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

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Thank you, but please get out.

[Angron] chuckled. He enjoyed watching the Khorne demon prince not fight. Due to [Guilliman]'s restraint and the order he established, these brain-splitting monsters had to live in harmony with them.

What's most interesting is that Corax actually values ​​his "brothers" quite a bit, even though he himself isn't aware of it.

[Angron] sensed [Guilliman's] psionic energy moving towards them, and he had to restrain himself.

[Corax] took another small step back. He had just come off the battlefield, and his bird claws were still covered with wet bone fragments. [Corax] tiptoed and carefully crushed the bone fragments on his claws into even finer pieces, leaving dents in the deck with his sharp nails.

Khorne's demon prince was not used to such formal occasions, but unfortunately, [Guilliman] loved them, absolutely loved them.

He began to regret not having fought Corax again—even though it would have resulted in Guilliman punishing him.

So they stood on the [Glory Empire], waiting for [Guilliman] as if they were being punished.

Beside the Primarch, the procession remained magnificent, with countless Legion warriors, mortal followers, demons, and mortal servants kneeling quietly at their feet, though they were all used to it.

Primarchs are almost entirely concerned with their own Legion warriors; no one cares about the smaller, less important ones.

The mortals at their feet also possessed a quality different from that of this line of fate—they seemed completely subdued, possessing utter silence, obedience, and numbness.

They will never feel pain because of their hard work and premature death, as if the pain has disappeared, nor will they feel dissatisfaction, nor will they feel dissatisfaction that erupts out of the will to survive.

In other words, if the psychics in the main destiny line carefully observe these poor people, they will find that their souls are missing something, and also have something more—

But what exactly is it? Perhaps only beings of higher dimensions can see it clearly, such as Neos.

[Corax] sniffed and caught the familiar stench of decay.

Vulcan has arrived.

The Swamp Dragon slowly approached, tears still streaming from its eyes. [Korax] cautiously maintained its distance and greeted the Swamp Dragon.

[Angron] then went looking for excitement and demanded that [Vulcan] kiss him on the cheek.

Vulcan is incapable of refusing anyone, even Mortarion. If Mortarion speaks in a gentler tone, Swamp Dragon will reluctantly agree.

[Corax] thought he didn't want to torture his eyes, so he grumbled and took another step further away.

A heavy, viscous sound rang out as the liquid mingled together. [Corax] clicked his tongue, his eyes turning red, and he began to want to stab someone.

[haven't seen you for a long time.]

Another evil and bloody voice rang out. Finally, a normal person had arrived. [Corax] thought happily as he looked at the indiscriminate chaos [Saint Gilles] who was walking slowly towards him.

[Saint-Gilles.]

[Corax] spat out blood, recalling the time he sparred with [Saint Gilles], which was undoubtedly a very enjoyable experience.

Initially, on Terra, the Emperor trained Saint Gilles in fighting in extreme environments, thus giving this brother a wealth of experience in desperate combat.

This is why the battlefields where Saint Gilles and his descendants were most frequently deployed often resulted in extremely high casualty rates, and supplies were frequently delayed.

In order to quickly replenish the legion's numbers, [Sanguis] recruited a large number of mutants into the legion.

To date, mutants make up a large proportion of the Sanguinius Legion. Guilliman once joked with Sanguinius that almost all the inferior genes that the entire Empire didn't want and had completely eliminated had been collected by Sanguinius.

Saint Gilles was not angered by such remarks—the pure-blooded blond seemed quite content with his low and obscure status within the Empire.

Although his individual combat strength was actually quite high, Saint Gilles was indeed not one to seek glory, and he often hung out with Horus, who was equally inconspicuous.

I have no idea what they had to talk about.

As for Horus, there's absolutely nothing worth discussing. He's so obscure that Guilliman doesn't even bother looking for him. But as I said before, not being noticed by Guilliman is perhaps more suitable for the Primarch's survival.

Saint Gilles nodded to Corax, then turned to look at Angron, who was wiping the slime off his face, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

[Would you like one? Saint Gilles—your blood is the most delicious of us I have ever tasted.]

I think I'll pass.

Saint Gilles shrugged naturally.

[I don't share your refined tastes, Angron, but I think you can cool yourself off for a while; that way you'll be more excited when you get to the other side.]

