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

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"calm!"

Hades abruptly blocked Mortarian's flying fist, while Hades stared at Guilliman with considerable confusion—

Is Guilliman really that kind of person? It seems so.

But... Hades stared at Guilliman in confusion, because due to the Dark Domain, everything was dark from the psychic's perspective.

Therefore, only Hades saw the enormous and dazzling psionic energy behind Guilliman—as if it were waiting for some moment.

"Don't fight here. Once we get out, I'll join you in declaring war."

Hades said that he had managed to calm Mortalian down for the time being, but Mortalian fell into complete silence. He slumped down, surrounded by white mist, brooding alone.

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[Sometimes later]

Conrad and Corax were playing a card game with cups in the kitchen, while Magnus watched them.

Angron was cooking desserts in his own kitchen, while the Lord of Red Sand was bending over, decorating cupcakes. Behind him, Makado and Or were chatting while holding the desserts made by the Lord of Red Sand.

Neos, Guilliman, Saint Gilles, and Phenus were sitting around a long table discussing something. Paper contracts, formed from Guilliman's psionic energy, stretched from the tabletop to the floor, densely covering the kitchen doorway.

Vulcan stood beside Fernus, neither speaking nor discussing, merely observing.

Mortarian remained sulking in his spot, white smoke piling up on the ceiling, making it almost seem like the kitchen had caught fire. Hades, who was snoring, was fast asleep next to the sulking Mortarian.

"Well, that's roughly it. Give me a few minutes, I'll go find the others to explain—and borrow their psionic energy to take an oath later."

Guilliman said that Saint Gilles and Phenus nodded in agreement. Phenus was still arguing with Neos over the management of the Imperial Guard, but Guilliman and Saint Gilles thought it was insignificant. So Phenus continued to negotiate with the Emperor, while Guilliman took the contracts he had prepared to other people.

Friends,

Killieman walked to the kitchen door, called out, and everyone looked over.

Oh, you lost.

Conrad pointed to the mountain of cups that had collapsed with a crash, but Corax, who was holding a cup he had pulled out, gave him a glare, indicating that Conrad should respect Guilliman.

Koz shrugged helplessly and decided to remain silent for the next five minutes. If Killman continued to deliver his long and tedious treaty after five minutes, he would scream and smash Anglon's cupcake in Killman's face.

[I know you are all unwilling to hear the details, so the final result is that the Emperor will pass the throne to me in a nominal sense—I know what you want to ask, but this is only nominal. To prevent political chaos in the Empire, after receiving this title, I will establish a direct council, and all decision-making power will belong to the council.]

Koz decided to abandon his earlier decision.

Ah! Great King Killiman!

He shouted, raising his hands dramatically.

[So you've finally stopped pretending? An ambitious man of the five hundred worlds?]

Killman stared directly at Koz, and for a moment Koz felt a chill run down his spine; Killman's gaze was somewhat inhuman.

The reason for reaching this conclusion is that...

Killieman spoke slowly, enunciating each word carefully, his face filled with horror.

No one wants to be the nominal supreme leader of this empire.

Saint Gilles was naturally unwilling, and Mortarion? Forget it. The Empire needed a traditionally positive image. As for Hades…

Guilliman wanted to admit he was the best choice, but unfortunately the Dark Realm restricted Hades' location.

The supreme leader of the empire needs to have a certain subspace significance, because this represents a kind of soul sanctuary rather than soul extraction.

You cannot allow a soul-devouring being to become the first leader. The leadership of the Empire has warp significance. If Hades becomes the leader, then the souls of all humanity will slowly gravitate towards him—until he has devoured all human souls.

At least in terms of Hades' subspace significance, only souls who believe in the cult of Hades will be absorbed.

Makado sneered and raised the dessert in his hand like a wine glass.

"Congratulations, Guilliman, I knew it would be you."

I'm in a really bad mood right now.

Killieman said that his expression was indeed frighteningly serious, and his gaze was like a turbulent sea, making it impossible to see the monster beneath the surface.

[Macado, I hope I won't catch you making the same mistake again.]

Makado laughed as if coughing, and the boy seemed to have heard something funny; tears even welled up in his eyes.

“I’m looking forward to it—and my neck is still a little sore, but this is part of your growth, and I sincerely wish you all the best.”

I wish I could refuse your blessing.

Killieman shook his head and held out a hand.

[If you have no objections, give me a portion of your psionic energy. This is related to the oath we are about to take—I know our psionic energy won't be enough to make the Emperor keep all the oaths, but at least it will make him pay the price for breaking them.]

"I will obey the command of the great Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds."

Makado gave an exaggerated bow and stepped forward without hesitation, his psionic energy igniting, and Guilliman's expression subtly changed.

Without any hesitation, Makado gave all his psionic power to Guilliman.

"rely on you."

Makado made a mouth gesture, then easily backed away.

With Makado's example, things became much simpler. Angron patted Guilliman on the shoulder and told him not to put too much pressure on himself. Corax solemnly shook hands with Guilliman and promised to try the holographic game together again next time. Magnus said some comforting nonsense, while Conrad spat at Guilliman and was then pinned to the ground and beaten by Corax and Angron.

So Guilliman went back, and Saint Gilles, with a complicated expression, bestowed his blood upon him. Vulcan gave him a passionate hug, and Finus said to him earnestly, "Keep going."

After that……

Guilliman turned around and looked at Mortalian, who had remained silent.

At this moment, Robert Guilliman became even larger and more magnificent, because of the influence of his authority, he was almost like the king that everyone dreamed of, just one step away from truly living up to the title.

