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

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The Emperor gazed intently at his sons; he saw Mortalian, a monster in the mist; Robert Guilliman, a saint in this world; and Anglon, aged yet with even clearer eyes.

The Emperor activates his Charisma skill, which automatically reduces the Intelligence of all spirited, weakly spirited, and non-spirited creatures (except Hades, a negatively spirited being) by 35% to 100%; and increases their Friendship by 10 to 100.

Not good.

Hades suddenly stood up, staring intently into the distance, as if the Primarchs were looking at him like complete idiots.

"Not urgent,"

Macardo pressed Hades down with his scepter, his expression calm.

"The surprise I've prepared is coming."

"Wait, I just can't believe he would do that..."

"He will,"

Makado appeared calm.

“I know him very well; he will never miss any opportunity to make others suffer—he has a natural inclination to see others suffer.”

"I think it's time for you—"

[Aa ...

? !

A sharp shriek suddenly interrupted the emperor's sincere words. Neos's face darkened abruptly. He looked up sharply and saw a dark shadow climbing on the high pillars of the royal hall.

Killieman and Angron also suddenly came to their senses, while Mortarion coughed violently, his hand resting unhesitatingly on the pistol, Netherflame.

Hello, my father.

Conrad Coates, who appeared late, licked his lips with his long, scarlet tongue. His face was still pale, but he no longer emitted a foul odor, and he seemed to have gained some weight.

It's clear that during those months in Stormy Starfield, his brother and jailer, Korax, did not mistreat the prisoners.

But this did not elevate Coz's moral standards.

Coz's claws dug into the marble pillar, leaving deep dents in the once pristine white stone, and fragments of marble tumbled down with a clatter.

Hades heard Corax's panicked cries from afar.

Koz tilted his head, twisting it slightly, his dark eyes, framed by his loose black hair, fixed intently on the Lord of Humanity.

Such a heartwarming scene of fatherly love and filial piety...why am I not included?

Conrad said, scratching his scalp impatiently.

But it's okay, I made it here myself.

Conrad picked out a piece of blood-stained scalp, tossed it aside, and was about to say something when he suddenly fell silent, making a shushing gesture.

Conrad gave a strange smile.

Shh...did you hear that?

What did you hear?

Guilliman asked in surprise, one hand resting on his Akagi short sword, eager to draw it.

[I want to...beat up the Lord of Humanity—no! That's not what I want.]

[And...it's not just one person who thinks this way.]

【but……】

Koz adjusted his posture and looked at Mortarian. His grinning black eyes met Mortarian's expressionless white eyes. Everything was clear now: Mortarian had made a pact with this demon named Conrad Koz.

I'm willing to do it for them!

Conrad Coates roared!

They lunged towards the Lord of Mankind! The Primarchs near the Lord of Mankind immediately sprang into action. Guilliman blocked Koz's path with the Akagi Shortsword, while Angron, seemingly protecting Saint Gilles, actually blocked Neos in Koz's inevitable route.

As for Mortarian?

Mortarion spread his arms wide and lunged at the Lord of Mankind; this was the first time he had ever taken the initiative to embrace someone.

And that's what he shouted.

Praise be to Hades! Cast your curse upon all the damned people here!

Using himself as a starting point, Mortarian launched off-field assistance, and the Human Rights Card Hades was already in place.

Okay, that's all.

Chapter 726 Temporary Alliance Established

The time has come.

That moment that makes the stars and the sun tremble has arrived.

Within your magnificent, splendid, dust-covered palace—

I swear I'm going to punch you.

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

Mortalian felt the cloth pressing against his face, utterly humiliated, while the Primarch felt a powerful, unimaginable force pulling him backward.

The Lord of Mankind was burning him with golden psychic energy, flames rising around him, but the Pale Lord felt no pain; his eyes were filled with weak darkness.

[Praise be to Hades! — Hades!!! Come here right now!!! Hades!!!]

On the other side, Hades had already stood up, his eyes fixed on the center of the fight. He saw Mortarion and Conrad burning alongside the Lord of Man. Mortarion was holding the Emperor captive, while Conrad was jumping around on the burning ground.

While Angron appeared to be taunting Mottarian, he was actually striking the Lord of Men with the back of his axe.

The Primarchs are not yet united, and the current situation is very unfavorable for Mortalion.

Hades was about to leave, but Macado held onto his clothes tightly, his eyes filled with a meaningful look.

“You can cast your curse—but you can’t just enter directly, at least not now, my friend. Your reputation within the Empire is bad enough.”

"But as compensation for you..."

Makado said slowly,

"I can help you with something else."

As Makado spoke, he raised his hand towards the direction of the melee. Hades saw the Lord of Man's expression change, but Makado still made his move.

Just like when they rolled the dice, Hades released the Dark Domain in perfect unison, intercepting the power that the Lord of Humanity was probing towards.

The psychic energy unique to the Imperial Marksmen flickered, and Hades saw the lying Saint Gilles' expression suddenly change slightly, and then the archangel slowly opened his eyes.

