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

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Hmm, you're a bit stingy.

Ruth reluctantly released the scepter of [Macado]. Ever since being banished to this fate line by the emperor from another fate line, he felt that something was not right.

This world is neither like his world nor like his. It's like a drunken afternoon when someone is suddenly awakened from a deep sleep and finds that the whole world is tilted 27 degrees clockwise.

Of all the characters, the one that Leman Russ found most unfamiliar and inexplicably terrifying was the "Emperor" in this destiny line.

Although Chagatai Khan, who arrived with him, told him that this was just his imagination—

The Khan, accustomed to the fierce winds of the grasslands, seemed to have a negative impression of the emperor. This horse-riding king knew that emperors had always been ruthless, so he believed that these two emperors were essentially no different. Perhaps the only difference was that the emperor on his side was more blatant and self-righteous in his treachery and abuse of power over his sons and the land.

As for education, Ruth believes the only reason this [Emperor] is more cruel is that their old Emperor didn't have time to educate the Primarchs, otherwise Ruth would have experienced the same parenting methods as those in this Fateline.

In matters of cruelty and ruthlessness, any emperor would make a similar choice if necessary.

Well, perhaps this is just Khan's own subjective opinion.

But Ruth remained serious and persistent in her belief that something was wrong with the Emperor they were facing.

He suspected that the chaos of this fate line might have interfered with the Emperor's destiny and personality before, but Ruth had no idea what exactly happened.

The good news is that [Macardo] still seems very much like the old man he remembers, both in terms of his reprimands and his attitude towards him.

In fact, during the Great Crusade, almost all Primarchs didn't like Macardo much, and Macardo tacitly gave most Primarchs the cold shoulder—not including Leman Ruth.

Surprisingly, Ruth, who was considered a barbarian by the Primarchs, got along very well with Macado. Perhaps it was because Ruth knew exactly what he was doing, since the Wolf Pack usually did the dirty work.

"Spellweaver, when do you think we'll see our own army?"

Russ said casually, but Macardo's face, hidden in the shadow of his hood, looked grim.

“I don’t think he has ever promised you his army... Russ.”

Isn't this just something that was bound to happen sooner or later?

Russ shrugged, already knowing what [Macado] was going to say next.

"You should say less,"

[Macado] looked displeased.

"Number Six, if speaking is foolish, then keeping silent is the greatest wisdom. He doesn't like talkative children—Number One also clearly dislikes your chatter."

Ruth didn't take it seriously. He was about to say that lions would never act like that, after all, that was Leon Johnson, who was quite different from all the Primarchs. Leon was Leon, and whatever he had been through was just a skin over his beastly or machine nature.

But then, the wolf king's expression turned somewhat grim.

[Macado] is knocking on him.

He was so certain that Leon wouldn't be annoyed with him, so someone else must be.

Ruth instantly became listless.

"Alright, thank you, Spellweaver."

[Macado] coughed awkwardly a few times and tapped his scepter heavily on the thick carpet.

“Do you like your father, Ruth? Answer me only from the perspective of a son.”

【Macado】 stared at Russ, but saw in the eyes of this immature child a wisdom far beyond his mind and age. Russ also stared intently at 【Macado】, and slowly, heavily shook his head.

"Alright alright."

[Makado] muttered to himself, turning to leave. His instructional time was over; he couldn't linger in any particular Primarch's room for long.

“I believe you are a good boy, Ruth.”

[Macado] spoke softly, the shadow of his face shrouded by the hood growing heavier. His last words before leaving were so soft that only he could hear them.

"Then he is a bad father."

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I hope to have honey-roasted meat for dinner tonight.

Taking advantage of the commotion, Ruth nestled among his miniature younger brothers, arms crossed, as the Khan wished to keep his distance, and Ruth agreed that this was the right advice. Thus, he was now harassing Number Fifteen, Magnus.

"It's amazing," Rus thought to himself. Vulcan, who hadn't yet landed on Nocturne, still had white skin (Vulcan's unique skin limited edition), but Magnus was now fully cooked, as red as a roasted apple in the mouth of a roast suckling pig.

Then you can suggest it directly to your father.

Number Fifteen whispered that he didn't dislike Ruth's recklessness. Even though some of the brothers disliked the overly familiar Number Six, Number Fifteen seemed to have an innate curiosity and fondness for the outside world.

