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

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[Even if our father was a tyrant? Even if he intended to sacrifice an entire empire to coronate his godhood?]

【Guilliman】smiled as he looked at the two Primarchs approaching. Through the thick walls of the palace, the muffled explosions and the roar of the Titans echoed once more in the distance.

[To that tyrant, we were nothing more than pawns he created, ready to be discarded at any time.]

[Guilliman]'s words clearly resonated with most of the Primarchs standing around the long table. Seeing that he could not persuade them, the Wolf King suddenly spat to the side.

There's no need to waste words! Even if he didn't admire this "Emperor" in this destiny line, "Magnus" had already undeniably died in front of Leman Russ!

Just like back then!!!

In the blink of an eye! A giant figure leaped high into the air, swinging his battle axe, hovering above the long table to the astonishment of the crowd—

【Killiman】, however, remained calm, as if he had already anticipated the current situation.

[Two challengers, is that right?]

The next moment, Horus, who was standing beside the long table, suddenly opened his eyes wide. Time seemed to slow down, and a blue light, pulsating like a nerve ganglion, lit up from the center of his vision, and then illuminated the entire galaxy in an instant.

He saw something.

He also forgot something.

In the blink of an eye, he was already covered in cold sweat, panting as if he had just witnessed something extremely terrifying.

Feeling dizzy, Horus looked up and saw a huge, eerie burn mark running across the center of the long table. He instinctively looked towards the head of the table, but saw that Guilliman's expression remained unchanged.

As if noticing Horus's terrified gaze, Guilliman, whose smile remained unchanged, suddenly turned his head and smiled at Horus with his azure eyes.

? ? ? ! ! ! !

Horus abruptly pulled himself out of his reverie, his forehead covered in sticky sweat. Since then, according to the ghouls, the Wolf King had successfully escaped the palace, and on that night of order collapse, Number One had been completely erased.

This time... is it his turn to be suspected by Guilliman?

Horus gasped for breath, realizing that the gears of fate had already begun to turn. He could no longer languish in a corner of the galaxy, for the tyrant would not allow any flawed product to exist in his empire.

That tyrant...that madman...

Chapter 833 [275] Whose dark history?

I sensed a hint of unease.

[Have you sensed anything since you returned with your military report?]

Saint Gilles calmly wiped the bright green liquid from his cheek. The cosmic necromancer did not produce blood, but the dripping liquid still stirred a certain desire for conquest within the archangel.

Beside him, the ghoul, clearly more agitated, let out a loud, mocking laugh. In the battle against the undead of space, his army could not boost morale by devouring the corpses of the enemy, and another angel, Saint Gilles, had explicitly forbidden the ghoul army from eating his offspring.

Compared to the Primarchs who were constantly at odds with each other, the two Saints were unusually harmonious. This was probably because the Archangel Saints had also fallen, and the ghoul Saints still harbored some kind of hope.

Darkness and light coexist, creating a communication platform for two seemingly completely different Primarchs.

['Killiman' is abnormal.]

【Saint Gilles】snarled, his stomach rumbling with hunger. The stimulation from the blood here was not enough. The intensity of the war was too great. Most of the human soldiers were directly disintegrated at the atomic level by various high-powered weapons, leaving no trace at all.

Fighting the space undead is extremely unfavorable for the Blood Angels, who have a long tradition of cannibalism—their effectiveness on the battlefield is also extremely limited. Guilliman shouldn't have sent them to the front lines, unless…

unless……

The ghoul exhaled a breath of blood from its nostrils.

That madman!

Saint Gilles curled his lips into a smile.

[While I would like to explain to those Primarchs who unfortunately became rulers of the Empire that their madness may not have stemmed from their own character, I think the suffering you have endured seems to require no explanation or answer.]

I understand your situation, and I think I can lend a hand if necessary, since our Gilliman system doesn't require overly stringent approval processes.

Saint Gilles reached out his hand and looked at the ghoul. The ghoul remained silent but quickly reached out and shook the olive branch offered by the archangel.

