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

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Neos laughed.

“I have a million ways to slack off, and besides, this prosperous era doesn’t need me anymore.”

Hades stared silently at Neos and said, word by word,

Are you sure?

Hades then sighed, casually tapped the table, and a star map appeared.

"Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch are not dead."

He said, and then pointed to the southern star region.

"And the Great Devourer, the Tyranids will also be a great calamity for the Empire—and, another piece of good news, Tarachin told me that this millennium is the awakening period for the space necromancers."

“I believe these are not problems for you.”

Neos said he felt something was wrong, so he turned around, but apart from the extra picture frames on the wall, he didn't find anything amiss.

It's still that damned Dark Domain and Star God talent—they restrict the Lord of Humanity far too much.

Hades raised an eyebrow and stared at Neos. A pale, piercing eye appeared between the frames of the photographs behind the Emperor, and the contents of the image seemed to be distorted.

"But having one more person is always better than having one less."

Hades crossed his arms and said, among the many frames, one of the images was shrouded in white mist, and a pale, giant eye was staring intently at Neos.

"I can hardly be considered a vital force anymore."

Nios retorted without batting an eye, his coffee steaming gently in his hand.

Another painting appears, depicting a hideous demon. The Blood Lord, wielding a spear, clings tightly to the frame, staring at Neos in "reality."

"refute."

Hades said, expressionless.

"I suggest you come up with a different reason."

Neos paused for a moment, then spoke earnestly.

"You know I have other things to do, and I can't break my promise to him..."

"'who is he?"

"Horus—"

Neos was about to explain when someone interrupted him.

I often wonder—my father, do you truly love your wolf god, or are you using the image of your beloved son to deceive us?

The Primarchs could no longer contain themselves. A pair of bloody hands burst from the painting within the frame, and Saint Gilles, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, poked his head out and said, "I will slowly step out and place my hands on the two corners of the chair back behind Neos."

Sharp fingernails tapped lightly on the back of the chair, making a soft clicking sound.

Hades noticed that Neos's face had turned paler.

"The Primarchs can come in too?"

Hades nodded, but Neos did not turn to look at his child. Instead, he saw Saint Gilles, whose body was covered in blood, bowing his head. The handsome archangel stared at Neos' profile, but the emperor kept his eyes fixed on the front.

You should really look at what I look like now.

Saint Gilles said softly, patting the Emperor's shoulder, leaving a bloody claw mark. Then the archangel casually chose a seat and sat down, blood flowing onto the ground.

"I will always know what each of you looks like."

Nios said,

"I cannot look at each of you equally."

【No problem. 】

The archangel spoke, a holy smile blooming on his blood-soaked face, yet it resembled that of a demon.

All I need is your atonement—I am not a vengeful person.

【etc,】

A gigantic hand, resembling a drowning hand, emerged from the mist on the ground, and a pale, dejected ghost appeared from behind the emperor.

【I am. 】

"Motalian said."

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 733 Sweating profusely

long time ago.

Long before most humans were even born, Neos, being a human, grasped a truth that pervades the universe and time.

That is—the loser bears all the consequences.

Unfortunately, he's the loser today.

It's the kind of situation where you can't escape.

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

【I am. 】

A tall, pale, and dejected figure emerged from the mist, his thin, inhuman hand gently resting on Neos's shoulder.

Mortarian didn't even glance at Neos, slapped the Emperor's shoulder threateningly, and then the Pale Lord sat down in the seat prepared for him in the Silent Hall.

They sat on either side of the Lord of Mankind, Saint Gilles made a flippant mocking gesture, while Mortarian, like a puppet, laughed sinisterly from his seat.

"I am glad to see you caught, my friend."

Macado, stepping confidently from the picture frame, spoke with a mocking tone. The old man looked remarkably spry, casually removing his hood with his wrinkled hand—

The dull hood fell down, revealing a handsome young man with silver hair.

Makado patted Neos, his steps light and quick like a dance, and plopped down in the closest spot to Neos' right. The boy's eyes shone with a clear golden light, and the corners of his mouth had never lowered since he came in.

“You are happy.”

Nios began, but before his tone could soften, another burly man's voice interrupted him.

“I’m happy too, haha, Neos.”

Orl Persson, dressed in a simple military uniform of the lowest rank, pulled up his hat brim, patted Neos on the shoulder as everyone else did, and then took a seat on the left.

"Thank God."

Or said casually,

Out of the corner of his eye, the emperor caught sight of the gleaming silver cross on Orl's chest.

