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

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While they were eating, the Primarchs were laughing and joking, while Neos, like a down-on-his-luck outsider, silently ate the food that Macardo had casually tossed into his plate.

Hades originally thought Neos' reaction would be more intense. Hades was constantly on guard against the Emperor's escape, so he was completely distracted during the meal, eating whatever was within reach.

The Emperor, aware of Hades's intentions, was already weakened and had no choice but to abandon his escape plan.

"I……"

Neos sighed.

“What really bothers me is not their arrangements for me—but that in one respect, they have truly defeated me.”

He paused, hesitating. He glanced at Guilliman again. Beside Neos, a soft, pale golden light shone, encompassing all the Primarchs, their psionic energy guiding them back to the physical world.

"For the warp above the human empire, this will be a new beginning."

"I had been looking forward to this day—but I never expected it to end like this."

The Emperor said that it seemed that Guilliman's actions had finally awakened him from his dream of finding Horus, and that his gaze had finally truly fallen on the other sons.

"So what are you planning to do next?"

Hades asked, noticing a sly smile playing on the Emperor's lips.

"To rekindle the Primarchs' affection for me."

He says,

"Then they'll let me go."

This Lao Deng.

Hades now understood why Macardo had cursed the Emperor so harshly.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 739 Who Doesn't Act Human?

Terra

I still believe all of this is a dream.

"Imperial Lord Robert Guilliman said calmly, blinking his azure eyes. The Primarch sat upright at his desk, as if he had just woken from a nap."

However, his blond hair was a little messy, and an oversized blanket hung in front of his legs.

This is not a dream.

The Pale Lord opposite him spoke in a hoarse voice; Mortarion's bone helmet was covered in cracks, and his face appeared to have considerable bruises.

The Pale Lord's mist spewed from the gas mask, and Guilliman glanced sideways as he saw the gas spraying onto the stacks of documents.

The good news is that these papers are protected by Guilliman, so they will not be completely corroded by the Pale Lord's poison gas. Instead, the words on them will sting Mortalian's eyes.

【So,】

Killieman spread his hands.

I have no memory of arriving here—what exactly happened after that dinner party?

Mortarian, who was opposite him, was silent for a second. After a cautious silence, Mortarian stepped aside to make way for Hades.

"Uh,"

Hades scratched his head and looked at Guilliman, unsure how to describe the scene from last night.

After a brief period of dizziness, the Primarchs gradually recovered from their inability to control their bodies, but Guilliman, whose psionic power had grown the most, was slow to recover.

The Lord of Mankind clearly hasn't given up on winning over the Primarchs, so Hades was forced to witness a less-than-successful familial speech—of course, Neos's speech was eventually interrupted.

Guilliman suddenly stood up and refused Neos's help. The empire's ruler looked righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he were about to rush to the battlefield and die a martyr.

Although his unsteady gait revealed that the Primarch had not yet regained his senses.

So everyone watched Guilliman leave, and a tacit understanding was established: the Primarchs would tiptoe after him, hoping to see where he would go.

Then, without a doubt.

Hades spread his hands, and he could say that Killieman had found his office on the second floor directly and accurately, and had picked up the documents with a shaky gait.

Before Hades could utter "This boy is terrifying," he saw Guilliman slowly fall to the ground.

This actually relieved them; if Guilliman could still work in this state—it would be an extremely terrifying thing.

Looking at Guilliman slumped in front of his desk, Makado, who was at the front of the crowd, sighed and patted the Emperor, who was leaning against the door frame. The aged-looking magician shook his head and was the first to leave.

Orl Persson followed cautiously behind Macado.

[...I feel a pang of sadness. What exactly did our brothers go through?]

Vulcan spoke, wiping his eyes, only to be met with a cold laugh from Mortarion. The Lord of Fire Dragons stepped forward, wanting to do something for Guilliman. Vulcan seemed at a loss, but in the end, he chose to drape a blanket over Guilliman.

Angron patted Vulcan on the shoulder. Perhaps the Lord of Red Sand thought that Guilliman needed to rest, so he gestured for Vulcan to leave, and grabbed Conrad by the collar and pulled him away.

Corax followed them as they left.

Magnus did not follow them out immediately, but after a brief silence in the room, he touched his nose and quietly left the room.

Are you satisfied with this scene?

Saint Gilles spoke softly, leaning against the pillar, looking at Neos with a mixture of amusement and anger.

"..."

"Congratulations on defeating me."

Nios clapped, the applause pausing and crisp.

"That's why my opinion of you has changed."

These words made the archangel choke for a moment. Saint Gilles looked like he wanted to say something more, but he just shook his head.

I hope you truly believe this.

The archangel uttered his words slowly and deliberately before disappearing into the long corridor.

The emperor solemnly stopped applauding.

"You're not planning to leave?"

The Emperor suddenly asked a question, and Hades decisively shook his head.

“At least I won’t leave you alone with Guilliman.”

Hades said bluntly.