[I think that's a good suggestion—but I probably can't wait that long.]

[Angron] said casually, and the next moment, he turned his head sharply. On the deck, the darkness dissipated, and [Motalian] appeared in front of everyone with a smile.

Good afternoon, my friends. It's so nice to see you all here.

[Motalian] smiled and said that he had to return to his "brothers" because of the upcoming dinner party.

Before Corax could speak, Robert Guilliman's voice rang out from afar, causing almost all the Primarchs to tremble.

[I'm also glad you knew to come back, my brother.]

[Guilliman]'s psionic clone spoke slowly and deliberately, while beside him, his personal secretary [Luojia] was silently writing and drawing on the command board.

[Korax] heard [Angron] swallowing beside him.

Ten thousand years ago, [Luojia] was another tragedy, forged by the hands of [Motalian], [Guilliman], and [Angron].

No more.

I completely failed the exam.

Chapter 808 [250] Jealousy

[Luojia Oririan] is the one among them who most resembles the emperor in appearance—

He was originally bald, but after becoming a minister of [Killiman], [Killiman] specially instructed [Luojia] to grow long black hair.

The metaphor here... after [Motalian] first saw [Luojia] with long hair, he almost threw up his last meal—that was the closest he ever came to a look of utter disbelief.

They saw Robert Guilliman's psionic clone walking towards them, but it didn't even glance in their direction.

The Primarchs exchanged glances and then knelt down.

The mortal believers sounded the horns, and the military band began to play, but [Guilliman] simply strolled indifferently on the carpet of his massive ship; to him, it was perhaps just the background music at the start of yet another game.

He remained focused on giving instructions to Luo Jia, who was recording his orders.

Due to Robert Guilliman's morbid sense of humor, Luo Jia's attire was not as lavish as his other brothers'. With thorny blue climbing onto black linen, Luo Jia looked quite simple, like a poor pastor who had wandered into the margins of the world.

At first glance, no one would associate this simply dressed, unassuming man with the head of the Ministry of Faith and Truth.

But he was indeed Robert Guilliman's subordinate, the faith controller of this vast empire—

Countless churches of the Chaos or Primarch beliefs were erected by the Word Bearers, overthrowing the imperial truths originally established by the Lord of Mankind.

The warp is vast because it is imbued with human faith and emotions. For this empire deeply rooted in the warp, faith that can be artificially manipulated and implanted is of particular importance.

It was the prayers and faith of the entire human empire over thousands of years that forged the ambition and brilliance in Robert Guilliman's eyes.

Therefore, Guilliman placed particular importance on the faith of the Imperium of Man, and apart from the Loka and Fenus, he did not allow any other power or Primarch of the Imperium to interfere in it.

The soft thud of the helmeted boots stopped.

Mortarian's eyelids trembled, and he lowered his head as much as possible to avoid looking at Guilliman.

[Rise, my brothers.]

[Guilliman] smiled as he watched his brothers slowly rise. [Luojia] beside him bowed humbly, as if to greet the Primarchs in front of [Guilliman].

[Motalian] didn't even need to look to know that [Angron] beside him was in another climax.

The corruption of Luojia back then was aided by the power of Angron. In other words, the corruption of Luojia was forged by Angron himself, and Angron derived great pleasure from it.

To this day, [Angron] still harbors resentment over what happened back then and still desires to relive those events.

But Killieman won't let Angron mess with his underlings anymore.

This is why Angron is so fixated on Dorne, who disappeared years ago. He originally had the opportunity to take down another loyal Primarch's soul and play some twisted games, but Dorne vanished.

【Motalian】 keenly noticed that 【Luojia】 did not look at 【Angron】, but instead lowered her eyes to stare at 【Killiman】's back.

The shadows of that year may still linger in this distorted body of consciousness, never truly dissipating.

Recalling what happened back then, and comparing it to Guilliman's current state, Mortarian couldn't help but sneer.

That guy has absolutely no morals...

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Another Fate Line

Ten thousand years ago

【Loka Oririan】 was designed by the 【Lord of Mankind】 and is a Primarch whose position and role are similar to that of the thirteenth 【Robert Guilliman】.

The only difference is that the Lord of Humanity believes that Luo Jia's combat strength is much lower than that of Guilliman, but in exchange for sacrificing combat strength, he gains greater compassion and obedience.

