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

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The Emperor blinked, spread his arms, and the moment the two Primarchs saw him, his expression changed from blank to smiling, as if welcoming the two Primarchs who were walking towards him. His Horus grinned at him with a warm smile, while the other Horus visibly flinched for a moment.

It was as if I had seen a potato start talking.

Neither Primarch's armor was exactly clean; the smell of gunpowder and blood clung to their armor and furs. Escaping the pursuit of [Fenus] was no easy task, even with the help of wolves and eagles.

"Welcome—I think you all fully understand the true purpose of this trip."

The Wolf God pulled the clearly resistant nameless Horus to sit beside the Lord of Man. The nameless man almost screamed and jumped up; he had clearly never seen such a... such a human-like emperor.

He saw a more approachable person, someone who seemed capable of smiling, someone who didn't appear to be able to use spiritual pressure to force his offspring to kneel down at any moment.

[Saint-Gilles] Above, this is terrifying.

“I am satisfied with what you have achieved, my son, but now is not the time for a celebration. Time is of the essence, and I need to talk to you about the next steps.”

Horus nodded.

This is what I should do; in reality, I didn't put in much effort.

The Emperor raised his hand, interrupting Horus's modesty. After being interrupted, the wolf god seemed to realize that his words were inappropriate, so he fell silent. The Emperor gave him an approving look, and then turned his gaze to the nameless Horus.

Upon seeing an emperor with a gentle smile and a more serene demeanor looking at him, the nameless man almost cried out. He struggled with all his might to keep from trembling, as if seeing a lustful [Angron] was utterly impossible.

“I can see you are shocked—I understand you perfectly, Horus Lupecal. I know of the evil deeds of another version of myself, or rather, that is not me, but a version of myself corrupted by the Warp. Any soul deeply bound to the Warp will fall or go mad, and in gaining power from the High Heavens, it will bestow madness upon you.”

"And another version of myself..."

The light in the emperor's eyes was obscure and difficult to discern. A cruel light familiar to the nameless man flashed across the emperor's eyes, but the next moment, the man in front of him reverted to his amiable middle-aged appearance.

“I think he has been completely corrupted—a certain name was coined, which completely altered the subspace and corrupted him.”

The nameless Horus swallowed hard. He looked at the Lord of Mankind and asked a perplexing question.

[Forgive my offense… Lord of Mankind, who has earned my temporary respect, according to you, becoming the ruler of mankind would lead to their corruption by the Warp… then why are you unharmed?]

Horus did not cite Guilliman as an example because he believed that Guilliman had gone mad, or that Number Thirteen had never been quite normal from the beginning, but none of them had noticed. Later, Macurag's life further transformed that madman into a human being.

The emperor winked playfully.

"Because I have abdicated early and am no longer the ruler of mankind."

That's not the truth. The truth is that the fallen archangel Saint Gilles, who received half of the dark essence of the Lord of Mankind, was imprisoned on Baal until Hades revived and personally devoured his evil.

Horus, who was listening nearby, quietly clenched his fist, then relaxed it again, unsure of how to react. The emperor would always remind you from time to time what kind of person he really was.

[Is this the biggest difference between you two?]

"In fact,"

The Lord of Mankind raised a hand.

“I think my other self would definitely make a similar choice—to leave. But what determines whether this will succeed is not the past or the present, but the future. In the future, he will have already fallen halfway to become the King of Darkness, so his decision to step down is destined to fail.”

[So you mean that what has happened will definitely happen again because it has already happened in the future, so no matter what choices or changes are made in the past and present, it will eventually happen?]

The nameless Horus wore a strange expression, while the Emperor calmly nodded.

"This is the fate determined by the subspace... once proven, forever proven; once existing, forever existing. The subspace has no concept of time, so when something happens in the physical world, its projection in the subspace already exists in the past and future."

The existence of the Black King directly influenced the personality and decision-making of another [Emperor].

The Emperor thought to himself, he already had a certain guess about the existence of the Dark Lord, and how Tzeentch had driven his other self into madness. The Lord of Change did not know the key name that had elevated the Emperor to the position of Dark Lord.

Otherwise, Tyrant would probably have hired a choir to sing hymns composed in his name every day under the Emperor's bedroom window.

The only one who truly knows most of the secrets of this galaxy... is probably that uninvited visitor from Barbarossa.

It would be more in line with Tzeentch's desire to amuse himself by having him change fate and let it slip away—after all, in the Warp, names truly have magic.

