Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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Behind the wolf god, the emperor, who had been hesitating behind the two Horus and wandering madly, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He glanced at Horus, and in his eyes, which had finally cleared a little, he saw a child corrupted by chaos, his sixteenth son.

[Guilliman], who had been closely watching the Emperor's every move, immediately felt alarmed. What he feared most was not the two Horus, but the Lord of Man—but since the start of the battle, the Emperor had made no move until just now.

[Guilliman] knows that in that fate, the Lord of Mankind especially favors Horus. Could it be that his attack on Horus provoked the Emperor, and thus the mad Emperor finally decided to join the battle?

Thinking this, [Killiman] prepared to defend, and his movements became three times faster.

? !

A beam of light streaked past the three people who were entangled.

? ? ! ! !

The Lord of Mankind rushed forward—and bypassed them, heading straight for the Golden Throne behind Guilliman!

!!!

[Guilliman] immediately realized what the Emperor was trying to do. He almost turned his head in a disheveled manner, his eyes shining brightly. Then, the ocean of psionic energy descended, and nine thousand nine hundred and ninety twisted, bizarre giant hands smashed down from the boundless sky, directly interrupting the Emperor's sneak attack!

[Guilliman]'s distraction gave [Horus] a chance to escape from the jaws of death. [Horus] hurriedly bent back and barely dodged [Guilliman]'s sword, which was being swung by inertia. Then, the warhammer of the wolf god smashed down, deflecting [Guilliman]'s sword.

But [Guilliman] couldn't care less about his attack failing at this moment. The instant his sword was smashed, the king angrily flashed behind the emperor who was being stopped by the Hand of the Thousand Devils. A burst of blue light erupted, and he cautiously swung his sword, only to see the emperor dodge the Primarch's sword like an eel. The sword wind only cut off a few strands of black hair, and those black threads swayed in the air.

"As expected of number thirteen."

The man's calm, almost joking voice echoed through the space, as if he were merely remarking on the pleasant weather—but in reality, countless blue arms hung limply beside him, their bare skin adorned with scattered blue feathers and countless pupils, ready to launch another deadly attack at any moment.

“I thought you would be angered by Horus, after all, your nature is closer to that realm.”

[Killiman] sneered. He didn't say much. He didn't like to speak in battle unless it was a tactic, while his other brothers loved to chatter on and on during battle, spouting useless nonsense.

The Primarch's blue eyes shone even brighter, and the sea of ​​fury surged. The arms that descended from the sky attacked the Emperor. The psionic energy and power wrapped around each blue arm were enough to destroy an entire planet and plunge an entire galaxy into chaos, but at this moment they were nothing more than a single arrow striking the Emperor's thousands of troops.

As the twisted monster's arm pressed down on the Emperor like a collapsing mountain, the Wolf God's pupils shrank in the distance. His first reaction was to rush towards the Lord of Humanity, but he caught a fleeting glimpse of a meaningful look directed at him through a gap in the blue sea.

In the blink of an eye, beyond the sight of [Guilliman], the Wolf God was struck dumb, realizing what the Emperor wanted him to do.

The Wolf God hesitated for only a moment, then charged towards Guilliman, who was commanding the Thousand Arms, as if his life depended on it. A torrent of golden light and lightning gathered on his wielding warhammer, the golden flames converging into a single point, aimed directly at Guilliman's vital point!

? !

A hint of surprise flashed in [Killiman]'s blue eyes. Then, he merely turned his hand slightly to the side, not even bothering to spare a glance, and a giant hand appeared out of thin air, smashing directly at the Wolf God—because he was in such a hurry to attack, the Wolf God was completely unprepared to defend.

boom! ! !

The Wolf God braked abruptly, raising his hands to his chest, but was still knocked away by the giant hand. The crisp sound of armor and bones breaking could be clearly heard amidst the chanting of thousands of arms.

Horus, who had just realized what was happening, opened his mouth, his eyes trembling, and a somewhat comical sound of surprise rang out.

[You don't need to...be so loyal to him?]

But the Wolf God was probably unable to respond to him. As the billowing dust dissipated, blood trickled from the Wolf God's mouth. He slumped to the ground, his head hanging low, with a large hole in his chest, from which blood gushed out like a stream.

