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

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Magnus's voice trembled.

[Am I me... or not me? Who am I?]

He raised his hand, his vision blurred, and looked at it.

[I helped a psychic, only to be betrayed and imprisoned for a thousand years? No, I traveled alone for a thousand years, enlightening the foolish, teaching without discrimination, only to be betrayed by a foreign race?]

Without wind, chaos erupted; the Primarch's long hair flew wildly, and immense spiritual pressure emanated from beneath Magnus. Accompanied by the unstable Primarch, the warp tilted down, and frost instantly began to spread from the ceiling.

Did I... betray them?

In this situation, the Grey Knight Grandmasters standing beside the altar drew their swords without hesitation, causing the room to tremble even more violently.

"You... betrayed me too?"

Magnus slowly raised his head, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, reflecting the storm of Fenris that year.

I did not betray you.

The crimson giant said, slowly raising his hand, a flash of psionic energy gathering between his fingers.

"No, they were just doing their job."

A calm yet unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out in the room, breaking the tense atmosphere. Everyone was startled and looked at the calm figure in the room.

Neos stood with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged.

“It’s been a long time, my fifteenth son, Magnus. I’m so glad to see you again.”

The Lord of Humanity continued, disregarding the possibility of damaging the altar, and directly entered the rune array.

“I understand how you feel. The warp amplifies the pain and negative emotions in your heart, but I think you can overcome it, Magnus.”

Primarchs are often more emotional, a trait granted to them by the warp. Sudden madness, sudden reminiscences, sudden self-destruction—these are all common occurrences for psykers.

Don't try to understand psykers who are on the verge of madness; they lack the wonderful ability of logic.

Not to mention the Magnus fragments, whose personalities are already incomplete. The Magnus fragments' own logic is not necessarily consistent, and their memories are also fragmented.

Soul fragments can't react completely, so it's better that they're more forgetful.

Magnus is only currently confused due to violent subspace fluctuations; he'll be fine in a moment.

Neos thought.

But since Mortarian had entrusted him with this task, he decided to come and see for himself.

Neos lowered his eyes, recalling the anger and sorrow of that year.

He was not a sentimental person. Neos was more obtuse than a normal human being in every way. From the grand perspective of time and space, everything else was too insignificant.

He didn't think that holding the golden throne for ten thousand years was anything worth mentioning, and naturally he didn't think that anything else was worth praising.

Every single second, people are praying; some do so silently, some with earth-shattering gestures, some are in unbearable pain, and some remain indifferent.

The Lord of Mankind has witnessed far too much human joy and sorrow; in the midst of true suffering and clamor, the Primarchs' pain may not even be considered significant.

Furthermore, He created them to shelter them from the wind and rain, to shoulder human suffering, and to save humanity—not to bring them into the world to enjoy pleasure.

However... every bit of pain has its own weight, and Neos did not despise it; he simply treated everyone equally.

However, they are too busy taking care of themselves.

The psychic light emanating from the center of the altar shone on Neos's face, his black hair flying wildly. Neos walked over and knelt down beside Magnus, supporting himself with one hand on the ground.

A burst of golden light!

The altar, which had been radiating psionic light, immediately lost its luster, and a violent storm arose. Neos remained calm as he crouched beside the red-skinned giant.

The chaotic subspace waves immediately calmed down, and the ceremony ended.

Neos stood up, but almost stumbled, though no one else noticed.

The emperor clapped his hands, his expression remaining calm and composed.

He knew why the ritual had almost failed: Mortarian's wariness was justified; the larger Magnus fragment was too humble, preventing him from effectively leading the ritual.

...novel failure points.

Neos wondered, if it were the progenitor he knew, would he be humble and self-conscious? No, Magnus wouldn't be that kind of Primarch.

This is an angle that no one else has considered; everyone believes that Magnus is the same Red King from back then.

But perhaps deep within Magnus's soul, there is still a part of him who fearfully believes he is a Scarlet Sinner.

You should rest.

Nios said he didn't expect Magnus to handle official business; any Primarch could be involved in politics, but not Magnus.

Ten thousand years ago, the usurper still harbored resentment. Magnus should not be moved rashly, as doing so could implicate the usurper.

The decision to leave him to leisure was accepted, and clearly no one objected to Magnus's arrangement.