The ghoul knew that Guilliman could no longer keep up the pretense; he would soon tire of playing political games with his other self and instead seek to plunge the entire galaxy into chaos.

When Guilliman pinned Tzeentch down, did he also rob the Primarch of a part of his pursuit of change? Or was this blue-eyed Primarch's personality inherently so wicked?

He's sent 'Motalian' to the front lines.

The ghoul [Saint Gilles] revealed an extremely ugly expression, a mixture of crying and laughing.

[The cooperation has broken down, and the guy above you is planning to get rid of the white moth on our side?]

Saint Gilles made a joke, as if to tease someone.

[It's also possible he wanted to get rid of his own subordinates.]

The ghoul's expression grew even more worried.

[Motalian's severe injury benefits Guilliman. I'm not sure what kind of picture he wants, but at least both Empires losing a psyker Primarch is a good thing for him.]

Saint Gilles' eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly twice, then he made a joke.

I originally thought he would cherish a slave who obeyed him even more. Look at your chief traitor over there, how polite, how... willing to care about the eyes and aesthetics of others.

[Unfortunately, that slave no longer wants to pretend.]

The ghoul emitted a sound similar to a sigh.

I hinted at it to him, but the chief rebel was too impatient—

'Guilliman' is too extreme and wicked; the First Rebel has been driven to the brink of destruction, and he has reached his limit... I think their initial pact might not have been like this, but 'Guilliman's' power has grown too rapidly, disrupting the balance.

The ghoul looked up and gazed at the battlefield.

Above the crimson blood-red eyes, a scene resembling the end of the world was reflected: a ship the size of half a continent fell from the sky, the ocean instantly turned into steam and fell into the starry sky, and beside the bottomless ravines of the earth, tiny dots as small as ants were still fighting each other.

[My only worry right now is 'Lupecal'.]

The ghoul Saint Gilles finally uttered those words, and Saint Gilles's face immediately contorted into a hideous grimace, his once handsome features now even more comical than the green-skinned head.

I...I understand.

Saint Gilles uttered the words dryly, as if they were coming from his stomach; the archangel looked like he was about to vomit.

Now that Archangel Sangilis has been replaced, things are going badly.

Horus... setting aside certain flaws, he was indeed a leader worthy of respect.

However, this flaw is a huge "father complex." Saint Gilles cannot even glorify it as loyalty, because Horus's actions were not exactly loyal either. It is a kind of personality cult that cannot be ignored. Perhaps the emperor referred to the Freudian school of ancient Terra when creating Horus. He firmly believed that the whole world was a huge father/mother complex, and that any personality development and strengths or weaknesses of a person could be explained by the unhappiness of childhood.

The ghoul laughed.

[The Wolf Gods of our worlds are not the same... at least in my world, I can tell you this very seriously.]

The ghoul glanced sideways and met the archangel's serious gaze.

Horus Lupecal is the sole and last 'Old Human' in our world. He is the last survivor of the Old World, possessing the character and virtues that everyone had ten thousand years ago—

Yes, the 'Horus Lupecal' I know is merely an extremely ordinary archetype, yet possessing many virtues such as conscience and human compassion.

The ghoul turned his head away, no longer looking at the archangel, but his tone was full of regret and emotion.

[You might find it hard to believe... that an ordinary person with a few merits could become the last beacon of human civilization.]

[But even so, 'Guilliman' is a madman, perhaps this is the manifestation of the galaxy's will, and he has driven the entire human empire insane.]

[Under his rule, normal humans of the old world have almost disappeared. I haven't seen a normal Imperial human with their own thoughts for a long time. Most of them are shrouded in some kind of enormous numbness and take it for granted that work is everything, to dedicate themselves to the Empire, to dedicate themselves to 'Robert Guilliman'.]

[Most of my brothers also gradually descended into a kind of paranoid madness...]

The ghoul's tone was full of regret.

[Even though most of them had twisted personalities, they were still able to understand and empathize with a portion of the human population within the empire, but after that...]

The ghoul sighed.

[Everything has changed—except for 'Horus Lupecal'.]