The Emperor thought that this deduction did not stir much emotion in his heart. In his own destiny, Hades was saved by him and Tzeentch together. However, fate began to turn in his favor. If Tzeentch had set up a trap for Hades from the beginning, then fate would indeed have turned directly.

The nameless Horus remained silent, lost in thought. Now he seemed to understand the attitude of the vampire Saint Gilles.

Perhaps the vampires glimpsed something in the future of the warp, which is why they have always maintained a negative attitude.

The nameless man took a deep breath, and finally, he looked directly into the emperor's eyes, only to see a gentle, encouraging smile—was this the same gaze he was looking at his other self? Perhaps the nameless man understood why his other self so revered such a monarch.

If it were him, if it were the Emperor at his peak, under such encouraging and expectant gaze, the nameless Horus would probably also willingly offer his loyalty, perhaps even more so than his feelings for any other human or legion.

A human lord, radiating golden light, smiling gently at the original body...

The nameless man felt a moment of disorientation, then he blinked, pulling himself out of that inexplicable feeling—he found it strange, as the nameless man would never have such thoughts under normal circumstances, but when facing this human lord, the thought of loyalty involuntarily arose, like low-level code written in a program, like the tears that flow when a human looks at the sun for the first time.

Once upon a time, perhaps when he was still young and studying on Terra, Horus may have also harbored such thoughts about the Emperor. However, during his subsequent studies on Terra, the Emperor, through his own efforts, managed to wash away these thoughts from the Nameless One.

The nameless man abruptly stopped himself from thinking. He now had only one thought: to storm Terra and behead Robert—the cold-blooded king had already pointed his sword at him, so Horus needed no further restraint. He knew Guilliman's character well; if he didn't resist, death was inevitable.

For Horus, this was originally a dead end, but now the appearance of the Emperor on another destiny path has given him a glimmer of hope.

The nameless Horus took another deep breath, averting his gaze and trying his best not to look at the man who seemed to be glowing in his eyes (perhaps the Emperor really was physically glowing at that moment).

He raised one hand in a gesture.

[I see……]

Horus spoke slowly.

[I think you don't need to treat me like this. This battle concerns the survival and honor of me and the Legion—even more than that. I will do my best.]

“I see that. Your determination and choice are gratifying, Lupecar.”

The Emperor spoke calmly, but the Nameless One felt goosebumps rise on his skin. An Emperor praising him—Horus would rather see an abstinent Angron, or be drugged and dragged to Slaanesh's bed by Angron.

This is far more terrifying than an "emperor" who casually calls him a piece of trash.

Horus raised his hand and then lowered it with a slight tremor.

So what is the plan?

He frowned and asked seriously.

[The entire subspace passage into and out of the solar system is under heavy guard, and the two stable ports, Uranus and Neptune, are heavily guarded by 'Killiman'—do you really have a way to...?]

The emperor remained calm and nodded.

"I have my own way,"

He says,

"The army will enter the solar system through the stargate from Pluto, but after that—until they stand on the land of Terra—I will be unable to help you, for I will use all my psionic power to accomplish this."

"And after arriving in Terra—"

The emperor stared intently at the two Horus.

“Ruth, the Khan, and I will hold off Guilliman and his army. I only ask you to do one thing, which will be the key to victory. Our current army is no match for Guilliman’s legion.”

[do what?]

The nameless man asked in surprise. The emperor turned to look at him, his eyes burning with golden flames.

“Draw that sword,”

He says,

"Release another me and Tzeentch—only then can fate have a final answer."

As Neos spoke, a whisper filled with a faint sense of death suddenly rang in his ears. The Emperor couldn't help but smile. It was a message from Makado: [Motalion] had finally surrendered.

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[Main Fate Line]

【now】

"not good."

Makado's face suddenly darkened. Beside him stood Death, his face equally dark, and the First Rebel, who seemed resigned to death. Meanwhile, Fugen and Finus had just caught up with the old man's psionic leap.

As for Hades, he is still shipping in the physical world (Necromantic logistics), and he will automatically close the Dark Domain once it arrives.

[What's wrong? ]

[Motalian]'s hoarse voice rang out, sounding like a corpse's cough because his throat had been slit by another version of himself.

"Nios, how dare you do this?!"

Makado ignored the Primarch's words and, with a dark face, shouted curses at the other end. The old man was so angry he almost jumped up.

"You can't do this! You damned madman—it's impossible! I won't allow you to do this! You want to kill the Empire?!"

"..."

"Don't tell me it's just necessary losses! Do you know what that means?! What if you fail?! Can you please stop with your ridiculous ideas?!"

Makado cursed loudly, but it was clear that the other party had unilaterally shut down communications.

