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

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Nukelia has a bloodthirsty culture; its people revel in watching and enjoying the brutal gladiatorial combats, cheering for the blood spurting from the bodies of slaves.

Even though Angron had completely forgotten his experiences on Terra, the marks remained. Amidst the city's ecstatic celebration of slaughter and bloodshed, Angron found the largest noble family in the area.

Prior to this, Number Twelve had never truly used his talents on ordinary people.

No one knows what that boy did back then.

When the crowd discovered them, the Primarch, with a youthful smile on his face, was standing in the noble's torture courtyard. Around him were countless human bodies slumped on the ground, their faces filled with bliss and their eyes rolling back.

The boy stood barefoot in a pool of blood, and at his feet lay the eldest son of a nobleman, dead after his defeat in the duel. Even in death, the deceased's expression suggested he was dreaming a beautiful dream.

Number Twelve merely did what was expected of him: to bring happiness to the crowd. This happiness, in turn, benefited the still-naive boy. People wept, begging him to continue, prostrating themselves at his feet, kissing his toes amidst the blood and gore.

All of this tells Number Twelve that his actions were correct.

*Then the Son of God descended.*

He silenced the wailing infants, and before the tears could even fall from their eyes, they drifted off to sleep with a smile; he relieved the suffering old man from his pain, and sent him to heaven in blissful bliss; Anglon was generous and magnanimous, never refusing anyone's request, even offering his own blood to drink.

He simply did what everyone expected, bringing happiness to the true people; that was Angron.

*But the crowd grew increasingly dissatisfied—the blissful happiness of the past had been washed away by the waves of time, and they stood beside Angron with long faces, lamenting all day long.*

At this point, Angron acquired his second ability: synesthesia.

*In the arena, at the very moment a slave falls, all the spectators scream in agony, not out of mercy, but because the sensation of a dagger piercing a throat is so vivid—

The ways of dying thus became as numerous as the stars in the sky, and before true death arrived, people couldn't even distinguish whether it was a gift from the Son of God or the true scythe of Death.

*But it didn't matter; all those with official residency in Nukelia were happy. Anglon did his best to meet people's needs; he inherently disliked seeing quarrels and sorrow. Under his rule, people lived in harmony, without fighting or scrambling.*

*When the greatest lord of Nuseria died smiling on his soft, comfortable bed, Angron, who lay beside him, naturally became the new leader of Nuseria. However, Angron did not engage in administration; he delegated many tedious and uninteresting tasks to his servants, rewarding them with bliss.*

*Following the instructions within his own genes, Angron transformed Nukelia into a veritable paradise. The "official residents" recognized by Nukelia lived in peace and prosperity, leaving their doors unlocked at night, smiles on everyone's faces, and the crime rate was minimized.*

*In the lower strata of Nukelia, the slaves lived a life worse than death. Angron did not consider them true human beings—during his education on Terra, Angron had personally witnessed the machine servants, yet the Primarch did not regard them as true human. Therefore, in the Primarch's heart, these people were no different from machine servants.*

The Empire was inherently class-based, and within the Terran Palace, there were hundreds of millions of humans who lived almost like slaves, bowing their heads to the ground every day.

The concept of "resistance" was perhaps only taught to Number Fourteen by the Human Lords during their brief journey on Terra.

*The Primarch spent his days with his

The blood and suffering of slaves will serve as the best backdrop to the joy of the crowd.

Among his subjects, and among the official inhabitants of Nukelia, Angron gained immense prestige. In a sense, he became almost their true master, not merely a lord; the people submitted to him automatically out of desire.

When the Lord of Man descended upon Nukelia, he was greeted with a thunderous roar of welcome from its people. Angron, draped in silken robes, handed over many of Nukelia's STCs to the Emperor and declared Nukelia's submission.

The Lord of Humanity failed to notice Angron's unusual behavior, perhaps because Angron concealed it well, or perhaps because it was merely a minor flaw in the Lord of Humanity's eyes.