"How ironic."

The Lord of Mankind seemed to sigh as he spoke, but his sentiments were once again drowned out by the commotion as he and Magnus, supporting the Crimson Monarch, tumbled into the area.

[You're in! Stop struggling—Magnus!!!]

Angron roared, as Magnus, whom he was holding in his arms, was still struggling desperately with his eyes closed. Magnus refused to step into the Dark Realm, so Angron helped him.

"How is this possible?! I know what it feels like to be swallowed by the Dark Abyss, how can I still be alive—Angron—let me go?!"

Open your eyes and look!

Angron roared helplessly. Magnus's strength was greater than he had imagined. The Lord of Red Sand was almost thrown to the ground by Magnus. In desperation, Angron braced himself against the back of the chair in front of him with his hand—

That is, the one Neos was sitting on, which helped to adjust their center of gravity.

"Magnus, don't be nervous."

At this moment, Hades, who was opposite Neos, said as if watching a show. Magnus then stopped trying to resist with his psionic energy. When he saw the structure here, Magnus was briefly stunned, but then immediately resumed his polite manners.

I'm just—a little afraid of the Dark Domain.

Magnus explained, then immediately fled to find an inconspicuous spot to sit down. Angron breathed a sigh of relief, patted Magnus with a cheerful smile, and then sat down next to Mortarion.

Sorry, I hope we're not too late.

Two pale, similar, tall, dark figures, like twins, strode in simultaneously; one was noble yet more profound, the other frivolous yet more insane.

You don't need to be polite with them.

Conrad chuckled mockingly, and almost simultaneously with Corax, he moved to either side of Neos. Without hesitation, Conrad placed his claws on Neos's shoulders, his sharp nails tearing through the fabric of his clothes—

How delightful!

In stark contrast to Conrad was Corax, whose face was shrouded in darkness. In the pitch blackness unseen by others, Corax frowned slightly before politely placing his hand on the corner of the chair back.

"Sit wherever you like."

Hades said that the seventh and eighth visitors then took their seats.

"Now...who are we still missing?"

Hades said, looking at the empty long table, that he decided to go back to the kitchen to get something—after all, he had just poured Neos a cup of golden coffee.

"You guys keep chatting, I'll be right back."

Hades said, and the Primarchs responded with varying expressions, but all of them showed gratitude.

[Fernus and Guilliman.]

Motarian said, but then added dismissively,

[But whether they come or not may not make any difference—our denunciation of the Lord of Humanity can begin ahead of schedule.]

This would be a great idea.

Opposite Mortalian, Saint Gilles smiled gently and echoed him, his face turned towards Mortalian, but the crimson glint in his eyes was fixed on Neos.

"Wait, I have an objection."

Neos suddenly raised his arms,

"What do you want to do to me?"

“To make you repent.” Orl Persson grasped the cross.

"To make you atone for your sins." Bored, Macado rolled up his silver hair and rested his chin on his hand.

"I'll imprison you," Saint Gilles said, his eyes unblinking.

"I'll torture you~" Conrad said, his smile widening.

"I see you clearly..." Angron muttered under his breath.

"I will punish you," Corax said softly.

"Uh, wait a minute, maybe you guys are going a bit too far," Magnus said, but no one paid him any attention.

[We'll share it with you.]

Mortarian's voice was the last to ring out, and the room fell into a deathly silence.

"Divide me up?"

Neos spread his hands, his reflection falling on the surface of the coffee he had just taken a sip of.

“I have promised you the spoils—I have given you power, in a way that is almost free.”

Where in the world can you find such a good thing!

Neos thought bitterly that too many people in the world craved supreme power, and they were even willing to give up everything for it, while Neos had given his power to them for free—these ingrates!

Where would a father voluntarily raise his sword and slaughter himself, just to make way for his son? For hundreds of millions of years, there has been a harmonious abdication of the throne between rulers and subjects, fathers and sons.

【not enough.】

Mortarian said calmly, "The Pale Lord has clearly entered a state of collecting debts."

[You only want to walk away, but we will never let you have your way. The Empire still needs the Emperor, and the front lines still need soldiers, yet you only think about leaving—completely disregarding the devastation that will follow you. How shameless, how irresponsible!]

"So you mean to judge me and sentence me to hard labor?"

Neos turned his head, his golden eyes shining brightly. He stared unblinkingly at Mortarion, and an inexplicable pressure emanated from him. Even the Primarch, whom Neos was not looking at, felt the pressure.

But Mortarian simply remained motionless in response to Neos.