In short, [Luojia] is more perceptive of others' inner thoughts, and he and his offspring are more likely to submit rather than rule.

The design of Number Thirteen, [Killiman], is more inclined towards dominance.

In the design of [Emperor], [Luojia] will become his most powerful assistant in spreading the truth of the empire. With the help of [Luojia] and the Word Bearers, the truth of the empire will spread to every corner of the empire.

When the truth that there are no ghosts is spread, the power source of the warp will be cut off, thereby curbing the expansion of the warp.

At least... in the very early stages, that's how the Lord of Humanity thought.

Therefore, on Terra, the Emperor placed particular emphasis on the ideological education of Luo Jia, deeply instilling the concept of Imperial Truth into the heart of Luo Jia Oririan.

Imperial Truth, which is why this became a key word for [Luojia] in the early stages.

After the psionic storm that tore apart Terra's palace, [Luojia] was thrown by the storm onto Korkis—a planet filled with chaotic beliefs.

When [Luojia] arrived on this planet, he realized that this was a test. For him, no planet was more suitable than Korkis. He would personally eradicate the Chaos Faith and let the light of the Empire's truth be implanted into the soul of every Korkis person.

He will tell the Colchis that there is no god in this world!

When the Emperor found Luojia, the Lord of Humanity was pleased to see a thriving planet where the chaotic faith had been completely eradicated, people were working diligently, and were overjoyed by the ships from the Empire.

The Imperial Truth of Colkith even spread to several surrounding planets, and due to the similarity of their beliefs, the Empire took over the sector with almost no effort.

During that period, [Luojia] was the darling of [the Lord of Humanity], second only to [Robert Guilliman].

Luo Jia did not disappoint the Emperor's trust. He took the initiative to pursue further studies and spent a year learning and researching the other end of the Empire's double-headed eagle—the Cult of Mechanics.

In fact, [Luojia] knew about the past when [the Lord of Humanity] impersonated [Om Messiah].

The Primarch showed unusual confusion in this regard, not understanding why the Emperor allowed a fanatical religion to serve as the Empire's right-hand man while promoting the Empire's truths.

So, one late night, [Luojia] went alone to visit [Emperor] who was resting in Terra Palace.

This is the second ideological shift in Luojia's life.

The Emperor revealed a certain truth and helplessness to him. Perhaps, compared to the truth of the Empire, Luo Jia originally submitted to the Emperor, and the sword that the Emperor picked up was the truth of the Empire.

The essence of 【Luojia】is obedience; rather than obedience to an abstract concept, it is easier for it to develop loyalty to a concrete person.

After that, [Luojia] began to study the effect of group worship of the individual—

There are still no gods in the world, but humanity needs a "god".

Gods are merely a facet of someone.

Gods are the facet of emperors, inferior to emperors—perfect humans are the true masters of the world.

Subsequently, the Word Bearers set off. The Emperor was satisfied with their speed of conquest and transformation; the Word Bearers' legion expanded even faster than the Ultramarines at one point.

No one knows how [Luojia] managed to do it, even surpassing [Guilliman] in absolute numbers and skillful maneuvering.

At that time, the Primarchs did not realize that faith had power, real power, but here at [Luojia], these beliefs were transformed into productivity.

Killieman was annoyed by this.

Any Primarch could sense that Guilliman's goal was to become the best among them, the first in line to be the "firstborn son".

The appearance of [Luojia] clearly annoyed [Guilliman], even though [Luojia] had clearly stated that he would not participate in these struggles, and that he only hoped to follow in the footsteps of [the Lord of Humanity] and build a vast empire.

Just like the mask of [Motalian], [Killiman] did not show the slightest dissatisfaction with [Luojia]. This blue man had been adept at navigating the political arena of Macurag and had long since become a perfect politician.

On the contrary, under the guise of learning, Guilliman and Luojia became very good "friends"—

Perhaps this only applies to [Luojia].

It was during his contact with Luo Jia that Guilliman learned about the connection between faith and the subspace—

For the first time, Guilliman's gaze was fixed so intently on the warp.

This situation would have continued, but no one knows why, since returning from Barbaros, the Lord of Mankind's temperament has changed drastically. He has neglected some Primarchs while showing great favor to others.

【Killiman】truly became the darling of the 【Emperor】, while 【Luojia】was neglected.