"grass!!!"

The old man was so angry he was almost red-faced, but he didn't have time to curse the Emperor. He quickly used his psionic powers to contact Guilliman, who was on another battlefield at the moment.

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+Killiman!+

A loud shout exploded in the king's ears, but the blue-helmeted king had no time to pay attention. The wind, mixed with gunpowder smoke, swept away the blood on his cheek. He gritted his teeth and took a few steps back. The sword from the cold-blooded king barely grazed his chest. In Guilliman's eyes, he saw his own self smiling.

For some reason, Guilliman always felt that his other self wasn't as strong as he had imagined—of course, he could certainly fight Guilliman to a standstill, but Guilliman knew that he wasn't the strongest Primarch in single combat; he was more inclined towards strategy.

But can his other self fight him to a standstill? Is his other self also weak in one-on-one combat?

Guilliman was filled with thoughts, his blue eyes swirling with ideas. Golden light shimmered around him, and several times, Guilliman could clearly feel time slowing down. The Ultramarines around him seemed to be fighting in slow motion, but he and the Cold-Blooded King were unaffected. The two Primarchs had already left afterimages.

+Killiman—Your good father needs to borrow Pluto!+

Makado shouted in an annoyed voice, and Killieman felt his thoughts freeze for a moment. He didn't quite understand the meaning of the sentence, which made his reaction a beat slow.

A blinding flash of light erupted not far in front of Guilliman's face, and sparks from the clashing swords splashed onto his face, causing Guilliman to squint.

I don't understand, you spellcaster.

Your father wants to swap Pluto in two of his fate lines—so that his troops can enter the local solar system!

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

Wait—wait a minute?!

Guilliman felt a dazzling display of fireworks explode before his eyes, the whole world began to spin, and he immediately realized the price this would come at—

Yes, Neos, you've stormed the enemy's stronghold, but what's the price?

Pluto is one of only two stable ports in the solar system and is also the location of the Star Language Court of the entire empire. Now you want to put the enemy's bright blue Pluto into the solar system.

But what's the price?

Killieman felt a dull pain in his chest, followed by a metallic taste in his mouth. His other self looked at him in astonishment as Killieman coughed up blood.

At the same time, within the solar system, that tiny star began to twinkle.

Chapter 850 [292] One Emperor, Two Guillimans Break Through Defense

Another Fate Line

Yes, your solar system's defenses are impregnable, [Killiman].

The brilliant blue sunlight shone down, enveloping every corner of the solar system. From the perspective of the subspace, the entire solar system was a vast expanse of blue, filled with countless messages, whispers, deceptions, prayers, and prophecies. Every strand of psychic energy was imbued with information and knowledge, and every grain of text was whispering secrets. The solar system seemed to have become a monster composed of billions of twisted and writhing nematodes of text.

This is the empire built by Robert Guilliman under the Tzeentch system.

The emperor raised his eyes, and beneath his loose black hair, his originally dark brown eyes now shone brightly.

He could see the tiny mechanisms [Guilliman] had set up, the subtle and intricate gaps, the interconnected layout like a puzzle; the Primarch, who loved change, would naturally leave what he considered to be "reasonable gaps."

The emperor blinked with a sigh, which reminded him of Tzeentch. The Demon Lord of Change was also such a being, who would set up coincidences one after another in the long river of time and fate, until nine and nine coincidences combined to form a joke of fate.

But the Emperor was never fooled by such tricks—even though Tzeentch repeatedly promised him a miracle for every nine victories, Neos clearly disdained it, and perhaps only his rigid offspring would believe the words uttered by the blue beast.

Emperors never stooped to such petty tricks.

When facing Tzeentch, repeatedly trying to decipher his riddles will only exhaust one's mental energy and lead to a kind of emotional and spiritual madness in the chain of conspiracies. Therefore, the way to break through and truly win is neither to answer Tzeentch's riddles in a rigid manner nor to try to deceive him.

The way to truly rival the Tzeentch Chaos Puzzles is to punch them in the face, kick these inhuman creatures to the ground, jump up and smash your fists into their faces like crazy. The key to solving everything lies in this: you must unexpectedly slap them with the most overwhelming violence, preventing them from finding a solution to the current situation from their endless array of contingencies in a short period of time.

In short, just fight.

The golden flames in the eyes of the Lord of Mankind burned fiercely. He stretched out his hand, as if piercing through billions of stars, palm facing upward, and clenched it slightly. In the chaotic currents of the subspace, the phantom of that lonely and unique planet seemed to have appeared in his eyes.