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

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"Robert" said, opening his arms so that the thick, satin-blue fabric slipped off his forearm. He looked at Killieman, his expression so earnest in his murky blue eyes.

But it would be a miracle if Killieman were fooled by that appearance.

Having experienced the Emperor's deception, Robert Guilliman's heart would never again be swayed by falsehood.

This [Killiman] is still slightly inferior to the Emperor's acting skills.

Killieman sighed inwardly, perhaps the Emperor's genuine lies were the kind of deception that no one could ever refuse.

[An alliance?]

"The other side might not know that they know about the other side's fate line," Killieman said softly.

Even if they know, they will pretend to be completely unaware.

[One side in an alliance is destined to perish; I do not have high hopes for this alliance.]

Guilliman casually pointed out the rift between them. He looked at Guilliman, whose eyes seemed so unfamiliar.

【Killiman】's eyes were like the Milky Way, completely immersed in the warp, chaotic yet sparkling with starlight.

Guilliman's eyes, however, remained fixed on something, where the sunlight of Terra shone on the azure sea, never setting.

【indeed,】

When Killieman smiles...

However, I don't believe any one of us can face the Space Necromancer alone—leaving us to face the Space Necromancer alone? That would be too cruel.

[Have you dealt with the space zombies?]

【Exactly. 】

[Killiman] turned to the side, revealing [Motalian] behind him. A hint of displeasure flashed in [Motalian]'s eyes, but he still stepped forward respectfully, and suddenly clenched something in his pale hand.

Bang! ! !

With a crisp metallic sound, the iron lump in Mortarion's hand slammed onto the floor of the Makurag's Glory, and the Silent King's severed head spun around on the ground.

The room fell silent instantly.

No one told Magnus about the dual fate lines, so Magnus was shocked by how the Silent King had died;

Saint Gilles fell into a meaningful silence, perhaps recalling the afternoon when he gave the golden mask to the Silent King.

Mortarian continued to stare intently at the [Mortarian] figure.

Guilliman silently wished that his Mortalian would be so obedient, instead of forcing Guilliman to use his psionic powers.

【…】

[A truly remarkable feat.]

After a long pause, Guilliman sighed deeply, spreading his hands in resignation.

"Then there's even less need for cooperation. You are fully capable of fighting back, my friend."

No, the future of this fate is clearly even more fraught—we have yet to face a fully resurrected space undead.

After precise predictions and calculations, I believe that if my empire were to face an entire resurrected race of space undead, both sides would inevitably suffer heavy losses—it would be better to form an alliance.

[Killiman] spoke earnestly, and [Motalian] carefully walked back behind [Killiman].

...Alliance, betrayal, profit, and becoming king.

[Killiman] is always like this.

Mortarian thought slowly, glancing furtively at Guilliman, whose golden chain runes were dimming.

This is why Guilliman became emperor. He ascended the throne over the blood and corpses of his father and brothers, unified the galaxy, and became emperor for ten thousand years.

But will he get his wish this time?

[Motalian] remained silent, his gaze sweeping over the others in the room. He saw a more disheveled yet more vibrant Guilliman, and he saw... how come Saint Gilles has grown wings?

And Magnus… Ah, Magnus, Mortarian had almost forgotten what their dead brother looked like.

And of course…

That person himself.

The moment Mortarian saw himself, he couldn't help but lament in his heart how ugly and unruly he was.

Mortarion looked like a savage who had just emerged from Nurgle Gardens, showing no trace of being disciplined by the human world. His thin, sunken face seemed oblivious to the smell of others. Mortarion stood there so brazenly, as if his very existence was meant to give the world and everyone else the middle finger.

[Motalian] sighed inwardly, gasping for breath. He had learned about this Motalian when he was searching for information earlier.

But it wasn't until he truly saw his other self that he truly understood why the Imperials had assigned the adjectives "horror" and "alternative" to Mortarion.

How could he—how could he grow up to look like that?!

While lamenting, [Motalian] also felt a sense of desolation and anger. If he were also free and unrestrained... if he had not been bound by these shackles of fate... would he have chosen to be so arrogant?

The Mortarion's back was straight, while [Mortarion]'s back was deeply bent.

Is this a tragic fate?

[Motalian] The two Guillimans' verbal sparring echoed in his ears, but he had no interest in listening. The game between two cunning and experienced politicians was always long and tedious.

There are only two possible outcomes: alliance or no alliance.

According to Mortalian, Guilliman, who appears more like a living person than a cold crown, would choose to form an alliance, since a powerful psychic ally delivered to their doorstep is practically a piece of meat for them.

Both sides now have their own agendas, and both plan to start a war against the other side before the space necromancer is on its last legs—it remains to be seen who is more confident of defeating the other.

[Killiman] believed they could defeat another empire.

Mortarian sneered inwardly. Guilliman probably didn't know much about this empire, since it was Mortarian who brought back the information.

