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

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The snake demon, possessed by Madame Psyche, patted its tail and covered its mouth, laughing.

"Who told you to look at that little...little guy over there like that in the first place?"

She should refrain from uttering the word "Pluto" for now, otherwise the snake demon she was using to deliver the message would die instantly.

"Don't you know how to be polite first?"

[It was another version of myself that directly exposed me.]

[Motalian] shrugged and sighed.

[He's the stingy one, not us.]

"Think what you want."

Mrs. Psyche shook her head, and then reached out and scratched at the air.

"But you should pay attention to other people, don't focus all your attention on that... person."

I will.

[Motalian] smiled again, a genuine smile, as if it came from the heart, his tone relaxed.

[But I'm not the most selfish one. Who was it that, upon hearing he was still alive, immediately abandoned their general and fled, leaving the pitiful, helpless, and desperately needy Mortarian all alone?]

Fortunately, Mortarian had already flown away; otherwise, if he had heard "himself" say those words, he probably would have turned pale and slashed the chief rebel with his scythe.

"Ahem, I'm going to keep those two idiots company and make sure they're safe."

Mrs. Psyche immediately cleared herself of suspicion. Her snake body twisted subconsciously. The sunlight that pierced through the smoke shone on her body. Accompanied by the dazzling light of the scale bullets that streaked across the sky, countless fine scales rippled like water.

[Then I suppose Vox and Typhon are safe and sound now.]

【Motalian】puckered his lips in a sarcastic tone.

"How could that be my problem?!"

The mere mention of this infuriated Mrs. Psyche.

“Look at Vox! He charged straight into the densest enemy area! And Typhon—I don’t even want to curse him! That guy’s never been lucky—can you believe he got taken down by a green-skinned fighter?!”

[What? ]

Mortarian winked, his brow furrowing into deep wrinkles. He wasn't overly worried about Typhon, as Typhon could be resurrected indefinitely as long as he wasn't killed by Hades.

But he had previously instructed [Typhons] to keep an eye on the Tyron genome, which now seems impossible to accomplish.

Thinking this, [Motalian] sighed inwardly. This world will still face the calamity of Tyrion... However, let's eliminate the other forces first. After that, I won't concern myself with [Motalian]'s affairs anymore.

[Our two soldiers were indeed quite impolite, abandoning our lady and leaving you to deliver the message. Thank you for your trouble, Herrera.]

The snake demon covered its face, laughed exaggeratedly twice, and waved its hand.

"Motalian, I kind of miss the straightforward you on Barbarossa. You're not like you used to be at all."

【Motalian】Relieved,

[I also miss the person I was back then, but that's all in the past, and we all have to learn to change... Herrera, thank you for your concern. I don't think I need to advise you too much; you know what you should do. I know you miss him, but don't become too obsessed with him...]

[I know this is painful for you, Herrera, but now is not the time for us to relinquish our responsibilities—let the two headstrong boys go first.]

"Of course I know,"

Mrs. Psyche waved her hand again.

“I’m just… I’m just trying it out. You know I won’t go and die like that madman Vox. I’m waiting, Mortarian, I’m waiting too.”

A strange light flashed in the snake demon's eyes.

"but--"

Mrs. Psyche sighed loudly on purpose, her tone as soft and gentle as her long, slender snake tail.

"Motalian~"

She spoke in a sweet voice, her eyes sparkling.

"I hope you hurry, otherwise I'm not sure if I can hold back. You can't expect a follower of Slaanesh to be patient and restrained; that violates the Dark Prince's ethics. You're too cruel, Mortarian!"

I believe you can hold back, soldier. You will bear the responsibility on your shoulders, and you will be able to control your feelings for him.

"Motalian" said softly, stretching out his hand. The small cluster of black flames on his fingertips immediately burst into flames, looking from a distance like black butterflies fluttering between his fingers, battling against the gale.

Mortarian's eyes darkened.

The next moment, a delicate, bright pink color suddenly climbed up into the interior of the pitch-black spark, dancing with the flames like thorns.

"Leave it to me now?"

Mrs. Psyche said with a smile, her face illuminated by the bright purple light.

[Who told our soldiers to succumb to their sins and pray to those they shouldn't have?]

[Motalian] said softly, raising his hand, and flames rose up, truly like butterflies taking flight.

Mrs. Psyche naturally raised her hand, and the flames landed on her fingers, melting directly into the snake demon's skin in the next moment.

Mrs. Psyche's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and her entire demon body twisted as if it were breaking through the subspace.

"This feels good,"

Mrs. Psyche greedily licked her lips, her slender snake tongue flicking out as if unsatisfied, reaching towards the sky, wanting to seek more power.

"But... after I prayed, I felt something was a little strange."

[Mrs. Psyche] smacked her lips, her eyes darting around.

"It's like...it's like...well, I can't describe it."

[Repentance may be painful, but it is necessary to cleanse our sins.]

A deep meaning lingered in Mortalian's eyes; relief and pain intertwined within them.

[You've already tried to repent, whether you truly meant it or not... Herrera, what surprises me most is that here, repentance is similar to depravity; once you embark on either path, there's no turning back.]

The Primarch smiled, a genuine smile.

[This is a good thing, this is a good thing, the same pain, the same pleasure.]

Mrs. Psyche blinked, looked at the Primarch, and a smile curved her lips.

