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

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Some of them will return to the subspace, while others will be recaptured by other containers.

However, He was very incompatible with Slaanesh.

Raindrops, shimmering with a faint light, swept past Him, hanging upside down and dripping into the sky—but it was no use. Sometime later, perhaps out of greed, the Sea of ​​the Underworld had already turned upside down, sweeping away the souls and scattered spiritual energy in the sky.

Mortarian stretched out the hand that had once held Death's heart, its blood still lingering on it.

He reached out and probed into the body, which was now wide open in lust—

Take out that last core.

Perhaps there were more in the core, but most of the others were eaten by Hades.

With that thought in mind, Mortarian crushed the vibrant purple.

!!!

"General!"

The Lord of Mankind laughed heartily, threw down the cards in his hand, naturally stood up, put his arm around Or's shoulder, and shoved him as they disappeared into the night.

On the table scattered with playing cards, the snake, with its tail intertwined, finally completed its loop, lifeless.

Chapter 695 Afterwards

Robert Guilliman calmly gazed into the distance, where pure blackness was slowly collapsing, and he felt a kind of primal disgust.

Is that the power of Hades?

Guilliman gave a wry smile and shook his head in astonishment, as if a crown forged from sunlight and golden flames shone on his platinum-gold hair, making the Primarch look younger and more majestic.

Countless glittering fragments still hovered around him, awaiting the Primarch's favor, but Guilliman remained silent.

Considering Mortalian's advice to him, Killieman didn't think it was a good thing.

How are you feeling?

The shadows spoke; Corax's completely black pupils stared at Guilliman, awaiting his reply.

[As I expected.]

Killman nodded, glancing speechlessly at Corax, who was now completely unrestrained and roughly tearing off his ornaments beside him.

It seems that Coz has been waiting for them for a long time.

I thought you would try to leave, Conrad.

【leave?】

With a strange snarl, Coz used his long, sharp fingernails to tear apart the long necklace, scattering the pearls that were strung on it.

[That great and controlling Hades is trying to connect the entire galaxy; where can I possibly hide?]

Koz winked mischievously; having served under Macado, he knew of Nirvana's corrosive influence on the empire...

First, by leveraging the Mechanicus, once a systematic information transmission system is established, the next step should be to "incidentally" establish a regulatory system.

Even if Hades didn't want to do it, Neos wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

Furthermore, Coz tore open the gleaming gold bracelet, the gold squeaking and twisting in his palm.

Damn it... Sevita.

The Primarch was willing to continue wandering, but perhaps his progeny, who insisted on following him, should not continue down this path. Koz was a scoundrel, but Sevita was not.

In the years since he left, Saidu has become the de facto ruler of the Assassin's Court!

This is much better than Conrad.

Koz grinned. The Lord of Midnight had driven them away a thousand times, but the Sons of Midnight seemed determined to fall with him.

Korax, standing next to him, turned his head and glanced at Koz, who was half-squatting and spinning on the ground after throwing away the jewelry, with a complicated look in his eyes.

If the Primarch is willing to hide, no one will find him unless he himself is unwilling... Conrad, why don't you want to continue wandering?

He could probably guess why, but Corax remained silent, simply continuing to keep watch over Koz.

Guilliman withdrew his gaze, which was burning with golden flames.

[I hope this is what you truly think, Conrad Coates.]

Because of the fierce battle that just took place, the Comoros are now collapsing. They are now standing at the junction of the largest net and the Comoros, waiting for their old friends.

Guilliman brought an overwhelming number of Ultramarines, who, along with other armies, were clearing out the remaining remnants in the Web Path. Just moments ago, many Eldar and demons had fled into the Web Path right under the gods' feet.

The Mechanics recklessly rushed into the collapsing Comoros, searching for treasure amidst the quicksand city. Out of a promise to Belisarius Caul, Guilliman allowed the Mechanics' audacity.

Although Belisarius suggested that the Mechanicus, who had accompanied the Death Guard, should not be allowed to enter, it seems that this suggestion has been tacitly ignored by everyone.

A soft crackling sound arose, like a campfire burning in the dead of night.

?

As if sensing something, the Primarchs turned around and saw Neos with a calm expression, and behind him a mortal who looked speechless.

The emperor wore a shirt with rolled-up sleeves, brown linen trousers fastened with a belt, and black leather shoes, looking like someone who had just come from a casino.

Lord of Humanity. *2

Guilliman and Corax immediately knelt down to pay their respects, while Coz reluctantly stood beside Corax and disappeared into the darkness.

The Emperor paid no attention to these things and waved for the Primarchs to rise.

Guilliman rose, his expression complex, which dimmed the crown on his head, but Guilliman was not discouraged.

When the emperor was defeated and a god fell, the one on the golden throne finally chose to step down.

Robert opened his mouth slightly. He had so much to say and so many questions to ask: Why couldn't the Lord of Humanity help them earlier? Why did he only come now? What was his reason?

But he ultimately asked nothing; Killieman knew he wouldn't get an answer.

Perhaps asking Hades or even Mortalian would yield a more accurate and reliable answer.

