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

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Neos opened his mouth and felt a bitter taste in his throat.

"But I forgive you."

—As a father.

If he is not the ruler of mankind—he was not, he is not, and he will not be—then how wonderful that would be.

Horus paused for a moment, then burst into an even more piercing howl, like a dying wolf, helpless and desperate, but with intact vocal cords and boundless energy.

Let him cry first.

Neos remained silent.

………………

They will never forgive me.

Horus choked back tears. He felt unsteady, still in a state of chaos and fragmentation, but the Lord of Man before him gave him a sense of great comfort.

He even sensed a forced return of reason and composure—perhaps the work of the Lord of Humanity.

Horus saw the face of the Lord of Death, twisted in rage, flash before him. Horus instinctively shivered, recalling the things he had done. The immense pain and despair almost made him faint instantly.

Horus realized that he would shatter completely in the next moment due to the immense guilt and inability to face it, but the Lord of Mankind maintained his soul state and prevented him from dissipating.

"Of course they won't forgive you,"

Nios said calmly,

"They will never even let you go."

【Then I—】

Tears streamed down Horus's face as he crawled forward, clutching Neos's cloak tightly in his hands.

Kill me, Father.

Horus Lupecal said, his voice trembling.

Countless words, countless self-blames, countless regrets, she couldn't face it, couldn't think deeply, and her hands tightly gripped the hem of his clothes.

Kill me.

Horus hissed and repeated, his broken soul overwhelmed, unable to even bear to recall what he had done, and asked for the peaceful rest of death.

Only death can cleanse one's sins.

Neos remained silent.

He then placed his hand on Horus's hand, and held his son's hand tightly. At that moment, Neos felt himself grow old.

For a moment, Neos even thought of Mortarion, or Hades.

At least the people from Barbarossa were absolutely determined to kill the traitor. They might feel pain and regret, but that would be after the scythe had fallen.

However, the Lord of Humanity sometimes hesitates when faced with this problem.

It was always the same when he faced the betrayal of Olpeson, of Erda, of Macardo… He banished them, but did not inflict destruction.

They couldn't bring up the topic. Perhaps Neos could force the issue to be brought up, but now was not the time.

There are other things too.

He hasn't become so incompetent and foolish simply because of longing.

Neos used the "skip" option skillfully and habitually, although he didn't really want to skip anything these days.

"You can't disappear now."

The Lord of Mankind said, a golden light shining in his deep brown eyes.

"Do one thing for me, for your brother, Horus."

He still held Horus's hand with one hand, while raising the other, and devout whispers rang in their ears. A white feather burning with golden flames appeared at the emperor's fingertip.

"Go and bring Saint Gilles back."

"Nios whispered, regret returning to his heart. Saint Gilles was another tragedy, yet another elegy he had forged himself."

“You will be the best choice; the conscience of Saint Gilles is waiting for you.”

Thank you so much, [Achibo], for being the leader of this alliance! Thank you for your concern, I am deeply grateful.

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And, resurrect, Little Lantern West!!!

I went back to bed and rested for a while, and also reread some books. I also kept up my daily walking routine. Now I feel better, and I'll continue updating!

I'll just post one chapter to get back into the flow. Hope you're all doing well! (_)

Chapter 709 They gradually walked back to where they were back then

"I feel a little uneasy."

Abaddon told the truth.

Before him, an eerie magic circle flickered, and a Chaos Space Marine in deep blue armor held his battle axe, crimson light dancing on the Egyptian-style decorations above his helmet.

"This is its characteristic."

The spellcaster, Kayan, said that his hand swung at an eerie speed. Abaddon didn't even see how Kayan threw out those tarot cards, but now those burning blood-red cards were floating and swirling around Kayan, making the atmosphere even more bizarre.

"Any war involving [it], or its cult of the underworld, makes us uneasy and hesitant; I call it the [hellish gaze]."

"But he wasn't really looking at us."

Abaddon said this with a blank expression, trying his best not to let his unease show.

Unfortunately,

Kayan channeled the psionic energy from the Blood Pool. He wasn't too averse to it, because when the Empire came to arrest the Thousand Sons who were away, it was an Alpha he knew who helped him escape.

"I'm not sure about that—its power is strange enough that, in the minds of some psionicists, once you touch its concept, you're already being watched."

"It is not that it is watching us, but that we are being watched because we are looking at it—in the propaganda of the Church of the Underworld, it is its mercy that makes it look back indiscriminately. How absurd! Shouldn't it be greed?"

"Wouldn't that mean he could find out about our plans?"

Abaddon chuckled. Cayan remained silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Relax—perhaps what's making you uneasy isn't it? Are you planning to visit Baal in person this time?"

Kayan's change of topic aroused Abaddon's suspicions, but he remained outwardly calm.

"It depends,"

He nodded.

"...I long to see him and the Lord of Death again. No, I don't intend to win, but my very existence has already revealed the flaws in their plans and ideologies. Even though I have long since despised my father, the flames of hatred from back then have never been extinguished."

