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

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Pluto.

He intends to swap the Plutos of the two fate lines—as a first step in probing the merging of the two fate lines, and also as an alarm bell to warn Tzeentch.

At the same time, Pluto under his command will begin to spread the gospel throughout this chaotic galaxy, a voice that is truly enough to awaken those numb people.

At this point, some kids might ask—like a certain Guilliman coughing up blood on the front lines—"If you swap Pluto with us, aren't you afraid that Pluto will spread the Chaos faith to our empire and cause chaos in the solar system?"

Yes, brother, of course.

But the emperor knew that the losses would be far less than those inflicted on the enemy. There are no winners in war; it's always a contest of who loses less.

What's more... what makes Neos so fearless is that at this very moment, the Netherworld's internal affairs forces stationed in the solar system will be cut off from all contact with the outside world as soon as Pluto on the Chaos Line is replaced.

The Tzeentchrysiliman faith on Chaos Pluto does not have a corresponding position in the main destiny line, thus its power is greatly diminished.

At this very moment, within the current chaotic destiny line, the Lord of Humanity is truly standing here.

The golden light in the Emperor's eyes burned ever brighter—the Lord of Humanity would not explain any of the above reasons to his offspring, firstly because it was unnecessary, secondly because his offspring would not understand, and thirdly…

Perhaps Neos simply wanted their battle to progress faster, without considering much else.

The battle on this front must be decided as soon as possible so that it can provide support to the other front.

Above the stars, the asteroid shimmered, its gravitational field shifted dramatically, and the satellite station surrounding it was torn apart by the immense force. In subspace, the planet, which had been radiating a dazzling blue light, suddenly found itself surrounded by a void, pitch black, as if it had been forcibly isolated from this spacetime.

Neos slowly clenched his open hand, as if he were holding the asteroid in his fist.

Then, a burst of golden light erupted!

A massive shockwave swept across the galaxy, shattering countless fleets heading towards Pluto. Countless meteorites were thrown apart, launched like bullets, and pierced through the space stations tossed about in the giant waves. A shrill scream exploded from that point, causing the entire galaxy to seem to be plunged into a brief tinnitus.

In a daze, he vaguely heard the message contained in that shrill shriek—

+++Praise the Emperor! ! +++

Inside Terra Gardens, [Guilliman] suddenly stood up, knocking over the tea set in front of him. The tea set fell to the ground, scattering like silver bells, and hot tea spilled everywhere. But the Primarch paid no heed to this. He stared intently at the location of Pluto, blood flowing from his ears and eyes.

There, through Terra's azure sky, the Primarch's gaze revealed a crater like shattered glass, a massive, blinding, and nauseating pale gold shrouding the planet, with countless tiny dots, like an ant colony, neatly surrounding Pluto.

[Guilliman] roared for the first time, almost losing his composure, stretching out his hand as if he couldn't understand what the Emperor was doing—did he abandon his own empire?! Had the Lord of Humanity considered that this move would be impossible to resolve? Did the Lord of Humanity have no intention of caring about the empire and army in his own destiny?!

Oh, right, he's the Lord of Humanity!!!

[Is he insane?!!!!]/[Is he insane?!!!!]

On the other side, Guilliman dodged the next attack with a roar. Although most of the victorious army around him did not know what their Primarch was in pain, although it was undignified, and although it was not an emotion that a rational monarch should show, Guilliman still shouted these words from the bottom of his heart.

Although he had just finished drafting the "Defense Plan 0.03 Regarding Pluto's Sudden Rebellion and Transformation into the Chaos Tzeentch Faith" amidst the enemy's rain of swords and sent it to Terra headquarters, confirming that Terra had received the plan.

But Guilliman's soul and emotions had clearly not caught up with his reason—this was the Emperor, his good father, the good monarch of the empire. Guilliman felt a balloon full of needles swell in his chest and eventually burst.

*****!

Guilliman, unusually, started cursing in his mind, and incidentally revised and supplemented the defense draft to version 0.09. He also awkwardly dodged the sword of the cold-blooded [Guilliman] opposite him by bending over backward. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but Guilliman felt that the psionic energy on his opposite side had weakened, as if the signal was bad.

But this illusion was quickly dispelled by Guilliman. The Primarch was not a receiver of signals, but a base station that continuously released psionic energy and faith. Guilliman swung his sword, expecting it to be blocked—and as he expected, it was indeed blocked.

