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

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【The Glory of Makula】

Hades?!

The door was violently flung open and then slammed shut with a loud bang!

The piercing screams were almost deafening. Mortalian, his body covered in soot, shoved Guilliman aside from the hospital bed and then staggered to his knees beside it.

Hades?!

Because of the key Hades sent, all the space necromancers on the battlefield stopped operating for a second, and in that second, the Pale Lord seized the opportunity.

The seventh line thus achieved a complete victory.

[You knew perfectly well that the Silent King was waiting for him to show himself, so why did you still send him?!]

Mortarian roared, leaped to his feet, and charged menacingly toward Guilliman.

Guilliman's throat tightened, but he didn't know what to say. He knew that Mortalian was in a rage and wouldn't listen to anything else.

He came to save me.

Magnus, visibly exhausted and his red skin almost gray, stepped forward and blocked Mortalian's path as he charged toward Guilliman.

【Calm down, Mortarian!】

Mortarion didn't see Magnus at first, but then the Primarch looked down and saw Magnus, who was less than waist-high to him.

The massive loss of psionic energy caused Magnus to shrink.

[Did he go because you couldn't withstand the Storm King's attack?]

Mortarian crouched down, casting a huge shadow over Magnus, who instinctively swallowed and backed away.

But the Pale Lord's gaze was far too sharp.

He didn't even offer me any support...

Mortarian's voice suddenly softened, and his empty knuckles twitched unnaturally, as if he wanted to grasp the scythe.

"...Calm down, Mortarian."

Sitting on another hospital bed nearby, Sanguis said softly that he had also suffered considerable injuries from forcibly restraining the struggling Hades.

Fortunately, Hades' will finally awoke, suppressing the rampaging Hades in advance.

Saint Gilles opened his hands, which were mottled as if corroded by strong acid, the marks of the pain inflicted by Hades.

Motarian suddenly took two steps back and burst into laughter.

He spread his arms wide, facing everyone in the room.

This is a war waged for Hades... Hehehehehe!

"...Calm down, Lao Mo."

Hades' voice suddenly rang out, and Mortarian, who had just been mocking everyone in the room, immediately went back to check on Hades' situation. The speed of his change of action was astonishing.

Hades felt his eyelids grow heavy as he gradually recalled what had happened.

Because of Storm King's sudden sneak attack, he rashly appeared in order to prevent the entire battle line from falling.

Then, unexpectedly, the King of Silence also made an early appearance...

Hades gave a bitter laugh to himself.

Perhaps he shared the same thought as the Silent King at some point: to end the battle as soon as possible. The human empire could not withstand such losses, while the Silent King still had the Storm King to deal with.

Therefore, they all wanted a quick victory.

The human empire, on the other hand, hopes to wage a war of attrition, slowly wearing down the Silent King.

But with the addition of the Storm King, Hades has come to realize that a single human empire, after contending with the Silent King, is no longer able to fight against the Storm King.

Originally... originally...

Originally, if only that one strike had hit...

Hades sighed inwardly. He had misjudged the strength of the Silent King, and his past success in killing Slaanesh had misled him.

The Dark Domain is useless against the Necromancers of Space... while the Necromancers of Space are effective against the Star Gods.

Looking back... this is probably the first time Hades has failed to self-destruct.

He felt the anger of defeat catch up with him, but even more so, he was worried about the future of the human empire; he would likely be unable to provide any effective assistance in the short term.

What should I do next?

Hades struggled to open his eyes and saw a worried-looking Mortarian. He wanted to say something more, but in the current situation, it seemed that even Robert Guilliman was powerless to help.

Mortarian's pupils trembled as he watched Hades struggle to open and close his mouth. Finally, Hades looked towards the doorway and weakly uttered a single sentence.

"There's something outside the door..."

He struggled to speak, then fell into a coma again.

Is there something outside the door?

Almost simultaneously, all the Primarchs in the room jumped up, drew their swords, and faced the door—

How did they manage to ignore that incredibly strange psionic energy fluctuation outside the door?!

What is that outside the door?! How could it arrive so silently even with several psionic Primarchs present?!

Sure enough, there was a knock on the door!

Clang, clang, clang!

After three crisp knocks, the door creaked open—

The door opened.

Reluctantly, Mortarian pushed open the door and stepped aside to let the holographic projection of Guilliman walk in.

Hello, my friends!

To everyone's astonishment, Robert Guilliman smiled and raised his hand, the large crown on his head shining brightly.

Behind him, Mortarion cowered, his gaze fixed on Mortarion like a sword, as if trying to pierce through the Primarch to see the hospital bed that Mortarion was blocking.

As if completely unaffected by the gazes in the room, the Emperor smiled and uttered what Mortarion considered to be the most venomous words.

I think you need an ally right now?

Haha, posting both pictures together will make it easier to see. So, Monday is considered the day of the update, and the next update should be on Tuesday night, around the usual time.

Chapter 795 [237] You and I, staring at each other.

Robert Killman fell silent.

The newly enthroned emperor was so bewildered and shocked that these emotions were readily apparent on his usually well-concealed face.

His deep blue eyes, which had been fixed on official documents day and night, trembled slightly.