The Wolf God's eyes were half-closed, the light in them dim, as if he were dead.

[Is this how you expect your child to risk their life for you?]

Even the previously silent Guilliman smirked. With another wave of his hand, several giant arms entangled the two Horus. Horus was no match for Guilliman to begin with, and the Wolf God would normally need to be on guard, but now that he was severely injured and unconscious, Guilliman didn't have to worry about him. Although Guilliman wanted to take the opportunity to finish off the Wolf God, the crackling explosions from the thousands of arms in front of him forced him to be extremely vigilant, facing the human lord who had regained his senses.

Flames of gold and black flickered, burning out from the dense jungle of blue arms. [Guilliman]'s pupils swayed as he felt an immense pain coursing through his psionic link to his soul.

"This is the Primarch's mission—otherwise, why would I have created you?"

A faint, amused voice came from amidst the crackling of sparks. [Guilliman]'s lips twitched as he realized that the psionic creatures he had summoned had been defeated. Their muscular arms, tangled together, suddenly went limp after a few twitches. Then, the man pushed aside the drooping arms and slowly walked out.

The emperor's eyes were golden, but for some reason, a black star was spreading out from the deepest part of his golden eyes.

[Killiman]'s breath hitched as he felt a familiar presence emanating from him—a sense of oppression that this playful old man had never given him before. The cold-blooded king subconsciously glanced at the being on the golden throne, and what made him uneasy was that the two monsters' struggles were becoming increasingly obvious.

Could it be that his father was resurrected in another version of his destiny?

[Guilliman] took a half step back imperceptibly, his sword relentlessly following the Emperor's direction, increasingly convinced that this might be the truth.

"Am I a good father who enjoys spending time with a dozen or so troubled children's families?"

The Lord of Mankind smiled and said that no one noticed the trembling of his fingers hidden behind his back. He still stood there, his long hair, mixed with gray hair, flying in the wind. His mere presence gave his enemies a great sense of oppression.

He heard another version of himself roar and scream—it was truly horrific. The other version of himself was probably nearly insane, at least according to the Emperor. As soon as he stepped off the Golden Throne, the other version of himself would immediately begin his ascension to godhood—to become the Dark Lord, unless something interrupted him.

Guilliman felt his initial wariness recede, but he still didn't intend to speak with the Emperor. The more he talked to such a being, the more dangerous it would be. Guilliman knew all too well just how high the Emperor's intelligence had reached.

Blue, ocean-like psionic energy gathered beneath his feet once more, surging endlessly, pattering against his armor with a soft rustling sound.

A myriad of melancholic chants echoed among the blue psionic energy, carrying alluring temptations and persuasions—but Guilliman had no intention of using the tricks and illusions that the Tzeentch faction excelled at; using these skills in front of the Emperor would be tantamount to shooting himself in the foot.

He had no choice but to launch a direct attack. Guilliman believed that his accumulated psionic power over the past ten thousand years was enough to fight an Emperor, even though another Emperor was currently doing his best to interfere with him.

Those dark, desperate, and constantly shrieking souls crawled up Guilliman's psionic domain from the highest heavens. They tore at the blue sea in agony, preferring to drown there. Black blood seeped from beneath the azure surface, making Guilliman feel dizzy and disoriented.

"A failed product".

The Emperor looked at Guilliman and spoke slowly and deliberately, his eyes shining even brighter. A circle of light formed around himself, repelling the psionic energy emanating from Guilliman.

"Your current situation is the best proof of your failure, Number Thirteen. You could have succeeded, but you chose failure yourself because of your arrogance—"

Before he could finish speaking, the blue sword wind arrived. The Emperor suddenly dodged [Guilliman]'s sword by sidestepping, followed by another sword. The swift sword wind howled, each time faster and fiercer than the last.

But the emperor only dodged, occasionally drawing his sword in the gaps between the storms as if in a provocation.

"Do you know why I chose Mortarion? A loser in your eyes, a pretentious primitive, a Primarch whom I myself admit is inferior to you, why was he the one I chose?"

