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

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Luo Jia disagreed. Didn't Magnus himself have an almost devout faith in psychic energy? He just hadn't realized it yet.

Having faith in the God-Emperor is clearly better than having faith in the Warp.

People should have faith, and faith in what is right; those who cherish truth will help it spread throughout the universe.

However... most of the Primarchs present knew that planets conquered by the Word Bearers were permitted to worship the God-Emperor, but once the Word Bearers had been gone long enough, the Empire would send people to indoctrinate them with Imperial Truth.

Of course, what they know now is an outdated version.

"Faith," the Khan said succinctly, "is the only thing humanity needs to believe in: the sword in their hands, the horse beneath their feet, and the vast plains where they can roam freely."

The Khan raised his wine cup, and Luo Jia clinked glasses with him. The Khan drank the wine and continued speaking.

You need to build yourself upon yourself, not upon anything else.

Luo Jia shook her head firmly but gently.

No, not everyone is as intelligent and perceptive as we are. People need someone to rely on, someone to guide them—otherwise, they will only crumble and disintegrate through self-destruction.

Let the idiots die.

All the Primarchs turned their heads sharply. The voice came from Mortarion, the Lord of Death abruptly interrupting with startling words.

You need to be more patient with humans, Mortarion.

Fugen sighed dramatically, and the angel, unusually, nodded in agreement with Fugen's assessment.

You're too pessimistic.

I think I've been optimistic enough.

"Motalian said sullenly, raising his hand,"

You can continue; I don't want to argue.

The Lord of Death remained sprawled out, silent. Luo Jia glanced hesitantly at Mortarian a few times, but ultimately chose to continue their previous conversation.

We are here to save humanity—not to destroy it, nor simply to become generals.

Luo Jia let out a soft breath.

Our mission is to save it; the God-King has bestowed this mission upon us.

He heard a harsh breathing sound coming from Mortalian's direction. Luo Jia ignored him; compared to Magnus's blunt words, Mortalian was merely having difficulty breathing.

I don't ask for your understanding, brothers. The holder of truth is always alone. You don't know the suffering I've endured.

The Khan casually took a sip of wine.

I also hope that he cares about his offspring, rather than bringing calamity upon them.

【No,】

Luo Jia turned her head and stared intently at the sweaty man.

Suffering, however, also signifies redemption.

[Chogoris only has eagles soaring high, not beings struggling in hardship; I cannot understand this.]

The Khan merely shifted his gaze indifferently and gently changed the subject.

Luo Jia paused. His brothers couldn't believe him. They respected his character as a brother, but they absolutely disagreed with his views.

To convince them, Luo Jia felt he needed to present some...other evidence.

I saw more.

Luo Jia spoke slowly,

He wasn't the only one.

I don't understand what you mean, brother.

I'm simply stating a fact.

Luo Jia said,

Our father, the God-Emperor, has his left and right arms, extensions of His faith.

Archangel Saint Gilles suddenly spoke,

[I think you're referring to someone like Waldo, the leader of the Imperial Guard?]

Luo Jia nodded, then shook her head.

I haven't seen his true form, so I can't draw any conclusions directly.

He paused for a moment,

I sensed the other side of the paper—dark and oppressive.

Motalian perked up his ears.

"That's definitely not psychic energy," Luo Jia said definitively. "No psychic would give off that kind of feeling."

That was death—death crashing against the soul like the tide.

Mortarian sat up, drawing the Primarchs' attention to him, but the Lord of Death said nothing, so Loka continued speaking.

I am convinced that he will be an extension of the God-Emperor's will, judging sinners with a black spear adorned with hellhounds—this is a religious symbol in itself. The matter is clear; truth is on my side.

Motarian stood up straight and strode directly towards Luojia. He spoke bluntly, emphasizing the end of his sentence.

Tell me everything you know, my brother.

【mine--】

Mortarian gritted his teeth.

When did the Commander become the Emperor's will?

Compared to the angels, Fugen was the first to stand up.

The elegant phoenix stood somewhat flustered between the two, spreading her arms to block them, mainly Mortarian.

I doubt Horus wanted this to happen today.

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Chapter 359 Who arrived first?

Foe had made thorough preparations for Horus's promotion to Warmaster.

Chemos's Phoenix naturally hoped that his close friend Manus would become the Warmaster—but that's a thing of the past. The current Manus doesn't seem to want to be the Warmaster, so as his close friend, Fugan understands and respects his choice.

He was also delighted to see Horus become the Warmaster; no one was more suitable than Horus. Horus was excellent enough, had a strong sense of the big picture, and maintained good relationships with most of the Primarchs (except for the Lion King, Coz, and Corax).