"...You plan to play like this?"

Hades watched incredulously as Saint Gilles weakly rose to his feet. Then the archangel saw Angron elbowing the Emperor with his axe, and Mortarion clinging to the Emperor, shouting Hades. A screaming ball of burning fire darted through the air—oh, that was Conrad.

.

Saint Gilles' expression went blank for a full second, while beside him stood Guilliman, who looked terrified and unsure how to end the farce.

“I think the archangel would be very happy to reminisce with his father.”

Makado wore a faint smile.

“Saint Gilles will thank me. If the archangel had missed today, he probably wouldn’t have had another chance to openly beat up Neos.”

"And I called more than just him."

Makado winked and pursed his lips like a mischievous old man.

“Magnus is on his way. I threatened him with his keeping of greenskins and lied to him that there was a sparring match here, and since he wasn’t the mastermind, the Lord of Man wouldn’t punish him afterwards.”

"..."

Hades wanted to ask Makado how he knew, but there was another question.

"The Lord of Humanity knows—"

"he knows."

Makado said with a smile.

Hades remained silent.

He realized that Macardo had planned this all along, and spared a moment to mourn Magnus.

He then sent out radio waves, calling for reinforcements—as the creator of Nirvana, he naturally had the highest authority.

A moment later, Hades focused his attention and used the Dark Domain to suppress the raging golden flames. The Emperor's power resisted him for a while, and then they chose a limit that both sides agreed on.

The Lord of Mankind probably also wants to test his skills against his children.

Hades suddenly had an absurd thought: it wasn't just the Primarchs who wanted to beat up the Emperor; the Emperor might also want to beat up the Primarchs.

【…】

Saint Gilles, sitting down, trembled with desire. He wanted to say something, but the absurd scene forced him to swallow his words.

But he didn't dislike what he was seeing.

Suddenly, the light beside the archangel shone even brighter—it was Conrad, who was burning, who had arrived beside him. Dodging Guilliman's downward strike, Conrad held Saint Gilles' hand with deep affection.

The flames spread along Conrad's path, and the archangel's feathers began to flare.

Welcome back, Saint Gilles.

Conrad Coz spoke in a melodious aria, brushing aside his disheveled hair, and with Mortarion and Angron wrestling on the ground with the Emperor in their arms, he looked with his dark eyes at Saint Gilles's dim, bloodshot eyes.

Angron finally stopped pretending.

Do you now understand what I saw back then, my own blood relative?

Conrad said in a low voice, seemingly regaining some clarity.

Black eyes meet blood-red eyes, countless emotions churning within them. Ten thousand years have passed in a flash. Do you still remember those words spoken in the prison years ago?

You and I were once slaves, and I was once a king, yet we have finally come together at this moment, in this place. Do you regret your choice back then?

Saint Gilles trembled violently, while Guilliman was drawn into the fray by the men wrestling on the ground and did not come to stop Conrad.

Well, it was Angron who tripped Guilliman with a hook kick with his left hind leg. Now the Imperial Regent is roaring and trying to get up, but the others won't let him succeed. Hades even caught a glimpse of the Emperor's black hand amidst the chaos.

【I……】

Saint Gilles said that too many complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

I have no regrets... but I am in pain.

Suffering is inevitable; it's the price of survival—but you can choose whether to cause suffering to others or to suffer yourself.

Conrad hissed, like a serpent tempting evil.

Now...don't you want to do something?

He stepped aside, allowing Saint Gilles to witness the chaotic scene. With just one glance, the archangel knew that the Lord of Mankind had not used his full strength, and that the Emperor might be harboring a wicked sense of amusement.

I'm joining.

Saint Gilles stated bluntly that he did not want to consider the future or the past. He slowly walked out of the treatment chamber. Now, at this moment, he was only representing Saint Gilles' personal will, not concerning the Empire, not concerning humanity, not concerning his offspring or close friends.

If this is a dream, then he is willing to continue dreaming.

At least this wasn't about killing a close friend, being crowned king, or falling into a sea of ​​blood—it was about joining his brothers in a campaign against the real culprits.

This won't cause him pain.

Saint Gilles said with a gloomy face, "He has lost too much of his power."

But he would have other allies, and in this absurd and unrealistic dream, he believed that they were not the only ones here.

The archangel walked quickly over, bent down, and pulled the bewildered Robert Guilliman out of the rapidly moving chaos with one hand. Before Guilliman could even express his gratitude to the archangel, he saw Saint Gilles kick Anglon away again.

Hey! My friend?!

Angron's questioning voice came from the smoke and dust on the other side of the hall, and Killieman guessed that he must have hit a pillar to stop.

But Saint Gilles did not apologize for this; he only had eyes for that one person.

Above a blazing, golden, unidentified object (Motalion), an enraged archangel grabbed the mortal-sized human lord by the collar, lifting him up and forcing Neos to face him.

Saint Gilles took a deep breath.