Try Again

How weak.

How boring~

If you could not keep quiet on your own, I could help poison your voice mute, Konrad Curze.

You lacked the necessary sense of humor, Mortarion—you should learn to find some fun for yourself more often.

Within the dim dungeon corridor, Mortarion decisively chose physical means between cracking Konrad's skull with a scythe and remaining silent. Naturally, Konrad, cradling an armful of T'au skulls, smoothly dodged.

If you remained this noisy,

Mortarion calmly withdrew his scythe. Since he had missed, nothing had happened.

I would not mind immediately sending you and your legion into the heart of the T'au Empire. I am sure you would enjoy that—but perhaps your beloved children would die there. They might not be as fortunate as Sevirex.

You were still as vicious as ever, Mortarion.

Having darted into the shadows above the ceiling to evade him, Konrad let out a resentful hiss.

One or two skulls slipped from his arms. The blue T'au heads landed before Mortarion's feet, their eyes wide open as though they had suffered unimaginable torment in life, only to be casually crushed beneath a foot from the Lord of Death.

Crack.

I was telling a joke. You have far too little talent for humor, Konrad.

Could only Hades and Karras understand his humor?

You were exactly like that bastard Roboute Guilliman, always using my children to threaten me... So venomous, Mortarion. No wonder you had once been treated the same way.

This time, Mortarion drew Corpse Light from his waist and fired upward. After a rapid charging hum, Konrad screamed and fell, scattering skulls all over the floor.

Mortarion did not care in the slightest. He reached out, grabbed the Night Haunter by the collar where he had landed, then dragged him into the dungeon.

Perhaps