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

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'Too slow.'

Neos performed a triple jump in mid-air, flipping 360 degrees. As he rolled 180 degrees, he reached out and gently patted the head of Mortarion, who was sliding down beside him.

This is a symbol of fatherly love, evoking a sense of filial piety that Mortalian may not have even possessed.

After their first exchange, the two returned to the ground.

Neos was relieved to see that some color had finally returned to Mortalian's pale face.

He was probably angry.

You still have a lot to learn.

The Lord of Mankind said,

'There's nothing to get excited about; after all, I often feel happy when new things come along.'

The thing that makes me happiest right now is attending your funeral and spitting on your coffin.

Mortarian growled like a wild beast, and this time the small village finally vanished. The world collapsed, and Neos caught a familiar scent—

Oh? Nurgle's Garden?

This surprised him, but the Pale Lord had indeed captured a section of Nurgle's Garden and claimed it for himself.

Mortarion also had the ability to forcibly strip a territory from the Emperor, but that would mean the Lord of Man would have to play a game of "who can last for thousands of years" with the Pale Lord.

When it comes to spending time with children, Neos has little patience, and he chose to finish quickly today.

The territory plundered from Nurgle indeed made Neos feel further weakened. The carefully cultivated vegetation of Corruption Heaven had long been killed without hesitation by Mortarion, and standing among these withered plants, Neos felt a rare sense of dizziness.

He was familiar with this feeling; it was...

The feeling of death.

As if he had discovered a new continent, the Lord of Humanity smiled with satisfaction, stood on the vast land, and spread his arms wide.

'bring it on.'

Nios said,

'Let me see how far you've come. Are you qualified, or should you be eliminated? I think your friend certainly doesn't want you to be eliminated—otherwise, I doubt he'll be willing to work for me anymore.'

【dross.】

Whispers drifted through the misty fog, mingled with a few chants. Ancient sorcerers raised their ritual implements and stood before the deceased, praying for their peaceful rest in the afterlife.

[Threatening me... You're no different from an alien... Just as despicable, just as treacherous, just as utterly merciless.]

Neos disapprovingly turned his head away, feeling himself growing weaker, and in response, he lit up his light.

'I need to make one thing clear, my child, I am far more cunning, more cruel, more... scoundrel than anyone you have ever seen.'

Yes, that word was used by Macado when he was cursing him.

The squeaking of mice and the buzzing of flies brought disease and death. Naked corpses were piled upon corpses, and monks in black robes, their bodies covered in dried bodily fluids and vomit, struggled to push carts piled high with corpses along the road.

The corpse opened its eyes in vain, gazing at the white sky that had been obscured by the burning of the body.

[Shameless to the point of being outrageous...]

'My honor, child.'

Neos proudly raised his voice, realizing his blood pressure was rising, his reactions were slowing, and he had already taken the first step toward death.

Mortarion's power surpassed his golden flames?

interesting.

The Lord of Mankind exerted his power once more, but Mortarion's resolve and anger had reached a new level of alert; it seemed that his encouragement to Mortarion had taken effect.

cry.

The cries of relatives and friends surrounded the deceased. The boundary between life and death has always been so clear: the living are noisy, while the dead are silent and will never speak.

But there are far more corpses that no one sheds a tear for: those who died of illness, those who died in battle, those who died of old age, those who fell from great heights, those who died from exhaustion, the elderly who breathed their last when their candles were burning out, and newborns who were strangled in the womb by their umbilical cords.

So many deaths, countless as the sands of the Ganges, far more than the stars in the Milky Way, the world is so crowded that even death is so crowded that souls jostle each other.

Except for the immortals, every human being will die. Death is the most common thing, yet also the rarest. Each person can only die once, but it becomes cheap because of the large number of humans. But even if it is cheap and insignificant, one grain of sand on top of another will accumulate into a celestial body larger than a planet.

But death is eternal.

The skull, the part of a person that is least likely to decompose after death, forms the stereotype of death. The white bones gently rest on life, depend on life, and transcend life; they are the end of life.

Neos can no longer see the light.

His pupils had dilated, most of the cells in his body slowed down, breathing and heartbeat were no longer necessary, his brain became active, and he seemed to "see" bizarre and wonderful scenes, but there was no light in his eyes.

In a daze, Neos seemed to feel that wind again, the wind by the river in his childhood was so damp and warm, but unfortunately he could never return to those years when he knew nothing.

Beneath the scythe, the throne appeared—just as it had when he usurped the power of the Eldar's Death God, but this time it was entirely accomplished by Mortarion himself.

For a brief moment, Neos paused all his thinking, which made him feel comfortable; not having to think was a blessing.

But the next moment——

An old man who had been standing dead suddenly began to convulse as if he had risen from the dead. He coughed up phlegm, and then uttered that loud, unwavering cry.

'Hades!!!'

Everything collapsed suddenly—wasn't that much simpler than the painstakingly built psionic pathways he had worked so hard to create?

The next moment, Neos returned to the front of the palace's dining room, where the Grim Reaper, half-completed, stood before him.

Mortarian's eyes were already burning with intense rage.

'Congratulations, Mortarian!'

"Nios shouted, and suddenly bent over to dodge Death's scythe," Nios said.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 730 I'll fight it all

You become more fulfilled and stronger.

But you don't feel good at all.

So you can only swing your sickle again and again.

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

This is a truly exhilarating combination skill!

Hades gazed into the distance; as a psionic Muggle, he had no idea what Neos had done to Mortalion and Sangilius within the psionic realm.

But just a few breaths later, Mortarian and Saint Gilles's spiritual power surged dramatically! A massive increase! A powerful boost!

In contrast, the holy sun dimmed somewhat.