"Then have you repented, you chief traitor? Have you ever tasted the flavor of repentance?"

[Motalian] remained silent, waving his hand to let the topic drop.

[We both have our answers, Herella, but you can't let yourself sink any further now. Slaanesh needs you. Be mindful of your situation. Promise me you'll live until I'm gone, okay?]

"I will, of course I will."

Seeing that the conversation was about to become boring again, Mrs. Psyche yawned.

“You shouldn’t have questioned my abilities, Mortarian. It hurts me deeply.”

[Who was the first to break down in repentance? Alright, Herrera, go back. I think our choice of you was correct... Of course, if possible, you can try recording Typhons' or Vox's last words.]

"Tsk, boring."

Mrs. Psyche said,

“I can already imagine what they’ll say, for that person! Or what I’m loyal to! Boring, boring—and you too, Mortarian. I came all this way, just had a few words with you, and you’re already trying to get me to focus on the war.”

So what are you going to say?

"Hmm~"

Mrs. Psyche pursed her lips again, covered her mouth, and giggled, her eyes darting around.

"I'm not telling you anyway."

The snake demon chuckled sweetly, and the next moment, the half-human, half-snake demon began to melt. [Motalian] remained silent, watching the snake demon turn into a puddle of pus.

The message has already been delivered.

The Primarch remained silent, pondering the reasons for Saint Gilles's betrayal.

He easily found the answer in his memory.

【Killiman】will take advantage of the current situation to besiege 【Horus】 and wipe out another legion.

Mortarian chuckled.

This has really touched a nerve with the ghouls... No wonder he wanted to move them to the front lines... [Guilliman] Ah [Guilliman]... You've got a clever plan...

Aren't you afraid your subordinates will betray you?

He probably anticipated that these legions would betray him.

Currently, the only person who has been able to escape Guilliman's scheme is... Mortarion, who has only ever seen one person: the Lord of Mankind.

However, that tyrannical Lord of Man was framed by Mortarion and Guilliman ten thousand years ago.

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

[Another timeline]

"All gone... What a pity for the Dark Angels."

The emperor pondered for a moment, and the wolf king and the Khan before him explained most of the story and destiny of this line of fate.

During the siege of Terra, Guilliman defeated Wolf King and Number One, who came to support the Emperor. Wolf King took the opportunity to escape, but Number One did not choose to leave.

After this battle, Guilliman completely erased the existence of the First Legion. All news and all soldiers—except for the Lion's homeworld, the lush planet in the Eye of Terror—vanished amidst the storms of warp.

All the Dark Angels were killed. A small number of Dark Angels' gene seeds, after undergoing multiple genetic screenings, were mixed with the blood of the Ultramarines and eventually merged into Guilliman's army.

However, this was to be expected.

The emperor pondered.

The lion is a Primarch who will never betray or fall, which is related to the genome set for him by the Emperor. Even the original Dark Angels were absolutely resistant to chaos.

However, this only means they won't fall. The strange culture within the Dark Angels will cause them to split apart, and in the end, they may even achieve negative consequences no less than the Fall.

However... that's certainly not what he needs to focus on right now!

The emperor smiled confidently, looking at his dutiful wolf and eagle with an air of arrogance, yet a cold fury burned in his eyes.

"I have a feeling that Horus has probably succeeded."

The Emperor spoke calmly, which startled the Wolf King and the Khan. They exchanged a glance, and then the Wolf King cautiously asked,

Forgive my confusion, but why are you so certain, Father?

“‘Phenus’s’ actions will inevitably alert ‘Horus’, leaving him with no choice but to rebel. I sent my offspring there to help another ‘Horus’ make a decision sooner.”

"And now,"

The emperor smiled, and his long hair moved and fluttered without any wind.

"Guilliman, along with most of the Chaos Legion, is fighting for our destiny, while Fenus is deploying troops eastward—I think Guilliman anticipated that the ghouls might return to defend, hence the large number of troops Fenus has mobilized this time."

"therefore,"

The emperor's smile grew wider and wider.

"While 'Phenus' is engaged in battle, and 'Horus' is holding him back—we'll immediately launch our attack and head straight for Terra!!!"

Move! Move! Move again!!!

[Killiman] would never have imagined that a force would suddenly rise up and head straight for his central region!

Next, whether [Guilliman] redeploys troops to reinforce or [Fenus] attempts to immediately return to defend, it will take time, and their return will come at a price—the enemy they face will not let them go easily!

More importantly, Terra is not just a planet. In the sense of the warp, it has absolute weight, representing the origin of all human civilization. Whoever occupies Terra will have absolute control over the warp!

And...more importantly...

In Neos's eyes, a raging sea surged, and golden flames roared like the ocean—he was going to Terra, he was going to see what was going on with that damned thing on the Golden Throne!

Even if the forces of the wolves and eagles are outnumbered, Neos can choose to destroy the Golden Throne and release the being on it! Or he can absorb its power!

He needed to ask his other self carefully and clearly what was going on. How had he managed to ruin his empire to this state?!

As for the Emperor's soul, the plea for help and the echo from Guilliman had already been casually swept aside by him.

What outer beings? What, Hades' side can't hold on? No, of course not.

As long as he goes straight for Terra, he'll have the advantage! The situation is extremely favorable!