Guilliman revised his defense draft to version 1.05. The major change in this version was his decision to increase the proportion of Martian Mechanicus support. He then received a reply from Terra, expressing gratitude to a dark entity that he could not currently imagine was billions of times more reliable than the Emperor. The most urgent messages were delivered more quickly.

Guilliman, once again taking advantage of the rare opportunity, joined Makado in cursing the Lord of Man during the psionic communication—clearly, the two people who disliked each other had reached a supreme understanding and trust at this moment, all thanks to a certain inhuman Neos.

Killieman changed the draft to version 1.11.

Guilliman once again conceived the idea that "the other Guilliman's psionic energy is waning," as if his signal source was no longer providing him with energy.

This time, he didn't rush to deny the hypothesis. He frowned and carefully observed the actions of his other self. Although Guilliman felt a huge anger rising in his chest due to the Emperor's actions, he still believed that he had enough observation and rationality to judge and issue the right orders on the battlefield.

Indeed, he observed the gradually weakening blue—though the degree was subtle, it was undeniable that the power was beginning to fade, like a stream without a source.

Killieman changed the draft to version 2.00.

Everything changed after Macardo told him about the Emperor's actions—Guilliman began to suspect that the Emperor had indeed done something in the other world that directly affected the battlefield where he was now, but he was emotionally unwilling to give any positive evaluation of the Emperor's actions, so Guilliman put the idea aside for the time being and focused on facing his enemy.

Killieman changed the draft to version 2.09.

As his enemy slowly weakened, he inevitably began to slide into a trough. At the same time, like an ever-evolving artificial intelligence, every move his enemy made provided him with data for evolution and change. While observing his other self, Robert Guilliman's control over his own psionic powers also increased.

He had held a pen for too long, and picking up a sword again felt unfamiliar to him—but that didn't mean he wasn't good at fighting.

Imitating his alter ego, Guilliman tried to make his psionic powers more offensive. He imagined himself standing on a golden land, with holy golden light pouring down from above. His wounded offspring instantly forgot their pain under the golden light, while he stood angrily among the Ultramarines, wielding his sword that burned with golden flames.

As the blue light dimmed, the golden light began to shine.

His eyes gleamed with gold, revealing the most essential luster in the eyes of this hardworking and selfless king—a gaze that yearned to fight for humanity for a lifetime, a light of toil without complaint, and an idealistic light that, even after recognizing the rubbish of this galaxy, was still willing to burn itself to illuminate it.

A guy who has been knocked down countless times by life, by war, by empire, by galaxy, by brothers, by father, but still chooses to believe and work.

Killieman changed the draft to version 3.03.

Guilliman looked at his other self, and the moment their eyes met, he realized that the battle was over. As if by some prophecy, a faint golden light began to fall from the sky, shining on the fighter jets that were fighting each other through the smoke and clouds in the air, and also on every soldier.

Did victory come so easily?

Guilliman was surprised; his other self shouldn't be so weak. But he still swung his sword, which was engulfed in raging golden flames. He slashed straight at the Cold-Blooded King, and as the Cold-Blooded King's sword was cut in half by his sword, his sword remained at the same speed and the blade was still incredibly sharp—slashing straight through.

throat!!!

Blood splattered onto Killieman's stunned face, his handsome features now covered in blood, as if he still couldn't believe how easily it had happened.

Opposite him, the cold-blooded king blocked the attack with his arm guards, but the sword still severed his left arm. The severed left arm spun in the air, with the cold-blooded king, holding the broken sword, retreating in a sorry state in the background.

Guilliman, of course, would not let this opportunity pass him by. He chased after him and raised his sword high once more.

You lost.

He blurted out those words without thinking, but then he saw another version of himself reveal a wicked smile amidst his panicked expression. Guilliman suddenly realized something—a discordant tone, yet the most likely answer at that moment.

The battle just now has already confirmed Guilliman's conjecture.

[You're definitely not as strong as him, Guilliman.]

"The Primarch beneath Guilliman's sword spoke," Guilliman's sword, burning with blazing golden flames, had already cleaved his neck. The initial spurts of blood from the wound froze in mid-air. Guilliman's eyes trembled, and before the head resembling his own could spin, his voice rang out.

You are Alpha Reis.

