Chapter 463: Kossolax: Maybe I can sit on it myself

The Oathbreaker Kossolax tapped the bone throne, looking at his four subordinates in front of him.

Dark Apostle Korvein, Butcher Surgeon Lorek, Dimension Smith Mogriva, and Decapitator Master Shalok—four excellent warriors who could be called great stood before Kossolax.

He was no longer the obscure Third Company adjutant, Solax, of the past.

He added a 'k' to the beginning of his name, symbolizing the Blood God, symbolizing that he had received Khorne's blessing, symbolizing that he had cast off the past and accepted the honor of the future.

The Butcher's Nails churned in his brain marrow, causing a faint, painful tremor to surge in his brain.

No one had left more miserable legacies to his legion than the despicable, ridiculous, and frail Angron.

The Butcher's Nails, implants used on the brains of pathetic slaves on Nuceria, were brought into the legion by Angron and implanted into the brains of the World Eaters.

But this creation of the ancient Golden Age still had many secrets, and no living person understood what this thing was designed for in the beginning, which led to different reactions of each brain to the Butcher's Nails, different neural links, and different effects.

Some people were more severely affected, becoming complete slaves to the Butcher's Nails' anger.

Others were luckier, establishing a relatively smaller connection with the Butcher's Nails and maintaining a certain degree of sanity.

Kossolax was the luckier one. His brain had remained rational for ten thousand years, not swallowed by anger.

Stupid Kharn, crazy Angron—if he had been a high-ranking official in a legion back then, he definitely wouldn't have let the legion get these damn nails... well, low-level warriors could get them; they didn't need to think, just be angry.

But thanks to the Butcher's Nails, most of the World Eaters fell into madness, and Kharn even crazily shattered his own legion, stupidly abandoning the opportunity to seize supreme command of the World Eaters.

Thus, Kossolax made his move.

He gathered the scattered World Eaters, and a full eight warbands of World Eaters submitted to him, crowning him Regent.

He even retrieved the ancient Gloriana-class battleship, the great Conqueror, from near Armageddon.

Although that one-eyed commissar with an ork mechanical hand and a laser-shooting bionic eye almost killed him, it was all worth it.

The Conqueror was truly a great warship. She could actually solve everything encountered during the voyage herself.

Whether it was crew rotation, refueling, ammunition replenishment, macro-cannon reloading, hull repair, or even flight path planning—these cumbersome and complex things, the Conqueror could complete them herself. Kossolax didn't need to manage them at all————actually, Kossolax didn't know these things either, and couldn't be bothered to care about these trivial matters.

But gradually, Kossolax began to taste something.

First, as the master of the Conqueror, Kossolax had never stepped onto the bridge, or rather, was not allowed to step onto the bridge, and he didn't even know where the bridge was————as a low-level officer, Kossolax had no right to step onto the bridge during the Great Crusade, and now the Conqueror was highly twisted by the Warp, and he couldn't find the location of the bridge either.

Secondly, there was a damn female ghost on this ship. The Dark Apostle Korvein, who submitted to Kossolax, tried to exorcise the ghost many times, but none succeeded. The most hateful thing was that the female ghost actually commanded Kossolax in a high-and-mighty manner, as if she were the master of the Conqueror——————to show mockery, Kossolax gave her the nickname "Mistress."

Finally, Kossolax discovered that the Conqueror sometimes refused Kossolax's command, trying to block Kossolax's operations, which made Kossolax even angrier. If he couldn't even control a ship, how could he be the Regent of the World Eaters?

So, Kossolax had a flash of inspiration.

He ordered other warships to bombard the Conqueror, angering the Mistress residing on it.

As long as the Mistress exposed angry emotions and triggered the Conqueror's vibration, his Dimension Smith Mogriva could find the Mistress's location.

They did find it. Dimension Smith Mogriva cheered and told Kossolax the news. They found the Mistress's location and pinpointed the bridge.

This was indeed joyful, if the ship hadn't started trying to kill Kossolax, he would have been happier.

Scalding steam erupted from the deck, rushing toward Kossolax's face, and rivets shot out from the walls, stabbing straight at Kossolax's neck.

Those crew members who had bred for three hundred generations in the Conqueror and were extremely mutated crawled out, launching an attack on the World Eater Astartes led by Kossolax.

But Kossolax was well prepared. Although he lost many precious warriors, he still arrived before the gate of the bridge.

That was a brass-mounted adamantium blast door, ancient and filled with continuously intersecting flesh and blood, looking exceptionally terrifying.

This was it, the bridge he had been thinking about day and night.

Ten thousand years ago, he didn't step in here; ten thousand years later, he was finally going to get this honor.

He would sit on the command throne of the Conqueror and be crowned the true Regent of the World Eaters Legion.

"Adjutant Solax."

