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

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Neos casually reached out and elegantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, still standing proudly at the highest point in the room, his clothes neatly trimmed.

That is, on the dining table.

[Old...immortal...]

Dense spiderweb-like cracks snaked out from one side of the wall, and the cracks on the bone armor were even more numerous and severe than those on the wall. Mortarian lowered his head helplessly, and with each breath, wisps of white mist rose from between the gas masks.

This is truly embarrassing.

Saint Gilles spoke tremblingly. The archangel still subconsciously tried to maintain his dignity. He held onto a chair with one hand, but could not stand up no matter what. His already disheveled wings were spread out on the ground as if one side was broken.

"You need not be angry or sad."

Neos spread his hands and explained sincerely,

“That attack just now was enough to severely damage a Chaos, but you overlooked one thing: I no longer pay attention to the Empire. Therefore, my perspective is closer to the ground and closer to myself.”

"You're truly heartless, to kill your own child, Neos?"

As soon as Neos finished speaking, Macado, who had been freed from his confinement with Magnus's help, limped back into the room. He used the scepter as a crutch, keeping an eye on Neos as he hopped over to Mortarion's side.

White mist rose from beneath the old man's feet. Makado used Mortarion's spell, and the billowing dust immediately engulfed half of Mortarion's body at an extremely fast speed.

Meanwhile, Magnus, who had made himself as small as possible, approached Saint Gilles. Psychic energy shone, and Magnus nervously shook his head at the archangel who was about to speak.

“I’m so sad, Makado.”

"I speak sadly," Nios said, his hands hanging by his sides. The bloodstains on his hands disappeared with a faint golden flame. No one saw this, and of course, no one would care even if they did.

“I was merely responding to their fighting spirit—and you rebuke me for that.”

He wanted to add that Macardo had also been ruthless towards the Primarchs, and that his training against Alpha back then was also a brutal beating.

But then, the attack came again.

"From behind" is a coded message.

Having just dealt with the Primarch, the Lord of Man was somewhat weak, while Or Persson was clearly risking his life to accompany him.

As the ancient man vomited large amounts of blood, he mumbled incoherently incantations. This time, Orl chose the darkness that could best counter Neos, and the spacious dining hall suddenly became dim.

A darker, more frenzied, and more suffocating existence thus entered the scene.

With a thought from the Human Being, the next moment Or Persson was sent flying. He was about to crash heavily into the wall, but was caught by a pair of broad hands.

I hope I'm not too late.

As Angron said this, he carefully placed Or on the ground as if he were a miniature toy. He gently patted Or's shoulder, then strode toward the Lord of Humanity.

The silence of the cryptic chants did not bring the dining hall back to life. Neos knew it was the work of his two sons—he could sense one of them, huddled feverishly in a corner of the room.

But the other one?

Neos was also unable to pinpoint Raven's exact location; perhaps Corax had hidden within his brother's psionic domain.

Otherwise, the raven's stealth capabilities might have already reached a completely new level of uncharted territory.

This was the skill Corax had finally developed after Macado's all-out manhunt for him.

"You're a little late."

"Nios said, gesturing for Angron to look at Sangilius and Mortarion, who were severely injured by psionic energy in the room. Angron, however, grinned, revealing the gladiator's rough yet sharp fangs.

I think we can win, right?

? !

A massive bolt of psionic lightning suddenly struck from behind him!

Neos whirled around, the intense white light illuminating his face. He had been focused on hunting down Corax with his psionic powers, completely neglecting Magnus—he was on guard against Corax, against Koz, against Macardo, Mortarian, Sanguires… even Orl Perzon, but he had subconsciously overlooked Magnus!

Because Neos was certain that Magnus would not launch an attack first!

Magnus, however, was the only Primarch present, besides Macardo and the two Primarchs who had been promoted, who could injure the Lord of Man with pure psionic energy.

Neos instinctively tried to teleport, but Makado and Or simultaneously blocked his path. The Lord of Man immediately attempted to physically evade, but Angron behind him had already raised his axe and charged forward.

At the same time, a grinning face popped out from the darkness on the ceiling—it was Conrad Coates!

Without hesitation, the emperor decisively chose the easiest opening to breach. He leaped up abruptly, and golden flames instantly scorched the bat's wings.

The immense force flipped Coz over, and the Lord of Man barely dodged Angron's axe, but Magnus's psionic lightning had already struck his trouser leg. After the thunder, the sun shattered once more, leaving behind a patch of golden light.

The human lord, Golden Eyes, hovering in the air, looked at Magnus.

Beside the collapsed Saint Gilles, Magnus's red hair was flying, and the book in his hand was floating in the air. His expression was not resolute, but rather hesitant with fear. However, this did not mean that he had not used his full strength in his attack just now.

I... I think it's my turn to play a supporting role.

Magnus said weakly.

Although the Crimson One said so, he was actually much more determined in his heart than he claimed, otherwise his thunderbolt just now would not have been so decisive and swift.

Upon his return, Magnus perhaps only made significant progress and leaps in one particular area.

That is the awareness that one should never let things fail because of oneself.

Perhaps there was some personal grudge involved, or perhaps it was resentment over what the Emperor had just said to him, or perhaps it was regret over the Lord of Man giving him the Greenskin relics and mistakenly believing that the Lord of Man had killed the Greenskin wizard, or perhaps...

