, you can design a 'Memorial Hall for the Signing of the Declaration of Cooperation between Konrad Curze and the Eldar on Planet 154-4' for this place."

"I am so keen on memorial halls?" Perturabo joked calmly.

Fulgrim was about to speak when a huge shadow suddenly approached the ground. A small black dot enlarged in the air, crossed the atmosphere, expanded into the shape of a flying bird, and then quickly fell down.

A Stormbird. The landing point was within a mile of where they were currently. Just take a look at the bright yellow paint to know which legion it came from.

Fulgrim continued: "...You should know that the mysterious memorial halls you build everywhere are very famous, Perturabo. Although no one other than the Iron Warriors has entered, the memorial hall is there."

After the battle, Vulkan was still immersed in the aftertaste, as if thinking about something.

Ferrus pointed his silver finger at Perturabo's green-glowing chest: "What kind of energy source is this?" he asked. "Unheard of. And your metal skeleton technology."

"I got it by chance," Perturabo said, "I plan to place this energy core on my ship."

Fulgrim clapped his hands and laughed: "You mean your Iron Wyrm? It has been floating in orbit for ten years, and you just found the energy source?"

Not a bad name. Perturabo thought.

"I am still curious about the origin of this energy source," Ferrus was quite persistent when it came to technology.

"He can keep secrets, Ferrus."

Rogal Dorn came from behind Perturabo. His footsteps were so familiar, as if he hadn't heard them for only a few days, but also as if he hadn't heard them for many years.

"Dorn." Perturabo turned his face to the side, just showing the half of his face in front of him. "You are here."

He asked cautiously, not sure why there was a hint of retreat in his voice.

Dorn patted his shoulder, his eyes calmly sweeping over the green light on Perturabo's chest.

"This is a fruitful work." He said. "You did it again."

Perturabo was stunned. In the past twenty years, has he obtained other fragments of the Star God?

"Yes." Considering that there were three brothers who were not familiar with him, he decided to answer like this first. "It's my job, Dorn."

Dorn nodded. "How did you subdue the Eldar?"

"... No, I didn't subdue the Eldar, where did this conclusion come from?" Perturabo frowned.

"Oh, sorry. So, how did you form an alliance with the Eldar and borrow their webway?" Dorn said. "This is a topic."

"No!" Perturabo came back to his senses, "What does this have to do with me? You might as well ask Curze!"

He just participated in the duel at midnight of death, not subduing the Eldar! Obviously, Conrad Curze was the Muse of the Dark Eldar with a group of mental problems.

Dorn hesitated, as if he wanted to ask something else, but finally held it back.

"Okay, I'll ask Curze," he said.

Fulgrim laughed. Ferrus was thoughtful.

"No, wait, this whole thing was done by Conrad Curze, and I don't want to take credit for it." Perturabo's mechanical arm grabbed Dorn.

"Okay." Dorn blinked. "I understand. You're not..."

He thought for a moment, "I can't deceive myself." He said regretfully.

"What are you going to deceive yourself about?" Perturabo raised his voice.

"Okay," Fulgrim smiled, "Perturabo, I believe you are important in all these events. After all, you have always played a big role in the growth of your brothers. But I won't tell anyone, you can rest assured."