Corax remained silent, having merely observed the emperor with indifference.

"Come see you."

In the midst of an awkward silence, Neos spoke without any hesitation.

“If things go well, I have nothing to say—I’m just here to take him back.”

"Give me a hand, Orl."

Nios said, casually extending one hand, golden flames and storms shimmering between his fingers, his long hair flying wildly.

The shattered golden fragments and divine authority began to converge, and Guilliman reluctantly saw that familiar, hateful figure.

Neos carried his unconscious best friend on his back. Orl's eyes twitched, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help the Emperor support Macado.

Killieman's mood grew even heavier.

Why did you...?

The accusations against the original remained stuck in his throat.

"Because I am not omniscient or omnipotent."

Neos said casually, turning to leave.

"But I am glad to see my offspring, you have made up for my shortcomings."

Ten thousand years ago, Guilliman would have felt immense glory and honor because of these words, but now he is not moved by them. These words came too late, and he has become more profound because of the myriad aspects of human life.

No words could move him anymore, no matter who said them.

However, Koz, hidden in the shadows, stubbornly let out an almost inaudible cold laugh.

Seeing that the Primarchs did not react, Neostos stopped and turned to look at Guilliman.

"Perhaps I can give you a surprise, my child."

Guilliman wanted to say he didn't need it, but from the perspective of a monarch and his subject, he shouldn't refuse.

Thank you for your kindness.

He bowed his head, then carried Macado, and the unassuming Neos and Or disappeared into the net.

The old geezer is finally gone.

Koz chuckled twice, becoming even more unrestrained, and reached out to pick at the shredded Elven meat between his teeth.

How much longer do we have to wait?

Koz asked, curious about where the lion had gone, but now it seemed the lion was just the most insignificant one, just like him.

The Lord of Midnight has long recognized his position; he should not enjoy any rights, nor should he bear any obligations or responsibilities. He will mess everything up—because he wants to.

As if in response to Koz's words, the central black hole suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light from its edge, then collapsed into a tiny point in an instant—

In an instant, in the vast sky, the giant suddenly loosened the threads of fate.

Killieman's pupils constricted sharply.

Lord Macurag finally saw his brother, who had once guided him in psychic arts; his bones were dull and lifeless, as if they had just been dug out of an old tomb.

Mortarian fell unconscious. Within the psionic vision, Guilliman saw the Pale Lord's psionic energy expand several times over, mostly from the infusion of warp energy and the filling of authority.

But another part looks as if it was violently bitten off; this part of the power was forcibly torn off to prevent it from merging with the Pale Lord.

From a physical perspective, Mortarion is now hanging his head, his hood and tattered wings drooping like a rag.

One of his hands was held down, barely preventing death from falling to the ground.

So the other one is—

Killieman shifted his gaze, certain that he had instinctively taken a half-step back.

As if emerging from a drenched sea of ​​darkness, exaggerated black droplets slowly trickled down, step by step, until a blurry human figure finally appeared amidst the black water.

His black helmet and boots moved across the earth with lightning speed. The shattered planks beneath his feet automatically closed to form solid ground, and ghostly water poured down, revealing pale hair and a face—

A bizarre, bright white blindfold blocked his eyes, sharp spikes snarling as they pierced out, and bright white liquid dripped down from the blindfold, leaving tear stains on the lower half.

That's Hades.

As if sensing something, Hades looked toward the exit of the net tunnel where Guilliman and the others were, and tried to change direction.

"Om Messiah above!!!"

Hades stomped on the earth, and the collapsing Comoros was brought together by his great power. During this time, the Mechanicus sages who were exploring at the cost of their lives went almost mad, shouting his name.

Instead of stopping to pay their respects, they began searching even more frantically.

Guilliman stared blankly at Hades. From a psionic perspective, the Son of Vengeance was utterly astonished, powerlessness, and subconscious disgust began to overwhelm his reason.

It turned out to be like this...

"and many more--!"

The Primarchs all shuddered as they watched Hades let out a howl.

"Can I pick them now?! Can I pick them now?!?!"

His other hand rested on the energy body's eye mask as he called out anxiously. Guilliman was unsure, but just as he hesitated, another cursing shout answered before anyone else could.

"Take it!! You want to run us all over?!"

Karas, who was staying in the Comoros with Kirkland, cursed angrily, but instead of going forward to greet the two Death Guards, he retreated and moved as far away from Hades as possible.

"Then I'll pick it—!"

Hades shouted, quickly removing his blindfold. His senses, which had been clouded, immediately cleared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, he realized just how badly Mortarion was injured; the Primarch was unconscious, and the body remaining in the real world was on the verge of breaking apart.

"Old Mo—Old Mo!!!"

Hades let out a sharp, explosive sound, instinctively wanting to throw Mortarion further away—because his Dark Aura would actually inhibit the Primarch's self-healing.

But he stopped abruptly, seemingly thinking that this was wrong.

Hades immediately looked at Karas with pleading eyes, but Karas's expression seemed to say,

First, he would never get too close to Hades.

Second, he couldn't move an entire original body either.