Russ shook his head vaguely. He looked at the "Emperor," having already been warned by "Macado" that he should refrain from showing himself for now.

Number Fifteen (Magnus) was unaware of Ruth's dejection; his perfectly intact eyes were now fixed intently on the situation ahead.

Today's match is a duel between two of his Guardsmen. In order to save his Guardsmen, Number Three (Fogan) chose to injure himself, and one of the Primarch's arms was severed from his body and spun around in the air.

This "reckless" move seemed to shock his opponent, Number Ten (Finus). In a moment of distraction, Number Three seized the opportunity and used his near-perfect swordsmanship to make up for his tactical recklessness, turning defeat into victory.

This clearly threw Number Ten into a slight state of confusion. He believed that the tactical mistake had already proven Number Three's failure, but in the end, it was he who failed because he had not anticipated Number Three's reckless actions.

The Lord of Humanity is currently affirming Number Ten's tactics, criticizing Number Three's recklessness while acknowledging his courage and determination, and incidentally picking up the bloodied arm to set Number Three's bones.

After all, in most cases, the Emperor is a result-oriented person. Even if he disagrees with Number Three's choice, Number Three still wins.

But afterwards, number ten (Fernus) will face even harsher criticism because he failed despite the premise that his tactics were correct.

This might not be entirely the fault of Number Ten, as it was the first time his brother had suffered such harm. In previous training and competitions, most of the casualties were among the Primarchs' elite guards. Even Number Fourteen (Motalian), who was often pulled out for one-on-one training by the Emperor and thrown off cliffs, had never experienced direct limb amputation.

For number fourteen, fractures are more common.

Primarchs fighting each other remains more restrained and dignified, perhaps because they still consider each other to be of the same kind. Even Primarch Thirteen (Guilliman) will give the loser ample face in this regard.

But this time, number three actually lost an arm.

What does this mean? It means that even the Primarch would lose an entire arm. So what if it wasn't an arm that was severed, but a head? So far, nothing other than their father and their brothers has been able to cause them such severe damage... This is a erosion of their values ​​and bottom lines.

For Number Ten, who personally cut off Number Three's arm, accepting this would be even more difficult. No matter how cold-blooded and cruel they are, at least the Primarchs were still created based on the human template, and humans are naturally inclined to help and care for their own kind who share the same blood.

Rus clicked his tongue. He saw that Magnus's eyes were full of shock and fear, yet he was also staring at Fuggen's arm, which the Emperor was healing with psionic energy.

The Crimson Primarch clearly had no intention of continuing the conversation with Ruth, so he had no choice but to look away. The Wolf King glanced at Leon and, unsurprisingly, saw that Leon remained completely unmoved.

He wanted to check on the Khan's side, but to avoid causing trouble, Ruth first glanced around and noticed that Vulcan's eyes were already brimming with tears; Guilliman's eyes, on the other hand, held an extremely complex light, and Ruth seemed to sense a mixture of learning and excitement; while the other Primarchs, who mostly looked at Fulgrim, stared intently at the Emperor, their dissatisfaction almost overflowing from their amber eyes…

Finally, Ruth found the Khan—he suspected that the Khan's true ability was invisibility, or becoming a background character, or something like that, so that the Khan could remain unmentioned or forgotten by people as long as he wanted.

Khan, like Russ, remained unmoved; the two veterans had seen similar injuries far too often.

Ruth wanted to wink at the Khan, but he held back. Magnus's untimely whisper rang out.

I think I've learned it...

Ruth opened her eyes wide in surprise.

【What? 】

I think I've learned how our father sets severed limbs.

Magnus's eyes shone brightly.

[First, increase the spiritual energy concentration at the wound site, adjust the spiritual energy concentration to the third sense for five seconds, activate the intelligence of the cells near the wound, and then...]

【Okay, congratulations! Now you can tell our father you've learned it and try it out!】

Ruth quickly interrupted Magnus, as he wasn't interested in these psionic gadgets, especially what Magnus was talking about.

Magnus does possess psychic powers, but it's also somewhat unrealistic for Magnus to actually have psychic powers.

【but……】

Magnus blinked and spoke with the rigorous thinking of a scholar.

[I believe this is psionic healing targeting the Primarch, which means another recipient of the healing needs to be the Primarch. I cannot cast this spell on the Custodians or slaves.]

