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

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"I'm sorry, but there's no other way."

Saint Gilles already understood that the establishment of religion allowed the emperor to quickly regain his power, and with the help of the starlight, the god-emperor was able to spread his blessings to the world—this was the method that Neos had chosen to allow human souls to avoid chaos.

Meanwhile, the Storm Starfield is Mortarion... The Pale Lord is a replica of the God Emperor, and his Ash Domain protects the inhabitants of the Death Guard's domain.

And today, just now, the God-Emperor divided his domain among his sons. This means that his own burden has been reduced, but it also means that the Primarchs will be responsible for protecting the souls of humanity.

"therefore!"

Neos suddenly raised his voice, his tone becoming relaxed, and he clapped his hands sharply.

"I have decided to abdicate. I've had enough of being forced into this position and the way you all look at me. I was a competent ruler because I completely restrained my personal desires. This empire needed a tyrant, and I perfectly fulfilled that role. But now I can no longer endure it—"

The empire no longer needs me, and I have too many regrets I want to make amends for, therefore I must step down!

"Resignation!!!"

"Nios shouted, his tone even tinged with self-abandonment. He was a little dizzy, perhaps because Hades had given him coffee that was too strong."

At this moment, his words were so sincere and heartfelt.

“Give me a chance to try to be a good father, a good friend—I’ve had enough! Do you really think I want to be an asshole?!”

He was a bastard; he sent Horus to his death under Chaos's command—simply because he wanted to build that damned Web; he pushed Macardo into the abyss—simply because he needed to protect Hades; he made himself work for millennia—simply because—

Why? !

Why is he always working?!

Isn't it all because of those damned humans?!

If Neos had taken a step back earlier—he would have been living a carefree life long ago!

How could things have turned out like this, with his own children forcing him to interrogate him?!

When will he finally be able to lie on the beach and sunbathe?

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 736 Deadly Kill

Makado knew he was doomed.

No one can refuse an emperor, nor can any primordial being refuse a human sovereign who is opening his heart.

The Lord of Mankind speaks the truth, you know he is telling the truth. You look at his slightly disheveled long hair, at the sincerity and starlight in his eyes, and your heart is so moved.

But your reason cries out amidst the swaying storm, its cry piercing the tempest, telling you—

Neos just wanted to run away.

His words are ultimately just a ploy to escape, adding unnecessary burden to your work.

Therefore, you know he cannot leave.

But you are so hesitant.

Makado took a deep breath, telling himself he must not waver in his stance. The young man then glanced discreetly at the Primarchs—

Unfortunately, among the Primarchs, it seems that only Mortarion has maintained an absolutely firm stance, while Hades has maintained a superficial calm, but Macardo knows that Hades will not let the old man get away.

The Spellweaver sighed wearily inwardly. At this moment, the admirable virtue of "stubbornness" came into play, and Mortarion's obstinacy made him the most resolute one.

【Yes,】

The Pale Lord spoke first.

[You're a bastard—so I'm not going to let you off the hook. I've already prepared your work schedule: a standard Terra week, you're allowed seven hours of rest, then you work, or fight, the choice is yours.]

Fernus coughed, but Magnus spoke first, albeit weakly, and was the first to oppose Mortarian.

We shouldn't be so harsh... perhaps we can be more lenient...

Under Mortalian's deathly gaze, Magnus's voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.

Magnus sat back, deciding to shut up, but the Crimson King spread his hands, signaling him to mute.

I never imagined your pain was so profound.

A deep, resonant voice rang out. The Fire Dragon Lord's burning eyes gleamed with crystalline light. The tall, robust Vulcan gazed at the Human Lord, his voice sincere.

I feel ashamed of my previous opinion of you—I never understood your arrangements for the Primarchs so well…

Vulcan paused for a moment, his tone revealing conflict and hesitation.

No, I still cannot understand your cruel arrangements regarding your offspring, and on this point, I may not be able to forgive you—but I will change my previous opinion.

Vulcan sighed, for his suffering brothers, and for the suffering of the Lord of Mankind. The merciful Primarch felt pain, and he would rather this torment be inflicted upon himself.

Macado glimpsed the Emperor's smile widening, which was truly ominous.

Then Vulcan looked at Mortarian.

I know you hate him—I don't ask you to forgive him, but I just hope...

Vulcan paused for a moment, then spoke again.

At least give him more freedom.

The emperor's forced smile vanished again.

Mortarian sneered.

I will consider it, so it will be seven hours and seven seconds.

A burst of laughter erupted; it was Conrad laughing.

This joke is too lame; I can't laugh.

Angron quietly interjected, taking a sip of the lukewarm water in his mug and silently watching Corax use violence to silence Conrad.

A long sigh suddenly rang out.

Neos spread his hands.

"Even so, you still don't want me to leave? My children, in fact, after distributing my power to you, I have already lost most of my strength and wisdom—even if I were willing, objectively I am no longer able to shoulder heavy responsibilities."

You can go to the battlefield, you can do anything, but you cannot leave.