"what ever,"

Kayan shrugged.

“I don’t plan to go, but if you go, I can go and take a look.”

Unfortunately, Abaddon had no idea who he would meet—otherwise he would never have gone.

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【Barr】

Are you ready?

Guilliman turned around, holding a torch. The platinum torch was engraved with countless angel statues, but the area near the source of the fire had turned black, and the angel statues had been blackened and transformed into vengeful ghosts.

They are now inside Baal's largest cathedral, where all irrelevant people have been cleared out by the World Eaters, Ultramarines, and Death Guards.

Now there are only a few giants standing here.

The towering statue of the Holy Emperor looked down upon them, holding a sword in both hands. It was as tall as a building dozens of stories high, and the shadow it cast made the other side of the cathedral as dark as night.

Hades could sense Waldo's disdain for the statue behind him. The Lord of the Imperial Guard always insisted on walking at the back of the procession, never participating in the discussions at the front, remaining silent like a machine.

Guilliman kept his eyes fixed on Mortarian and Hades behind him, knowing that these two were the key to saving Saint Gilles.

The flames blazed across Guilliman's face, casting the Regent's features in two contrasting colors: one dark and one light.

I've been looking forward to this day.

Motalian spoke calmly, his emotions unreadable, his hand casually resting on the vengeful pistol at his waist.

At this very moment, under Karas's command, the Death Guardians and Funeral Procession outside the cathedral are in action, using the blood of the angel Amit as a catalyst to create a magic circle that seals the entire cathedral.

If their next move goes wrong and Amit shows signs of going berserk, the entire magic circle will be activated immediately.

"You can leave anytime."

Hades said, glancing sideways at Waldo again. He seemed to sense Waldo's negative emotions; it seemed the Emperor's Guard was not very satisfied with them.

Hades decided to take precautions against the Lord of the Imperial Guard in the upcoming operations, in order to prevent him from suddenly launching an attack. The probability of such an act was extremely low, but he thought it was definitely not zero.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Guilliman nodded solemnly and then led them to the base behind the magnificent statue of the God-Emperor.

Guilliman bent down and began to tap.

After three minutes of irregular hammering, the statue of the God Emperor trembled, and a passage large enough for the hellhounds to enter opened.

【Walk. 】

Killieman said he went into the tunnel first, and Hades blinked and followed the group.

The tunnel continued to descend, and after five minutes of travel, Hades's vision suddenly widened, revealing a dark space that was nearly a hundred meters high and had no end in sight.

Countless defensive fortifications stand at varying heights within this underground kingdom-like cavern. On the dusty machines, warning lights still flash red, serving as the only source of light.

The Space Marines, their armor nearly faded, stood silently at their posts, their gazes fixed upon them.

Hades recognized the armor of the World Eater, the Ultramarines and the Imperial Fist, and even the Blood Angels' armor!

When they arrived, no one spoke. A hunched, hooded figure came over and stood in front of Killieman, who had already stopped, raising a flat instrument that looked like a command board.

Guilliman remained silent, and even the king's face seemed to darken in the gloomy dungeon.

Guilliman raised his hand, and a sharp psionic energy slashed a bloody mark on his cheek, the blood splattering onto his gauntlet. Seeing this, Robert pressed his blood-splattered hand onto the instrument.

It is a gene testing instrument.

Hades thought of it, and sure enough, after a five-second pause, a small and pleasant "beep" sounded.

At the same time, Hades heard the sound of countless heavy weapons safety doors being reinstalled.

The person who came to greet them bowed deeply to Killieman, revealing his sewn-up eyes.

"Welcome, you incompetent ruler."

Before the words were finished, the hunched figure vanished into the vast grayness as if it had disappeared.

Guilliman then began to walk again, and those in the darkness did not approach, but merely watched them go.

This is the first layer of defense.

Killieman's somewhat bitter voice rang out.

[The most formalistic layer—because we all knew this wouldn't stop him, but we did it anyway, to buy time for the people on the ground to evacuate, and at the same time to deter explorers from the outside.]

They harbor great ill will towards you.

"Motalian said quietly, as the tall, white, moth-like monster walked here, its white hair like tentacles probing the life hidden in the defensive works in the distance.

They were all victims of that incident.

Killieman said, still holding the torch high, and people left the area within the torchlight.

[Angron and I selected these people. The events of that year left deep scars on them—the lives of family and comrades, or simply a growing hatred for the Primarch.]

Having experienced fratricide and psychological trauma, they could no longer fight for the Empire, but they could still fight. Angron used some... psionic or psychological methods on them to intensify their hatred of the Primarch, enabling them to become absolute jailers.

Mortarian let out a cheerful sound.

This doesn't sound like you or Anglon, Guilliman.

We went through a period of chaos after that incident.

Guilliman answered calmly, his voice as fleeting as a pebble thrown into a night lake.