*It should be noted that, amidst the adoration and pampering of the Nukelian people, Number Twelve developed a certain arrogance, and he was deeply delighted with his special talent.

But because the Primarch was already accustomed to concealing his true emotions, no one noticed—until Number Twelve's laughter echoed through the brothel.

He wished to bring joy to all, and so the people lifted him into a state of bliss.

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

It's hard for me to describe that feeling.

Roger Dorn said calmly,

The mental anguish inflicted by Angron far surpassed the physical pain; even being shot by a bullet wouldn't cause such agony.

Dorn said, looking up at Angron, who stood there dumbfounded.

After a brief period of chaos, Neos decided to find a suitable place to listen to the echoes of another destiny, so they returned to Terra and to a more comfortable room.

Not all the Primarchs came. Apart from Mortalian, who was still unconscious, only Guilliman, Angron, and Dorne were in the Lord of Men's small chamber.

Vulcan was kindly asked to go elsewhere, and the emperor chose Phenus to comfort the distraught dragon.

Robert Guilliman was chosen by the Emperor and was required to listen to the entire speech.

Angron volunteered to come here, serving as an emergency revival drug for Guilliman after his coma.

But it was stuffed with a big one.

Hades' gaze slowly and cautiously swept over Angron, and he thought that Angron's current mood was not right, very wrong.

However, due to Angron's strange mood, Hades was unsure whether to speak up and comfort him, and the atmosphere fell into a mysterious silence.

Hades glanced at the Emperor again, but the Emperor's expression remained calm, as if he could accept all of this.

Hades silently withdrew his gaze, then glanced at Angron once more, deciding to do a good deed himself.

“Angron,”

Hades suddenly spoke.

Do you need to rest for a while?

He glanced at Mortalian lying peacefully on the ground out of the corner of his eye. Thirty seconds later, Mortalian had found his own sleeping partner.

Killieman felt like he was about to pass out again, but he was still awake and not allowed to fall into a coma.

Yay, it's gone!

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Chapter 747 Another "Me"

"I think they can continue."

The Emperor sat calmly in his armchair, holding a teacup, from which steam rose gently. Opposite him sat Dorn, his jaw clenched, while Hades stood speechlessly beside the two Primarchs lying down.

The room was quiet, except for Robert Killieman's not-so-calm breathing.

"It's only been ten minutes."

Hades said that Neos still had a little conscience; seeing that Robert Guilliman was indeed struggling, he stopped Dorn from continuing his story.

"But I think they need to know the truth."

Although Dorne has memories of two different fates, the good news is that both Dornes chose loyalty to the Emperor. The Primarch, as silent as a rock, did not try to argue with Neos, but instead chose to remain silent.

Not choosing Chonius is an extremely rare occurrence among Primarchs.

【etc,】

Guilliman raised his hand heavily, his gaze shifting unsteadily as it fell on Angron and Mortarian, who were not sleeping peacefully.

I don't just want to refute you, my brother.

Guilliman took another deep breath and successfully looked at Dorn, but Dorn's gaze made Guilliman feel somewhat unfamiliar.

What I mean is, this is a story told from your perspective.

In other words, this may deviate slightly from the truth of the matter.

Guilliman watched as Dorn's brow remained unmoved, and he looked at Guilliman with serious intent.

It is indeed possible that human subjectivity cannot objectively describe the truth. Therefore, I am only responsible for presenting the facts as objectively as possible, while the power of judgment is left to you.

Unconsciously, Guilliman's unease caused by Dorn's unfamiliarity dissipated.

This was still the Dorn he knew.

So Guilliman tacitly sat back down, quietly processing the information he had gained.

What Robert Guilliman finds hard to accept is that, so far, Dorn has not been involved in his part of the other fateline; Guilliman has only learned of his title from the Emperor.

