Strange.
Konrad stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. His long tongue was rough, and the primarch seemed to be thinking seriously as he faced the powerless, collapsed T'au'va lying amid the ruins.
Too strange.
Konrad muttered instinctively. The primarch dropped to all fours and scuttled forward at high speed like some brown sewer insect. The ground he crossed was smeared with blood, but Konrad did not care.
Seeing Konrad pounce toward her, T'au'va tried to flee, but her body, badly damaged by the Night Haunter, had no strength left. This newborn Warp goddess was still far too immature to rival a primarch who had spent ten thousand years getting into trouble.
Especially since this primarch had maxed out every attribute when it came to first encounters, and had only grown stronger through brawling with his brothers.
Konrad studied T'au'va carefully, but all he saw was a smooth, expressionless face. This newborn young god had a chaotic aura—because she had emerged from the mixed beliefs of countless races.
+Monster...+
T'au'va said weakly. Konrad's soul had clearly been extremely weak before, so why had he suddenly erupted with such tremendous power?
+Cruel thing that knows no pain, for creatures such as you to be born within the vast ocean... this is blasphemy against it.+
She did not know that Konrad had already fought quite a few comeback battles like this.
Monster? Blasphemy?
Konrad hissed. He pointed at the sky in disbelief.
Your assessment isn't wrong, but after seeing that thing, you still call me a monster? Me? A blasphemer?
The primarch sensed T'au'va go blank for an instant. Oh, so that was it. Konrad understood, and the night shrouding the area receded.
The moment the Night Haunter's domain faded even slightly, T'au'va began to scream.
If she could still maintain