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

Chapter 634 82. Special Issue | Everyone’s Day

【Emperor】

The Lord of Mankind never sleeps.

The low-pitched voices of the crowd were heard, and the letters were like golden threads, wrapping around the figure on the throne, weaving a cloak and shaping shackles.

But he just said it was normal.

The day may have started with a visit from Hades. The emperor lowered his eyes and silently watched Pluto pretend to be vigorous, with legs and feet like the wind——

Ah.

He is still more skilled.

Hades left confidently. The Lord of Humanity closed his eyes again and threw out some of the messy beliefs he had accumulated in a day. Pluto lived in the palace and no longer needed his tokens.

Chaos Faith escaped, which made the Lord of Mankind feel weak, but he still held the hand on the Golden Throne calmly. His own light had long been dimmed as the Star Torch. The Emperor was nothing more than "decorating" himself with the light of the Star Torch. .

He rested for a while again, or was tortured for a while. There was no difference between the two, it was just normal.

The Lord of Mankind naturally ignored the Pale Lord, and by the way he felt the Blood God's gaze cast towards Terra for a moment, and the Emperor conveniently made Khorne's gaze burn.

Mortarion naturally ignored some of the strange consonances, which were far less severe than Karas' scolding.

The fox pretends to be the tiger's power.

【Koz】

The Lord of Mankind was silent for a moment. Death should not have snatched the Primarch's life from his hands in the first place - Dorn's soul could have returned to the Emperor instead of being trapped in his body.

He still kept his sixteenth son.

Fernus no longer paid attention to him, and the Lord of Nirvana continued to devote himself to the vast smoke-like data. Through calculations and decisions again and again, Fernus would grow again.

But this is enough to please the Lord of Mankind.

A trace of white mist showed through the gap, and the black coffin was closed, as if nothing had happened.

Though Chaos once obscured it, his faun.

【Mortarion】

He once again looked in vain at Malcador's position. The Lord of Mankind saw the burning alien galaxy. In his confused moment, the emperor took the opportunity to steal his throne and steal the heroic soul that originally belonged to him.

Conrad seemed to be burping drunkenly, blood spurting from his mouth, the Dark Eldar soaked in the Emperor's medicine was delicious enough.

The ending remains the same.

Bats... Although Malcador made the Lord of Mankind feel sad, he hoped that Malcador could educate bats well. In fact, he never regretted his original decision.

The Lord of Mankind felt sad, and the last friend also chose to go away... But it didn't matter, the Emperor looked at his own river... where the former moon was sleeping quietly.

The Primarchs' warp connections faded away.

Mortarion looked calmly at the simple drawings on the coffin wall.

The Blood Lord withdrew his gaze.

He was silent for a moment, waiting for his strength to stabilize. In the subspace, the eternal sun emitted light, shining on everyone, and the Emperor heard Feinus's greetings to him.

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+Good morning, my father, the first 24 hours were running normally. +
The former man of steel had long since transformed into something even more invisible and intangible. The emperor nodded slightly and said hello to his heir.

The ugly quilt in the black coffin was still the source of his suffering, and the original body's personal coffin must have been opened by someone, otherwise the words "Get up and work overtime, my good moth" would not have appeared on the top wall of his coffin. , with silly stick figures.

The lion is nowhere to be found, as if he has plunged into a deep forest; the breath of the phoenix has long since dissipated;... maybe it is time for Dorne to come; the eagle and the wolf fight in the chaotic river of trickery;
Dorne is still sleeping... To the Lord of Man's displeasure, Dorne is still enveloped by a faint green-skinned psychic energy... There is also Mortarion's mistake here... The Primarch simply refused to die. , but it did not bring new life...

Then Mortarion received a faint death wish from Karas, and the primarch automatically ignored it and raised his middle finger at the touch of the Lord of Mankind like a blind stick hitting his head.

Then the Emperor heard the howls of wolves in the Warp, and without hesitation, the Lord of Mankind bestowed his remaining power upon his fifth and sixth sons.

The Primarch was the first to receive death, the never-ending death. His senses immediately became full, and power climbed from the corners of the ends. He could not refuse them.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Mankind was grateful for the relief that was better than nothing, and he turned his attention to Magnus near the Gray Knight——

Guilliman, Mortarion and Corax rejected the Emperor's psychic call, with Mortarion giving him the finger.

Luojia is still sleeping, and Vulkan has his own mission in the webway... The unloved younger son is immersed in true and false lies. The lord of mankind feels a moment of emptiness, and is free from divinity. Behind the shackles, he would feel sad from time to time.

