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

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Primarchs are also extremely popular among the nobility, and ordinary nobles can directly become deep believers of [Angron].

However, the Primarch's actions seemed to have leaked some information to Terra. The Emperor had given Angron a serious warning, after which the supplies for the World Eater Legion were reduced.

But as I said before, [Angron] doesn't care.

[Angron] caught the drop of blood from [Guilliman] with ecstatic joy. The Primarch tilted his head back in ecstasy, closing his eyes as if enjoying something. [Mottarian] could see [Angron's] eyeballs trembling wildly beneath his eyelids—

………………

[Illusion?]

[Angron] opened his eyes. The sunlight of Macurag shone on him, but he did not feel warm.

He found himself standing outside a building that resembled an academy, with countless magnificent marble statues gazing at him, draped in satin blue silk.

He smelled blood, and people gathered together in terror, falling into complete silence.

[Angron] turned his head, as if thinking of something, and the Primarch walked straight through the crowd to the front.

At the very front, on the high steps leading to the front of the academy building, the head of a terrified boy rolled to the ground. [Angron] looked up and saw [Guilliman] standing at the top of the steps with an air of matter-of-fact. His school uniform was neat, and blood splattered at his feet, but did not stain a single hem of his clothes.

Beside him, his classmate's decapitated corpse lay sprawled on the ground.

[Killiman] turned his head and stared at the crowd below the stairs.

I won.

Guilliman delivered the verdict; he ultimately won his dispute with this mortal over the matter.

[He couldn't understand my point of view and insisted on refuting me—I explained it to him three times from his completely wrong perspective. After that, I felt it was necessary to end this pointless conversation; his brain couldn't handle what I was saying, so I chose to end it.]

"Killiman" said calmly, looking somewhat bewildered at the people at his feet who screamed in terror as the crowd scattered—

However, they were stopped again by Ms. Eudon and the soldiers who rushed over.

"Seal the scene!"

Ms. Euton shouted,

【Killiman】was pleased to see this lady arrive. Compared to Erda, he preferred Yoton. Yoton's cookies were delicious, while Erda only said things to subtly sow discord between him and the 【Lord of Man】.

In this world, only the Lord of Humanity can educate Guilliman; the rest of the mortals—the arrogant and the foolish—have no need to simply offer their opinions to Guilliman.

He blinked his bright blue eyes, obediently walked down the steps, and proudly showed Yoton his latest victory.

Yoton rushed over, and behind her, King Connor's soldiers used a little violence against the students, which was clearly necessary.

[Killiman] lowered his head and patiently let Yoton hurriedly wipe non-existent blood from his cheek with a handkerchief.

"you--"

Yodon let out a loud sigh, as if she had a giant suction machine inside her chest, which worried Killieman.

"Why would you do that? He's your classmate, Guilliman."

"You can't...you can't do this..."

Yodon took another breath. [Guilliman] saw the tears in her eyes. She was lamenting the passing of a life. [Guilliman] completely understood this. Her short life and shortsightedness were not enough for her to realize that life was the cheapest resource in this galaxy.

I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble.

[Killiman] blinked, his long, golden eyelashes trembling. In fact, given that he had decided King Connor would clean up his mess, that he could shut the man up, and that Macragge would still declare [Killiman] queen, [Killiman] simply killed the guy.

After all, there's no real loss, and we can go back and have dinner earlier.

The palace cuisine was exquisite, but it lacked the warmth of Lady Yoton's personal cooking for Guilliman, who never hesitated to praise Lady Yoton's culinary skills.

Although Guilliman missed the Lord of Mankind, because the Lord of Mankind had taught him so much, about war, about reason, the Emperor himself had taught Guilliman how to wield this sword that wielded both war and reason.

But Macurag wasn't too boring. He met two other guys who were tolerant of him, two guys who didn't wield the sword as strictly as the Emperor.

Logically, Guilliman cannot break any of the taboos set by the Emperor—because he would truly suffer unbearable punishment, and even the slightest movement would be discovered.

But things were different here. Here, Guilliman learned how to find loopholes in the rules, how to test the limits, and how to go further.

Perhaps after studying in Macurag for a few years, he will understand how to deal with the Emperor more wisely.

This was a more rational choice, and Guilliman felt no burden about it.

Only failure will give him negative feedback—this is the mark that the Emperor left on the Primarch.

[You are very sad.]

[Killiman] bent down and gently hugged Ms. Euton.

[I'm sorry, but I don't think killing a useless burden will affect either of us, and I want to end the debate.]

Yodon remained silent, only sobbing softly.

Outside of them, soldiers were pushing and shoving the crowd.

[Angron] clicked his tongue in amazement. He felt that [Guilliman] was so pure that he was speechless. The scene was already desolate, so he took a few more steps. The magnificent building collapsed, candles were lit, and a thick carpet was spread out under his feet.

[Angron] looked up and found himself in an office with a huge Macurag blanket hanging from the wall.

Connor, sitting behind his desk, propped his face up with his hand, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, while Eudon stood in front of the desk with tears streaming down his face.

"He's too dangerous..."

King Connor sighed deeply and buried his face in his hands.

“He did not consider himself one of the same kind as others—he saw himself as the shepherd, and his classmates as lambs, in control of their lives and deaths.”

"But he was never an ordinary person!"

Yodon screamed.

"Have you ever seen a child grow to three meters tall at the age of three?! He, he's definitely not from the same genome as us—good heavens!"

"The son of a god...?"

King Connor took a deep breath.

“But is the god really so cold-blooded?... We need to make him understand that he can’t do this casually. He can’t be so reckless, or the Macurag people will resent him.”

