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

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Go to the Vengeful Spirit, and then what?

+You acquire Slaanesh's power, then pray to the deceased.

A heavy breathing sound followed by a labored attempt to speak.

【Then what? 】

Luo Jia's floating head calmly turned to look at Fu Gen.

Your task is now complete.

Fugen was taken aback, then laughed self-deprecatingly.

I was just bait...it doesn't matter...

Fugen took a deep breath.

[How is Horus, the Soul of Vengeance, doing?]

They betrayed me.

Fugen blinked. A few sparks of light appeared in the thick, cumulonimbus clouds. [Not surprising.]

Not surprising...

Fu Gen seemed to have thought of something else, and spoke to Luo Jia, who was looking for directions.

After I complete my mission, will you be able to kill me?

+Macado is okay. +

【it is good. 】

Phoenix pursed her lips, and finally said stiffly, "At least I'll still have some value in the end."

Fugen's words silenced Luo Jia, who was on her way. Finally, Luo Jia said, "The Divine Emperor will protect loyal souls."

Fugen chuckled mockingly. [Your God-Emperor.]

Phoenix wiped her face without any regard for appearances. The distant buzzing grew clearer. Whose legion was coming to fetch them? The Word Bearers? Or the remaining Iron Hands?

With Horus fallen, how would they reach the Soul of Vengeance? By assault? Fugen didn't believe the Word Bearers' fleet could break through the Warmaster's defenses—in fact, the Word Bearers' naval battles were among the worst.

The tiny dots finally emerged from the thick cumulus clouds and descended, the gray, sticky wisps of cloud clinging to the sterns of the shuttles, stretching out long strands in the air as they landed.

Fugen's pupils dilated, and his eyes reflected the single eye that was staring at him.

[—The son of Horus?!]

Fugen exclaimed in astonishment, "Horus didn't betray us?!"

Luo Jia simply walked resolutely in that direction.

+A brief alliance, +The Primarch says, +The current enemy is Slaanesh…even though He has been in a brief slumber. +

Fugen was breathing heavily; his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, finally managing to squeeze out only a few words.

"I don't understand..." Phoenix said softly, "...I don't understand...I can't tell..."

Luo Jia, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped. Fu Gen almost bumped into him. Luo Jia turned around and firmly grasped Fu Gen's hand.

+As long as you firmly believe in Him, you will be able to see the path in this world clearly.

Fugen shook off Luojia, his lips twitching. "I am loyal to humanity."

Luo Jia ignored Fu Gen's cold face and continued to lead the way. Ahead, the ships of the Son of Horus were already parked.

Things are never complicated; all beings share a single goal: to bring the deceased back.

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Unexpectedly, yet predictably, it was Izekel Abaddon who came to receive Fugen and Luojia.

Abaddon spotted Fugan first, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, but he concealed it well.

Then Abaddon saw Luo Jia.

This time, he could no longer hide his terror.

Fortunately, Luo Jia won't be angry with him now because of this.

"Good day, sirs."

Abaddon said he respectfully welcomed the two disheveled Primarchs as they boarded the plane.

Inside the Sons of Horus shuttle, Fuggen sank into a velvet sofa, the scent of incense wafting to his nose. He gave a bitter smile and looked at Abaddon.

How is my brother?

“My father is in good condition.”

Abaddon spoke without blinking, but Fugen could clearly sense the tension in the son of Horus.

Is he still willing to believe in our Father?

Abaddon's gaze shifted to Luo Jia, his eye twitching slightly. He had thought that Mortarion was already the limit of human imagination.

"We are not the ones who betrayed the Lord of Humanity."

Abaddon said seriously,

"Forgive my bluntness, sir, to declare oneself emperor, to overthrow the truth, and to establish a religion—these are not the actions of the son of Horus."

Abaddon's gaze towards Luo Jia held an indescribable glint.

"But you're wrong," Luo Jia said calmly. "Didn't you also reach out to the existence of the subspace?"

Abaddon raised his head slightly. "We need new allies, new power, to navigate the warp turbulence," he said with difficulty, "not to become..."

His gaze fell on Luo Jia and Fu Gen.

+ Ignorance. +

Luo Jia said that Abaddon took a step back.

"Please forgive my rudeness, sir."

The son of Horus stepped back and left the guest quarters in the darkness.

Fugan stared at the door Abaddon had left through. There were others in the reception room where they were, including the sons of Horus with guns, but the two Primarchs completely ignored them.