[This Primarch, the least valued by the Empire, ironically preserved his most precious personality through his previous deliberate exile. I've paid close attention to him; only the veterans around Horus haven't been corrupted by humanity as a whole, retaining their original personalities—]

All of this was thanks to Horus; a certain indecisiveness and timidity in him ironically protected his offspring.

At first, Archangel Saint Gilles felt something was strange, but then he realized that the Horus in the other world was not attached to his father, so he gradually listened and truly understood the Horus in the words of his other self.

I believe you also helped in this process.

Saint Gilles pointed this out, glancing at the crazed, bloodthirsty warriors under the ghoul's command.

[You and your legion did a lot of dirty work for him, am I right?]

The ghoul just sighed.

[I just want to delay my descent into madness as long as possible. Our world is destined to perish, and I simply want to leave this world with some dignity.]

Upon hearing this, the archangel raised an eyebrow in astonishment, looking at his other self in disbelief, as if he had heard something utterly absurd.

Is it hard to understand?

The ghoul gazed wistfully at the archangel.

[I think you could understand… Saint Gilles, in the moments before your true fall, didn't you regret it? Didn't you desperately beg to escape it all? Didn't your soul weep for the tragedy you were about to bring?]

This sentence successfully silenced the archangel again, seemingly hitting a sore spot—

The fallen archangel of the Second Empire was a nightmare that Saint Gilles could never erase. He emerged from it only because he was Saint Gilles and because of the concern of his other brothers, not because of the Emperor's empty apology, which was like shirking responsibility.

It is not a consolation that Horus never touched upon the essence of things.

[I have not yet completely fallen, nor will I ever truly fall.]

The ghoul with black tear stains in his eyes spoke thus. Even though his appearance was extremely unbelievable, it was hard to believe that such words came from the mouth of a person covered with human and alien skin and skull, and whose daily diet consisted mostly of his own kind.

You used 'Horus' as an anchor?

The ghoul nodded, but the archangel sighed, shook his head, and then nodded again.

I need to go back.

The ghoul said,

[I have my own methods—but I need to know one thing, Saint Gilles, are you truly confident you can defeat him?]

Guilliman no longer tolerates Mortarion, and the ghouls believe Horus will definitely be on the Cold-Blooded Emperor's list as well.

In reality, for the Guilliman, the millennia-long campaign to weaken Pan had brought the central power to an unprecedented level, with most of the legions becoming subordinate legions under the Guilliman "Ultraman Warriors".

The ghoul raised its eyes, gazing intently, as if hoping to witness some kind of miracle—a fang that could ignore all constraints and pierce through the entire level.

I know...that person...he really has the ability...

The ghoul's words trailed off, and he was merely relying on his own speculation, unable to ascertain the extent of that "person's" capabilities.

It wasn't that he thought the being wasn't strong enough, but rather that if the image he deduced from other aspects was true—then that being was far too strong, unimaginably strong.

In a sense, this is a conceptual level of existence, which, for psionicists, is a natural disaster.

The ghouls couldn't imagine how devastating it would be if such beings were to actually confront the Chaos Empire.

Archangel Saint Gilles looked away.

I believe he is indeed capable enough...

He spoke slowly, recalling the existence he hadn't had much contact with.

Sanguis had always intentionally kept his distance from his brothers and had a very shallow relationship with Hades, merely nodding acquaintances.

However, Saint Gilles fully agreed with the orders and policies issued by Hades—although the two had no contact in private, it did not mean that they disagreed on the governance of the country.

In fact, Hades is the most reliable person I've ever met.

During Saint Gilles' brainstorming session, the first image that came to mind was the emperor's inhuman face.

Far more reliable than an emperor.

These words did not move the ghoul; it merely listened.

Immediately afterward, Saint Gilles envisioned the expression on Guilliman's face, as if he might suddenly die at any moment.

He is more capable and reliable than Robert Killian.

The ghoul raised an eyebrow and looked at Saint Gilles in disbelief, as if to say, "Really?"

[Compared to Horus...]

He is the most humane person I have ever met.