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

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No, I saw another version of myself.

He said his eyes were fixed on the ground, and he was clearly starting to feel confused.

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When the first Fallen Mortalian appeared, Dorn and his Imperial Fist were sent to the Far North Misty Sector to drive out an army of Greenskins that had suddenly emerged from the Warp.

Because of the exclusion they faced, the Imperial Fist's supplies were unstable for a long time. At that time, the Imperial Fist had just finished a conquest war against a planet suspected to be Khorne, and the legion suffered heavy losses, but they were not allowed to rest.

This decision may not have been made by the Emperor himself, but by the Ministry of War. Dorne could have directly rejected this request, and as the Primarch, the Legion would at least have received a brief respite.

But after analysis, Dorn believed that his legion was capable of the mission, so the Imperial Fist set out again.

In reality, if the Imperial Torch hadn't been extinguished, the Imperial Fist could indeed have successfully completed its operation to eliminate the Greenskins. However, at the very moment the Imperial Fist was engaged in fierce combat with the Greenskins—

But the starlight went out.

The intense subspace fluctuations directly reversed the course of the battle, and the Khorne demon army pouring out from the Mountain Array also joined the fight.

Dorn acted swiftly, immediately sending a distress signal to Terra, and then led his offspring to fight the enemy on the Mountain Strike.

It is worth mentioning that Roger Dorn was not a cruel man; he was simply too taciturn. Even though he was taciturn, Roger always encouraged his offspring. He set an example by his own actions, and this most steadfast and unbreakable stone wall always stood firm on the front line.

This war, so lopsided in strength, should have ended immediately. However, thanks to the relentless efforts of Dorne and his descendants, it miraculously lasted for decades, even centuries, until—

Roger Dorn, who thought he was an ally, ascended the mountain.

Vulcan, the foolish green dragon, and Anglon, the tyrant of playful lust.

【etc? ! 】

【etc?!!!】

Vulcan suddenly roared, his shout almost shattering the ceiling of the Mountain Array. The Primarch waved his arms in a comical and fearful manner, his eyes wide open.

【What did you say?! Dorn?! What did you just say?! !!!】

The other two Primarchs reacted much like Vulcan. Guilliman nearly lost his composure, tightly covering his mouth as if trying to stifle the scream escaping his throat, large beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.

Mortarian gurgled as he breathed, and apart from his deathly breathing, the Pale Lord was completely frozen, like the stress response of some insect.

I'm confused too.

Dorn spoke slowly,

I remember you saved me, Vulcan—I mean, of course, you standing before me now.

…………

"In another storyline, Vulcan and Anglon are confirmed to have fallen."

The cold, glacial light of the stars slowly swept across the floor from the command window. The Emperor spoke calmly, golden circles gleaming in his eyes.

"Vulcan joined Nurgle, and Angron is... Slaanesh?"

Behind him, Hades analyzed the situation. Hades' expression was grim, but he was still facing reality.

"He is actually very suitable for a lord of lust."

The Emperor said calmly, "It should be said that Angron's initial idea was that there was a possibility of depravity."

"I just don't know why Khorne ended up reaching out to him too."

"Does that mean Mortarion will be spared?"

Hades' tone carried a hint of death. Analyzing is one thing, accepting is another. Although he was mentally prepared for Tzeentch to win big, hearing it still weighed heavily on his mind.

………………

I fought them—I knew very well that I could not afford to lose, for to lose would mean becoming like them.

As Dorn spoke, Guilliman noticed that he clenched his fists, and blood seeped from between Dorn's knuckles.

In fact, the two of them could have easily defeated Dorn, who was on the verge of death at the time, but the Rock displayed amazing willpower at the last moment. With the Imperial Fists sacrificing themselves one after another, Dorn barely managed to fight the two Primarchs.

until--

[Seeing that they could not break through the mountain formation in a short time,]

"Dorn said calmly, looking at Mortalian with a glint in his eyes that Mortalian feared.

