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

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Third, Hades' request for help was clearly a matter of Norz's volition.

【laugh.】

Killieman heard a sneer from the shadows. Corax turned around in surprise, only to find that Coz had already disappeared into the darkness. Raven immediately spread its wings, trying to catch the fugitive.

Killieman raised a hand, gesturing to Corax not to rush.

He vaguely saw shadows darting quickly through the ruins of Comoros, arriving in an instant at a position neither too close nor too far from Hades.

Kurtz emerged gracefully from the shadows, feeling good about the original form of the black velvet torn to shreds.

In the name of Safeguard, trust me this once, you disgusting guy!

Beside Koz, Sevita, whose face was extremely pale, was also pulled out of the darkness by the Primarch, just to vouch for his credibility.

Hades was taken aback for a moment. First, Mortarion had indeed done the Night Lord a favor. Second, even if Koz wanted to play a trick, Hades could immediately engulf him with the Dark Domain.

Finally, and most importantly, Hades sensed that Mortarion was extremely weak, and every bit of the Pale Lord's psionic energy was whistling away from Hades, the little skulls on his wings squeezing as far to the other side as possible.

Ok.

"Come and get it!"

Hades said, glancing worriedly at Death once more, before gently placing Mortarian on the ground and tearing open a spatial rift.

Guilliman's eyelids twitched. He saw a small spatial rift opening beside him and subtly moved away from it again.

With his hands outstretched, Hades stepped out from the spatial rift, while on the other side, the Lord of Midnight had already appeared beside Death.

Koz laughed mockingly without making any move. Instead, the silent Severta tried to lift the unconscious Mortarian—Karas rushed over, seemingly wanting to attack Koz as well.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Hades said casually, glancing at Killieman and Corax, who looked quite different from before; they appeared more composed and aloof.

He even saw their flashes in the warp; Guilliman's soul was brilliant and dazzling, somewhat similar to the Emperor's, but more regular; Corax, on the other hand, was more like a noisy mass of darkness, with eerie eyes casting down from the shadows.

【…】

【haven't seen you for a long time. 】

A moment later, Guilliman smiled, extended his hand to Hades, and shook hands.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

Hades said that he released his grip at the right time, knowing that the Primarchs were not feeling well.

Killieman shrugged easily.

It's just my duty.

He said that, as if remembering something, a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

But I sincerely thank you, Hardy... The Nirvana System is a great invention.

Hades wanted to say that nothing beats you—the truly great government processor in the galaxy is, and only is, Robert Guilliman.

But he held back.

Do you know what exactly happened?

Hades asked, and Guilliman shook his head.

Our destiny is to deal with the emperor and, as far as possible, collect the fragments of the gods after their deaths… The vast ocean tells me there is more than one layer to this story, but I am not its reader.

Hades stared at Karas, who was calling back Mortalian's soul in the distance, and felt annoyed.

He had a feeling that he had just hit more than one, but he wasn't sure.

"Go back and ask Old Huang."

Hades said with distress, but Killieman burst into a cough, and the shadows began to tremble.

That's what you call him?

“I’m not just going to call him that… I’m going to drag him down from his golden throne to work hard, to exploit him to death.”

Hades said somberly, his eyes darkening almost as if they were closing again.

Killieman stared at Hades, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Are you planning to go back to Terra first?

"Now we'll finish dealing with the post-war matters here—and then we'll go back to Terra."

Therefore, returning to Terra is not a pressing matter.

Killieman paused, swallowed hard, and thought of the mistake they had made together.

...Now he can finally make amends.

Suppressing extreme weakness and nausea,

[Pluto, would you be willing to go to Baal first?]

Killieman said he almost cried blood.

Hades turned to Guilliman in astonishment and uttered the two names that Guilliman regretted.

"Angron and Saint Gilles?!"

In the great silence, Guilliman slowly nodded.

I still feel sorry for what happened back then.

He smiled wryly and looked up at Mortalian, who was being called upon by Karas for help.

...Are all of Mortarion's offspring this cruel to him?