He simply wanted to see just how much damage his full-force attack could inflict on the Lord of Humanity.

These reasons may be somewhat unjust, but the Primarchs present had only personal grudges against the Lord of Man, without any so-called righteousness involved, which made Magnus appear noble in comparison.

Neos took a deep breath.

"well done."

He said, whether it was sarcasm or genuine praise, and given the Lord of Humanity's usual words, Magnus couldn't respond, and could only continue to watch the Lord of Humanity intently.

During his time recuperating in Terra, his soul had become much more complete thanks to the Grey Knights' tireless efforts in capturing the Magnus Fragments.

On the other side, Corax silently pointed at Conrad, who was burning and thrashing about. The shadows moved like the huge wings of some kind of corvid, and darkness enveloped Conrad. Corax's face turned even paler, but the next moment, the golden flames dissipated.

During his time overseeing Conrad, Corax discovered that his brother wasn't as insane and terrifying as he had imagined. The two similar yet completely different Primarchs even strangely developed a kind of tacit understanding, and they would even inexplicably say goodnight to each other as if they were acting crazy.

Sometimes, Conrad would even become aware of Corax's deepest desires, and one day Corax would wake up to find the skin of a sinner peeled off by Coz—

They are usually the kind of people who are legally not punishable by death, but morally, Corax would love to see dead.

That old bastard deliberately burned me.

Conrad said in a hoarse voice, "I can tell that the Golden Flame Old Deng cast on me is different from the one he cast on Mortalian."

It's clear that they added a lot more pain alerts to his body.

Corax glanced at Conrad, his eyes full of questions like "Hmm...?", but the Primarch didn't say anything, only making a shushing gesture.

He then nodded toward the Lord of Humanity.

Now, apart from our great Robert Guilliman, who is always on his way, and Hades, who did not receive an invitation, most of the Primarchs are present.

Mortarion and Saint Gilles slowly stood up, forming a three-sided encirclement of the Lord of Man with Angron.

Magnus, Macardo, and Orl Persson were already prepared for a second wave of remote support.

On the other side, two pairs of dark eyes, hidden in the darkness, were gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

Neos took a deep breath.

"bring it on."

He said it lightly.

"I'll hit them all."

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 731 Too Many Enemies

Standing amidst all enemies.

He feels good.

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

"When I killed someone for the first time in my life,"

The boy said the Sakarya River flowed into the land further away from his feet.

"I don't feel fear."

"Perhaps in the more distant future, killing will have become a common occurrence, with humans eagerly using their hands, sticks, and guns to kill their fellow human beings—but at the moment my forehead was pressed against my father's skull, the first murder in human history was just committed."

The brown-skinned boy paused for a moment, as if considering something.

"From that moment on, the echoes of that murder reverberated throughout the human race, giving rise to the concept of murdering one's own kind in the human soul."

"Perhaps it isn't,"

The boy then added that his dark brown eyes, though gleaming with a light, didn't hold much emotion, yet gave the impression that he was always deep in thought and confused.

"It could also be the blood I etched onto the lifeblood of humanity."

He said, and couldn't help but smile.

"Because I committed the first revenge case and the second murder case in human history—I killed the uncle who killed my father."

He raised his hands, looked at them, and admired them as if they were stained with the blood of his enemies.

Although there was no blood on it, he used his psychic powers to kill his uncle with a heart attack.

"You know, humans always extend from blood ties, which leads to all sorts of strange, absurd, and unimaginable stories—I'm curious to see where my story will go next."

He blinked, no longer examining his hands, and gazed into the distance. White clouds drifted above the Sakarya River, and the sounds of insects and the laughter of villagers still echoed across the fields.

But he was banished because he had caused the death of a healthy and strong man in front of everyone. These ignorant humans did not know what had happened, but their instincts terrified them, so they banished the boy.

He could have stayed.

The boy did not choose to stay.

His father's death made him see his true nature clearly; he knew he shouldn't stay here, in this small, peaceful, and serene village—

A grander story awaits him, and he must immerse himself in it.

"I'm curious—whether this shadow of blood ties that has echoed throughout human history will find me again in some corner of history."

But the boy no longer had any immediate family, and the remaining villagers were not closely related to him by blood, so they could not form a clear subspatial connection with him.

"But I might have children."

Thinking of this, the boy fell silent. Inside the fishing net bag on his back, the skull of his dead father was silently staring at him.

What does this mean?

"I asked the boy."

No one answered him.

The waters of the Sakarya River lapped against the banks, making a soft, gurgling sound.

"what does that mean?"

Will they avenge him? Will they fill his skull with mud, as is the custom of the villages along the Zakarya River? Will they do as he did, or become even more foolish?

But what does having children really mean to him? What does it mean that there are people in this world who are connected to him by blood?

No one answered him.

Only the sound of the river echoed his voice.

His deceased father would never be able to answer his questions; he was still young then, and there were too many things he didn't understand.

So the boy set off.

With the ambition of a lone individual.

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

His descendants seemed eager to fight him.

As Neos thought this, a fighting spirit gleamed in his eyes. He had no choice but to take this seriously—it seemed the Primarchs had been harboring resentment for a long time.

But so what?

Neos has personally experienced and witnessed too many extreme fluctuations in human history. His children can only be described as fluctuating within this range, but not exceeding it.