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

Chapter 693 141. Bastard Neos

Just that moment——

Death sat in a position that did not belong to him.

This is not a pleasant experience.

Where ashes were flying, the white vision penetrated the endless rolling waves. The mortal world was small and ridiculous, and ants were living and breeding underfoot. Long and noisy shadows meandered up from the complexity, and the god of death suddenly realized that it was time.

He felt an indescribable sensation, and at this moment, his world was elevated again - a sensation far more absurd than being plunged into the warp impacted his soul, bloating and piling up into a tower in an instant.

He tried to look at himself, but saw a ridiculous existence. Kaleidoscope-like light patterns were noisy beside His scythe, crying for the departure of the Lord of Greed among them.

? !
Death then realized the abundance of his senses: on the throne of power in the dark room, there was a god seated or half-seated, 9, 8, 7, 6…5.

Five - where the golden flames are burning.

Mortarion's eyes suddenly widened.

+Relax, my child.+
Mortarion gasped violently, and the Primarch suddenly found himself sitting at a table. The golden table and carvings stung his eyes.

One moment, Mortarion was swinging his scythe at Slaanesh, and the next - he experienced something unspeakable, but before his soul came back to its senses, Mortarion's eyes could see again.

The Primarch no longer cared about disdain for the golden table. He gasped for breath, as if he was breathing the last breath of a dying man.

What on earth had he just experienced?
"I think I should compliment you, my child."

The Lord of Mankind wore a crown and a cloak woven with golden flames. He was so thoughtful as to bring Mortarion a cup of coffee - this would have been unimaginable before.

The Emperor sat down opposite Mortarion, patiently waiting for the Primarch to buffer and digest himself.

"I never thought you would make it this far, but you did, ■■■■■."

Breathe… take a deep breath…

[My name is Mortarion.]

Mortarion gasped.

【This is my name—I accept no other.】

The Emperor spread out his hands, looking a little helpless. He had given each Primarch a name, but unfortunately the planet they landed on later renamed them.

【And why are you here, here. 】

Mortarion emphasized the last High Gothic word,
[The fifth seat is occupied by you, the Lord of Mankind, not Malcador.]

The Emperor made a more innocent expression, as if he was hurt by Mortarion's words.

“It was me.”

The Lord of Mankind smiled bitterly, with golden flames burning in his eyes.

"Sanguinius, Malcador... they are all attempt to occupy my psychic power, just like you, Mortarion - the god of death who occupies the [Four]."

"So... how does it feel to [Infiltrate the Wasteland]?"

【…】

It felt bad, very bad, far worse than any suffering and emotion Mortarion had ever endured before. At the moment of ascension, he felt only destruction - his scythe screamed to kill all living things.

"I helped you delay your perception, so you can still keep your sanity - so that you can step down from that chair, but if you insist on staying..."

The emperor spread his hands and shrugged, his expression relaxed.
“That’s another way.”

【No,】

Mortarion said firmly,

【no way.】

Once he sits on it, he is no longer Mortarion. He has tasted the bitter consequences of being attacked by the Warp. Mortarion does not think of himself as a madman pursuing power and authority.

Even though that position presented him with some incomprehensible temptation, as if he was born to sit there - Mortarion still refused.

This was not difficult for Mortarion, after all, his life was made up of countless rejections and rebellions.

He never wanted to become like that. He was Mortarion, and becoming a psychic wizard was painful enough for him. It meant a kind of betrayal of his past, and it also meant the feeling of nausea when facing his comrades.

It was difficult enough to accept that Mortarion's life options did not include going one step further - becoming a true Chaos of the Warp.

"I expected you to make this choice."

The Lord of Mankind says that smile never fades,

"So I have chosen another path for you."

[I will not thank you for this. What do you want to say and why are you here, Lord of Mankind?]

"You have asked me a similar question before - and my answer is still that this place belongs to humans, and therefore I am here, despite the brief stay of Sanguinius and Malcador."

The Emperor tilted his head, supporting his crown with one hand. The crown was so bright and colorful that even the Primarch could not distinguish the treasure behind the light.

"My child, perhaps you need to climb the ladder to godhood step by step, but for me, I am right here - and there is no other choice."

