
Warhammer Shadowlords
by The Emperor Of Europe Is Really Me
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"Dear Master, when you read this paragraph, I may be dead. As your loyal slave and as your adoptive mother, I am sorry that I can no longer accompany you on your journey, but I am also very happy that I no longer have to be a stumbling block for you. Your wisdom is enough to light up the sea of stars, and your sharp eyes have already penetrated the world. Time is long, and my shallow knowledge does not dare to be revealed under your brilliance. All I can do is to fall at your feet and dedicate everything to you..." With his palm forward, the words in the void slowly dissipated, and Conrad Cohen touched an empty space. He only touched the black golden crown of his adoptive mother that was burned by the flames. "Ha!" He smiled, but his eyes were filled with sadness, "I will kill all the Sisters of Silence and use their skins to sew the leather cushions for the throne. I will chop off the heads of every inquisitor and put candles in their mouths to illuminate the palace. I will burn those dirty imperial officials into bricks... You will sit on the throne that I built with my own hands. Take a rest, my mother!"
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