Throughout Robert Guilliman's eventful life, he experienced the ups and downs of brotherly betrayal, witnessed the curtain fall and the triumph of turning the tide, saw the fall of San Gilles and the betrayal of Macardo; seized power amidst the fall of gods, and even commanded emperors at the dinner table.

In short, as Robert Guilliman, the ruler of the Empire, the ruler of the Macragge 500 worlds, the father of the Ultramarines Legion, and the Empire's largest nuclear-powered ox-horse, what hasn't Guilliman seen?

Sorry, Killieman has never seen anything like this before.

Even though he had heard of that absurd fate from Roger Dorn, and even though Guilliman had imagined it countless times in his mind, when that "Robert" stood before him, Guilliman realized with bewilderment that his previous mental preparations were nothing but empty words.

Robert Killman was standing there.

Stand in front of him.

He... is more like an emperor.

Robert Killman was not wearing armor.

The night was deep, and twinkling lights streaked across the black silk.

A wide, deep blue cloak trailed behind him, like the tail feathers of a phoenix dragging on the ground. The gilded jacquard patterns on the white glazed leather were eye-catching, reflecting different lights every moment as the Primarch moved.

The true colors of the empire are gold, white, and red.

But that "empire" is clearly not.

The emperor redefined the correct colors, revised the rites and laws, established the standards of measurement, and unified the world—black was the correct color, and blue was the first.

The winner has the right to decide.

Amidst the gilded jacquard, medals, and ribbons, that face was now dazzling.

His face was perfectly thin, neither as bony as a vagrant nor as wealthy as a rich man; his features were divinely bestowed, his bones as hard as a rock.

On his sharply defined nose, his deep-set blue eyes seemed to hold the starlight of the Milky Way for millennia, as if the entire galaxy flowed within them.

And that is indeed the case. Whether people believe it or not, the smiling Robert Guilliman before them is in charge of an entire galaxy.

Everyone should kneel before him.

kneel.

In the presence of Robert Guilliman, even the dazzling crown adorned with countless jewels pales in comparison, transforming into a mere, insignificant, colorful pebble on the beach.

A vast ocean is surging before you, yet you are not even paying attention to the pebbles at your feet.

He is the ocean, he is the Milky Way.

The king's kingdom is the extension of the king's hands, feet, and consciousness.

Magnus, who had shrunk himself into the shadows, finally pulled his gaze away from Killieman. He quickly glanced at their Roberts, his eyes darting back and forth between the two Roberts, while Killieman's expression grew increasingly grim.

Compared to the black and blue [Killiman], their [Killiman] was clearly more tired, more... weathered?

Unlike the marble-like strands of gold hair on the other side, Killieman's blond hair was disheveled from sitting at his desk for long periods of time, a result of the king's anxieties. His blond hair was messy, and there were bloodshot veins in Killieman's eyes as well.

Their Killieman, on the contrary, is more like a hard-working office worker who spends half his life toiling away, except that he might smoke a cigarette in his spare time and lean against the window to smoke a lot.

Seemingly realizing the difference between himself and the person opposite him, Killieman took a deep breath.

He felt a little tired—Killiman knew why he felt this way; he saw another version of himself, another version of himself that he could have become.

A "bright" future that disregards moral bottom lines and treats others as mere tools.

Often, as long as you abandon your moral bottom line and indulge yourself, things will be resolved much more easily, and you'll have plenty of room for such indulgence.

Guilliman could even imagine his own private bathhouse across the entire continent of Terra—a pool flowing with milk, honey, and lead-laced wine.

Killieman sighed inwardly once more.

Now is not the time for him to be sentimental.

Everyone had already moved aside, as if leaving the battleground entirely to the two Killiemen. With just a slight glance, the two Killiemen would meet each other's eyes.

Robert Guilliman could feel the gazes of the crowd lingering between him and "that other person"—

The only saving grace was that [Motalian] was clearly much more conspicuous than this [Guilliman].

Even Guilliman himself, after recovering from the shock of seeing another version of himself, couldn't help but look at that [Motalian].

Is that... Mortarion?

A tall, yet impeccably polite, gray-haired man stood before them. His gaze was not as sharp as Mortarian's; instead, it held a hint of gentleness and evasion.

It was as if they had surrendered to the entire world.

Seeing people's eyes on him, the [Motalian] bowed slightly.

Saint Gilles felt Magnus beside him was about to scream. The archangel reacted quickly, gently patting Magnus with his wing to stop Magnus from staring at Mortalian in disbelief.

The first impression of the Mortarion was several times better than that of the psionic, mutated human-winged, lepidopteran that was now behind them, emanating a sinister aura.

Without turning around, Guilliman knew that Mortalian was currently exhaling a large amount of smoke, the aura so powerful that it blew the hair on the back of Guilliman's head, and Guilliman felt a chill behind him.

Mortarian's expression right now must be priceless.

Killieman thought with a tense expression, "Unfortunately, I can't look back and appreciate it now. Instead, I have to deal with the crisis coming from 'myself'."

【I don't understand you.】

"Killiman said, his tone authoritative, even though he was facing only a projection of 'Killiman'," Guilliman said.

[Alliance formed.]