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

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There were too many incidents that could cause resentment, and Neos believed that his actions towards the Primarchs were all within reason. He felt that he himself would not be so resentful.

But it doesn't matter.

The Lord of Mankind has no intention of delving into the emotional connections involved; he will focus on the battlefield itself and let the fists do the talking—the Emperor's most accustomed way of speaking.

First, there was the weakening spell cast by Macado, Orl Persson, and Magnus.

Makado muttered incantations. The old man, who had just been injured, did not directly use his own power. Instead, he cleverly utilized the psionic fields of all the Primarchs present, connecting their meridians to form a large-scale restriction array.

Neos curled his lip. Macardo could indeed do that; when designing the Primarchs, they gave all Primarchs a common and similar subspace plane—

And Makado happened to know this.

Magnus, opposite Macado, instantly turned the pages of his book and followed Macado's lead. At this moment, the two Alpha-level psionicists simultaneously unleashed their power—

Normally, this would be enough to crack an entire planet, but now, the two wizards are merely using their powerful magic as a psionic limiting field!

Of course, they had to do it, for no other reason than that if they didn't first restrict the space here, no one could defeat Neos's infinite teleportation with no wind-up, no cooldown, and no chanting!

Even so, Neos can use teleportation after paying a certain price.

The Emperor looked at Macado; the old man had clearly used all his knowledge, the magic array beneath the tip of his staff was extremely perfect, and he had even incorporated some of Hades's Netherwater as a reinforcement—

Makado may have initially intended to use this tactic against Slaanesh.

If the formation is broken ahead of time, Neos can still escape.

but……

Nios's gaze shifted slightly backward, where Orl Persson was coughing up large amounts of blood, his words dripping with blood.

Behind him, Angron placed his hand on Or's back, and psionic light shone—Angron had also given Or the Tears of Aisha, which Mortalian had given him.

Actions became difficult at this moment. If it were anyone else, they would have exploded and died at this very moment. Moreover, the echoes of the dark words and witchcraft would even reach other corners of his life.

But this was an emperor, so the ruler of mankind only felt slightly difficulty in moving.

Neos did not act; he waited for his offspring to make their move in order to conserve his energy.

I'll watch you regret it...

Mortarion hissed as he spoke. As the Primarch with the strongest defense and the best ability to defend the main battlefield, the Pale Lord swung his scythe forward without hesitation. The heavy scythe whistled through the air and headed straight for the Emperor's neck!

At the same moment, the Blood King also flapped his wings, and the spear in his hand rushed into the Emperor's unguarded blind spot, the spear as ghostly as a snake!

A sonic boom erupted! Closely following Saint Gilles, the Red Sand Lord Angron's flying axe also exploded into a sonic cloud within the narrow room.

All of this happened in a very short instant—when masters clash, life and death are often decided in the blink of an eye!

Neos pondered for a moment,

Macado spat out a mouthful of blood and truly began to pour his power into the array's core. At this moment, his and Magnus's suppression array reached its strongest point, and the warp, like a towering mountain, materialized and pressed down on the Lord of Mankind.

It seems there's no way to hide anymore.

As Nios thought about it, under the pressure of the dark words, which was like trillions of atmospheres, he casually took a step to the side.

With just one step, the long scythe grazed his face.

The rows of bony spikes protruding from the scythe grazed his cheek, and a few milliliters of blood would seep out 4.7 seconds later. The blood was, of course, poisonous, but the Lord of Mankind was fearless.

Then, Neos clenched his empty left hand behind his back, and the cold, clanging spear shaft appeared in his hand in an instant, instantly bringing the spear that Saint Gilles had thrust at him to a standstill from its extremely high speed!

But Saint Gilles himself continued forward due to the immense inertia, the spear shaft sparking brilliantly against the archangel's helmet. So Neos released his grip again, watching as Saint Gilles lost his balance and flew off to the side of him—

It looks like we're about to run into Mortarion.

Hopefully they won't argue afterwards.

The emperor thought of this and suddenly crouched down. The battle axe circled overhead and swept past him. At this moment, his free left hand reached up again and precisely grasped the chain that Angron had wrapped around the handle of the battle axe beforehand.

"come over."

The Emperor declared he wouldn't let go this time. Despite his mortal form, he easily grasped the chains that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Then, the Lord of Red Sand felt a lightness beneath his feet—

He flew up.

Now, with the Lord of Humanity at the very center of the room's dining table as the center, Angron will fly around the room.

The Lord of Crimson Sands tried to break free of the chains binding his arm armor, but how could the Emperor allow him to succeed? The Lord of Humanity's psionic energy had already melted the chains onto his arm armor.

Fly, fly!

Neos realized that Magnus was the first target of the Flying Angron—

He was pleased to see the red-skinned giant successfully knocked away after the scream; the Lord of Man had not given them much time to react.

It wasn't until seven milliseconds after Magnus and Anglon had been flying together that Sangilius, who had attempted to brake but failed, collided with Mortarian, and then they rolled backward together like bowling pins.

Because Magnus deserted midway, Macado suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood. But the Lord of Man had no time to appreciate it, because claws were stabbing at him from both sides of his head.

Neos released Angron, watching his two crimson offspring roll away like bowling balls, before a fierce burst of golden flames erupted, melting him with a scream before the darkness could even pierce him.

Assassination, such childish methods, are not even worth Neos's attention.