Why don't you try reducing your psionic energy usage?

I still hope that the first experiment can be a strict one-to-one reproduction of the original experiment, rather than an attempt at direct innovation.

Magnus said seriously, while Russ suddenly opened his eyes wide.

[You mean—you're planning to cut off Number Three's other arm and then try treating him?]

【No—no no no no no no! That's not what I meant!!! I didn't mean to hurt Number Three!!!】

Magnus's defense was deafening, but Russ merely picked at his ear, laughed, and let it go in one ear and out the other.

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That night

Number 15 (Magnus) suddenly felt something was wrong.

He lay on his golden bed, dressed in golden loungewear, and woke up from his sleep in the dead of night, not because he had slept enough, but because some greater intuition made him open his eyes.

He sat up instinctively, barefoot on the golden carpet, and walked to the golden window with its curtains drawn. He quietly pulled back a corner of the curtains, and in the golden light of the night, suddenly a hand shot out from outside the window.

【？！！！！】

Number Fifteen nearly screamed, alerting the Imperial Guards outside the door. He didn't know what could have reached his window so silently, without disturbing the Primarch.

[Hello? Open a window, you red guy.]

Ruth's casual voice came from behind the window. Realizing it was Number Six, Magnus hurriedly opened the window and let Ruth in. Ruth, like a nimble wolf, leaped directly into the room and half-crouched on Magnus's golden desk.

Ruth clicked his tongue; the wolf's eyes gleamed in the darkness.

[I think what you mean today is that I should be your guinea pig, you mad scientist?]

【? ! 】

Magnus almost screamed. He glanced nervously toward the door, trying to keep his voice down.

"You came here just for this?! No—no, no, no, no! Breaking curfew—you'll be punished! Why didn't they see you?!"

Ruth glanced at his head casually. Although the guards were the elite of the elite, it was still a piece of cake for a Primarch who had lived for ten thousand years to deal with them.

Rus had been quite restrained; the Khan had even sneaked into the palace kitchen to roast mutton.

Why didn't you report me immediately? This is a crime of harboring a criminal. If I were discovered, you would be punished as well.

Ruth chuckled and said it had a distinctly ancient Terran slacker vibe, a style that was particularly effective against certain self-proclaimed honest nerds.

[Go back now—I won't—I won't perform my healing spell!]

Magnus's red hair was almost standing on end. Ruth leisurely watched his former enemy's panic. Teasing a child was obviously a fun thing for a wolf.

Magnus wasn't actually a bad person, Rus realized. Or perhaps he was just arrogant and conceited. Aside from that, Magnus was relatively normal among this group of promising young talents.

It is also relatively easy to threaten.

But Ruth approached him not only because he was kind.

"I've gone through so much trouble to get here, and you're telling me to leave?"

Ruth exhaled a foul breath, drew his battle axe from his waist, jumped off the golden desk, and walked towards Magnus.

"Hey... you have to do me a small favor, right?"

【You—you you you you, you! First of all, I promise I won't do anything my father forbids!】

Don't worry, it won't happen.

Rus winked, and Magnus was so frightened his heart almost jumped out of his chest. In his worldview, there was never a Primarch who would defy the Emperor's rules—running the curfew was even more unimaginable.

He stared at Russ in horror, but then saw a strange ruthlessness flash across the wolf king's eyes.

Listen... listen carefully, it's not illegal, but if you tell anyone... on the 15th, I'll tell our father that you hid someone during curfew and personally broke the curfew rules.

Now, swear to me that you will not tell anyone but me what I am about to ask for.

I swear! I swear—but only if you don't disobey our father!!!

【good,】

Ruth spoke curtly, lowering his voice, shadows falling over the wolf's eyes.

[Listen carefully, Number 15. There's only one thing I need you to do while our father is away: I want you to watch the psionic projection of Makador and Erda. Understand?]

[Okay, okay, okay, watching the psionic projection of Macardo and Erda while Father isn't around—wait, why Macardo and Erda?! And why while Father isn't around?!]

Did I ask you to ask?!

Russ let out a threatening snort, his eyes flashing back to [Macado] who had given him advice a few days ago, the old man's gaze filled with a rare tenderness.

[Macado] trusted Russ, that's true, but Russ, with his keen sense of smell, sensed something else.