Hades could sense that his own power had been summoned midway, but because the Imperial psionic energy in the center of the main battlefield was too dazzling, Hades could not analyze who summoned him, nor could he distinguish how much Imperial psionic energy or Primarch psionic energy he had absorbed.

But it doesn't matter. Hades looked at the two Primarchs who were getting taller, brighter, or darker again, his eyes thoughtful.

………………

A very interesting battle.

The Lord of Humanity wondered to himself how long it had been since he had fought such a fierce battle in physical form. Was it a thousand years ago, or ten thousand years ago? It seemed the last time he had focused on physical combat was in the Comoros.

Unfortunately, it has become Slaanesh's graveyard.

The Comoros’s madness did indeed fascinate Neos in some ways.

This time, however, it was no longer a battle where he deliberately suppressed his spiritual energy to fight with his body. Instead, it was a battle between two sides at the same time: a god who had willingly fallen from the sky was locked in combat with a demigod who had grown new wings. At least the difference in strength was no longer so vast.

However, it turned out to be the two of them.

Neos thought to himself calmly,

At the same time, he fiercely met the long scythe with his sword. The huge and sharp scythe trembled beside his sword. The Lord of Mankind swung his wrist and choked!

The sickle flew off with a thud, sending bone fragments flying beside its blade.

Back in the laboratory ten thousand years ago, he never imagined it would be them. At that time, he favored the wise man shimmering with abundant psionic energy, or perhaps the Lord of Hearts—

He is the one closest to humanity.

The sparks he painstakingly collected from the subspace were of superior quality, but that didn't mean each of them was capable of reaching the very end of the eight-pointed star.

For example, the twins' power is too dispersed, and the blacksmith's authority has long been occupied by Nurgle.

However, Nurgle's control over "Rebirth" has now been stripped away, and when the time is right, the blacksmith will take over his authority—along with "Mercy."

Neos was preoccupied with planning for his offspring, and his mind was not entirely focused on the battle before him, which led to his vulnerability being exposed.

call!

The spear flew like a dragon! Blood and shards of hair splattered in the air as the spear tip pierced through the air. Neos, who had just been cornered by Mortarion, vanished instantly, leaving only Saint Gilles and his spear, which he had not yet retrieved.

The next moment, the Emperor, with specks of blood on his cheek, was once again behind the two Primarchs. This time, the Emperor was paying attention—

He realized that his apparent inattentiveness had further angered his offspring.

Anger can be a good thing sometimes, but not always. It can cloud people's judgment, and right now, for Mortalian and Sanguielles, anger has clearly begun to cloud their judgment.

Primarchs who have just gained immense power and authority should not experience drastic emotional changes. Neos didn't want to cause any more trouble. If it were a single Primarch, perhaps he would explain the truths of the galaxy to them—

But he still has several Primarchs who haven't had time to distribute authority, so Neos doesn't intend to comfort them with words anymore.

As the Primarchs grow older, they are far less innocent than when they first returned to the Empire, which means that Neos can no longer readily agree with their questions and misunderstandings.

Since it was a battle between his own children anyway, Neos decided to do something different; he should teach his offspring what entertainment was.

Neos stood on the dining table and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, golden light erupted behind him! Several weapons, gleaming with the blazing sunlight, floated in the air, including swords, spears, hooks, and halberds.

"Remember to hide well."

The Lord of Humanity said this as he watched the two Primarchs suddenly retreat back into their respective psionic domains.

The next moment, a sonic boom erupted!!!

Hundreds of swords and blades, hurtling like cannonballs, sliced ​​through the mist and blood, creating a vacuum passage within the dense psionic field.

Mortalian and Saint Gilles had already retreated to their respective psionic domains. They were learning very quickly, and Neos could sense that they were moving through the warp.

His deep brown pupils flashed suddenly—a prophecy! The Emperor took a fourteen-centimeter step to the left, and then, an inch from his eyes, Mortarion's scythe swept past.

The Lord of Mankind calmly used golden flames to dispel the curse mixed in with the scythe wind.

"Not even close."

"Nios commented, but Mortarian didn't give him a chance to stay in place. Death twisted the scythe in an unimaginable way—and Mortarian's waist was as if it were broken."

He had no choice but to retaliate, his longsword clashing with the bone scythe once more, but the next moment, a spear, dripping with blood, came from the upper back of the Lord of Humanity's head!

Is Mortalian responsible for drawing attention and taking damage, while Sanguielles is responsible for assassination?

Before Neos, the two Primarchs tacitly chose the fighting style that best suited them.

To be fair, facing the renewed breakthroughs of Mortarion and Saint Gilles, perhaps no one could withstand this blow; it was enough to wound a Chaos being.

Because this was not just a physical attack. Long before, within the vast ocean, the Pale Lord and the Blood Lord's spiritual energy had already firmly gripped the Golden Flame Kingdom. Rolling seas of mist and blood swept in from different domains, encroaching on the Eternal Sun Domain.

Just now, Neos had actively dispersed a significant amount of power towards the two Primarchs.

Unlike Neos, the two Primarchs were not joking with him. This attack was real, and they genuinely wanted to seriously injure Neos.

Neos was therefore pleased.

As a reward, he decided to teach them a lesson.

And so, the sun rose again.

Blinding golden light pierced through the thick clouds, penetrating the pale white and the crimson crimson with thorn-like threads of light. The light poured down again, carrying both piercing heat and icy cold, dispelling the darkness, the death and blood, dispelling all that people feared, dreaded, and dreaded—

He promised that in the Kingdom of Light, people would have nothing to fear, nothing to be afraid of, and nothing to panic about.

Humans are the most intelligent of all beings.

This is an eternal truth.

And he is the ruler of mankind.