Guilliman's breath hitched—he was now certain that the former Emperor had descended upon this place.

But the Primarch remained silent, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. Each thrust of his sword was more ferocious than the last, and the dense psionic energy that had formed a tangible barrier crashed down, only to be dispelled by the soft golden light once again.

“I told Mortalian more crucial, more hidden information, enough to determine the true course of fate, but I never told you, Guilliman—I know you will learn the truth from Tzeentch, but you will never get to the heart of the real deal.”

One sword strike! Radiant blue psionic energy surged like bursting bird feathers, leaving a shallow bloodstain on the Emperor's cheek. [Guilliman]'s face was ashen, only his wide-open eyes were visible.

“I think you only know that two destinies eventually merge, but you don’t know the key to the merging of destinies, or why they merge—but I think you’ve guessed part of it. Yes, this is the bet between me and Tzeentch, but you’ve never found the real answer. You’re not smart enough.”

The Emperor narrowed his eyes, curving them slightly. What appeared to be a smile was, in [Killiman's] eyes, like a death knell.

"Yes, this is a gamble between me and Tzeentch. This entire destiny is a gamble between me and Him. Everything else is just a chip on the table. The winner will only emerge from between me and Tzeentch. You are just a temporary puppet that I chose because I was too lazy to do my job."

[Nonsense!!!]

[Guilliman] roared. His swordsmanship was superb, and coupled with his skillful psionic abilities, if it weren't for the fact that his sword was thrusting straight at the Emperor again and again, the Emperor would have applauded him.

But the emperor did not speak; he simply continued to speak.

“Aren’t you curious about how I’m going to beat Tzeentch, Killieman? After all, he’s my real enemy.”

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"Angron!!!"

The woman's cries echoed across the wasteland, which was filled with all sorts of liquids, and snake scales slithered across the clods of earth, making a rustling sound.

"Angron!!!"

Mrs. Psyche looked into the distance and saw countless bomb guns aimed at her immediately. The resentful World Eaters stared at the Great Demon Abomination like a pack of wolves. She immediately "obediently" raised her arms and moved to the side, revealing Loka Oririan beside her with her eyes closed and tears streaming down her face.

“I received a message from my friend to come and take Angron away.”

Lady Psyche hissed, flicking her snake tongue. Her purple eyes were fixed on the furious Angron. At the feet of the Lord of Red Sand, the monstrous creature, resembling a human pig, was panting heavily. Lady Psyche bet he was enjoying himself.

Angron gave a wary and questioning look. Lady Psyche blinked, and Luo Jia beside her spoke. This Primarch, who had been out of the public eye for so long, finally appeared in everyone's sight. She was covered with scriptures, and her white-gray armor was as dull as if it had been stored for ten thousand years.

+Angron...this is our father's plan, let him go. +

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Guilliman gritted his teeth and swung his sword again and again, the wind of the sword like rain, but the Emperor did not attack, he just dodged and did not give Guilliman any chance at all.

"The answer is still Mortalian-Killiman. You see, I ultimately chose him. Do you know why? Do you know what you lack compared to him?"

The gleaming blue [Guilliman] abruptly stopped his sword strike. He looked at the Emperor and spoke slowly and deliberately.

[It doesn't matter. I am the true master of the Empire. Mortarion is nothing but a defeated foe—you merely tried to provoke me, Emperor, but you failed.]

[Guilliman] blinked, and a blue psionic storm arose. Behind him, [Horus], who was stealthily rushing towards the Golden Throne, flew out.

"what,"

The emperor blinked, showing no sign of annoyance at the failure of his plan.

"It's a pity you found out."

"But you seem to be wary of the wrong thing."

The Emperor slowly curled a smile at the corner of his mouth. He saw [Guilliman] suddenly open his eyes wide and turn around—there, the Wolf God, who had finally crawled over, had already grasped the sword.

When—when did he go?!

[Guilliman] suddenly turned around to try to stop him, but the Emperor in front of him suddenly burst into golden light, as if determined to hold [Guilliman] back. At the same time, the Emperor's voice that annoyed [Guilliman] rang out again.

“You see—that’s why I chose Mortarian—because he’s like me in that he knows who the real backup plan should be entrusted to.”

