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

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The emperor took a sip of coffee, not frowning at the inferior coffee beans—or perhaps they weren't coffee beans at all, but some kind of chemical synthesized by machinery.

"I'm trying to change."

He says,

"But I've found that this is still the most efficient way to step up and do something whenever I try to."

“I don’t want people to fight because of me; they should have their own reasons, so I give them their freedom.”

"And too much official business."

Or added quietly,

“No one can stand this, Neos.”

The Lord of Mankind fell silent, gripping the mug in both hands.

“I regret what happened to Makado.”

"Because you tell too little of the truth."

Orpheus spoke slowly and deliberately, as if remembering something, leaning forward slightly and staring at the Lord of Humanity.

"Cherish words like gold."

"Too much talk leads to mistakes."

The emperor said, raising his glass and taking another sip, "But perhaps I am wrong."

"Who made you feel that way?"

Or asked quietly,

"Makado?"

“No, no,” Neos denied. “It wasn’t him. I regret what I did about Macado, but I did the right thing—it was my former Warmaster.”

"I?"

Or said, then suddenly stood up, almost knocking the coffee on the table away.

"Horus Lupecal? Neos, you're a fucking cosmic bastard—I'll ask you one question: do you love him because he's Horus Lupecal, or because he's just your nominal son?"

Orl stared angrily at the Lord of Man in silence, which enraged his former Warmaster even more. Their betrayal had vanished with the collapse of the Tower of Babel, but this bastard still chose to torment him hundreds of thousands of years later.

"It does not matter."

The Lord of Mankind said, playfully raising the finger he was holding on the mug.

"Please allow me to recount the story of another venerable figure—Hades just happened to land on Barbaros, which happened to be Nurgle's swamp, thus avoiding being targeted by Tzeentch immediately."

“My fourteenth piece just happened to be there. Did Nurgle take a liking to my fourteenth piece and thus happen to protect another special soulless being, or did my fourteenth piece wander into Nurgle’s swamp? It doesn’t matter. What matters is that the game is now decided.”

Orl stared at Neos, then suddenly looked away, sighing and shaking his head repeatedly.

"Incomprehensible,"

He says,

"Then go find your moon, why are you looking for me?"

"Reminiscing about old times."

A smile spread across Neos's face.

“We’re about to win. The promise I made to you has finally come to an end. I did it, Orl.”

Ugh... you bastard.

Olperson cursed inwardly. That guy knew his charm all too well, so he didn't hesitate to use it. No one could resist a smiling, golden-glowing thing—

Or could only try to look away from the Lord of Humanity.

"Your biggest bet hasn't even started yet, Neos!"

He shouted,

"It's too risky, you really want to—"

“I will eradicate them completely.”

Neos suddenly stopped smiling, his face becoming unusually serious. He clenched one fist and gripped the table with the other.

"For ten thousand years, from the first moment I saw this world, I saw their malicious gaze upon humanity. I saw them singing and dancing beside the first murder. Human suffering will become their foundation—no, humanity should be a free race."

"But your stepping forward this time was only at the urging of another of your wise ministers."

Or said quietly,

"And what about that other respectable figure you mentioned? Before he appeared, did you really think humanity had ever found such an opportunity?"

"Therefore now is the perfect time to praise Hades."

Neos spread his hands, sincerely thanking the respectable person who had shared his work, working tirelessly and without complaint.

He doesn't even intend to thank his fourteenth son.

"Let me remind you,"

Or nodded.

"According to you, Hades appeared ten thousand years ago, but the last point in time was the birth of Slaanesh. Before he appeared, even though he now has the size of a false god, the complete awakening and death of a god is still more far-reaching than the impact he has had. The power of the eight-pointed star is no child's play."

"That's why I took action."

Nios said calmly, confident of victory, "This is the only chance to lure Him out."

Orl chuckled coldly twice.

"You even cooperated with alien races for this?"

Neos undeniably raised an eyebrow.

“I regret that there aren’t enough people among humanity who are good enough to manipulate fate and time, but that’s not a problem.”

"Aren't you afraid of being betrayed by other races?"

"will not."

The emperor said that their interests were intertwined deeply enough.

Even setting aside any consideration of self-interest, he knew about Tarachin's secret dealings with Hades, and Orikan happened to have intricate connections with Tarachin—

Neos once again marveled at Hades's skillful choice of friends, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Orl glanced deeply at the Emperor, his expression complex, as if he had returned to the days when they were still working together. Over the years, the immortals who once followed the Emperor had left one by one.