Conrad Coz, as always, laughed as he watched the other Primarchs suffer.

…………

In the subspace near the Comoros Net, the Emperor's faster-than-light fleet lay silently anchored, golden flames burning upon it.

The array of black stone towers resonated with a hum, capturing fragments of concepts that spewed from the gaps in the network.

Nirvana operates silently, without the slightest emotion.

……

Yesterday's reviewed episode received duplicate feedback for some reason, probably due to a system error. I wonder if anyone can contact customer service for a refund? Because there are so many requests, I can't process individual refunds... Ugh... I'll quickly write a free bonus chapter as compensation. What would you like to see?

I'm so sorry, it turned out to be red bean paste—it's probably because it failed the review process and there was a bug.

No more.

Chapter 696 Neos

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[He is seriously injured and has entered a state of suspended animation.]

The Khan rose and looked at the lion lying on the stone platform. After being injured by Koz in Comoros and falling into the scene of the Eldar Empire's destruction, the Lion King was impacted by the aftershocks of Slaanesh's psychic energy and thus fell into a state of suspended animation.

The lions they had previously been guarding... had already gone to the real arena.

The Khan heard Rus curse a few words in Fenris before switching back to High Gothic.

It's time to go back.

Ruth said their fleet was sailing in an endless darkness.

The game is over—the father has won.

Khan smiled.

It's time for me to go back and look at the faster-than-light, zero-inertia engine.

Inspired by the Khan, Russ also smiled, but a trace of sorrow remained in his smile.

Unfortunately, the lion cannot return yet.

He spoke in a low voice, and the Khan pondered for a moment.

He'll go back, Ruth. It's all over for him.

…………

Terra

Are you feeling better, my friend?

The Lord of Mankind calmly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and sat on the edge of the bed. They were currently in Macardo's bedroom in Terra, while Or was curiously wandering around Macardo's study.

The Emperor watched as Macado's eyelashes trembled, and then Macado slowly opened his eyes, large drops of cloudy tears rolling down his cheeks as he did so.

These are physiological tears—and certainly not tears of emotion, the Emperor believed.

"You should kill me."

Macardo let out a long sigh, but immediately asked the next question.

Where is the Ouroboros?

“I gave it to Euricane, but I think it is now shattered and scattered throughout the river of time.”

Makado stared at Neos with a complicated expression.

"Caliban."

The old man uttered the word and immediately looked even older.

"Yes, Caliban."

The Lord of Mankind spoke, his expression indifferent.

“That’s not your fault, Makado.”

"you do this delibrately."

Neos nodded, then shook his head again. The golden flames that once burned in his eyes were gone; only a river of sorrow flowed silently within them.

"Perhaps it is, perhaps it is not. There are things I cannot stop, and things I cannot change—sometimes, the shortcut is right here."

"Your downfall is partly my fault, Makado, do you understand?"

Macado remained silent, only taking deep breaths. He breathed deeply, unable to imagine, unable to comprehend—

"You chose Caliban."

"Yes, I have chosen Caliban—anchored by my loyal offspring, to mark the moment of the true death of the gods."

Nios said calmly,

"That's why your corrupted psionic fragments were taken back, Makado. It's a cycle, and Ouroboros cursed us as those who used it."

"According to the laws of the warp, you should have been resurrected in the year 5. The Primarch and I had enough time before that to stop your fall—but time was skipped."

"You already knew?"

"No, I only realized it the moment you woke up."

The Lord of Mankind spoke truthfully.

"I'm sorry, Makado."

Makado suddenly started coughing, a violent coughing fit that made him feel like he was coughing up his lungs.

“You have never apologized to any immortal before, Neos.”

Orl Persson’s plaintive voice came from the doorway. The Emperor turned around and saw Orl leaning against the door frame.

“If you point out my mistake, I can apologize to you, Or.”

Nios said,

"But so far, I haven't done anything wrong to you."

Orl's eyes widened, then he too coughed violently—or rather, burst into laughter.

"That's what you think!"

Or was out of breath.

"Forget it—I shouldn't have argued with you about this!"