The head spun through the air, blood splattering everywhere. Just as it turned to face Killieman, Killieman saw the cunning smile of someone whose lie had been exposed.

[You've discovered it.]

Guilliman felt his hands trembling—another version of himself had altered his brother's soul, mind, and appearance; it was so blasphemous and absurd, so evil, that it made Guilliman shudder.

Killieman changed the draft to version 3.04.

Amidst a golden expanse that seemed to fall to the earth, Guilliman remembered raising his sword high, its blade ablaze with golden flames, like a golden banner fluttering in the wind, as he brandished it with both sword and hand.

Evil will ultimately be vanquished! Fight! Fight! My warriors!!!

The overwhelming blue ocean responded to him, and Killieman felt himself shine even brighter—

It was a strange feeling, a feeling that I was shining from the inside out, but that's how it is. Robert Guilliman was shining. He was like a huge, golden light bulb, constantly showering his warriors with the light and heat, virtue and glory, perseverance and dignity, ideals and diligence from his soul, and on everyone who was willing to believe in humanity and fight for it.

Robert Guilliman felt as if he had grown a little larger, and the light in his eyes shone a little brighter—even though his heart was still bleeding because of the Emperor's actions.

Killieman revised the draft to version 3.05 and urged Macardo to quickly bring Hades to join them.

Chapter 851 [293] Neos Doesn't Deserve Sympathy

[madman……]

Beneath the calm, azure sea lay a raging fury and bewilderment. The king, who had been resting in the garden, rose, his anger palpable, and a delicate teacup fell and shattered at his feet.

Robert Guilliman looked up at the starry sky. Billions of orders had been issued, and his troops and defenses were in a state of emergency. Blood seeped from the Primarch's teeth as he subconsciously clenched them.

Madman! That damned Lord of Humanity!

The sound of a cloak tearing through the air rang out, and the king hurried away from the idyllic garden, leaving only the melodious chirping of birds in the treetops.

He will make them pay a bloody price. The moment [Killiman] was replaced on Pluto, he understood what was going on—the other side never thought about the future; those lunatics just wanted to smash the gambling table and force all the players out of the game.

[Killiman] rarely faces an enemy so thoroughly insane.

But he will make them pay the price; he will make them bleed enough before he smashes the gambling table.

Above Terra, the sun, its interior deathly pale and its edges burning with a pale blue light, remained silent.

................................................

Are you alright, Father?

Ruth's psionic projection flickered intermittently. In front of the psionic projection, a slightly tired man was kneeling on the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Still alive,"

The ship began to rock violently, the entire vessel undergoing a subspace transition from the physical world. Sensing this, Neos couldn't help but smile, revealing his neat white teeth.

Violent and chaotic warp currents pounded against the ships that had forcibly relocated out of the warp. On the outer decks of those ships that were half-detached from the heavens, the warp currents were like thousands of shapeless hands, futilely trying to hold back these giant ships.

But the faint golden light dispelled them. At the anchor point in the physical world, the abruptly relocated Pluto was spinning. Although the space station and orbital cannons in its planetary orbit were shattered by the immense force of the migration, the planet itself remained intact.

The psionic whispers from countless tractors emanated from Pluto, the planet of the Imperium, calming the raging warp currents like a stabilizing force. The Cthulhu Gate slowly opened, guiding the fleets navigating the warp towards the blue star system.

Above the layers of candles, the great bell, engraved with the prayers of the divine emperor, rang out. The choir, whose eyes were covered with strips of cloth containing the prayers, took a deep breath and then raised their voices. Their voices, imbued with spiritual power, spread out in layers, purifying the pale blue sunlight that fell on Pluto.

"We don't have much time, break through as quickly as possible—Russ, the rest is up to you."

[We will not fail in our mission! Father!]

Ruth saluted, and then the shattered warp projection vanished completely with a hum. The Primarch, whose communication had been cut off, remained silent for a moment. In fact, the overall commander of this Terran offensive was Chagatai Khan, but due to the Emperor's temporary Pluto swap operation, Khan chose to refuse to communicate with the Emperor for a short period of time.

Thus, the wolf king became the bridge of communication.

Of course, these emperors were unaware of this.

Nios wiped the last trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. He stood up, his body swaying slightly, but after taking thirteen deep breaths, he closed his eyes and then opened them again. The teetering golden flames reappeared in his dark brown eyes.