Of all the immortals, none could tolerate the personality and conduct of the Lord of Humanity.

He mourned for Makado and Hades, whom he had never met; it was a sorrow born of mutual sympathy. Or even felt as if he had returned to a support group for traumatized individuals on Earth.

Inside, madmen and lunatics sat in a circle, recounting their most tragic past traumas.

"You're an asshole."

Orl repeated, "One, bastard."

"I know."

Neos calmly agreed.

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

"what happened?"

Hades suddenly turned to look at Mortarion. Beside the strategy table, the Primarch spoke calmly.

I feel that the Lord of Mankind is rejecting me.

"what?!"

Hades's scrutinizing gaze instantly turned concerned.

"Should I call out 'Weasel' a few times to get revenge?"

【No,】

The Primarch raised his hand,

There's no need to needlessly drain his power now... I've already cursed him; after all this is over, I curse him so that his nose will turn red when he lies.

"???"

[My current abilities are insufficient to curse him to an immediate death.]

"???!"

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Chapter 685 Remembering Guilliman

Ascend to godhood.

Ascend to godhood.

Ascend to godhood, ascend to godhood, ascend to godhood.

Makado opened his eyes, and looked at Luther in front of him with a forced smile.

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

The old man's smile remained unchanged.

“I will not be as shameless as you, Magician Macado.”

Luther spoke calmly, wrinkles creeping up his forehead and his beard turning gray.

"I often dream about the day you lied to me."

"That's all in the past, isn't it?"

Macado opened his arms, the cloak hanging down his arms, unadorned, yet the fabric shimmered with a magnificent sheen.

"We are now sitting together to discuss matters concerning humanity and the Empire."

This is why he loves politics. Even with deep-seated hatred, political systems have to smile at each other in the face of common interests. Humans are extremely hypocritical creatures.

This is why Guilliman failed; his sincere heart could not be hidden even with a mask on.

Luther watched coldly, every muscle in his body screaming that he should draw his sword and slash at this hypocrite, this bastard who should be judged and hanged.

The seeds that Makado planted with his words have permanently torn apart the Caliban; the pain he caused still lingers, the lions continue to wander, and the First Legion has voluntarily become marginalized.

Even though Macardo is a complete buffoon in the face of the real Soul Eater, outside the court, the jesters wantonly manipulate the unsuspecting people.

"The First Legion will personally pull you off the throne, behead you, and display your head to the public, Emperor."

Luther whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, his amused smile deepening as he looked at Macado.

[Meeting started, please be quiet.]

The white mist quickly rose up in the room and solidified rapidly. The voice of the Pale Lord rang out from within it, and an even larger gaze swept over everyone from the mist before withdrawing its scrutinizing gaze with satisfaction.

Apart from Gregor, the commander of the Imperial Fist Legion who is still fighting against the Slaanesh forces in Vesere, all the forces participating in this expedition have arrived.

Imperial Navy Lord Admiral Udo, Astral Army Lord Commander Werro, Mechanicus Front Representative Kirkland, First Legion Dark Angel Representative Luther, and Magecrafter Makado.

The Death Guard is represented by Primarch Mortarion, while the Cult of the Underworld is represented by Hades—who is still on his way.

Compared to the others at the table, the two mortal representatives chosen by Hades during the Terra coup were clearly much more reserved, but seeing that they still dutifully completed their war mission, Mortarion decided not to make things difficult for them.

Mortarian activated the holographic projection to show everyone the ultimate goal of this war, which was also the reason why this battle was being waged with such fervor: the Comoros... Slaanesh.

This had already been emphasized repeatedly before. The Primarch explained the objectives of the third phase of the strategy again in a flat tone, and then announced the transfer order without asking for everyone's opinion.

The legions under Astral Army Lord Commander Werro that performed exceptionally well in the war will be temporarily placed under the command of the Underworld Cult, to which the Astral Army Lord Commander has no objection.

The remaining underperforming units will be deployed to the rear of the battle line to guard against potential defections and await further orders.

The navy's fleet also stood by in the rear with the legion—the naval commander's position was awkward, because both the legion and the Mechanicus had their own navies, and the Empire's regular army seemed out of place in the face of the legion and Mechanicus navies, which were either psionic or technologically advanced.

Fortunately, the two commanders showed no dissatisfaction. The Empire had sent too many old men to this campaign, and the two of them were clearly not qualified.

Centered around "The Valley of Laughter," this sector has a total of six large network entrances and exits that can reach Comoros within a day.