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

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The false emperor has been defeated.

[Killiman] curled his lips into a smile.

[And you didn't even feel anything? Right? Because he abandoned us long ago, abandoned his offspring—fearing his flesh and blood would take away his power, so when he fell, his offspring couldn't even feel it.]

[You're lying, Guilliman.]

[Fugen] said calmly,

[A great emperor will not be defeated by a clown like you.]

[Is that so? But unfortunately, everything I've said is true. If you step out of this cramped side hall, my friend, you will see the collapsed palace labyrinth. The moment you see those ruins—you will realize the truth.]

[Killiman] tilted his head and even took a small step to the side.

[Do you want to go take a look? Actually, I don't want to fight you, my brothers. I'm not that cruel false emperor.]

But before him, Fugen, who held his sword, remained motionless.

[Okay, so you chose the second option.]

【Killiman】The smile remained, but a murderous intent surged in his eyes. He calmly picked up the short sword in his hand—the flesh and blood on it were still there, uncarved.

[I think you'd be happy to see Magnus again.]

!!!

[Killiman] took a step back, dodging the sneak attack from [Fuggen]!

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[Killiman] leaped to the side, thus dodging a sudden shot from the shadows and giving up the chance to nearly decapitate the severely wounded Finus.

[who? ]

[Guilliman] asked with a smile. Before he could finish speaking, the [Ultraman]s positioned on the deck had already begun firing in that direction, and a dense hail of bullets lit up the dawn on the deck.

The person who came to kill you.

Finus, who had dodged the blow by being distracted by Guilliman, shuddered violently, which even slowed his retreat back to cover. But the voice was unmistakable; it was the voice he had heard countless times before.

【Fugen?!】

As Fernus called out that name, he felt his mental engine ignite. This person, who should never have been here, had appeared, like a dream.

However, he didn't need pain to verify whether he was dreaming. Countless penetrating wounds pierced his chest and abdomen, the metal creaking, and Finus felt the chip inside him burning.

I'm so glad we're all still alive, Gorgon.

A voice, calm yet subtly tinged with laughter, came from beside Fugen. Danteok, the last descendant of the Iron Warriors, glanced at the Primarch, blinked, and said nothing.

After escaping from the Necromancer's ship, they continued their wanderings and were fortunate enough to find a stray vessel. Fugan did not want to run away again, so they continued their journey towards the most intense part of the battlefield.

They then encountered the ships of Guilliman and Fenus, who were engaged in a chaotic battle.

【you……】

Fernus was speechless for a moment. The machine that had once smoothly handled the entire empire's affairs of state was now at a loss for what to output.

Fortunately, Guilliman's cold laugh interrupted Finus and Fugan's reminiscing and saved Finus from his silence.

[So it was Fugen... I should have remembered this sooner; I should have included you in my contingency plan for the battle against Fernus—ha, you damn best friend.]

Before the words were even finished, a group of fighter jets, under the psychic cloaking of [Guilliman], suddenly swept overhead, and a burst of intense artillery fire rushed toward the different bunkers where Fernus and Fugen were located, until the area was reduced to ruins.

But Guilliman knew the two Primarchs wouldn't die—before Fernus and Fuggen could react, the blue Primarch had already charged towards Fuggen's location with his sword drawn. He plunged into the billowing dust, his sword slicing through the thick fog, his two azure eyes shining like the morning star in the black smoke.

Saw.

Seeing the Primarch kneeling on the ground, shielding the Space Marine beside him from attack, Guilliman swung his sword directly at him, the sword energy carrying a powerful blue psionic force!

Fugen's pupils constricted, and he reflexively raised his sword to defend. The blue waves were shattered in front of the raised sword, but the residual power remained. The divided flames directly struck Fugen, and a blue ripple flashed in front of Fugen's pupils.

Ha, just a flawed product with a broken soul. Guilliman realized this, his movements fluid and graceful, and he was about to unleash his second sword strike—

But he was interrupted by a bullet from behind. Golden flames burned on his tall, iron-gray body. Fenus roared and charged forward, wielding his Broken Forge like an angry bull elephant. His speed was much faster than Guilliman had imagined.

Guilliman cursed under his breath, forced to turn around to deal with the onslaught from Phenus. Gorgon's warhammers were becoming increasingly powerful, sonic booms erupting continuously in Guilliman's ears, and the storms stirred up by the warhammers suddenly dispersed the thick fog.

[Face me—you fake Guilliman!]