"Or perhaps you and I can stay with him together."

Neos smiled, ignoring Hades's sharp words, and looked at Phenus.

"What's your business?"

Please remember Roger Dorn.

"Fernus said mechanically, then bowed and left the room."

"This matter should be left to you."

The Emperor looked at Mortarion and Hades, and spread his hands.

"The time has come to wake him—but it's you, I don't have much strength right now."

I also hope you are telling the truth.

Mortarian stared intently at Neos, who gave him a question mark, as if asking why he wasn't leaving either.

I want to give you another sickle.

"Motalian said decisively."

"So,"

Neos said calmly,

“Go out and fight—at least we shouldn’t alarm Guilliman right now. Hades, you’re in charge of continuing to hold the warp here.”

Mortarion and Hades exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes. Logically, the Lord of Mankind might be compassionate, but it was completely impossible for the Lord of Mankind to be so compassionate.

Realistically speaking, the emperor's actions were not illogical; the true heir to defeat him had already emerged, which was exactly what he had hoped for.

After a defeat, the first thing the individual called the Emperor needs to do is to ensure that his "throne" falls firmly into the hands of the victor.

There can be no oversights along the way; this is a scene that the Lord of Humanity would never want to see. Robert Guilliman's transformation at this moment is clearly the highest priority.

Even Hades thought that Neos might want to denounce Guilliman as a slave owner.

As the pale golden ocean receded, the Dark Sea rolled in, taking over the warp wall. Hades watched Mortarion and Nys depart, his eye twitching. Uh, it seemed that Saint Gilles hadn't gone too far.

It seems he wants a second match with Neos.

Hades thought of this, and then he received a message from the Figurine King, Tarachin—

"The image quality is clear; may good people have a peaceful and safe life."

? ? ? ? ? ?

Hades frowned and asked a question mark.

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

Hades, who was dozing off against the wall, suddenly lurched open his eyes and saw Mortarian, his face ashen, slowly walking back.

They were beaten really badly.

Hades frowned and shook his head. Receiving his sarcasm, Mortarian promptly rolled his eyes at Hades.

"Aren't you going back to rest?"

Hades asked, and Mortarian coughed and leaned against the wall next to Guilliman's desk like a doorman.

"Stay with him for one night."

Motalian said calmly, then immediately added to clarify that it wasn't because of his personal relationship with Guilliman.

"For the Empire."

In reality, no one had gone far. It was already late at night. On the balcony at the end of the corridor, Conrad was hanging upside down, emitting a plaintive howl, while Corax, Angron, and Vulcan were chatting happily. They all had the relatively mild values ​​of the original body.

In the palace gardens, Macardo bowed, scooped up a handful of soil, and handed it to Orle Persson. The old man straightened up and coldly watched as Neos swayed as he emerged from the maze of the palace.

Outside the palace, on the eaves where all sorts of monsters crouched, tattered feathers fluttered, and new downy feathers sprouted from beneath the gray ones. Saint Gilles looked up at the new moon, its tattered, cold edge sharp, yet it did not look at him.

Meanwhile, in the large archive directly above Guilliman’s office, the Crimson King strolled around, while Magnus seemed to be searching for information and documents related to stress reduction.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the large data room, which he hadn't yet noticed, Fernus had already temporarily reconnected to the Nirvana system. A massive flow of information was being transmitted, and the Primarch began to work in preparation for assisting Guilliman's next task.

On the desk beside the closed-eye body of Fenus, a group photo stands quietly, with the silver-haired Primarch smiling broadly as he gazes at the Medusa.

Unfortunately, things have changed.

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The Silent Eye

This is definitely not a good place to go.

His dull, gray hair spewed out haphazardly from his hood. Fugen instinctively shook his wrist; the bracelet the green-skinned wizard Magg Boy had given him was still on it.

But for some reason, perhaps due to the denser anti-psychic field within the Eye of Silence, the bracelet's luster dimmed considerably, as if something was missing.

I wonder how those green-skinned people are doing now.

Fugen imagined the Primarch leaning on a piece of industrial waste steel bar as a scepter, standing in the wilderness, squinting at the towering, broken black stone obelisk in the distance.

There are some signs of human activity on this planet, which is why Fugen is here.

…………

Still too late?

Primarch removed his hood. Although the Black Stone Obelisk had long been destroyed due to overload, the anti-psychic energy emanating from it still made him feel uncomfortable. Fugen looked up at the human skeletons near the Black Stone Obelisk.

Based on the remaining badges and mechanical artifacts, the Primarch determined that this was a small cult of the Underworld who had come for pilgrimage and scientific exploration, but they ultimately stopped in the vast Underworld.

For Hades' followers, dying in the last embers before his slumber is a blessing.

Such groups are not uncommon in the Eye of Silence. The Cult of the Underworld has even established rudimentary supply points on certain planets. It is thanks to these supply points that the Primarch was able to continue its advance—all the way to Kadia, all the way to the remains of Fenus.