Phoenix carefully prepared a gift for the War Master, and also pondered countless evaluations and countermeasures regarding Horus becoming the War Master.

He knew, of course, that some Primarchs would not be happy about this, and as Horus's friend, Fugan would share Horus's worries.

After all, Phoenix thoughtfully thought that Horus, at the center of the event, would be under the greatest pressure than the onlookers who reacted in various ways—he was about to shoulder the weight of the empire.

Horus, on the other hand, liked to put pressure on himself. He was always worried that he wasn't doing enough and couldn't meet everyone's expectations, especially the Emperor's.

Horus was too responsible, but Fugen appreciated that, which is why he chose to take care of some of the gossip for Horus.

but……

The current situation is clearly not one of the scenarios in Fugen's many contingency plans.

Calm down, everyone, I mean calm down.

The silver-haired owner suddenly turned his head, his hair flying everywhere.

[Today is Horus's ascension day, what are you all doing?!]

Why did the topic veer away from Horus? And why did it cause conflict?!

But clearly, the slightly berserk phoenix was not enough to suppress the two freaks, and they both showed a certain contempt for the tall figure.

I just need an explanation.

Mortarian spoke calmly, but the eyes beneath his hood betrayed the burning passion within him.

Luo Jia's eyes were slightly open.

Do you know him? Do you know the being I described?

Of course I know him. I could pick his ashes out of the ash heap even if he were reduced to ashes.

"Motalian said impatiently,"

So why do you know him, Luojia?

Hey, isn't any of you listening to me?!

Phoenix cried out in a moment of irrationality, but as expected, no one paid him any attention.

The archangel swirled the wine in his glass, the crimson liquid shimmering, then silently drank it all.

Horus would not have wanted this to happen on this day, and Saint Gilles would not have allowed it to spoil his dear friend's mood.

Even if the angel could foresee what Mortarion and Loka's words would reveal—a topic that would interest him enough.

The Khan remained seated, casually watching as the archangel stood up and shook his wings.

I think Fugen is right.

The angel spoke succinctly, but everyone looked at him.

This is the day of Horus, Mortarion, Loka.

Mortarian stared intently at the angel, realizing that his tactics had gone wrong.

After a long while, Mortarion's figure swayed, and the Lord of Death took a small step back, his eyes gleaming.

I got impatient.

The Lord of Death spread his hands and sat down again, but this time, he sat next to Luo Jia.

Fugen sighed loudly with a mixture of relief and exaggeration, but in an instant he would feel depressed that his brilliance was not as great as Saint Gilles'.

Luo Jia blinked, puzzled. He didn't understand Mortalian's sudden malice—at the same time, Mortalian's words shocked him. Did his brother also know something?

The angel looked thoughtfully at Mortarion.

Mortarian reluctantly tugged at his hood, the fabric obscuring the gazes of his "brothers."

He opened his mouth, his hoarse voice like a venomous snake slicing across a tombstone.

Yes, today is Horus's Day; other topics are inappropriate.

Mortarian didn't look at anyone; he concealed himself in the shadows and poison gas.

Soon we won't be chanting in the Emperor's name anymore. Under the leadership of the Great Warmaster, I believe the Emperor will be able to peacefully retreat to his Terra.

Everyone's blood ran cold, and the angel's face looked like a cheap mask.

Fugen took an exaggerated breath, and just as Phoenix was about to ask Mortarian what he meant, Mortarian interrupted him mercilessly, as if he had just been trying to interrupt Mortarian.

Motalian spoke lightly, as if he enjoyed saying these words.

[Do you really think this is a good thing? None of us know why he suddenly went back. This isn't a game of vying for who's his favorite child—I don't think that conman has any interest in playing these games with us.]

Fugen's shout rang out at the same time as Luojia's roar—

Stop! Mortarian! Do you know what you're saying?!

You must not be disrespectful to God!

Mortarian spread his hands innocently, turning to look at the silent angel and the Khan; the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes proved that Mortarian was smiling.

The angel and the Khan, on the contrary, remained calm—or rather, this was a facade, because they felt that Mortarian's words at least had some merit.

The Khan did not trust the Empire, nor the Emperor; the Angel, too, was highly wary of the Emperor, always worried about his own legions.

Mortarian continued casually, "The indifferent Lord of Death feels no guilt whatsoever towards Horus."

Therefore, I don't think it's appropriate to talk about the Warlord today. At the very least, we should let Horus revel in the fact that he is the Emperor's good son and enjoy his immense, boundless power for a while.

The Khan took a sip of wine, then reached out and pulled Luo Jia, who had just stood up and roared, to sit down.

Luo Jia struggled for a moment, then finally sat down. He looked at Motalian in a low voice and said...