[Then the benevolent fool and the playful glutton called upon another, and upon seeing him—I realized that Vulcan and Anglon were merely his victims, and so was I.]

Dorn stared at Mortarion, his eyes unblinking.

Mortarian, the leader of the heretics.

Before the colossal entity known as Mortalian collapsed with a deafening roar, Hades' frantic shouts echoed through the corridors.

"Stop! Stop!!! Stop talking!!! Stop talking!!!!"

boom!

Hades flung open the door and stared in disbelief as he saw Mortarian, frozen in place, slowly turning his head toward him.

I am the first to fall.

In the silence, Hades swallowed hard.

"So, how are you feeling now, Lao Mo?"

He looked at Mortalian, his mind racing. Although Mortalian was now resilient and open-minded enough, this was something that not every Primarch could accept so easily.

Mortarian stared blankly at Hades, who assumed Mortarian wanted to say something like "It's alright" or "It's okay."

But these futile and powerless words lingered in Mortalian's throat, ultimately failing to reach the truth.

Finally, what Mortarian arrived at was the truth.

Let me sleep a little longer, Hades.

As he expected, the dark domain surged and covered him immediately.

……

Guilliman gazed at the now silent Mortalian, swallowed hard, and looked at Hades.

I can too!

"You are not capable, my child."

Neos's calm voice rang out, and Hades turned around to see the Lord of Humanity, dressed in plain robes, entering.

“You are the king of a nation—you can only face Robert Guilliman.”

A different light flashed in Neos's eyes.

"Or, you can listen to your identity from another world, my child—Killman the Kingslayer."

Hades, dragging Mortalian along, felt that Guilliman was about to collapse as well.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 746 The Twelfth Hedonist

【? ? ? 】

He continues to hold on.

Vulcan the Fool sighed, noting the enormous size of the green dragon. Vulcan himself was already the largest of the Primarchs, and after receiving the Father's blessing, his form swelled up like a giant tree in a swamp.

Thick, cloudy tears clung to the corners of his eyes, the flame in them long since extinguished. The tears that Vulcan had shed year after year had finally extinguished the flame in his eyes.

Vulcan was accompanied by his equally swollen offspring, like amphibians that roosted beside a swamp dragon.

I felt him.

Angron grinned, the Lord of Mad Words' smile so unrestrained, his lips seemingly torn apart.

Even so, the light shimmering in Angron's dark eyes was gentle and warm, with tiny purple stars twinkling within them. Anyone who met his gaze would immediately fall into that gentle sea of ​​stars.

Only those who have been manipulated by Angron know that the gentleness veiled in his eyes is a lie of the world.

I really like this flavor.

"Lord of Lust," Angron said softly, his upper body bare as he stepped toward the direction where Dorne was hiding. With each step of the Primarch, the various bronze and silver ornaments piercing his body jingled.

These glittering little things are not merely decorative; the Primarch can use them to expand the scope of his emotional manipulation. At the same time, these little beads hanging on flesh and blood, along with the ornaments of the other warriors in the Legion, are worn by father and son whenever the Primarch desires them. These ornaments will fall into the same state—this is precisely the expression of ultimate empathy that Angron seeks.

Vulcan looked sadly at Anglon, tears welling in his eyes, and muttered,

You mustn't mistreat him, Angron.

【I know.】

Slaanesh's proud prince drew out the last syllable, which Anglo found somewhat boring. In his "sight," Vulcan always had a dull, monotonous, and unchanging flavor—the flavor of excessive pity.

Angron, however, dared not underestimate Vulcan. The immortal dragon had undergone a true rebirth in Nurgle's Garden, and opposing Vulcan was an extremely terrifying prospect.

This means you will never be able to kill him, and he will drag you into a suffocating abyss, like a swamp, just as you are struggling and exhausted.

In contrast, Angron was far more interested in Roger Dorne's emotions. Although it looked like a stubborn rock, Angron glimpsed the opportunity to corrupt Dorne through the cracks that had been climbing on it.

