He couldn't even lift his weapon to counter Sanguinius, and could only let the flames of the longsword burn his soul.
In the flames, he seemed to see a figure, a figure whose eyes were filled with rage, but even more so with sorrow and pity for him.
What a joke, this person should have died long ago!
Sanguinius!
The Primarch's remains should be lying in the stasis crypt on Baal!
Even his soul should have shattered into pieces!
Fear filled the World Eater's eyes, but Sanguinius paid no mind to what the enemy before him was thinking. The Sword of Hope slid to the other side of his body, destroying the World Eater's second heart as easily as a hot knife through butter.
"May your soul find redemption, if you still have that chance."
These were the only words he could say to a traitor. If they hadn't chosen to abandon their original duty, they should have died gloriously, instead of leaving this world in disgrace with the name of traitor.
There was still another Traitor Astartes to deal with. He couldn't waste too much time on this one.
Just as Sanguinius thought, the remaining World Eater had reacted in this short time, his massive axe cleaving down towards his head.
In desperation, Sanguinius quickly twisted his body, and the blood-soaked axe blade almost grazed his hair as it slammed into the ground.
"I've actually always wanted to ask you a question. What did you choose to betray for? (?_?)"
The World Eater tried to pull his great axe back, but he found that Sanguinius had already stepped on the axe's body. No matter how hard he tried, the axe wouldn't budge. Out of desperation, he could only look at Sanguinius. "It wasn't us who chose to betray; it was the False Emperor who betrayed us first!"
Holy crap, talk about turning the tables, this is the epitome of turning the tables.
What did the Emperor betray you for? Did he blow up your homeworld or have someone stab you? If you were really like the Word Bearers that Valerius mentioned, even having your homeworld destroyed by the Ultramarines, then your motivation for betrayal could勉强 be understood.
But the problem is, you're nothing like that, yet you chose to betray. Doesn't that sound a bit unreasonable?
No wonder you joined Khorne, your brains aren't all there.
Hmm, I'm talking about those Butcher's Nails on your heads, don't misunderstand.
Unable to get the answer he wanted, Sanguinius directly punched the World Eater in front of him. The power, even more terrifying than that of an Astartes, directly knocked the guy to the ground with one punch.
"I'll let you cause rebellion!"
"I'll let you join Khorne!"
"I'll let you be short on brains!"
"You even hit Valerius and bullied an old man!"
"You even dared to come back and disgust me!"
"You scum!"
"Do you know that because of you guys, an important matter of mine has been delayed all this time? How are you going to compensate me?!"
"(Ｘε(＃Ｘ))"
Sanguinius threw a punch at the World Eater's face with every sentence he uttered. From the first question to the moment he stopped, he estimated that he had punched at least dozens of times.
The skull of the World Eater beneath him had been dented, his brain severely damaged, and his body was unresponsive, more exhaling than inhaling.
"You despicable and hateful people destroyed the future everyone should have had and then shamelessly returned here to continue poisoning the living. I truly pity you!"
"Again, may your soul find redemption, if you still have that chance."
After stabbing the Sword of Hope into the head of this last World Eaters Astartes, Sanguinius sheathed his sword and walked towards Valerius, casually asking, "Valerius, you're not going to die here, are you?"
The old man smiled wryly, then pointed his bolt pistol at Sanguinius's precious second component.
"What are you doing? -_-||"
"You first explain to me what you meant by the Emperor and the Blood God competing in a warp tug-of-war! Where the hell did you see that hateful thing?! (｀Δ´)?"
Chapter 9: Sanguinius: My Sword is Not Without Its Advantages Either
No, holy crap, how am I supposed to explain that to you?
Am I supposed to tell you that I watched a little blue-robed man put that book on shelf number nine? I just wanted to casually flip through it a couple of times to see what was going on, but who knew that this cursed knowledge would be engraved in my head!
It even had pictures, you know? It even had pictures!
Every night when I sleep, the image of the Emperor and the Blood God pulling hooks constantly flashes in my mind!
Putting that aside, just tell me, did that psychic attack work or not? It not only shocked those two World Eaters quite a bit, but even you, an Inquisitor, almost tried to off yourself. This kind of attack method is simply quite effective, and it's the kind that enemies can't dodge and allies can't avoid.
"Forget it, I'll ask a different way. You couldn't answer that last question anyway. I'll ask you, where did that book go? And what happened to the guy who put it on the shelf?"
After a brief moment of shock, Valerius began coughing again. It seemed that the plague in his chest, after勉强 enduring such an extreme stimulus of warp hook literature, had once again begun to exert its power. A burning pain flowed through his lungs, and with each cough, he felt like he was coughing up blood.
He hadn't expected the dagger thrown by that Nurgle cultist to be so infectious, and what he had never expected was that the protective force field he carried with him would fail at such a critical moment.