In fact, Guilliman had already built a fraternity centered around him within the academy. These young men were proud of Guilliman and firmly believed in his theories.

Killing people only fueled the fanaticism of the group.

He can still be saved... He must still be saved...

Yoton just kept crying.

[I can feel that he loves us—a child who understands love can understand peace and understanding, as long as we help him understand that this love can be extended.]

King Kangnuo fell silent; deep down, he too was wavering.

King Connor knew that Guilliman would become the true leader of Macuragh—a gift from heaven.

【Killiman】will definitely lead Macragge back to the stars and conquer the galaxy.

But—would Guilliman truly love his people like his own children back then? He lacked the qualities that King Connor most hoped he would possess, and King Connor felt a chill of fear.

The young man that Guilliman killed that day was one of the few in the Institute who did not want to join the Guilliman Brotherhood, and the only one in the Institute's top twenty.

Did Killman really kill because he was bored, as he claims?

King Connor felt a chill of fear, but there was nothing he could do. Guilliman was effectively holding him back. King Connor had no offspring, and if he were to announce now that he was abandoning his adopted son Guilliman, then who would lead Macragge next?

Whoever it is, it will once again stir up a bloodbath—some consuls also highly approve of [Killiman]'s political views, so if King Connor suddenly chooses to abandon [Killiman]...won't [Killiman] do something about it?

Yoton realized this too, so she was trying to use love... but was this love really protecting [Killiman]? Or was it protecting both of them?

Perhaps as long as this feeling exists, Guilliman will not do anything prematurely—it is all within his acceptable range, and he seems to believe that he should be learning at this age.

King Connor remained silent. The wall lamps flickered on and off, and the only sound in the room was Yodon's low sobs.

[Angron] watched this scene in silence, finding it interesting—compared to the turbulent emotions of these two mortals, [Guilliman] showed absolutely no emotional fluctuations.

The Primarch sensed something, and he passed right through the wall, walking upwards, upwards, upwards—until he reached [Guilliman]'s bedroom.

Without any hesitation, [Angron] passed through the wall.

Guilliman was humming an unknown Terra tune (perhaps taught to him by the Emperor, or by the Guards he had killed) as he scribbled on his canvas.

Art is also something that Macklage students should master.

[Angron] saw [Killiman] drawing the current Macurag—that crowded Macurag, ten thousand times more efficient than the Nest.

The painting was almost finished. Guilliman reached out and casually picked up a smiley face cookie from the plate next to the easel.

[~]

[Guilliman] suddenly spoke out, startling [Angron]. The Primarch thought [Guilliman] had seen him, but this was an illusion, and that was completely impossible.

I heard it.

"Killiman" said softly, then he finished his drawing—

The next moment, [Killiman] cleanly and efficiently applied blue paint, large drops of blue dripping onto the painting.

Then, based on this blues, Killieman began to paint the blue sky and white clouds of Macurag "now".

[Thank you for the cookies, Ms. Euton.]

[Killiman] winks.

[But you can't hear me, so I'll thank you again in person later.]

The real master of this family is the child.

Yay, it's gone!

I urgently sent some rice to Tencent. There are still a few people who can join the group now. Add me quickly if you want to join the QQ group.

Chapter 811 [253] The Two Sides

I hope everyone can cheer up.

Guilliman finally entered, his eyes etched with wrinkles from days of toil. In the rest room, the Primarchs, who were having their armor waxed, all looked at him.

Guilliman, the guy who agreed to cooperate with another empire.

Guilliman nodded to the servant who was serving him tea, declining the offer, and then looked around at the Primarchs present.

Mortalian, Saint Gilles, Magnus, Vulcan, Corax and Conrad, very good, plus Guilliman, seven in total.

Fenus won't be coming; he's in another war zone, overseeing the current situation with Hades—so that these Primarchs can come together and confront the provocations and malice from another world.

I think you all already know that there is another line of fate that is completely different from ours—

As far as we know, the vast majority of the Primarchs on the other side have fallen into the path of Chaos, completing their ascension by absorbing and merging with the power of Chaos.

Therefore, I assume they all harbor absolute malice—please be careful, friends, this will be a battle without bloodshed, and we must win this round, as it concerns the cooperation between the two empires and…

Guilliman's voice trailed off, and Mortalian added appropriately.

【betray.】

Yes, betrayal.

Killieman nodded.

According to the intelligence from the Lord of Humanity, only one of the two worlds can exist, and we must be the winner.

He looked at his brothers. Guilliman saw Saint Gilles nod solemnly, Vulcan looked somewhat uneasy, Magnus seemed to understand, and Anglon returned Guilliman's cold smile. Corax was silent, and Conrad sneered.

Mortarian remained completely still.

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

Mortalian remained motionless, staring at Guilliman, awaiting Guilliman's next command.

[Guilliman] stood majestically before them, while [Luojia] stood cautiously behind [Guilliman], serving as [Guilliman]'s puppet.

[I am delighted to see you all today and have some good news to share with you—after a thousand years of development and construction, we will reignite the flames of war, and I believe your blades are still sharp.]

【Killiman】with his professional fake smile, glanced at 【Corax】. The shrike was indeed excited by those words, letting out a low growl as its blood claws became incredibly sharp.

[Just seeing everyone standing before me fills me with genuine joy. I think I have nothing to say—I have already seen another version of myself before you all, and I know that before seeing another version of myself, any advice or warnings from others become meaningless.]

Therefore, everyone can indulge themselves tonight.

[Killiman] blinked, and saw the undulating, eerie blue light resembling a flowing galaxy.

Clearly, the other side is more law-abiding and more reliant on order—and what hasn't [Killiman] seen?