"But it won't be anymore,"

Neos said,

"Like you, I will go on automatically."

The smile in his eyes deepened, and he laughed louder, as if he was not speaking to Mortarion.
"Please, I am already weak enough. Shouldn't the Vast Ocean be ashamed of a weak creature like me taking power? Even if I am most suitable for this position, it should let me go."

【I don’t understand. 】

The Lord of Mankind had amazing patience at this moment, and he was even willing to continue explaining for Mortarion - was it because Orr's rebuke had awakened a bit of his conscience, or was it because he admired Mortarion?

“Humanity is too big.”

The Emperor lowered his eyes.

"So one of the eight chairs in the Warp must belong to Man... just as Slaanesh is bound to the Eldar, they chose me."

"But I am not a god, and I don't want to become a god. I don't want to be a king, nor do I want to be an emperor. I know I am not a qualified leader. I just happened to live long enough."

"I think you can understand me, Mortarion."

The Lord of Humanity raised his eyes, and the golden flames in his eyes disappeared, revealing his ordinary brown eyes.
Among his descendants, Mortarion and Vulkan were the only two who were unwilling or even rejected the king - but Vulkan was too kind, and Mortarion shone with cruelty.

Only Mortarion reached this point. He had the opportunity to become a god, but he flatly refused.

A warm feeling of relief welled up in Neos' heart, and he admired this heir who had no aesthetic taste even more.

【I don’t understand you, nor do I want to understand you. 】

Mortarion said coldly,

[I refuse to ascend to God because I don’t want to ascend to God. That’s it. That’s it.]

Neos showed a look of obvious hurt, but then immediately turned into relief.

"That's it,"

Neos said lightly,
"I just don't want to ascend to godhood."

Mortarion did not want to talk much with the Lord of Mankind. He was like a father who let his child run free for ten thousand years and then came all the way to cultivate feelings with his child after seeing that he had made progress.

Mortarion no longer needed this kind of unnecessary emotion. He had no need for family affection. The only emotional upheaval he had towards his "father" was when he cut off his adoptive father's head.

It would be more interesting to talk to Hades or Karas.

[So you are going to step down from the throne, and then what? ]

Neos suddenly took out a piece of paper and a pen from somewhere, and wrote down the six locations in order.

"Now we go down two positions,"

Neos crossed out 4 and 5,

"But if we do nothing else, the Warp will force us to ascend to godhood again, for we are already worthy of that position - I know what you are thinking, Mortarion, do you intend to trouble your friends with everything?"

【…】

【Why not? 】

Even so, Mortarion already had the answer in his mind, and sure enough, the Emperor said something very similar to what he was thinking.

Neos shook his head.
"The scope of the Black Domain is already too large. We can no longer dump spiritual waste into the Styx at will. You are not as lucky as I am, Mortarion. Ten thousand years ago, I could still dump the remnants of faith into the Styx."

[Provocation doesn’t work on me,]

The Primarch said coldly,

[Even Malcador has distanced himself from you... Neos, you are the one who is truly miserable.] The Lord of Mankind activated his passive skill and automatically ignored it, while the Emperor continued to speak as if nothing had happened.

He connected 6 and 9.

“So I planned to connect the beginning and the end, using time as the thread. This Ouroboros that eats its own tail does not need to worry about other positions, because fate has closed the loop at this moment.”

"And at the end,"

Neos clicked on the 9.

"Let our hope, the hope of the empire, come and watch - fate continues to flow, and the losers are trapped in the cycle and disappear."

【etc,】

Mortarion asked cautiously, [Who is the one fighting you?]

"Tzeentch,"

Neos raised his hand nonchalantly.
"Do you think I can play with the Vast Ocean and deceive it by myself?"

【…】

The Primarch quickly caught the end, and Mortarion suddenly felt that something was wrong. He felt a little dazed.

[You made a bet with Tzeentch? ]

"Exactly!"

Neos smiled and proudly explained to Mortarion his bet with Tzeentch.

Breathe… take a deep breath…

Mortarion didn't know what to feel, for the remnants of his past were berating him for not berating Neos right away.