A cold voice came from behind his head, piercing coldly into his brain, making him tremble all over.

That was his original name, an obscure name. No one had called him that for a thousand years. He had killed everyone who knew that name.

Before Isstvan III, he was just an ordinary warrior. Because there was really no one left, he happened to be promoted to adjutant, but that was all; he wasn't even a company captain.

The name Solax reminded him of that damn life. He turned his head in anger, but saw...

But saw the "Mistress" standing behind him, her whole body gray and hazy, not like a physical entity, that cold woman's face staring at his face.

It was the first time Kossolax had seen this Mistress at such close range, and he felt she looked familiar, as if he had seen her from afar.

Did she know him? Or did she use some method to see through his heart? To see his past?

Kossolax felt vigilant suddenly.

"Woman." Kossolax said with a tone of disdain.

The Mistress seemed confused, troubled by why Kossolax didn't follow her orders.

"You are just an adjutant; you are not allowed to enter the bridge."

But the Mistress still said to Kossolax:

"If you have any objections to this task, you are welcome to discuss it with Kharn."

Kossolax laughed out loud. He thought he was close to success; otherwise, why would this Mistress use the name of the traitor Kharn to scare him?

He must have found the right place.

Kossolax ignored the Mistress's obstruction and continued to advance toward the brass-inlaid adamantium door, which made the Mistress a bit angry.

"Or we can summon Lord Angron directly." The Mistress said a bit annoyed.

Summon Angron? And summon Angron! Ridiculous! Who does she think she is?

Angron's non-blood-related biological mother?

Kossolax laughed loudly. This woman was crazy.

These ghosts wandering in the mortal world were like this, full of dead people, lunatics, and idiots, only remembering the dusty stupid things of the past, but unable to see the glory of the people of the present.

Only Kossolax knew how powerful a force he had gathered.

Only Kossolax knew what kind of crown he was wearing now.

He was about to command the Conqueror. He had gathered the strongest power of the World Eaters in ten thousand years. He was even about to catch up with the great Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, leaving Angron and Kharn far behind.

He was not afraid of Kharn, let alone Angron.

Even if Angron were standing in front of him today, he was confident that he would no longer be his slave.

He would sit on the command throne of the Conqueror, sit on the throne of the Regent of the World Eaters.

Perhaps not just the command throne of the Conqueror.

He could even lead such a powerful legion, pierce into the Solar Segmentum along the Great Rift, return to Terra, kill the False Emperor, and then sit on the Golden Wang Zuo himself. This was not impossible.

"Sergeant, you will know the price of disobeying orders." That crazy woman said to Kossolax.

Then she disappeared into the dim cabin.

Kossolax smiled disdainfully. His Dimension Smith used a melta weapon to burn open the door.

Thus, he successfully stepped onto the bridge of the Conqueror.

This was an honor he couldn't enjoy ten thousand years ago. As an adjutant, he was of course not allowed to enter the bridge.

The bridge was pitch black and lightless. Everything around was so deep. Blood, flesh, and twisted exposed cables were entrenched here, converging toward the command throne at the very center.

That female monster was entrenched on the command throne, sitting in the position that should have belonged to Kossolax.

That was an old woman who was as pale as a corpse that had bled dry. Her original white uniform had become extremely dirty, a blood-stained red handprint swayed on her limp chest, and various twisted steel cables pierced into her body, completely swallowing her lower body, allowing her to fuse with the command throne, only allowing her to shake her two slender arms with the smallest amplitude.

This was clearly the Mistress's true body, frail and pathetic.

"Woman, submit to me, or die." Kossolax said coldly, raising his axe and pointing it at the pale woman on the command throne.

"You?" The Mistress slowly raised her limp head, looking at Kossolax playfully: "Who do you think you are? You are worthy to kill me?"

"Tell me, Adjutant Solax, who fed the crew on this ship? Who maintained the balance of the crew's population? Who replenished the fuel for this ship? Or where was the fuel replenished? You don't even know where the ammunition comes from."

"Who do you think you are? Kharn?"

"I am Kossolax! I have surpassed Kharn! Surpassed Angron!"

The Butcher's Nails buzzed, and Kossolax roared angrily:

"Submit, or die!"

Cold silence permeated the surroundings. Finally, the Mistress quieted down.

"My lord."

The Mistress said in a hoarse voice, her eyes looking at Kossolax:

"The Conqueror belongs only to you."

Kossolax laughed, laughing incomparably happily. Finally, he had obtained this honor————

Suddenly, Kossolax felt his back incomparably hot, and heard his four subordinates let out terrified howls.

He suddenly noticed that the Mistress was not looking at him, but at his back.

"I have been waiting for you to return."

The Mistress said so—not to Kossolax—but to the scorching fire:

"Lord Angron, you are back."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 464 =====