The Lord of Mankind thought calmly, then looked up at Mortarion and Saint Gilles, who had crashed through the wall and finally stopped in a panic, and at Magnus, who was still cursing uncontrollably—

Oh, because they had no wings to brake, Magnus and Angron were still tumbling.

Two burning firebirds fell from the sky, tumbling and slapping the ground. The flames drove away all the darkness they could hide in. The one that cried out loudly was Conrad, and the one that cried out less was Corax.

"ended."

The Lord of Humanity spoke calmly, casually clapping his hands.

Only now did tiny beads of blood seep from the spot on his cheek where the bone spur had grazed him. Neos concealed his erratic breathing and pulse, using his psychic energy to create a facade of normalcy.

In fact, he was also a little out of breath.

But Neos knew how to make himself look presentable. Apart from the blood droplets on his cheeks and the slightly dark veins beneath them, he looked perfectly fine, and even the hem of his clothes was spotless.

This is the self-cultivation of an old gambler who gambles at the same table as chaos.

If the Primarchs insist on a protracted war with him, Neos cannot guarantee his victory.

He has a severe deficiency in psionic energy; he can unleash bursts of power, but he is not good at prolonged battles.

It's not over yet.

Amidst screams, wails, and curses, an angry voice rang out again, undoubtedly from Mortarion.

Neos thought of his offspring, who were most adept at wearing others down.

He stumbled off Saint Gilles, and the next moment, white mist erupted, and a huge insect-like creature appeared in the mist.

【Macado...Macado...】

The insects were buzzing.

The two, who were hostile to each other, were now in perfect harmony. The hunched old man immediately concealed himself in the mist, and the magic array that had just stopped was activated again.

But it didn't feel as powerless as before.

Amidst the mist, the golden flames vanished, and the Primarchs rose once more; Death had clearly generously shared his power.

Neos sighed, looking at the figures slowly growing amidst the mist, here being pulled into the quagmire of the warp, while the Primarchs began to reveal their true nature... It was time.

Neos raised an eyebrow.

"Then let's do it again?"

The response he received was not a sound like that from a human throat.

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The golden sun turned toward them.

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Hades had difficulty describing what he saw.

The main battlefield was completely pulled into the subspace. Compared to the wonderful and unforgettable scenes in the physical world, the scenes in the subspace were more abstract and difficult to understand with normal reason.

The Primarch's distinct domains rose within the Golden Kingdom, and the kings within these domains marched together toward the sun hanging in the sky. Mist, blood, darkness, red soil... all eroded the golden kingdom.

He saw giant, bone-white worms, demons dripping with blood, warriors hollow and transparent inside, pages turning, strange black birds flickering in the shadows, and blind men howling in the night.

He also saw Macardo comically dressed in a robe resembling the Mona Lisa.

But the sun of Radiant Gold only gazes upon his offspring, showering them with its light and inflicting pain upon them.

Several times, the Pale Lord and the Blood King arrived at His feet. The mist and blood tried to climb up, but were burned away time and time again. It was still the same question—how could ants defeat the sun?

Only one thing can truly damage the sun.

Hades stood with his hands down, waiting quietly.

Finally, no one knows how much time passed in the subspace—perhaps only a moment, or perhaps forever—but in any case, the forcibly upgraded canteen slowly descended, returning to its original dimension.

Now, this speck of dust has finally drifted slowly to the ground.

The Lord of Mankind still stood in his original spot, a smile on his face, his clothes slightly dirty. Beneath him lay numerous Primarchs, most of them appearing to be in a state of drunken stupor.

"It's a pity, it was just a little short."

Nios said,

He might be telling the truth. Macado, panting, gripped his staff, hunched over, and stared intently at the Lord of Mankind. After all, this old bastard was the kind of guy who would pretend to have won even when he had only a drop of blood left.

no no……

Mortarian struggled to get up, but he felt that his physical body was no match for his enormous soul, and controlling himself became extremely difficult.

His other brothers were in a similar situation.

Do not……

Mortarian struggled; they still had a chance, a chance!

The Pale Lord struggled frantically, unwilling to let it end like this! So many times he was just a hair's breadth away, so very close!!!

In his dizzy vision, he saw the Lord of Humanity pat his clothes, lightly jump off the table, and prepare to leave.

Who else, who else can help?

Killieman...

No… I think I’ll pass on Killieman.

So... that is...

【Hades.】/“Hades.】

Makado coughed up blood, and the grim-faced old man finally let out a deep sigh.

“Come, Hades.”

Makado said,

The smile on Neos's lips vanished instantly.

"The battle is over."

The Lord of Mankind said, staring at Makado with disbelief, as if he had been betrayed and deeply wounded.

"You can't afford to play this game."

"Correct."

Makado let out a sinister laugh, and the next moment, everyone heard a hearty shout, along with the surging Netherwater that nearly overturned the subspace.

"Finally it's me!"

boom!

Amidst flying dust and a gaping hole in the center of the ceiling, Hades appeared, crouching in the middle of the remains of a broken dining table, carrying a scythe in one hand and a strange mechanical sage in the other.

"Come and fight, Neos!"

Lord of Man stared at Hades, as if asking if he really wanted to collude with the Primarchs.

Hades gave a decisive affirmative look.

Neos slowly turned around, let out a deep, weary sigh, and then—

"……All right."

The Lord of Mankind said.