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

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The Primarch quickened his pace, passing the abandoned houses and jogging towards the former cemetery. Everything was in ruins; the crosses of varying heights in the cemetery had all been corroded away by time. Only that one black cross stood there forever, lonely and monotonous.

The rain continued to fall, becoming torrential.

Passing through the cascading black waterfall, Mortarion's eyes widened as he saw the crimson figure standing amidst the graveyard, emanating a bloody aura. In remembrance of Hades, Vox never wore a helmet; the blood beast was dressed in a rough, heavy garment, and his head was corroded by acid rain, leaving specks of white bone.

Seeing Mortarian approach, Vox turned aside from the black cross and looked at Mortarian.

Mortarion the First Rebel made a pact with the three gods and tricked them. He sacrificed his own offspring in place of his own soul. He sacrificed the soul of Hera to Queen Slaanesh, and Lady Psyche rose from Hera's soul, fanning herself. He sacrificed the soul of Karas to Father Nurgle, and Typhon was born from Karas's bones. He sacrificed the soul of Vox to Lord Khorne... Vox... was still Vox.

Because Vox had made a pact with Khorne before Mortalian—the furious Vox was clearly more favored by Khorne than Mortalian.

"I didn't expect you to have the nerve to come back and see him."

"It's difficult for Khorne's demon prince to stay rational and refrain from cutting anything," Vox said, panting. So Vox temporarily pierced his temple with a sharp black stone spike—that way he couldn't cut anything anymore.

I...didn't do anything wrong.

Motarian said in a hoarse voice,

He didn't refuse my visit.

"Ah,"

Vox laughed.

"He has no soul at all—death is true dissipation for him, how can he refuse you?"

He just didn't reject me.

Mortarion remained expressionless and continued shamelessly, while the Primarch shifted his feet, seemingly wanting Vox, who was standing next to the simple black cross, to move.

Vox let out a painful, beast-like roar. Mortarian noticed a small white flower, soaked in blood and then completely destroyed by Barbarus's poisonous rain, in his tightly clenched right fist—Vox must have been hanging out with those Terrans again, trying to learn their way of mourning.

Under the Primarch's immense pressure, Vox was forced to reluctantly yield, though his gaze was fierce, as if completely soaked in blood, containing only anger born of incomprehension.

The rain was pouring down.

Under Vox's gaze, Mortarian calmly squatted down, staring intently at the black cross.

You said... is that world the utopia you speak of?

"Whether that world is real or not—this world has been completely destroyed by you."

"Vox said angrily."

Mortarian remained unmoved, the black tear stains on his cheeks becoming even more prominent.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 777 [220] Guilliman is suffering in his heart. Why doesn't Guilliman say it? Speak!

Another line of fate

Terra

The eerie light of the sun shone down from the sky and fell into the royal court. The king bowed his head in thought, a faint smile always on his lips.

Mortarian... has returned to Barbaros.

"Killiman said casually, unconsciously stroking the hilt of his sword. A light far more chaotic than that of space flowed in his eyes. No one knows what Robert Guilliman transformed himself into during his ten thousand years of ruling the empire—in order to rule this vast empire."

In some respects, no one was more dedicated to dealing with the behemoth known as the "Empire" than Guilliman.

No, there is, any, person.

Guilliman's eyes remained fixed on the scene. Before the king drew his sword, he had already given it his all. A decision-maker of an empire should not act rashly, otherwise it would be a desecration of the king's position.

what,

Guilliman raised his hand, which hovered in the air.

In this respect, the previous monarch of this empire was clearly not as competent as Robert Guilliman, and thus he failed, being imprisoned in his high hall, spending his days with his enemies.

But… Guilliman lowered his eyes, his long, curled golden eyelashes trembling, light spilling down, revealing another line of fate… He pondered, searching for the destiny of another world among the hazy, twisted fragments of memory.

Pluto...

Guilliman unconsciously uttered the unfamiliar high Gothic word, a feeling of strangeness that aroused him. It was the biggest variable in that branch of history—the anchor point from which their fateful lineage appeared.

It was precisely in order to completely eliminate Hades that the Master of All Changes, the Wicked Genius, descended from this line of fate and successfully became the most powerful being in the chaos ten thousand years ago.

Unfortunately, the Lord of Changes was now half-dead. Guilliman pondered whether to go to Tzeentch, but the Lord of Changes probably wouldn't provide any useful information.

Guilliman stretched out his hand, and the half-seat [9] appeared between his fingers. Then, Guilliman casually reversed the numbers, turning [9] into [6]—in this timeline, through the combined efforts of humanity, the Almighty Half-Step replaced the original fate of Slaanesh.

Perhaps this is also a reflection of fate.

And now... the biggest variable is "Pluto".

Hades, Hades, Hades.

Guilliman muttered to himself, wondering from which corner of the galaxy Hades appeared, when he rose to power, and just how strong he was to make a chaotic deity panic.

With trembling eyelashes, Guilliman half-concealed his blue eyes, which were as deep as the sea before a storm. No rush, they still had time to observe and make their plans.

But from Tzeentch's fragmented memories, the only important information Robert Guilliman could extract was—

Send troops as soon as possible.

We must not give the human empires on the other side enough time to develop and become fully prepared before launching an attack on this fate.

No, fate must not flow like this. The empire that Robert Guilliman has painstakingly built over ten thousand years will not perish. It will stand atop the corpses of its own kind and become a colossal entity covering the entire galaxy and beyond.

By deploying troops ahead of time, they must gain the upper hand.

Robert Guilliman smiled, recalling the time when Motalian knelt amidst the chaos, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at him.