He and Pluto need to hold out until the last ship of the fleet enters the solar system.

The Emperor raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the chaotic light of the warp, and saw the blue army that was gathering. The Lord of Mankind was even a little astonished. Could Guilliman on his side have gathered such an army?

Countless fleets are heading towards their location, and on Terra, the sheer number of orbital cannons and space defense stations is staggering. From Pluto, the outermost planet of the solar system, to Terra, which is heavily guarded, there is still a distance that seems like a celestial road.

His children will have to walk this path on their own.

The Emperor, standing atop the golden altar, reached out once more, and a sword ablaze with golden flames appeared from the deck from below, finally resting against the Lord of Humanity's hand. His black hair flew wildly, and the Lord of Humanity shone once more.

Pluto suddenly shone brightly, becoming the brightest star in the sky. Led by the White Scar fleet, the hastily assembled warships crossed into the subspace one after another. The towering Cthulhu Gate, like a golden galaxy descending, gilded the mottled warships with the same gold.

The Empire's fleet is advancing.

[hehe……]

A chilling laugh seemed to suddenly ring out, and the next moment, the blazing, cold-light sun at the very center of the solar system seemed to come alive—if you looked directly at that sun, you would see that it seemed to have just wriggled like a worm.

Above the pale blue to deathly white chromosphere, nine and nine solar prominences rose up, their massive arched structures twisting to form countless blue eyes, rotating and staring at the unexpected intruder.

The next moment, a violent ejection of matter erupted above the celestial sphere, and plasma, like a missile torrent, rushed into the starry sky. The entire sun was rotating at an angular velocity that was completely contrary to its usual laws, and the blue celestial sphere slowly, slowly turned around.

Above the sun, the violently erupting sunspots twisted and formed a curse and a gigantic monocular eye that pierced through the entire celestial body, turning the whole sun into a bloodshot eyeball—as if [Guilliman] himself was gazing upon his domain.

That day, the eye was fixed intently on the light emanating from the most distant, rebellious asteroid, Pluto, which was now blazing with golden flames.

A brilliant blue light shone down as the sun looked down on them, as did the entire celestial body, radiating light and heat that illuminated the entire galaxy.

The Emperor coughed up a mouthful of blood—but the Empire's fleet continued its orderly advance, seemingly unaffected. The light surrounding the Lord of Humanity dimmed for a moment before stubbornly shining again.

That’s how you play it, right?

Neos cursed inwardly, recalling the Netherworld cult arrays that Hades had personally set up on Pluto and Neptune during the Imperial engineering and infrastructure projects. Without any hesitation, the Lord of Humanity immediately relayed the order to his followers on Pluto.

Plans can't keep up with changes...

The Lord of Humanity gently closed his eyes.

Those psionic believers, who were seen as crazy by mortals, were either extremely superstitious or extremely repulsed by the voices from the Emperor and from the Warp. The believers ran wildly across the land of battle and death, their bodies burning fiercely under the blue sunlight.

The next moment, among the intricate underground defense structures of Pluto, the seven and seven hundred and seventy-seven fully charged black stone bells, which had been silent since their completion, began to vibrate slightly—and then the vibrations grew stronger.

The Emperor took a deep breath, and golden light enveloped the entire fleet—the last ship had already sailed out of warp, and the dazzling warp flames were just the last faint glow on its stern ring.

Under the command of the Khan of the steppe, the fleet is regrouping at an unimaginable speed, taking the shape of an arrow, a sharp cone. But this arrow is not as sharp as the Khan's eyes. On the outermost part of the fleet, the engineering ships of varying sizes are drifting, extremely rough.

On the Blade Storm, Chagatai, who was always low-key and out of sight of others, was silent. His hawk-like eyes were bright and thoughtful as he stared at the blue sun that was looking in their direction.

Before the impact and curse from the sun could arrive, the Great Khan remained silent, sending signals for the next step to several Primarchs—the Moon Wolves were positioned at the very center and rear of the fleet, followed by the Space Wolves on the inner side, while White Scars was at the very front of the fleet.

After a moment of contemplation, Chagatai chose to establish communication with the Emperor. Although the Primarch avoided communicating with the Lord of Mankind, he was not the kind of Primarch who would delay his mission to avoid Neos.