Saint Gilles interjected, "The archangel shed tears of blood, his face bitter."

[Leave...to find Horus, right?]

Neos remained outwardly calm, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth.

"Or spend more time with you all."

Makado immediately let out a strange, sarcastic laugh and pointed at Neos.

"You really believe him?!"

Why... is it impossible...?

Magnus's weak voice rang out. This time, not only Magnus, but Corax also cast a frowning glance at Macado. Finus shook his head slightly, while Guilliman coughed.

There is a kind of beauty that has not been cruelly cheated and deceived by emperors.

Makado commented inwardly.

"And my children."

Neos calmly continued, seeing that most of the Primarchs wanted him to stay and work, the only difference being how much work they wanted him to do. Neos then decided to put some pressure on them.

“I don’t think you can keep a close eye on me all the time, someone who’s determined to leave—I don’t think you can imprison me.”

This is the crux of the matter. The Lord of Man knows that the Primarchs will always give him a chance to escape. He can wait patiently. The only difference is that it will be more troublesome to return to Terra later, but that is insignificant in the face of true freedom.

I will always be watching you.

A hoarse, ghostly voice rang out, and Mortarian stared at Neos with the look of someone staring at a dead man, as if he were seeing for the first time how shameless this old man could be.

There will always be a way—psychic powers, contracts, technology… Neos… you are underestimating your offspring.

Mortarian's threat made the Emperor want to laugh, but he held back, merely looking at Mortarian with a kind expression that told him it wasn't realistic.

【So, Hades, could you try using the Dark Domain to track down the Emperor all the way back?】

After entering the arena, Killieman, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. Out of respect, he chose to use Hades' real name, but this made him a little dizzy. He should save more of his strength.

"Theoretically yes."

Hades said that he had been thinking about this issue for a long time.

“But I believe the Emperor has a way to mislead me, so my reply was that I can’t keep an eye on him forever, and given the right opportunity, Neos will likely leave directly.”

Neos could conceal his psychic powers, or leave a large portion behind to mislead Hades. Hades was quite certain that Neos's psychic powers could be disguised as the soul of an ordinary person—he had personally witnessed Neos use this trick.

Guilliman's expression was serious, as if he were deep in thought. He then turned to look at Mortalian.

[Motalian, can you absolutely guarantee that you will keep an eye on our father? Or is there anyone here who can absolutely guarantee that you will keep an eye on him?]

That is indeed the crux of the problem; no one can truly lock up Neos, let alone force him to work by holding his head down.

For a moment, the room fell silent. The long silence made Neos's smile grow wider and wider. Mortarian looked like he was about to go crazy with anger, his ferocious eyes bloodshot.

Guilliman sighed again, spreading his hands in a rather helpless manner.

I understand.

In other words, even with the assistance of Hades, we might be able to defeat the Lord of Humanity now, but we are still unable to create an effective environment for his confinement.

Killieman concluded that his eyes and brows made him look rather speechless.

I believe that unless we use words to sway our father and genuinely change his mind to continue serving the Empire, we cannot force him to work.

Hades heard Mortarian mutter a Barbarus curse under his breath.

But I do not believe any of us can persuade the Lord of mankind.

Guilliman continued, looking at everyone and opening his arms.

Or would you be willing to give it a try?

Hades saw Vulcan open his mouth, but Fernus, who was next to Vulcan, shook his head at him, so Vulcan fell silent, while Conrad used his claws to wound Corax, signaling the raven to shut up.

【So!】

Guilliman took a deep breath, and the Regent abruptly stood up, his expression a mixture of helplessness and speechlessness.

Let's discuss the power arrangements after the Emperor's departure.

He looked at Neos, his expression serious.

No matter how deep our hatred or misunderstandings may be, we can at least agree on one point: the Empire must continue.

Neos was now practically riding high, a victorious smile on his lips. The Primarchs' gazes, aimed at him and almost killing him, were completely ignored by Neos.

[Just like that, we let him go?]

Motalian spoke slowly and deliberately, but Guilliman looked at him expressionlessly.

[Or do you have a better suggestion, Pale Lord?]

Hades watched helplessly as Mortarion crushed his own gauntlets.

Mortarian had never been so angry. Faced with the unchangeable facts, he wanted nothing more than to smash the bottle in his hand over Neos's head right then and there.

He hated his own weakness immensely, immensely, immensely, for not being able to keep an eye on Neos at all times, imprison him, force him to work, and force him to struggle amidst painful documents.

Okay, okay, okay.

"Motalian said heavily, his breathing rapid,"

【Let's have another match, Neos.】

Guilliman sighed, and as if by magic, he produced a stack of official documents out of thin air. He stood behind Neos, his hand resting on the corner of the chair.

Let's discuss the details.

【Wait, you already drafted the agreement?!】

Angron pointed at Guilliman incredulously and asked, while Guilliman shrugged.

I was a little late on my way here because I was discussing potential agreements with Finus.

【? ! ! 】