But apparently Dorn himself refuses to die... Never mind.

The Emperor once again tried to contact the other Primarchs psychically - something he did every day,

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The next one was the Archangel. The Emperor was silent for a moment. He carefully withdrew his spiritual summons. The similar spiritual powers of father and son are sometimes not a good thing... This was a special attack on him. Therefore, the Emperor also gave up. Angron.

This rare moment made the Pale Lord struggle for a moment. Finally, his sense of responsibility and great tenacity made him reach out his hand and slowly open the coffin a little.

The original body was silent for a moment. Even though there was something painful for him in this coffin, he still didn't want to leave here. This was an isolated island that could seal everything for him, and if he opened this black coffin, there would be endless dangers. Endless suffering begins.

He needed to make sure Magnus didn't do anything stupid...or maybe...he just wanted to see him.

For a moment, the Lord of Mankind might realize how endearing the Great Khan and the Wolf King were, and at least there would still be Primarchs who obeyed him... even if one of them might be reluctant.

The Crimson Primarch was still resting, unaware of the Lord of Humanity's gaze. Seeing that Magnus was fine, the Lord of Humanity withdrew his gaze.

A minute later, Hades arrived and knocked on the empty coffin three times.

[Which game is next——]

The original body collapsed on the luxurious sofa and scratched his messy hair. Around the original body, countless squirming Dark Eldar were making sounds, some panting, some screaming, they were enjoying themselves in the flesh and blood of their own race, one naked. The naked Dark Eldar stood up unsteadily and prophesied loudly.

The screams of the other slaves drowned out her words. The commanders of the conspiracy were still more measured. They would not really take the lives of the other slaves, but the same could not be said for the other minions.

The original body glanced at the arena outside the window. The newly captured Ark Eldar, Wild Eldar, and the Empire's army were fighting indiscriminately in the arena. The alien expedition launched by Malcador provided this sinful city with In order to obtain enough fresh slaves, the emperor deliberately set aside objects for capture and enjoyment for the Dark Eldar, and the Dark Eldar loved this miserably.

The Emperor even promised to make the Dark Eldar the true masters of the Eldar, so many Dark Eldar joined in the carnival of hunting their own kind.

Comoros was thrown into a state of revelry.

【it's the same! ] Koz roared loudly, [The - I don’t know how many criminal killings, let’s begin! start! Let your souls fall into pure sin! 】

Then accept the final judgment!

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【Fugen】

The original body has adapted well now.

He was now holding tea and talking to the Muggle boy opposite him. The green-skinned questions were still rough, but there were some details that revealed amazing wisdom.

This made Fulgrim even afraid to proceed rashly. The original body realized that the green skins of the Hades clan were somewhat atavistic, but the emperor obviously thought that this atavism was not something to be afraid of.

This is why He sent Fulgen - indifferent, ignored, unable to change anything.

"The Blood God gains strength from war and prefers close combat and glorious battles," said the Maggo boy. "Then we need to be cunning and fight as asymmetrically as possible, right?" Fulgan nodded, and the man opposite him said Mage boy showed a thoughtful expression.

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【Leon】

The lion raised his hand, and the raven crowed on his arm. The First Legion was still loyal, Luther was an excellent conspirator, and there was a slight smile on the face under the lion's hood. He was happy that the plan was going smoothly.

He raised his eyes, and the continuous rain of Commorragh fell on his face. Curze's circle was tightening. It was obvious that the emperor couldn't wait any longer. He needed to catch the lion before Commorragh was completely destroyed in order to get what he wanted. thing.

The emperor will never get his wish.

Swear loyalty and honor.

He was here, he was here, and the Emperor could not reverse the fact of His failure.

The raven's feathers disappeared, and the lion's face became stern again. He turned back to his sanctuary, almost complete, and the genes that had been tainted in Caliban would be restored again.

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【Guilliman】

[I will regroup my troops. 】

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【Makado? ￥#@￥%5Emperor】

conquer! plunder! aggression! ! !

You will never be able to endure the alien sleep! Their breathing and heartbeat are the biggest mockery to you!

destroy!

Kingdoms fell under your scepter, putting their kings on the guillotine and their people in pig collars! Use swords and guns to open their doors and plant your own flag on the virgin land - admit it! You are keen on this simple coloring game. Use the blood of your own chess pieces and your enemies to roughly paint them with your own colors one by one! You are the king, you are the tyrant, you are the dictator, you are above hundreds of millions of people - you are the emperor.

