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

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"Hahaha, shall we eat first after we're done? I'm hungry."

This is because the Primarchs are all within his domain, and Hades is feeling quite hungry.

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noisily.

Hades, Mortarion, and Saint Gilles were playing cards. The archangel, whose face was streaked with blood and tears, seemed much more relaxed and was now chatting and laughing with Hades and Mortarion.

They talked about how the Emperor's crushing defeat led to how they used their own army's second-in-command to pay off official debts, and then they started chatting casually, about anything and everything, and at least for now they were happy to talk about anything.

Saint Gilles also caught Mortalian cheating three times. The archangel suspected that Hades, who always won two out of three rounds, was also cheating, but unfortunately, he did not catch him in the act.

Beside the three playing cards, Macardo and Orl, each with a cheese sandwich, were making sarcastic remarks about the Emperor.

While busy mocking Neos, Macardo also took the opportunity to offer a sharp critique of Hades or Mortalian's poorly played hand.

The emperor looked rather pale; he appeared to have lost all his color.

Guilliman's trick is so straightforward, without any unnecessary frills.

The Emperor is a human being, while Guilliman's ability lies in managing humanity—okay, that concludes the argument.

Unless Neos renounces his human identity, or Guilliman renounces his nominal title as emperor of the Empire, the psionic powers will remain in effect.

The Emperor had considered forcefully breaking the agreement, but unfortunately, he had just released his power, and Guilliman had poured too much psionic energy into it.

The overall situation has been decided.

What saddened Neos even more was that, with the help of Phenus's Nirvana system, Guilliman successfully located all 130674 hidden resorts prepared by the Emperor.

This is a demonstration of determination—Killiman won't let him get away with this.

Faced with such a cruel end, Neos revealed an expression of extreme sorrow for the first time, and only upon seeing the Emperor's expression did the Primarchs realize—

Compared to now, the emperor's speech to them just now may not have been very heartfelt.

Not long ago, Neos tried to struggle again, but the Primarchs were already celebrating. Angron was the first to rush out of the kitchen, flour still on his fingers, and the Lord of Red Sand immediately hugged the still-unresponsive Guilliman—

Then they threw him high into the sky and cheered.

Guilliman still clutched the contract with the Emperor tightly in his hand.

Hades then rushed over, forming a seamless partnership with Angron. Guilliman, who had just landed, was thrown into the air again. Amidst the howling wind, Guilliman heard the shouts of the Primarchs below.

[Killiman! Killieman!!!]

Then Vulcan arrived, followed by Saint Gilles, who was suppressing a smile with his lips pursed. Mortarian got up from the ground, ran over, gave the pale-faced Emperor the middle finger, and then joined the group throwing Guilliman's fingers.

【Killiman!! The great Killiman!!!】

Guilliman! The great Guilliman! Forcing the Emperor to work! Selfless Guilliman!

This was an extremely significant step, and in a sense, it represented that they had "snatched" real power from the Emperor—rather than Neos feigning forgiveness and "ceding" it to them.

Although the Primarchs who still retained their sanity were still afraid of Guilliman's words, "I can make whoever I want work work," it was clearly time to celebrate, not to run away.

On the other hand, no one knew how to escape, and Hades clearly didn't intend to let them out directly.

The scene became chaotic for a moment, after all, there were more than a dozen energetic adult men present. Then someone shouted, presumably Hades, who had been constantly complaining of being hungry—

So they decided to finish their dinner and celebrate this great moment before leaving.

Hades, who has no sense of taste, is forbidden from cooking, as is Mortarion, who seems capable of concocting poisons. As for Sanguis?

The Primarchs generally held him in a somewhat distant respect, so the Archangel decided to go out and play cards with Mortarion and Hades.

Robert Guilliman, the hero of the banquet, didn't cook either. He remained seated at the long table, already in work mode, while the mechanically ascended Finus assisted the great! Guilliman's office—

Official duties are always endless.

Inside the kitchen, Vulcan, bare-handed, took out bread from the oven that looked like some kind of wild black rock. The bread was fluffy and steaming, cracked from baking, with bright red cracks, like a volcano flowing with lava.

Corax covered his mouth, staring thoughtfully at what Conrad was plating—

It looked like a human head, with the mouth and eyes gaping wide open in agony, as if a person had been twisted off at the forearms and calves and then roasted through a spike.

This cannot be a human.

Corax said that Conrad just said it casually.

This is definitely not a human.

It's worth mentioning that the Primarchs can take out any ingredients they want from the refrigerator in the kitchen—although these ingredients seem to be tainted with psionic energy, they appear to be able to be cooked normally.

Meanwhile, the thick soup that Corax was simmering in the big pot was still boiling. It was more like stewing food than soup. Corax had added a lot of meat, noodles, salt, and oil, making the soup heavy on oil and salt, and rich in protein and carbohydrates in the conventional sense.

Compared to his brothers' meals, Corax's cooking was much more rustic, perhaps the rare reunion today had triggered some kind of memory for the Primarch.

On the other side, Magnus was plating a grilled fish that had been marinated in honey and spices beforehand, and now its skin was turning a tempting pale red. Meanwhile, Magnus was trying to make the small orange-red fruits placed next to the fish form a celestial omen.

[Half an hour—Killiman should be more forgiving.]