Robert Guilliman was not the strongest of all his brothers, but he was skilled in strategy and his pawns.

Now, the cold-blooded emperor, Robert Guilliman, sat back on his chessboard. He reached out his hand towards the board, and the giant hand, symbolizing all-power, descended upon it. With his movement, three different colored lights climbed onto his calloused hand, worn from holding a pen and a sword.

The only place where two fates can be intertwined...

Robert Guilliman tapped the chessboard lightly, looking with interest at the [Eye of Fear].

The Chaos can pass through this wall and do whatever they want...

But we still need a little help.

Guilliman seemed lost in thought, recalling the sister sword of the spinal cord sword that had pierced through the Emperor and Tzeentch.

Then, Killieman smiled.

"I'll use it," he thought calmly, thanking Magnus for providing him with enough raw materials from the towering Primarch.

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[Positive Fate Line]

"Have some more, Killieman! You finally decided to take a day off today!"

"Finally—a—day—of—rest!!"

Hades yelled, clutching the Barbaros flat bottle in one hand, and then lunged at Robert Guilliman with a roar.

Leaning against the pile of documents on his desk, Killieman gagged and awkwardly pulled his office chair aside, successfully dodging Hades's wobbly pounce.

【Phenus! Phenus!】

Guilliman shouted as if calling for help, while on the other side, Phenus, who was silent and emanating a faint white-green light of death amidst the golden light, pursed his lips tightly—the Death's Brew carried a psionic attack. Phenus may not have a stomach, but he has a soul.

If you have a soul, you can feel the potency of Barbaros's poison! Domineering! Powerful!

Fernus's vision blurred, as if he had entered that misty realm. Swaying unsteadily, he seemed to see the insect-like monster appear before him—

The monster said to him,

[Fuck you.]

Fenus jolted back to the office filled with documents, where the Primarch watched Hades being shoved towards him by Guilliman, who was trying to force-feed him a large amount of feces-infused liquor.

"drink,"

Hades gazed at Phenus with deep affection.

"I'll just drink to get through today, then I'll have to go to work tomorrow."

The profound meaning contained in those words instantly overwhelmed Phenus, so he took the wine without hesitation and downed it in one gulp.

His blurry gaze passed over the grinning Hades and saw Killieman, who was slumped over his desk, giving him a thumbs-up.

Then—Phenus rolled his eyes—

"Yes! Yes!"

Hades clapped and laughed, but still managed to catch Fernus just as his head hit the ground, giving him a cushion against the floor. Don't misunderstand, Hades was just worried that Fernus would dent the floor, and he didn't want to fix it.

Seeing that Phenus had been defeated, Hades chuckled, raised his hand, and drank the wine bottle he was holding in one gulp.

"How wonderful! How wonderful!"

Hades shouted,

"Finally, I have a day off!"

Nearly unconscious, but still clinging to a sliver of reason, Guilliman raised his hand and pointed in Hades's direction.

[You've already spent half a month resting in the titanium industry, Hades. You're too greedy.]

"But Mortarian is on vacation in Barbaros at this time!"

Hades was heartbroken and filled with regret. How could he have such a high justice score but not know how to run away?

Today's rare holiday was only because they decided to treat themselves to a day off after discussing the movements of the Necromancers with Tarasin and concluding that they posed no significant threat to the Empire in the mid-term.

On Tyren's side, Tarachin also revealed that the Silent King might take over, which would lessen the burden on the human side.

After sending Tarachin away, they conducted a complex imperial risk assessment, and based on the results, and at Hades's urging, Guilliman decided to give the three of them a day off on the spot.

【Motalian…】

Killieman, whose face had been pressed tightly against the table and was slightly flushed, slowly straightened up, his face full of indignation and an expression of "How could this be?!"

【Motalian!】

Guilliman slammed his fist on the table; the poisoned wine had made him incoherent. Hades swaggered over and patted Guilliman's shoulder armor.

"Say!"

Hades was also heartbroken.

"Say it out loud! I know what you want to say!"

[Motalian—that bastard Motalian!]

Guilliman let out a burp, lowered his head angrily, and shouted.

【I want to go back to Macragge too! He's living such a carefree life! Macragge!!! I don't want to stay in Terra anymore! Neos, come back here!!! Macragge!!!】

That mountain! That water! That city! Oh, Makula!

After suppressing his emotions for so long, Guilliman felt his mind was a complete mess. He deliberately suppressed his psionic ability to detoxify the poisoned wine; he needed to get drunk for a while.

He gives others time off, but who will give him time off?

"That was such a clean scathing rebuke!"

Hades shook his head with a sigh.

"Their manners need to be lowered!"

To be honest, Mortarian's initiative when it comes to official documents is the lowest Hades has ever seen. Of course, he'd like to see Mortarian idle, but when it's time to work—don't show such obvious signs of slacking off! Mortarian!!

Hades burped, waved his hand casually, and then slapped Guilliman's shoulder armor hard, causing Guilliman to burp as well.

"No, ignore him!"

Hades took another swig of wine.

"I'll help you, Guilliman! You must unleash your full power, like the Qin King sweeping across the six kingdoms, reclaiming the galaxy, running around the pillar—punching Nurgle and kicking Khorne! With you and me joining forces, what galaxy can stand against us!"

Guilliman took a deep breath and instinctively reached out. Hades shoved another bottle into Guilliman's hand. Guilliman took a deep breath and chugged it down!

Goo-goo-goo-goo.

The sound of the bottle emptying echoed in the room. Killieman took another deep breath, lowered his voice, and blushed even more.