The Wolf God gripped the sword tightly, letting its long, sharp bone spikes pierce through his palm. His blood flowed down the scarlet bone spikes, and the wind it stirred up scraped away pieces of flesh from the Primarch's bare face like knives.

This was the Emperor's true order: to fake his death and then come to draw his sword.

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"Motalian?"

Mrs. Psyche asked tremulously, her psychic energy ripples struggling to penetrate the star field disturbed by the Star God. The Star God's pressure was getting closer, and she was already feeling breathless.

“Karas and Vox have disappeared, but I’ve already picked up Angron—don’t worry, he can’t escape. I’ll be there soon. You… hang in there.”

+Wait a minute...+

Mrs. Psyche's trembling suddenly stopped.

"You won't die before me, will you, Old Mo?"

+……+

That's probably how it will be.

+You are the final step, Herrera…We've waited so long for this step, it was a promise we made. +

"***"

Mrs. Psyche muttered a few curses under her breath, then blinked and viciously fired a few more shots at Angron, who was bound hand and foot by psionic chains, to prevent him from waking up.

"I know I know,"

Slaanesh clicked his tongue.

“He’s dead, Vox is also going to die, Karas is probably dead too, and now you’re preparing to die as well—well, whatever, I’ll go after you in a bit.”

Chapter 873 [315] The Loser Bites the Dust!

Long, sharp bone spurs were deeply embedded in the flesh, the scarlet thorns piercing the palm and penetrating the back of the hand, rising and falling as if coming to life with the slight trembling of the original body.

Blood gushed from the wound, flowing like a stream, only to be absorbed by the scarlet longsword in an instant.

The Wolf God trembled, his eyes bloodshot, clinging desperately to the sword—

The other hybrid of Emperor and Tzeentch was as large as a small mountain. Shepherd had to stand in a comical posture on the armrest of the golden throne, pressed against the two lumps of flesh that were rising and falling against each other. His chest wound, pierced by Guilliman, was pressed against the ominous monster, and he felt an unbearable, piercing pain surging in from the wound, gnawing at his soul.

Such pain was enough to kill someone outright, or to render a powerful Primarch unconscious, but the Wolf God simply gripped the sword tightly, straining his arms as if his life's goal was to pull out that sword.

A massive wave of psionic energy roared out as the sword trembled slightly, almost knocking the Wolf God back—the spiritual sea roared, and the blue monsters that obeyed [Guilliman]'s commands were overturned and thrown into the unfathomable distance.

[You'll die if you do this!!!]

【Guilliman】 roared with a ferocious expression. The Primarch was no longer able to stop the Wolf God. The surging psionic energy crashed into this traitor from ten thousand years ago. The force was so great that it was not only enough to blow the Primarch away, but also enough to exhaust the Primarch's golden hair strand by strand and blow it away.

On the other side, the Lord of Man, who was standing next to [Guilliman], was still unsteady on his feet. His black hair, mixed with white hair, was flying wildly in the hurricane. The Emperor staggered and seemed about to fly out—then crash heavily into [Horus].

[I know you want to win—I can negotiate! Horus!! Release that sword—you will unleash two demons!!! Either one is enough to destroy humanity and the Empire!!!]

【Guilliman】spread his arms, looked at the Wolf God, and shouted hoarsely. His eyes burst forth with light, and countless blue ribbon-like shadows fell down, but were once again blown away by the huge storm that rose from the golden throne. Countless phantom hands of fate reached down, but hesitated to attack the mountain of flesh that was gradually rising on the golden throne.

[Power, money—or do you want the noose around your father's neck?! Horus—if we join forces, I can give you anything—release your hand!!!]

The Wolf God's pupils trembled for a moment, but he knew there was no turning back once the arrow was released. Blood seeped from his clenched teeth, and the Wolf God felt as if the spinal cord sword in his hand weighed as much as a giant mountain.

Countless chants and illusions rushed toward the Wolf God, instantly casting a shadow over the original body's pupils. The Wolf God's pupils contracted, as if he had fallen into a deeper illusion.

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+Let's gamble—Lord of Mankind, hehehe. +