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He stopped, took a half step back, and re-examined his work. After a moment, he realized that he was still very dissatisfied with it.
The work still lacks soul.
He understood his own desire—the sculpture needed more flesh and blood than he could have used to create it; he needed to search for more sinners and use their bodies to adorn this great gift.
Moreover, nothing was left of the sculpture's face either.
Or rather, it once existed, but was forcibly erased by the dissatisfied Coz.
"I can't grasp the soul of that face."
Koz admitted with frustration.
Even if he could find enough guilty people and use their mutilated bodies to embellish this flesh and blood sculpture... he still wouldn't be able to complete the work in his heart.
Coz couldn't do it.
...A sense of discontent and anger rose within him, making him want to destroy the unfinished flesh and blood statue, making him want to destroy everything.
Go get it!
More corpses are needed, more vigilance is needed... He hasn't killed enough criminals; he needs to punish more minor offenders. Only in this way can everyone maintain peace and tranquility.
He wants to kill even more criminals...
No.
Remain restrained... Koz... restraint...
Suppress that instinctive desire... A righteous person will not use their own desires as an excuse to fabricate charges against the innocent...
Koz looked around at the room he was in—it was enclosed by black stone on all sides, and the room was filled with the stench of blood and decay, with dregs piled up at his feet.
Only one space was unusually clean—it was a steel chanting platform with bat wings extending from both sides, upon which lay a thick book bound in human skin.
In this universe, other things may be lacking, but there are definitely a lot of people.
"Continue... let's continue."
“I will catch you, Father.”
He took some time to let the face he had chosen adapt to the assembled skull. He stretched it, carefully warmed it, and then pulled it hard with his hands and teeth. Once he determined that the face was the right size, he began to sew it into place as if sewing a taut drumhead.
His efforts were not in vain.
After countless attempts and selections, Conrad Coates was finally satisfied with his result—an imperial statue made of flesh and blood, a terrifying behemoth, a chilling and evil souvenir.
Koz took a step back, letting out a satisfied and pleasant hiss, then tiptoed to the other side of the room and sat down facing the statue.
He was waiting for the other person to speak first.
.......
"If you're not going to say anything, then fine."
Clearly, Conrad Coz overestimated his patience.
Although he used to be a very patient person, at this moment, he no longer had much room to quietly wait for the other party to lose their patience first.
He piled up a bunch of severed limbs on the ground and sat down: "Let me tell you a story first."
"About why you are a very bad father."
He twitched his neck, his dirty, long black hair swaying wildly with the movement.
"You actually foresaw all of this, didn't you?!"
He suddenly stood up, and like the most righteous judge, he picked up the severed limb beside him and pointed it at the blood and flesh statue.
The Emperor's psychic power far surpassed theirs, surpassed that of Coz and the angels, and was even greater than that of Magnus.
Since both he and Sangilius could foresee the future, the Emperor, who possessed even greater power and was also the creator of the Primarch, must have been well-versed in this as well.
The Emperor's foresight was far greater than that of the two of them. How could such an omniscient being be tricked and even lose all of his original bodies?
Even after that, the Emperor didn't react much, and even Irda, who had lost all her Primarchs, wasn't punished at all.
"lie!!!"
“And I told him that too! Your little angel!” As if to provide more convincing evidence for his testimony, Coz spoke rapidly and emotionally, “That’s right, guess what Saint Gilles said?”
"She doesn't trust you either! She also thinks this guy is definitely hiding something from us!"
"But she is an angel! A beautiful little angel with beautiful little wings, radiating endless light!"
"She is glorious, great! She said—"
At this point, Koz sharpened his tone, speaking in a sarcastic manner: "The Emperor... the Emperor is definitely not a bad person... his intentions in doing these things are undoubtedly benevolent!"
"Pooh!"
Koz spat disdainfully at the emperor's flesh and blood colossus.
"He is an angel, so what am I?"
"My tactics helped everyone! The Night Lords suffered the fewest casualties! The planet was also the most intact! But did even one person thank me? No one! Not a single one of your self-important bureaucrats and preachers has said a single good word to me!"
He shook his head hostilely: "Even in your self-proclaimed grand expedition, no one has ever approved of my methods. Even if it's faster and less bloody than their preferred methods of warfare! They would rather let 'civilized' bombardments and massive invasions kill hundreds of millions of people than let us torture a few thousand with knives!"
"And what about you? You're in cahoots with them, you didn't say a word when I was suffering!"
"This was your design! You led me down this path, you made me the fear in their darkness, you made me brand fear into the hearts of mortals, you made me a tool of control and coercion!"
"This is all because of you!"
"You think you're very smart, right? You're good at delegating tasks and managing. So why don't you explain to them that you're just doing what you're supposed to do? Why don't you tell them that you approved all of this?"
"Ha! So what?"
Koz laughed, his pale face contorted into a wide grin.
"In the end, who launched the surprise attack on you? Who destroyed your network? Huh? Answer me, who is stirring up the rebellion now!"