Magnus spoke hesitantly, while Anglon, who was filling the cake with jam beside him, didn't even look up.

That's because you haven't seen Guilliman from that period.

Angron casually remarked that the Lord of Red Sand had decided to give people a surprise, and he would ensure that the cakes looked exactly the same, with no discernible difference in smell, texture, psionic properties, or physical properties about the filling.

Not all fillings are delicious, Anglong assures—just like life, there are bitter and sweet moments.

During our busiest period, Guilliman averaged only 15 minutes of rest a day—more often than not, he would just slump over his desk for 5 minutes before having the Honor Guard retrieve a stack of documents.

I was seriously worried at the time that Guilliman might suddenly die.

Angron smiled helplessly and mixed Mortarion's poisoned wine into the next insect leg flavored filling.

He added the sauce, which had a faint scent of death, and then used plain white cream to draw uniform smiley faces on the small cakes.

Regardless of who gets to eat what, people will always look forward to it before they do.

Anglon thought to himself with delight, while Magnus exclaimed in surprise.

[15 minutes?!]

During Magnus's most intense period of research, he would sometimes go for weeks without sleep—but that was because he loved and was obsessed with it.

As for approving official documents... Magnus shuddered.

I believe he truly forgave her.

Magnus coughed.

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"Seeing you suffer, my dearest friend."

Makado said with a smile that he had already started eating sunflower seeds without any regard for his image.

“I am truly gratified.”

Neos simply crossed his arms to cover his lower body, staring at him with a gloomy expression.

"Try to think more positively."

Makado scoffed.

"I don't think Killieman is as ruthless as he appears."

[Half an hour.]

Motalian, who was playing cards nearby, promptly interjected and casually played the "Jester" card from his hand.

【Hahaha.】

Mortarian scoffed, which made Neos's expression even worse.

I think we should at least maintain a facade of harmony.

Guilliman slowly stood up, rubbed his neck, put down his pen, and walked towards the three card players, but actually wanted to talk to the Emperor.

I sympathize with your situation.

Guilliman told the Emperor that he sat down, looking like a son having a serious talk with his father, but his words remained cold and ruthless.

However, changes are impossible—my advice is to focus on your work. Depending on your work ethic, your rest time will be extended.

"I never thought it was you."

Neos gazed sadly at Guilliman, who, intimidated by the Lord of Mankind's intense gaze, could only sigh.

I don't wish it were me either, but clearly we've all come this far—I just want people to do their jobs, nothing more.

Once the empire is at peace, people can naturally retire.

"Retirement" is such a distant and luxurious word, and how long has it been since he even considered touching it?

During his busiest years, Robert Guilliman prayed from the bottom of his heart that he could sleep for just 2 more minutes each day. Just 2 more minutes, 2 more minutes would be enough. 17 minutes is not an arrogant number, but in fact, he would wake up with a start every time he overslept by 5 seconds.

For Robert Guilliman, a 30-minute nap each day would be an unimaginable paradise.

Therefore, when Motalian mentioned seven hours later, Guilliman silently frowned in his heart.

He didn't understand why the Pale Lord made a lot of noise but did little, nor did he understand why Mortarion, who had the most resolute attitude, was so merciful.

Finally, Robert Guilliman slowly realized that he had been exploiting himself too much.

what.

Having successfully realized this, Guilliman broke through to a new level in his thinking; he had reached a state of perfection—it was time to get these idle courtiers to do some work.

Guilliman has already grasped the power of immortality; whoever he wants to work, must work.

“I could have retired right now.”

Neos choked back, while Killieman laughed helplessly.

"I will grant you some more authority, Father. You should spend more time working with your offspring; I think this will also benefit your efforts to bring Horus back—"

Guilliman glanced at Saint-Gilles, who simply shrugged.

Don't worry about me.

The archangel casually played the Emperor card.

I only ask one thing of you, Guilliman: please don't use your powers on me.

Killieman paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

I will.

Killieman said, his eyes gleaming with gold.

I will—but perhaps you could recommend some of your other wise sons.

Saint Gilles smiled too, knowing he could escape the perilous sea of ​​suffering, though it was unjust—as long as he regularly handed over document slaves to the Document Demon.

"It seems I am the final survivor."

Hades burst into laughter, "Now it's all settled, everything's settled!"

Psionic energy could never affect him; Guilliman has mobilized all the Primarchs this time—so the official duties assigned to him will definitely decrease.

Guilliman's expression also indicated that he would let Hades off the hook. Hades felt the Emperor's resentful gaze, and his response was to grin widely.

【I can……】

I suggest you take charge of the Storm Starfield's affairs—just like you did when you seized it from the star map.

Guilliman decisively shut down Mortalian's words, leaving the Pale Lord with no choice but to glare at him. Even after being rebuked by Guilliman, Mortalian still found Guilliman quite pleasing to the eye.

For no other reason than that Mortarion decided to keep his good mood, so he decisively looked at Neos, and a smile returned to the Pale Lord's face.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 738 Amidst laughter and toasts, after...

We've gathered here to celebrate his most devastating defeat!

Cheers, friends!

After a wonderful night, may glory return!

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For the gods, demons, cattle, and horses that eke out a living in the warp, this scene would be the last thing they wanted to witness.