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

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Angron then remembered his instruction to treat Mortarian well—

Ah, he still remembered Mortarian, the grumpy and gloomy guy, but unfortunately he didn't do that. Angron also remembered that flying kick that felt amazing.

He will definitely save a spot for me.

Horus, standing behind Angron, said painfully,

【nature. 】

Angron whistled, signaling for all the stone sculptures to attack at once.

Even though you've betrayed us, even though we all thought you were dead—he still remembers you.

Angron blinked.

I think you also want to do something for him to repay this trust?

I will bring him back—in the guise of loyalty.

Horus said this, and blood welled up in his throat. Unlike his brother, who loved to eat blood, Horus hated blood.

That's right!

"Angron shouted, and he suddenly turned to the side, grabbed Horus, and roughly shoved him forward.

Although he was very friendly to Horus in words and actions, his actions were extremely simple.

【Saint-Gilles!】

Angron roared, and in an instant, the world beneath their feet seemed to turn into a churning sea of ​​blood, with countless sculptures rushing towards them with bloodshot eyes.

【Saint-Gilles!!】

Angron shouted,

Look who's here! — It's not your jailer Angron anymore, someone's come to visit you!!!

Angron suddenly slapped Horus, and out of the corner of Horus's eye, he saw Angron radiating a blazing, white light. For a moment, Horus felt as if he were in sync with Angron's spiritual world.

For just a moment, Horus felt as if he were being blinded by the inner light of Angron.

But the next moment, Horus seemed to hear the doubts and anger from the depths of the earth.

The blood surged, and the nature that had been suppressed for thousands of years roared. It pounded against the intruders, roared and vowed to sink them to the bottom of the blood sea, and raged to suffocate them.

Shout it! Shout "Saint Gillespie!!"

Horus gritted his teeth, blood gushing from his mouth. He saw it! He saw it! The angels torn apart on both sides!!!

【Saint-Gilles!】

Horus roared, still in a state of confusion, logic and reason not yet keeping up with him, but he was already caught in a wave of emotions, and blood tears streamed from his eyes.

【O Saint Gilles!!!】

The Wolf God cried out in anguish, he couldn't understand it, he just couldn't understand it!!!

The archangel who betrayed him ten thousand years ago for the sake of the empire and loyalty, the archangel who wounded him ten thousand years ago—

After turning away from him and embarking on the right path, after paying a terrible price, Saint Gilles! Why are you also in such a sorry state?

With such a vast empire, could it be that not even a single Primarch could survive?

[I can accept my betrayal—but why did you—why did you—Saint-Gilles! Saint-Gilles!!!]

Now there was no need for Angron to push Horus forward. Horus rushed into the depths of the sea of ​​blood, the stone sculptures pressing against him, their bared fangs stabbing at the bloodstains on his face.

I thought one of us would be on the right path—if not me, I hoped it would be you!!! But why—why?!!!

Horus lunged forward, his sharp fangs already pressed against his throat, but he had nothing left to fear or lose, so he recklessly lunged towards the last small glimmer of light before him—

A crimson to pitch-black shadow enveloped his vision, but then came a cold, merciless light. Horus opened his eyes and saw Saint Gilles with his eyes closed, tears of purity streaming down his face.

Saint Gilles grasped Horus's hands and pulled him up from the ground.

I’m sorry.

Saint Gilles whispered, the white feathers behind him so shimmering and pure, the babbling of a stream and the chirping of birds echoing behind him.

The archangel gave a faint, bitter smile.

[I understand Conrad Coates now—prophecy is always like this, but I'm glad to see you now, Horus.]

At least before we completely disappear, we can get together one more time.

Saint Gilles led Horus, and then they entered his Garden of Eden.

……

【call. 】

Angron exhaled, staring thoughtfully at the white light that suddenly enlarged and then disappeared before him.

The Lord of Will and Power twisted his neck, listening with satisfaction to the cracking sound of his neck bones.

Finally, one has left.

Anglong muttered to himself, feeling a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

He was pleased to see that the Lord of Mankind did not intend to abandon Sanguiles, but he was less pleased to see Horus—though that was not something Angron could decide.

Just like how the emperor didn't intend to remove his Butcher's Nail immediately back then.

What could Angron do? Unable to win and without suffering greater losses, he had no choice but to accept it.

He seemed somewhat relieved and accepting of it.