The dagger flew past his shoulder, leaving only a slight scratch, but even that slight scratch was enough for the pathogens to enter his body. If he hadn't immediately washed the wound with the holy water given to him by the Ecclesiarchy, he probably would have died right then and there.
Regarding the question raised by old Valerius, Sanguinius was unusually silent for a while, his hand propping up his chin as if contemplating how to answer Valerius's question.
If his memory served him correctly, the little blue-robed man who put the book on shelf number nine was caught red-handed by the Cardinal the next day because the guy wanted to retrieve the book.
After spending a day comprehending the knowledge in the book, which was unorthodox in official history but wildly imaginative in unofficial history, he determined that this book was a thoroughly heretical text.
This kind of book might not even burn with holy oil, and putting it on a ship would guarantee no fire hazard, except that occasionally a few nonsensical little people would pop out on the ship. But that was easy to solve, just shoot them.
"I advise you to answer carefully. This is my dying wish, old man. Please, tell me, where did that book go? And where did the guy who put the book go?"
Valerius looked at Sanguinius's current expression, his eyes filled with despair.
Oh dear, I, an old man, have been carrying out heresy eradication missions on Valentino my whole life. The "Val" in Valentino is practically related to me, yet you're telling me now that there's another guy on Valentino who can openly put heretical books in the Ecclesiarchy library right under my nose.
This isn't just slapping Valerius's face; it's clearly rubbing the face of the Ordo Malleus on the ground, a huge contempt for the Ecclesiarchy. Heavy punishment must be dealt!
Seemingly a little embarrassed, Sanguinius touched his Sword of Hope and then said something that made Valerius both relieved and terrified, "The book has been dealt with. After being soaked in a vat of holy oil and burned day and night, the book is finished. But the little blue-robed man should have been locked up by the bishop."
Sanguinius's words made Valerius put down one of the two swords hanging in his heart, but the problem was that the remaining sword had now completely become a Damocles' sword. He now felt that sword dangling above his head, ready to fall freely at any moment.
"Tell me, where was that little blue-robed man locked up? I have to personally pluck all the hairs from his body and then fry him like fried chicken in a vat of boiling holy oil!"
"Aren't you about to die?"
"It's alright. Just like you said, even if I die, I'll turn into a vengeful flaming skeleton to get this done."
Watching this cursed heretical knowledge begin to spread from him, he was numb, and Valerius was also numb, both psychologically and physically.
Sanguinius curled his lip. Now was clearly not the time for Valerius to think about this. The Nurgle plague was rampaging through Valerius's body. If it wasn't dealt with quickly, Valerius's old life would really be in danger.
If Valerius didn't escape from the underhive, then Kapolis would probably immediately take over Valerius's duties. If that happened, the plan to send Kopman and Kapolis out of Valentino would completely fall through, and those two hard-earned long-term residence permits for the garden world in the Ultramar Sector would become mere decorations.
Neither he nor Valerius would allow such a situation to occur. Therefore, even if old man Valerius was at his worst, he had to hold on to his last breath and go to meet the Emperor after sending Kapolis and the others away.
"Don't talk about that for now. What are you going to do about the Nurgle virus in your body? If this thing stays for too long, you probably won't even be able to return to the mid-hive."
"What else can I do? This old man will take some life-saving medicine and barely hold on to a breath. Emergency medical treatment can be performed at the elevator shaft. I just regret not requesting a medicae sister or an apothecary to come down with me. Otherwise, the situation would be much better than it is now."
Looking at Valerius, who was grimacing in pain, a not-so-friendly idea for Valerius suddenly popped into Sanguinius's head.
His Sword of Hope was a relic with the effect of burning warp energy, which could completely help Valerius escape his current predicament. But the price, heh heh, was a little bit painful.
Really, just a little bit, equivalent to sticking a red-hot iron rod into the body. Once you fainted from the pain, you wouldn't feel anything anymore.
"What's with that look in your eyes, like you want to stab me to death with your sword? Let me tell you, don't get any crazy ideas in your head. This old man can still hold on to a breath. If you mess around like that, this old man's life might end right now."
As an old nemesis who had worked with Sanguinius for a long time, he knew too well what it meant when Sanguinius's eyes shone with golden light.
When other people's eyes shone with golden light, it could be said to be a miracle of the Emperor, a manifestation of the Emperor's divine will.
When Sanguinius's eyes shone with golden light, it definitely meant that this inhuman bastard had come up with some torturous method again, so much so that even the Emperor couldn't stand it and gave others a warning.
Although the final results of these methods were good, the process was absolutely unacceptable to anyone.
"Cough cough, as an Inquisitor, wouldn't you like to try fire-based medical treatment once in your lifetime?"
Chapter 10: Valerius: Holy Crap, It Hurts!
This was definitely a description that had been embellished with words; there was no need to even think about it.
Looking at Sanguinius's eager appearance, Valerius now just wanted his nearby Arbites to drag him far, far away. He would rather drag his current body to die together with the heretics than get even a millimeter closer to this fellow Sanguinius.
