"Skip the tedious parts. What do you want?"
Konrad's voice was clear and bright, nothing like the reptilian hissing exhalation from before.
The words the Emperor had sent from downstream in the timeline repeated endlessly in his mind.
Konrad, the future, the future.
The future had not yet arrived. Everything could still be saved. But... could he still be redeemed?
He was a sinner. If being a Primarch absolved him of responsibility, then his justice itself would lose all fairness.
"What just happened?" Lox demanded. He needed to know why the Night Haunter had broken through the suppressive effect of the Untouchable bones.
If the soulless field was not absolutely effective, did that not mean Konrad might still escape?
"Those terrible prophecies came again. Just now," Konrad answered.
His unusually cooperative attitude made Lox frown. He instinctively exchanged a glance with Guilliman.
Something was definitely wrong.
The Night Haunter's repeated maneuvers had already run everyone ragged. He was only one man, yet from the Dark Angels' Invincible Reason to Macragge, he had toyed with hundreds of thousands in the palm of his hand.
Even though the Night Haunter had curbed his urge to kill out of concern for exposing his location, several hundred people had still died because of him on Macragge. Among the Dark Angels, that number was more than ten times greater.
The battlefield commander Auguston was still lying in the infirmary. His life had been saved, but he had yet to wake. The Night Haunter had nearly churned half his brain into pulp.
Even with an Astartes' formidable constitution, losing half one's brain was almost impossible to survive. But Auguston was no ordinary man. His physique was far stronger, and the life-support systems in his power armor had kept him alive until the Apothecaries arrived.
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