They thought they were right.

Fugen muttered to himself,

+They lacked proper religious guidance. +Luojia wiped away the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"No..." Fugen said, "Sometimes I wonder... does right and wrong really exist?"

"Right and wrong no longer exist," Corax said.

You should rest for a while before saying that.

Saint Gilles said that the archangel, with a smile, pulled Corax from the wreckage of the crashed shuttle.

The Lord of Ravens looked exhausted and dazed, but the only constant was the overwhelming sense of despair that enveloped him.

"You've had a long journey," said Saint Gilles, his face radiating divinity as he smiled faintly. "You came from over there?"

"Over there?" Corax said, then realized, "Yes, I came from Cygnus."

The angel blinked. "This is good news."

【how? 】

[You're the first one to come from over there—will reinforcements arrive?]

Kolac took a deep breath, a chill running down his spine as he remembered the damned emperor's words.

No, he seemed to have done something wrong; he wanted you to reinforce Kadia.

The angel's smile remained unchanged, just like a mask.

"Oh," said Saint Gilles calmly, "that's a real shame."

Behind Corax, the curses of the Emperor's Sons crawling out of the ruins rang out, making the Primarch even more embarrassed, while Saint Gilles simply continued to stare at him calmly.

How's the situation on your end?

Corax asked,

[Very bad.]

Saint Gilles said, "The situation worsened a month ago—I'm not entirely sure, time is a bit chaotic here, the prayers of the God-Emperor are no longer answered, and the demons have begun suicide attacks."

The Lion was wounded in a battle, and Conrad and his legions were unfit for offensive operations; we had to begin defense.

But… the angel looked up at the sky above Baal, at the magnificent sunset.

I imagine you saw those lost planets along the way.

Koraks pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Sounds like things are just as messed up over here."

The angel's eyes widened slightly, and then he laughed, this time it seemed like he was genuinely laughing.

Corax was silent for a moment,

"Wait," the Primarch asked, "you no longer pray to the Emperor, so where does your faith lie now?"

The deceased?

The archangel looked at Corax and said,

【I. 】

Koraks felt himself drenched in sweat.

Yes. Code

Chapter 514 The Peaceful Macado

The shuttle carrying the two Primarchs came to a stop at its designated parking spot. The blue flames in the engine went out, and Abaddon disembarked first, guiding the two Primarchs onto the deck of the Vengeful Spirits.

There were few people on the deck of the Vengeance Soul; apart from the necessary crew, there was nothing else to be seen, making it quite desolate.

Fugen looked up at the fleet of the Sons of Horus in the void, the giant ships drifting above the equatorial trajectory of Kadia, arranged in a regular pattern.

It doesn't seem like a formation to prevent the fleet from being attacked.

A loud humming sound arose, and Fugen turned his head to see that another shuttle had also stopped at the parking spot next to their shuttle.

Tumbling mist drifted out from the slowly opening hatch of the shuttle, eerie purple light mingling with golden flames flickering amidst the white fog, and a figure wielding a scepter stepped down the stairs—

Makado?!

Fugen recalled the Emperor's words and wanted to rush over to find out what was going on, but Luojia in front of him stopped him. The head of the Word Bearer floated quietly, as if to say, "Don't be impatient."

As soon as the old man appeared, the sons of Horus beside Fugen all raised their guns in a wary manner.

Macardo coughed and tapped his scepter.

An oppressive aura descended!

Aside from the inhuman Primarch, almost everyone felt the oppressive aura—a heavy, imposing presence.

Behind Luo Jia, Fu Gen's hand trembled slightly as he stared at the purple flames stained with Makado's scepter. He probably knew what it was.

Malcador?

The old man removed his hood, and was no longer wearing the plain cloak. Macado was dressed in a white robe with gold thread, and jewels sparkled in it.

This uncrowned king is now just missing a crown.

Fugen swallowed hard, remembering the Emperor's last words: if he wished to rest in peace, he should go to Macardo.

But the question is, what happened to Makado now? Why did he become like that?

Also, why was he alone on the Vengeance Soul?

Makado looked up, and the old man's sharp gaze swept over Fugen and Luojia. Unexpectedly, he said nothing, but when he caught sight of Luojia, he turned his head away disdainfully.

Luo Jia did not respond to this.

Abaddon stiffly led them away.

"We shouldn't waste time." Luo Jia's light and cheerful voice rang out, "Let me go see my brother Horus."