Dying together with the heretics was nothing more than him holding a melta bomb and taking a few of them down with him, but staying with this fellow Sanguinius, who knew what would happen?
Around this guy, even a Tzeentch daemon would have to gouge out its own eyes, and even Kor Phaeron would have to immediately give up his seat to Sanguinius, and even ask for guidance on how to make the changes in all things as bizarre as the things he did.
"Stop playing word games with me. Just tell me what you want to do. If it's really effective, I'll consider it."
Valerius could already feel some strange things growing from the wound on his shoulder. The granulation tissue was extending outwards, and it seemed to be developing its own consciousness.
Normally, this kind of thing should be immediately cut off with a knife, but judging from his current physical condition, if he really used a knife to remove it, he would definitely die from excessive blood loss.
So now he could only try a desperate measure and see what groundbreaking suggestion this fellow Sanguinius could come up with. Even if this guy said that stabbing him with a sword could save his old life, he would have to try it.
"Cough, you know, this sword in my hand is a relic. You just saw the flames on this sword. It's very effective at burning warp things. If you don't mind, I can use this thing to give you a minimally invasive surgery, with pure physical cauterization."
A smile that he considered the purest appeared on Sanguinius's face, while Valerius's face had already fallen.
What he had just thought was completely nonsense. He never expected that this fellow Sanguinius really intended to use the sword in his hand to give him some unusual treatment.
"Have you performed surgery before? I have some doubts about your technique."
Although the old man said this, he had already exposed his shoulder to Sanguinius. The shoulder, which originally only had a scratch, now had festering sores, and a fleshy tumor with eyes was blinking brightly on it, as if curious why a circle of people was watching it.
"Old man, don't worry. When the medicae sisters and apothecaries examined me back then, I simply did some visual referencing. Haven't eaten ant meat, haven't seen ants run? I can still imitate."
After obtaining Valerius's permission, Sanguinius began to adjust the flame intensity on his Sword of Hope. He certainly didn't want to personally send Valerius to meet the Emperor next.
However, whether it was the Emperor's calling or the Sword of Hope rebelling against him, the flames on the sword grew larger and larger, and couldn't be extinguished at all.
Valerius, who had been waiting for a while, looked at Sanguinius's puzzled expression and the constantly flaming sword in his hand, and cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead. Even the fleshy tumor blinking its eyes on his shoulder began to tremble in fear at this moment.
"What are you doing?" Valerius's eyelids couldn't help but twitch twice. This scene of flames蹭蹭 rising really made him a little panicked.
"Oh dear, don't worry, isn't this to raise the flame temperature a bit? The disinfection effect will be better then. Nurgle's plague isn't that easy to remove, you know."
I freaking don't know!! You better be careful and don't really send this old man to meet the Emperor!
Valerius really felt that the Golden Throne beneath the Emperor's butt was calling him at this moment. A group of his Inquisitor predecessors were squatting at the very bottom of the Golden Throne, looking at him with puzzled expressions, as if betting on when he would squat with them.
Watching Sanguinius rub sparks from the blade in his hand, the twitching of Valerius's eyelids became more and more intense. He increasingly regretted agreeing to let Sanguinius help him remove the Nurgle plague.
"First, describe to me how you did the visual referencing back then?"
Suppressing the panic in his heart, Valerius asked this question word by word. Honestly, he felt that Sanguinius's words about referencing the techniques of the medicae sisters and apothecaries were also the result of verbal embellishment.
"Don't worry, after all, those medicae sisters and apothecaries conducted close observation on me for several months. In such a long period, even a fool would have been taught to be a self-taught doctor."
Sanguinius smiled, then prepared to perform minimally invasive surgery on Valerius.
It seemed that the words "several months of close observation" slightly calmed Valerius's mind. His originally trembling body gradually became stable. However, this was just the brief calm before the storm. He would soon wish to raise his hand and shoot the bastard behind him.
Because Sanguinius uttered a sentence while aiming the tip of his sword at the tumor on his shoulder, "Surgery is very easy to do, just poke it with the tip of the sword, and it's done."
Valerius: What the hell?! You freaking lied to me?!
Just as Valerius was about to move, the Arbites beside him, at Sanguinius's signal, firmly pressed him down. Compared to their own boss, they were more willing to obey the orders of this handsome and capable lord, at least he could safely send them back to the mid-hive.
"Sanguinius! I won't let…"
Before he could finish speaking, a "噗嗤" sound entered Valerius's ears, accompanied by pain no less than directly crushing his shoulder bone into powder. The sizzling sound of flames echoed in this small space.
Valerius: I freaking #@#$... Tumor: I freaking #%$&@...
Sanguinius: I hahaha!!!
With one sword strike, both sides suffered. Among the three involved parties, only Sanguinius laughed extremely wildly. The other two had no expression other than pain.
For Valerius, his feeling was very simple.
Pain!
Even more painful than having his hook cut off
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