Once this step is taken, the true crowned king will gain unimaginable power, and the Warp will open its doors to him, granting him the vision of a newborn demigod.

Mortarian remained motionless.

Guilliman sighed, his eyes showing fatigue and apology.

I'm sorry, I know you're extremely unhappy, Mortarian.

Guilliman wanted to say something more, but words now seemed inadequate in the face of Mortalian.

Guilliman's lips moved, and finally, he straightened up, extending his hand to Mortalian, his eyes gleaming.

Will you trust me just this once, Mortarian?

Robert Guilliman said that before Motalian could react, Hades, who was snoring beside him, suddenly slid off and woke up.

"Huh? Huh?! What happened?!"

Hades asked blankly, but at that moment Mortarian moved. He grasped Guilliman's hand, his gaze cold beneath his hood.

【Go. 】

The Pale Lord said coldly, "Release your hand. Robert Guilliman is the destined king, wielding both power and reason. It's time for him to put on his crown."

Guilliman breathed a silent sigh of relief, but his heart immediately tightened again. He hoped he would succeed—after all, he had never had much talent in psionic abilities before.

He walked up to the Emperor, before whom lay the last pieces of paper, each bearing his true name in gold. Guilliman strode over, casually picked up a quill pen, and signed the name his adoptive parents had given him.

【bring it on. 】

Robert Guilliman said, watching the Emperor rise with a smile, push back his chair, and say nothing. At this moment, Guilliman didn't need any complicated ceremony; they just needed a simple procedure, after which he could do what he really wanted.

This was the first time he had ever made such a sacrifice.

Behind the long table, Robert Guilliman knelt before the Lord of Mankind.

Neos, who had been smiling and daydreaming about the future, finally turned serious. He said nothing and just looked at Robert.

Then, golden light ignited, and the emperor reached out and removed his crown from his head. It wasn't a real crown, but it was enough; it was part of the ritual.

He then presented the green crown to Robert Guilliman.

A dazzling golden light shone forth! Robert Guilliman slowly rose to his feet, his blond hair as brilliant as the midday sun, his eyes reflecting the endless expanse of the sea under the eternal sun. This was a historic moment—

Despite the hasty and absurd scene, Coz had already set up a new mountain of card-drawing cups in the kitchen.

Neos finally couldn't help but smile. He looked at Robert Guilliman with such satisfaction and delight that the emperor, in a good mood, awaited Guilliman's remarks—as a reward for his good son, he could wait a few more minutes before running off.

He looked at Killieman in silence, and Killieman looked at him in silence as well.

Around them, the Primarchs, unsure of what to say, whether to offer congratulations or condolences, remained silent.

Guilliman reached out, his psionic energy coalescing, and conjured a stack of agreements from thin air!

Now, sign this, my people.

Emperor Robert Guilliman spoke to human citizen Neos.

Then, to Neos's incredulous and shocked gaze, the Lord of Humanity's hand reached for the pen without him even realizing it!

"???!!!!!!"

I've thought about this for a long time.

Robert Guilliman said he felt his psychic energy burning fiercely against a tremendous backlash.

Ultimately, I believe the only anchor that could bind you is your "human" identity, but you are the Lord of Humanity, the monarch of the empire, thus you have avoided that risk.

Humanity—this is the most stable and easiest point for the emperor to anchor himself to!

But you are not anymore.

Robert Guilliman smiled sincerely. It was all worth it. He had to bear this responsibility and title, but it was all worth it.

Furthermore, just as Mortarion possessed the ability to kill,

Guilliman opened his arms, and at that moment, he looked like a true demon in Neos' eyes.

Just now, I awakened the ability to make people work unconditionally—because I am the nominal monarch of the empire.

Robert Guilliman uttered words that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

Sign it.

Robert Guilliman said that he thoughtfully pointed out the words on the paper to the Emperor.

See, you have half an hour of rest time every day.

Motarian could no longer contain himself and burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard he fell off his chair, his whole body trembling.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 737 Let's get ready to eat.

Number Thirteen, the Thirteenth Son, Lord of Altera, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Son of Vengeance, Fire of Reason, Lord of Power, Former Regent of the Empire, Now Honorary Monarch of the Empire—

Robert Killieman.

His short, curly, golden hair shone like gold, with the tender green of laurel wreath sprouting between his slightly stiff golden hair. The golden strands shone without luster, yet they could not match the brilliance of his deep-set eyes, which reflected the blazing midday sun on the boundless, all-encompassing ocean.

I dislike Robert Guilliman, but sometimes I acknowledge his excellence... I choose to forgive his past mistakes.

Motalian commented.

Gilliman's nose, as straight as a marble sculpture, his thin lips always tightly pursed in thought, and the gold and blue silk draped over his shoulders, the silk and thread intertwined, together embracing them as a true monarch.

I will always trust our brother Robert, who held up this behemoth during the Empire's time of crisis. Without Robert Guilliman, the people would have struggled to cope with the Empire's mountain of political affairs.

Archangel Saint Gilles commented.

Radiant gold and jewels forged his glory, a "U"-shaped emblem gleaming on his chest, a layer of pale golden flames burning on his sword, "The Emperor's Sword," a weapon originally bestowed upon Guilliman by the Lord of Mankind, but now, this sword utterly submits to the current master of the Empire.

“…Killiman…it really was him…I wasn’t wrong, hehehehehe…”

Makado sneered.

The true king turned his head and looked at his father with such sincerity and earnestness.

I hope we can get along well in the future, Father.

Robert Guilliman said he reached out his hand to the Lord of Mankind, but Neos slapped Guilliman's outstretched hand away.

"********! ***! ********—******!"

This is the emperor whose voice has been muted.