Fenus roared, his eyes burning with golden flames, while behind Guilliman, Fugen, whose mind had been disturbed by Guilliman, took a deep breath, trembling as he slowly stood up. He drew his sword, casually flicked his gray hair, revealing a resolute gaze beneath.

……

Guilliman almost laughed in anger. He had never imagined such an absurd scene would unfold. He knew all too well about the sordid dealings between Finus and Fuchs, so the first thing Guilliman did after rebelling against the Emperor was to use Fuchs's serious injury to win over Finus.

His meticulously planned scheme succeeded, sparing him from facing the current situation.

But now—[Killiman] is about to vomit from disgust, only [Angron] will love this scene and want to join.

He just wanted to crush those two bugs as soon as possible, and after he had used Fenus, he wouldn't mind letting them reunite in hell.

[Guilliman] deflected [Fernus]'s warhammer with his sidesword, then gracefully stepped to the right, with Fugan's sword grazing past his left cheek behind him.

[I think I can hand you both over to Angron after this—after I've cut off your limbs.]

"Killiman" said slowly and deliberately. At the same moment, a huge burst of bright blue energy exploded around him, and the two Primarchs froze, as if in slow motion in a movie.

But Killieman's actions continued as usual.

[Guilliman] paced to the side again, walking to the two Primarchs. He raised his sword and slashed at Fenus's neck without hesitation, but at the very moment of the slash, a gray figure flashed past [Guilliman]'s eyes!

? !

Time seemed to begin flowing normally again. [Killiman] stared at the severed forearm lying on the ground, blood splattered everywhere. Fugen was panting, his hand gripping his sword.

[A great deal.]

Fugen twitched his lips. He was certain that Guilliman's sword carried some kind of psionic energy, which prevented his cut from healing and caused him excruciating pain, as if it were being scorched by flames.

Beside him, Phenus rushed over without hesitation, his body ablaze with golden flames, as dazzling as a falling golden crow. The golden flames even dispelled the blue light, burning fiercely on the deck beneath Phenus's feet and instantly spreading upwards along Fugen's helmet and boots.

[......]

If Guilliman could swear, he would probably be cursing right now. He swung his sword again, directly attacking Fernus—he could have defeated Fernus after a certain amount of time, but after dodging the whistling hammer, another sharp sword stabbed at him like a nimble snake!

Even so, Guilliman's strength was still superior to theirs, after all, Fugen was too weak—but the time it would take him to win was indefinitely extended.

In the next clash, [Guilliman], who was entangled by the two, sprinted and slid to the side. He looked up and stared directly at Fugen, who was about to swing his sword. His blue eyes flashed, and Fugen's movements suddenly froze. [Guilliman] reached out and, using the momentum, grabbed Finus's calf and pulled him to the ground.

The next moment, Guilliman suddenly stood up and swung his longsword at Fugen!

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[Killiman] swung his sword, his blade slashing deep into [Fuggen]'s neck, but stopping just short of severing his bone marrow. Blood splattered onto [Killiman]'s face, staining the marble sculpture with a bloody hue.

[Killiman] smiled and licked the blood splattered on the corner of his mouth, the immense killing intent and oppression from just moments before vanishing instantly.

He casually sheathed his sword, easily catching the silver-haired primordial collapsing backward. Gushing blood spilled onto the blue helmet, staining the azure blue helmet a deep purple.

[I'm so sorry, Finus, Fugen was injured in his fight with Peturabo.]

Standing in the hall littered with debris, cradling the dying Primarch, [Guilliman] murmured to himself. The morning sunlight bathed his face, making the Primarch's features appear even more sacred.

As Guilliman spoke, the wounds on Fugen's body began to change, becoming more like gunshot wounds.

In his hand was the short sword offered by his brother's voluntary sacrifice; in his arms lay his brother, wounded to the point of never waking up again; and on his head was the laurel wreath he had obtained by killing his father.

The morning light fell like a veil, making the smile on [Killiman]'s lips even radiate happiness.

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The golden light illuminated the twisted smile on Killieman's face.

In an instant, Fugan broke free of his psionic control. The grey-haired Primarch swung his sword with astonishing speed, deflecting Guilliman's sword, then darted past Guilliman and grabbed Fernus with the hand holding the sword.

[Dantiok—and the other enchanted warriors—run—run fast!!!]

Fugan shouted, and he subconsciously glanced at Finus. Their eyes met for a moment, and Finus seemed to understand what was flashing in Fugan's suddenly anxious eyes.