Wave your scepter and listen! The jewels on your scepter make a sweet sound, and the trophies shrunk from alien heads rattle around your waist. Standing on the land that belongs to you, hundreds of millions of beheaded kneeling corpses hand over their power to you.

You feel indescribable satisfaction, you were born for this - you were born to be a King, and without that presence you should have stood up to restore and save it all - but He failed, and it's not too late!
Extreme violence brings surrender, brings land, brings victory, brings power, and behold - the king can paint his own territory with color, and he will personally paint the background of the rejuvenation of the human race! Let chaos surrender and let hope last forever!
The real hero of the human race bows to you, and you feel happy, but that satisfaction is fleeting. You know what you need, you need all surrender, you cannot be satisfied with this, you will never stop.

People who are indecisive and look around will never agree with you!

The curtain of the physical world rustles, like a warning of danger before being torn apart. You feel that you are getting taller, becoming more turbulent, hazy, and more general. The dancing pale golden river flows into the distance, above which Vibrating with colorful lights that seem to be polluted, they immerse themselves in the foreign lands, hunt for their beliefs, and draw their blood.

At this moment, you have indeed forgotten too much sorrow.

One after another, one Eldar world after another fell.

Let those who are huddled in Terra and issue official documents amuse themselves!
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【Karas】

Undead Karas took a deep breath.

There was a deeply tired expression on his face, and Karas had already written the words "want to die" on his face, but Mortarion standing next to him refuted this request again.

Karas coughed twice. Ten thousand years of experience were enough to make him roll his eyes and give a middle finger to anyone. Even the original body could not make him respect him at all.

"I don't understand-"

Callas raised the end of his words in a strange voice,
"Why did you take me back to the Storm Star Territory in such a hurry? I hope you are not acting on a whim, otherwise I-" Karas showed a mocking expression, "-I still have to listen to you."

【…】

Death was silent for a moment, and Mortarion looked at Karas with hazy eyes and blinked.

Karas hoped the Primarch would be a little apologetic.

[I hope you will follow me to take a look at the Void Dragon. 】

The Primarch said, [I'm thinking... we might be able to hand the void dragon over to him... but maybe I should talk to him again...]

Mortarion was silent for a moment. He looked at Karas.

[How do Star Gods eat? 】

Karas was silent. For a moment, he thought he should shoot Mortarion in the face, but he held back.
"I do not know."

He said honestly, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

【…】

The primarch fell silent.

[A psyker goes to ask him how he eats? 】

They both fell silent at the same time.

Then, Karas sneered,
"So are you going to wait for him to say it himself? Or think of your own ideas - I don't think there's anything to worry about. Haven't you looked at his schedule? After the dark moon, he is ready to go digging in space with his appointed gravedigger sage. The grave of the Necron, I guarantee with my reputation, that idiot will definitely have an epiphany in front of the grave of the Necron."

The primarch looked silently at Karas;
[Why...why are you so sure? 】

Callas clapped his hands,

"Intuition and experience," he said calmly. "In the records of the Death Guard, didn't you find that every time he encountered the Necron, he would vaguely discover the less human part of himself?"

"That guy loves to be in the limelight," Karas said. "If he attacks an enemy on the physical side... he is bound to use the Star God part."

【……you're right. 】

Death said, and he brought up Karas, who deftly stayed in Death's hands like a pendant, and then the mist rose and they descended into the underground caves of Miint.

Death glanced at Karas, [So... you checked all his past itineraries? 】

"Boring and idle."

Karas ended this topic that made him want to vomit. He raised his eyes to look at the shining silver moving mazes. Karas' intuition saved him, and the psyker blinded him directly with psychic energy.

The maze in which the dragon is imprisoned is crazy and absurd. The rules no longer exist. There is no clear dividing line between straight lines and arcs. Angle and angle are biting each other, and everything becomes chaotic.

"Sometimes I really don't understand," he said, "How much time did you have to have nothing to do before you put all your effort into moving the Void Dragon here?"

"This is a necessary precaution," Death said, "Maybe I don't have to do this, but if it's not him who goes back... this is very necessary." 】

"I am not the Lord of Mankind, and I have never been as arrogant as him," Mortarion said, as he watched the movement of the living metal, "I try to avoid desperate measures, and I try not to completely trust others... …It’s painful, but it’s also necessary. 】

Karas laughed.

"Oh my god, is this what you call [not fully trusting others]?"

Mortarion was silent for a moment,
[You are different, I am sure of your loyalty. 】

"I'm unfaithful," Karas said. "Put me back and I'm going to die."

【turn down. 】

(End of this chapter)