But now is not the time to relax.

Saint Gilles' conscience accepted Horus, which meant they had the opportunity to bring back Saint Gilles' light.

But this does not mean that its bloody side has disappeared.

Angron looked up and saw the space, forged by the warp and the spirit, beginning to collapse, with cracks spreading out like a spider web.

The last remaining balance between light and darkness has been broken.

There's still a tough battle ahead.

But Angron knew his reinforcements had arrived. Although he sometimes couldn't understand the absurdity of the Lord of Man, the Lord of Man wasn't stupid.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath.

As he channeled his power, Angron felt himself grow lighter. The real world was calling to him, and a heavy, weary strength surged within him. He slowly opened his eyes—

I saw a hideous, pale face.

【…】

The scarlet outlined golden eyes collided with the murky white mist of amber eyes.

Both of them remained silent.

【…】

The poisonous mist from Mortarian's gas mask sprayed onto Angron's face.

Mortarion touched Angron with the insect-like hairs on his forehead, then stood up in front of Angron, who was sitting in a chair in a contemplative posture.

It doesn't look alive.

Mortalian spoke methodically, and then Angron heard a heartbroken, almost desperate roar.

[Angron?! Angron!!!]

The azure storm surged forward, smashing the slender, ghostly figure in front of Angron aside.

Mortarian coughed a few times in dissatisfaction, but Guilliman, who was already in tears, ignored him. He rushed to Angron and grabbed Angron's arm with both hands, tears streaming down his face.

【? ! 】

Angron met the astonished Killieman's gaze.

Killieman's mouth trembled, and his eyes widened.

He... he's dead?!

[Dead.] [I'm still alive.]

Two voices rang out at the same time, and Angron's lips twitched. He didn't want to pay attention to Mortalian's inexplicable dry humor at this critical juncture.

He reached out and grasped Killieman's arm, then slowly stood up.

Ouch, that really hurts.

Angron listened to the groans emanating from his own bones and released Guilliman's hand from his shoulder armor.

Killieman simply stared at him, his lips trembling, tears streaming down his face, completely losing his composure.

Perhaps no one knows the depth of the friendship that Guilliman and Angron forged during the reigns of the three Primarchs.

Although Gilliman found Angron inefficient, he was at least not as aloof and unapproachable as Saint Gilles.

On many occasions, on nights when many stars had dimmed, it was Angron who patiently listened to Guilliman's doubts and confusion, and comforted him.

It's been so long.

I almost didn't recognize her.

Angron laughed, looking at the imposing and obviously psychic-savvy Guilliman before him. Guilliman now seemed more suited to be a king than Saint Gilles had been back then.

Long time no see, Robert Guilliman.

Angron laughed and gave Killieman a big hug, patting him hard on the back.

What a pity, Angron thought. Guilliman's combat power has increased so quickly? He can't even shake Guilliman anymore?

Anglon released Kiliman.

No, it's probably just because he was too tired.

I knew you would come back to me—you always will, and you will always complete the urgent and important items on your to-do list.

Killieman's lips trembled. Angron still felt the same as before; he was still a reliable, mountain-like warrior.

But he is old, old enough.

I said I would definitely come back.

Killieman's voice trembled.

To make up for the mistakes of the past.

Let's get to work.

Anglong said lightly, then he turned around and saw the others.

Before the trembling altar, seemingly about to break its seal, he saw Mortarian with a sour face, Waldor standing like a statue, and—

Angron frowned in confusion.

Do you look like this, Hardy?

He couldn't say the full name, so Angron stopped abruptly at the second syllable.

"Uh,"

Hades said that the silver scythe emerged from the black mist, explaining why Mortarion had the leisure to joke with Angron and Guilliman earlier—because Hades was in control here.

While some enjoy a peaceful life, others bear heavy burdens, like Hades.

“I think I can explain, but not now.”

Hades stared at the Iron Maiden on the altar, countless scarlet spikes piercing into her, thick blood slowly flowing out.

The Iron Maiden was sculpted as an archangel with outstretched wings, which, considering the beings imprisoned there, makes the scene extremely eerie.

"He connected the entire Baal faith field, and something else—I think the Lord of Mankind allocated most of the corrupt faith at that time to Saint Gilles?"

“I think I can crush him, as for devouring him completely… I can try.”

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 711 Numerical Monster

"A pseudo-emperor? What the hell is that?"