Mortalian would never tell him too much about Hades.

Thinking of Hades, Mortarion's face suddenly turned pale. His eyelids twitched as he looked at Mortarion—the being behind him.

[Guilliman] was a holographic projection, so he couldn't feel the pressure from that being, but [Motalian] was definitely standing in front of him.

[Motalian] had already transformed himself into his weakest, purely physical form, but he still felt cold sweat pouring down his back as he entered the door, and goosebumps crawled up his spine. His soul was screaming to stop him from entering.

I don't know how those people can stand sharing a room with it.

On the other hand, Mortarion did not dare to underestimate Guilliman, after all, Guilliman would definitely be on guard against Mortarion—the truth was hidden among the fragments of gods shattered by the First Rebel, and Guilliman must have learned something from them.

Although Mortarian had done his best to avoid leaking information to Guilliman.

Could it really be Hades...?

[Motalian] was filled with countless thoughts. So that soulless being could grow to such a size—almost equivalent to an entire Chaos entity!

No, it might be even stronger.

original……

original……

original……

[Motalian] remained silent, his gaze locked with that of Motalian. It was their first encounter, and no one dared to say much. Apart from the two Guillimans, the two "agents" of the Empire, no one had much right to speak.

[Motalian]'s gaze still couldn't penetrate that Motalian to look at the person on the hospital bed who was hidden from him.

He just wanted to take one look, to see if that demigod of the physical world was really Hades.

That guy he used to know.

But Mortarian did not give him a chance until the negotiations ended.

[Killiman] nodded in satisfaction, seemingly pleased with the meeting, and then nodded to [Motalian] in a mock manner, signifying the end of the meeting.

Then, amidst farewells, the projection of [Guilliman] disappeared into the lamplight.

Mortarian remained fixed on [Mortarian], uttering his first words to him.

Why don't you leave?

Mortarian said, and Mortarian gave a polite smile.

[The two sides are now allied. I am an envoy sent by Guilliman—the great Guilliman. May I request a room for an envoy?]

This was said to Guilliman; they had already reached an agreement.

Alliance.

Ignoring the gaze of the Mortarion Blademan behind him, Guilliman nodded, and Mortarion prepared to leave with satisfaction.

He clearly didn't intend to stay long; a true hunter is patient and shouldn't be reckless.

only……

[Motarian] stared at the other Mortarian, and in return for his words, as they reached the door, [Motarian] braced himself against the doorframe and spoke.

If you can, please tell Herrera, Karas, and Vox all miss him.

squeak-

The door was closed gently.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 796 [238] Best Support

The door was gently closed.

The room was as quiet as winter.

So... what exactly happened?

The silence in the room was cautiously broken by Magnus; the Crimson King was unaware of the other destiny, otherwise he would have screamed—

He cursed Neos for being inhuman.

【Oh,】

Mortarian sneered, and the mist surrounding him gradually thinned.

However, the struggles of the defeated... they are destined for destruction.

【so,】

Saint Gilles said gently, glancing thoughtfully at Mortalian.

Will you tell Hades what Mortarion just said?

【Won't. 】

Death said decisively, a cold smile playing on his lips, arms crossed.

I don't have the function to send nonsense yet.

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

Mortalian nodded to the Ultramariner who was leading the way, and the Primarch's politeness almost made the Ultramariner take a step back in astonishment.

The Space Marine quickly saluted and then left.

Mortalian watched Guilliman's offspring depart... It was a rare sight, the first time he had ever seen such a gentle and humble Ultramariner.

The people here... must have been very happy living under Killieman.

[Motalian] thought to himself, he could sense that Guilliman and Motalian's psionic energy was constantly monitoring him. It didn't matter; he had offered to stay on the Makrag's Glory precisely to reduce their suspicions.

Meanwhile... the Ultramarines over there would never be as polite as those over here, Mortarion thought to himself.

In order to inspire the fighting spirit and bloodlust of his offspring, and at the same time ensure the efficient operation of the Empire, Robert Guilliman implemented a bottom-ranking elimination system within the Ultramarines during the years of peace.

The literal meaning of elimination of the last place.

Once a Ultramariner is trained by the Legion to be ready for both the battlefield and the workplace, he begins to face purgatory.

If an Ultramariner's performance is ranked last in the monthly performance report, he will be hanged and his soul will be taken by Robert Guilliman, torn apart, and thrown into the Daemon Engine.

His office pen and his battle sword would be assigned to the fourth and fifth from the bottom, as a warning to others.

The second to last and third to last will engage in a bloodbath, and the survivor will have their soul taken by [Guilliman] and thrown into his collection of gladiatorial arenas.

The souls of all the Ultra Warriors who were not good at politics but who emerged victorious in the bloodbath are there, and they will continue to fight until the strongest one is determined every hundred years.

Subsequently, Robert will grant him a new demonic body, and he will become a member of Robert Guilliman's Honor Guard.