The next moment, Fenus issued his command, and his warriors, burning with golden flames, instantly collapsed to the ground as if they had vanished in an instant—one of the steel hands closest to Dantiok grabbed him, and then they disappeared together.

This is not psionic teleportation. [Guilliman] has banned psionic teleportation. The missing souls are only temporarily residing in the soul of Fernus, the temporary central hub of the Nirvana System.

[Run! Phenus!]

Fugan screamed, because with only one hand, he had to grip the sword and hold onto Fernus's hand, and the sword in Fugan's hand was swaying precariously.

Without a second thought, Fugan dragged Finus toward the nearest edge of the deck.

Behind them, Guilliman, who had turned around, was still unaware of what Fugen was up to. Under Guilliman's fierce gaze, the fighters and gun turrets on the deck once again spewed fire, heading straight for the two fleeing Primarchs!

Are they crazy?

[Killiman] realized that jumping into space would only make them lambs to the slaughter.

The cannonballs were dropped, and a huge explosion erupted behind Fugen and Finus. The sword in Fugen's hand was finally knocked away by the impact. Affected by the huge explosion, they were both thrown into the air—finally flying out of the warship's range as Fugen had wished.

The instant they broke free from the warship's gravitational and atmospheric fields, a small, dark "meteorite" traveling faster than light shot towards them, crashing straight into the battlefield where they had just been.

In an instant, the previously noisy deck fell silent, as if everyone were dead.

It's Makado!

Fugan yelled into Phenus's ears, which were ringing from the explosion, but the next moment, they were completely immersed in the gas-free starry sky. Phenus felt the temperature dropping rapidly. He looked at the opposite side in a daze. Fugan was still laughing and yelling, but because there was no air to transmit sound, Phenus could not hear anything.

Fugen's long gray hair, weightless, floated in the void, and glistening ice crystals shimmered at the corners of the gray phoenix's eyes. Scattered diamond fragments scattered and shattered among the stars.

He strained to see the shape of Fugen's mouth; Fugen was saying—

We're all alive! Gorgon!

Beside the two Primarchs drifting in the void, atop the silent behemoth, the unconscious darkness began to feed.

Chapter 844 [286] A Cunning Rabbit Has Three Burrows

"This is not Robert Killieman."

"The first thing I saw was the body," Macado said.

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The ship, long since unmanned, drifted among the stars. An old man in a white robe stood silently on the deck, with a huge stasis field module lying quietly beside him—a special gift from Tarachin.

In reality, Hades is still asleep, but that doesn't stop Makado from throwing Hades out to use him as a dung heap. The Demonbinders have mastered the method to activate Hades' (unconscious version) Dark Realm: as long as Makado is about half a star sector away from Hades, the unconscious Hades will immediately descend.

Ha ha.

Upon discovering this, Macardo felt no emotion whatsoever, only a slight urge to laugh.

He stood on the enemy ship they had already captured, with the corpse of another Primarch of Fateline lying beside him—

Macardo had heard the whole story from Fernus and concluded that the Primarch would not be resurrected again; the devouring by Hades would not allow his soul to return to another fate.

On the other side, Fugen and Finus stood side by side, seemingly listening attentively to Macado's words, but Macado knew that apart from Hades, who was subconsciously suppressing the Dark Realm, no one cared about him.

Every now and then, Finus would glance at Fugen with a blank expression, and Fugen would immediately turn back and smile at Finus—they seemed to have a lot to say, but because Macardo was present, they just looked at each other and smiled.

Macado remained completely unmoved; he had just used his psionic hand to drag the two Primarchs, who were shaking hands and spinning in the void, back to where they were.

After all, compared to the hardship that the golden-haired man brought him, all of this was nothing more than an ant seeing the blue sky.

The old man stepped forward and tapped the blue-helmeted corpse's armor with his scepter; the metal struck together, producing a clear, ringing sound.

"This is not Robert Killieman."

Makado said,

"No matter which fateline he's in, he will never be Robert Guilliman."

He had been outwitting Guilliman for a century, and Robert had also beheaded a Marksman. Among the living, no one knew or understood what Robert Guilliman was like better than Macardo, not even the Emperor.

"he is……"

The light in Makado's eyes dimmed. He had raised that Primarch for a hundred years, and no one understood him better than him.

"He is Omega, Omega from another destiny line."

The old man even recognized which of the twins it was; perhaps compared to the Emperor, Macado was indeed quite competent.

"The Substitute Emperor..."

Makado's voice lowered.

“Completely brainwash your brothers and then use them as stand-ins? That’s something I’ve always hoped Robert Guilliman would do.”