He would be the kind of being who practices spiritual asceticism but physically punishes himself.

Angron said casually, toying with the two curved swords in his hands. Wherever he went, the little things on his body jingled and rattled.

"He has already been chosen by the Blood Lord—this was just a thoughtless remark on your part, not a genuine attempt to disrupt the balance among the gods."

Vulcan followed slowly, leaving a trail of slime on the ground with each step.

Nature, nature, this is nature.

Angron tossed his scimitar, twirling it in his hand. Vulcan was taking it a little too seriously. Primarch tried to release some psionic energy to make Vulcan a little more frivolous, but the thick stench around Vulcan prevented him from continuing.

But doesn't the Blood Lord already possess Corax?

Angron looked up, and there Dorn was—he couldn't help but smile.

This is a matter between the gods.

Thick, bubbly words sounded behind him. Angron gracefully pushed open the door, his gaze passing over the corpses scattered on the floor, and he saw a bright yellow figure leaning against the wall.

Long time no see, you guy who can't speak.

The heavily wounded Dorn did not respond to Angron. He merely raised the chainsaw sword in his hand. Angron opened his arms as if to embrace Dorn, but the curved swords in his hands were held in place by silver chains, dangling from Angron's forearms.

Join us, and I think you'll become more interesting—it'll be good for you, and it'll make things easier for your offspring too.

【roll. 】

Dorn stared intently as he saw Angron, who was shirtless, with long, spiraling horns resembling ram's horns emerging from his forehead, and a hazy psychic energy pulsating between the horns like a sea of ​​signals.

Angron, in terms of individual combat strength, is enough to rank among the top five among Primarchs, but if you add his terrifying mental manipulation ability, the Lord of Lust will be the most difficult one to deal with.

Let's have some fun first, tough guy.

Angron laughed, and his smile was so harmless that if you ignored his dark eyes and ram's horns, Angron's expression would simply resemble that of a gentle teacher.

As Dorn stared intently, Angron held up a hand and gently made a shushing gesture.

This is the beginning of a mind control attack.

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*Decrypting Hidden Files*

*Number Twelve*

*In the plans of the Lord of Mankind, Number Twelve is undoubtedly the most unique. Number Twelve will not become an outstanding monarch or an exceptional leader; compared to its brothers, its bottom line is less concerned with personal matters, but on the other hand, this symbolizes a greater capacity for acceptance of others.*

*Number Twelve was designed from the outset with an extremely special mission. It possesses unique psychic abilities and emotional perception. During the design process, the Lord of Humanity emphasized this ability, which resulted in Number Twelve's other talents not being particularly outstanding.*

*Sacrificing its other talents in exchange for Number Twelve's extraordinary abilities in **empathy** and **emotional soothing**, this is precisely what the Lord of Humanity desires—Number Twelve's mission will be to soothe its other unstable kin and act as a mediator between the Primarchs.*

Therefore, Primarch Twelve's learning path on Terra differed significantly from the other Primarchs. To guide Twelve's talents to the greatest extent possible, the Emperor focused on teaching him how to use his empathy and emotional perception.

*The Human Lord's intended direction for Number Twelf is the precise manipulation and soothing of the emotions of high-value individuals.*

*After the Primarch was scattered throughout the universe, Primarch XII crashed onto a planet called Nukelia, where he was initially pursued by the Eldar.*

*The lessons learned on Terra enabled Number Twelve to successfully escape the Eldar's pursuit, and he managed to carry the corpse of an Eldar into the mountains of Nukelia.*

*But Number Twelve did not choose the same path as Number Seven, Roger Dorn—that is, to avoid the crowd. Number Twelve's potential had already been awakened by the Emperor; it instinctively craved and was curious about the various emotions of the crowd, hoping to use its abilities to serve them.*

Six months after the 12th landed in Nukelia, a young boy named Angron entered the main city of Nukelia.