175 Is Too Scummy

175 Was Too Scummy

Standing in a dust-covered corner beneath the Imperial Palace.

He felt a determination unlike any he had ever known.

?!

Guilliman suddenly stepped back. In a long-abandoned study within the Imperial Palace, five minutes after this farce had begun, he ran into his first brother.

Greetings—the great regent of the Imperium.

The gaunt figure in the shadows lowered his black hair and crawled out from the depths. Konrad Curze licked his cracked lips, his gaze fixed playfully upon the slightly wary Guilliman.

Hello.

Guilliman replied calmly, one hand resting on the sword at his waist, his eyes locked tightly on Konrad Curze.

But I had hoped to meet Corax.

Roboute Guilliman had no intention of granting Konrad Curze too much dignity. Both he and Konrad knew that the Night Haunter had no need for such a concept.

Konrad Curze let out a rasping chuckle. He darted to Guilliman's side like a phantom and tapped Guilliman's armor flirtatiously with his long nails, producing soft clicks.

An amusing cold joke, but you were not planning to refuse me?

I do not wish to meet our father alone.

Guilliman answered truthfully. He was unsure how he, having already boarded this pirate ship, ought to face The Emperor next. Better to bring Konrad along and let this bat take the initiative to attack.

To be honest, even though Guilliman had just agreed to Sanguinius's proposal, he was still not prepared to fight the Emperor—mentally, Guilliman still resisted it. He was trying to convince himself that this was merely an exercise.

But now, a thin mist drifted across the floor. Guilliman could sense the power released by the Pale Lord. Clearly, someone intended to get serious.

Guilliman resumed his cautious advance. After a spine-chilling cackle, Konrad followed as well, looking