Guilliman glanced cautiously at the Emperor again, his heart pounding as he wondered if it was possible that this was a lie told by the Emperor.

Although the possibility is extremely small, the meaning of the short syllable "regicide" is so heavy that it is hard to forget just by thinking about it.

However... this could indeed be his destiny.

Just as Robert Guilliman in this world ultimately deceived the Emperor, if Neos in another world were even more unreliable, Guilliman wouldn't rule out the idea of ​​another version of himself wanting to take his place.

……

This was a terrifying thought, but Guilliman was now the ruler of the empire, and faced with the truth, he could only accept it silently.

Perhaps... compared to Angron, who sided with Slaanesh, a corner of Killieman's heart might even feel relieved.

He believed that no Primarch wanted to serve Chaos—especially Slaanesh.

Poor Angron.

Guilliman thought this to himself, while Hades began the physical awakening service. He crouched down and first tapped Mortalian's bone armor, but the Primarch did not react.

Hades then reached out his hand, revealing a black liquid visible to the naked eye in his palm. After a moment's hesitation, Hades reached out and removed Mortarion's gas mask to check the Primarch's breath.

【? ? ! ! !】

The Emperor watched with satisfaction as Mortarion sprang up almost reflexively, while Hades immediately jumped back to avoid the Pale Lord's attack. Finally, Mortarion stood beside his restless sleeping Angron, his face ashen.

The Pale Lord stared intently at Neos.

[I think it was your idea?]

"it's me."

Neos said calmly, his expression utterly unperturbed.

"Don't you want to know the truth? You've fallen so low, perhaps you should accept this fact—I don't think the resilient Mortarian will fall because of these things. I think the permanent departure of your comrades would be even harder for you to accept than this."

Hades has reason to believe that Neos is retaliating for being trapped in his trap. Although Neos sometimes lacks emotional intelligence, he always knows how to say things that will hurt the other party the most.

Hades felt that Mortalian was about to explode. Death stood there quietly, his eyes filled with an inscrutable gloom.

……

He did have dreams of his own depravity, but that was a long time ago.

Mortarian took a deep breath. The nightmares of the past caught up with him again. Even though his abilities were no longer what they used to be, the disbelief and pain he felt after hearing about his fall from grace in another timeline was no less intense.

And this implies another possibility,

The Primarch's overly-processed brain, inescapably sliding towards that fact, was racing.

That is Hades in that fate line got into trouble—if Hades were still alive, and still the most rational and normal one among the Death Guard, then Mortarion believed that he would never fall.

Or at least he wouldn't be the "leader of heresy".

Mortarian remained silent, believing that he was not the only one who had discovered the problem; the Emperor and Hades must have been aware of it as well, but neither of them mentioned it.

Was it a topic discussed while he was in a coma?

Mortarion looked at Hades, who shrugged apologetically and tried to continue waking Angron.

Mortarian raised his hand, signaling Hades to stop for a moment.

I want to ask, where are you, along that line of fate?

"Motalian asked in a hoarse voice," Hades replied with a laugh.

"It's completely sealed."

If Tzeentch wants to reverse the timeline, then Hades, who can devour the warp, would be the one who is killed off from the very beginning, and Hades knows this very well.

He, on that fate line, is probably either dead or killed instantly at the start.

Hades intended to ask questions after hearing Dorne's story; he didn't want to interrupt a complete narrative.

Meanwhile, Hades noticed that Dorn's reaction didn't seem to indicate that he knew about him, so Hades had already made up his mind.

"Indeed, only one observer of sufficient stature appeared,"

Nios added slowly, taking a sip of tea under Mortarian's sinister gaze.

"Only then can the two lines collapse at the final point."

【so? 】

Mortarian was still parched, and he desperately wanted to know the specific identity of his other side and to give that other side a scythe.

But he was equally concerned about the story of his old friend. Mortarion's instincts told him that if Hades had made the Shapeshifter suffer a loss here, then Tzeentch would not have simply "killed him."