"...Did you foresee all of this, oh, great and wondrous Emperor?"
.......
"Pfft."
"Do you know what I saw in the prophecy, right at the beginning of this great rebellion?"
Koz laughed.
He continued speaking while sitting on the ground, as if the previous conversation had not yet fully ended.
That was the birth of something called the "Second Empire".
Moreover, in the prophecy, he saw how the Warmaster of the Second Reich chased after him, Koz, and was toyed with by him, and how the useless Guilliman almost killed Koz when they fought him two against one.
As for Saint Gilles... for some reason she turned into a man, and Koz didn't want to concern himself with that.
"And then! And then guess what I saw?"
To catch Ryan carelessly leaving extermination orders everywhere in Altramor, Guilliman angrily argued with him, insisting on expelling this Second Reich Warmaster who had only been in office for a few days!
Haha!
A useless piece of trash whose fighting ability is even worse than Bu Lai's, a mad executioner—is this the strength of the Second Reich?
However, even if they captured Kurtz, the final outcome was as absurd as the most dramatic play ever staged—
And upon learning that the Emperor was not actually dead, and that their Second Reich was merely a rebellion, the faces of those two complacent fools, Guilliman and Lane, were filled with astonishment and fear—
"Hahahahahaha!"
"A bunch of fools, cowards, greedy and despicable scoundrels! Is this the Primarch you thought would come to your rescue in your time of crisis?"
"Tch, of course not! They value their power and territory more than their own lives, can't you tell?"
"Maybe...it really will throw some rescue at you when it's in a good mood, for example...hahahaha!"
"Can't you really see at all that those kids you have the best hopes for and the ones you love the most actually have their own ulterior motives?"
"Did you ever foresee this day? Just like you foresaw that the original body would be swept into every corner of the world?"
Koz stood up excitedly again, pacing back and forth in the room, his excitement lingering.
"Definitely! Definitely, right? What can possibly escape your notice?"
His face was almost pressed against the face of the bloody statue: "Isn't it? Isn't it!!!"
"You foresaw that your original entity would rebel, oppose you, and turn those Space Marine weapons back against you. And your expedition, which killed countless people, ended up being utterly useless after killing hundreds of millions, even trillions! Wasn't that right?"
"And there's internet!!!"
"The internet! The internet!! The internet!!!" Koz's emotions grew increasingly agitated as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the bloody statue so close before him. "You liar!!!"
"You can't fix the internet at all, you don't know how! All your promises and so-called research are lies!!!"
"I saw it all! I can see it!"
Koz arched his back and roared.
This was what he had witnessed in his prophecies of the future, and it was also the greatest accusation he could level against the Emperor.
"You lied to us!"
"You lied to all of us!!!"
......
The Sighnas Galaxy.
"Istvan III..."
Faced with the angel's prophetic location, Casgar fell into deep thought.
It's like the location where the fateful battle will take place, either in István III or nearby István V.
"Did you also foresee this place?"
The angel seemed pleased with the corroboration, but her next words were filled with remorse: "But it seems... I didn't see myself on that planet."
Saint Gilles and the Blood Angels are not on that star.
“Perhaps… but we cannot let prophecy hold us back,” Kasgar responded. “From what I know, this region appears to be the location of Horus and his Shadowmoon Wolves.”
That's right... Horus!
Horus is the key—even though it seems that Phyllis has become the Chosen of Chaos, the true Chosen of the Four Gods has not yet appeared!
Otherwise, they wouldn't have lured Saint Gilles to the Signas system, wanting her to become the Chaos Warmaster.
Aside from Horus and the angels, there really don't seem to be any other suitable candidates for this position.
Who else could it be?
...Abaddon?
Now that the angels' crisis has been resolved, the next target of the defeated four gods is obviously Horus himself!
We must stop these guys from successfully luring Horus.
If Horus couldn't be saved, and in the end his soul was shattered by the four gods and he was forcibly stuffed into a cream puff...
With countless cutting-edge technologies and a fully mechanized force, not to mention the mechanized force that has been blessed by the power of the evil god and become even more powerful;
Add to that Horus, who was empowered by the Four Gods and wouldn't stop until he had plundered the Emperor, and his fighting power alone could rival that of an entire Astartes army!
A powerful alliance!
There are no Legions or Primarchs from the original storyline that were useless except for being a hindrance.
The two of them alone are enough to overturn the entire Terra!
Even if all the other legions are loyal, these two elite legions will directly attack Terra and might even break through it!
The strength of Steel Hand Philus has become too overwhelming through countless enhancements. Although his individual combat ability is insufficient, his mechanized steel torrent is even more terrifying than Peturabo's.
As for the lack of individual strength... it is clear that this minor deficiency was eliminated after Horus and his Shadowmoon Wolves joined and formed a united army.
Moreover, the Shadowmoon Wolves also have the most powerful, domineering, and strongest Astartes warriors!
—Abaddon!
No.
We must strike ahead of time and arrive before Horus is tricked to dispel the influence of the four gods!