"You did enough back then,"

Neos said he still felt a bit weak and that he was no match for Makado right now—how long had it been since he felt this way?

"The Empire will not mistreat its heroes—Magnus, I am proud of you."

Magnus kept his head bowed deeply, his red hair rising and falling with each breath.

I was just trying to make amends for my mistake.

"The Primarch said hoarsely,"

So... you accept me, Father?

The Lord of Humanity nodded.

I consider you my pride.

This statement is sincere, but it may become a lie at some point, but for now it is true.

Magnus gave a wry smile.

But I'm a coward right now; I'm not the "him" you're talking about.

"You are,"

Neos received,

"People grow and mature; you've just come to understand some things."

Magnus fell silent again. Neos knew he was caught up in a new round of self-reflection, perhaps Mortarion had grown up in the same way, and he was gratified by that.

But he still wouldn't let Magnus handle official business.

Magnus suddenly gave a bitter smile; his expression shifted, a mixture of laughter and tears.

So what should I do now, Father?

"have a good rest,"

Nios said,

"Educate your offspring well, so that the tragedy will not be repeated."

I will.

Magnus said heavily, his confused mind gradually clearing... His father had approved of him... The Lord of Mankind had approved of him—

Magnus shuddered violently.

What are you doing here?!

The Lord of Humanity's expression shifted almost imperceptibly, and with those words, all the praise he had prepared was rendered useless.

But he remained calm in his tone.

"I wanted to help you complete your soul fusion, but I'm too late."

Thank you, Father—but…

Magnus hesitated, while Neos gestured for silence.

"This is my avatar. I'm out here secretly to do my job. Don't tell anyone else—only you know this."

Only he knows?!

Magnus felt a surge of excitement; this proved that the Emperor trusted and approved of him. The Primarch immediately nodded solemnly and vowed never to tell anyone.

So... what are you planning to do next? Do you need my and the Grey Knight's help?

"No need, you only need to teach your offspring."

The emperor said he was getting up to leave.

"I cannot stay any longer,"

He looked at Magnus, his dark brown eyes gleaming with golden light.

"But I want to emphasize, well done, Magnus, I'm proud of you."

Neo paused for a moment, then repeated himself earnestly.

“I am proud of you, Magnus.”

He was referring to Magnus's actions ten thousand years ago. Magnus nodded, but inappropriately recalled the fact that he had taught the Greenskins and other races.

Once this is revealed, Neos will definitely take back what he just said.

Magnus felt a chill run down his spine.

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

【Just now】

I know what you're going to do.

The Pale Lord stared intently at Neos.

[The first son to return...the half-moon...Horus, isn't that right?]

Neos, undeniably, continued to smugly skip over the topic, pretending not to hear.

If you're really bored...

Motalian said through gritted teeth,

Then go and bring the others back—I mean those who can come back and work immediately, not your Lupecal.

“The lion is still in Comoros, he has his own plans; the phoenix and the bat are bound by Macado, the wolf and the eagle have been fighting, and the stubborn rock… are you going to wake him up now? My advice is no, he is dreaming now.”

"The Sons of Vengeance and the Raven are the hidden swords against the Emperor. Unfortunately, only the Sons of Vengeance know the location of the Archangel and the Gladiator. Due to my psychic abilities, I cannot get close to them. The dragon is also fighting, and the followers are too badly injured... The Gemini? Their stars are still shining in the realm of chaos—but I think things are not as simple as the astrology suggests."

Neos remained calm and composed, he spread his hands.

"I have been fighting, but unfortunately you do not recognize me."

"The God of Lust is about to return... You should prepare for battle, my fourteenth son. Remember to bring Hades with you."

What about the emperor?

Mortarian suddenly asked,

"Trust your brother,"

Nios said,

“He’s already fallen once, I don’t think he’ll make the same mistake again.”

“You should forgive them,”

The Lord of Mankind said,

"Motalian, you made many mistakes back then, didn't you?"

No one is infallible, and neither am I.

Neos thought of his old friends, wondering if they were doing well now.

They should come back to see the Empire and maybe work there, but he won't provide any of them with social security or health insurance.

Neos pondered to himself, "Pluto has built all of this up very well, and Neos, who uses the psionic Nirvana system, is a genius."

[Except for Hades.]

"..."