But he had nothing to say, and his open mouth closed again - what made Mortarion silent was that he himself did not seem to want to refute the Lord of Mankind's plan.

Just because of that glimpse just now - on the chair, the endless fate, the gushing destruction, only those who have sat on that chair know why the Lord of Humanity chose -

The Lord of Change must be eliminated...

Mortarion was unwilling to speak out in support of Neos, nor could he refute him, so he could only remain silent.

To Mortarion's displeasure, his silence became the best evidence of his support for Neos.

Neos's smile grew wider and more genuine, as if to say that he knew Mortarion would understand him.

At this moment, Mortarion wished he could be as eloquent as Karas, but he was not as shameless as Hades, who could not spray curses like venom on Neos' smiling face.

[…The Hades will spit on you after this. I will never explain anything to you, Neos.]

"I don't need it."

The emperor said comfortably, stretching himself, causing the crown on his head to tilt and sway.

"I have never said that I am a good person - I have never personally signed any responsibility agreement in my life."

In ancient times, Neos would crack the backend of the software to bypass the "I have carefully read and..." before authorizing the software to enter.

"I don't care too much. Even though I will feel regret and pain for my best friends and offspring in the future, at this moment I only feel sincere joy. Praise Hades."

He finally came down.

This little bastard Mortarion...

He would not understand that being half-pressed on the throne, forced to wait every minute and every second, a part of the Emperor's psychic energy was always connected to [Hunger and Corruption]. Even if he had a amiable, respectable and lovely black trash can, Neos still needed to accurately calculate the ratio of abandonment and retention.

Many times, trillions of times, as long as he admitted it and touched the moment of willingness, the complete and irreversible ascension to God would begin.

Mortarion sneered. The Primarch thought he had seen through the Emperor completely. He was a tyrant, a megalomaniac, and someone who needed to be kept away from.

[I will go and kill Slaanesh completely. If you have nothing to do, then you don’t need to talk to me any more——]

"and many more."

Neos raised his hand, and in a space that was so golden that it was almost white,

"My son, do you really not want to talk anymore? This will be a special reward. I will treat this conversation with more sincerity. You are the only Primarch who has come through. You can try to get my promise."

Mortarion was silent for a moment.

【Return Jialuo. 】

The Lord of Mankind once again showed a look of hurt, but he quickly turned the tables.
"We must respect the champion's wishes, Mortarion."

【Then there will be nothing to talk about between us.】

Mortarion rose and prepared to leave, but the Emperor interrupted him again.

"Why don't we talk about that friend of yours?"

After a moment, the Primarch sat back down silently, and stared at the Lord of Mankind with a vigilant look.

【what do you want to say?】

Mortarion said calmly,

[Are you talking about modifying the human body without permission, or making decisions for us and the Empire in advance without consultation? ]

The Lord of Mankind was silent for a while.

"Don't you think he's changed?"

[After ten thousand years, you are the only one who remains an asshole. Everyone else has changed, Neos.]

Mortarion said impatiently, but Neos could read the irritation underneath.
The Lord of Mankind folds his hands,

"The Star God fragments have assimilative properties, although it seems that they are more infectious and assimilative at the moment. Mortarion, I think he is probably overthinking. I don't think he should be so pessimistic."

Perhaps you are the real reason why Hades and Mortarion are so pessimistic, Lord of Mankind.

Mortarion thought of the Tyranids that Hades had mentioned, which might devour the entire galaxy. He thought of the Necrons that were about to revive and return in full, always watching the chaos in the galaxy... and of course, there was Neos who was doing nothing at all.

"Tell him there is no need to worry. Guilliman and Corax have returned. Sanguinius and Angron are coming soon. I have given him the power to command the Primarchs. The situation is very good."

【how about you?】

The smoke of death stared straight at Neos,
【You're not going to work, Neos?】

The Lord of Mankind activated his passive ability again, automatically ignoring it.

The entire space suddenly disintegrated after Mortarion's words, and the bright white fragments dissipated into pure darkness.

Death began to fall, he fell, fell, fell,
Finally he heard a hearty laugh in his ears.

[Good brother, you are finally here! Let’s fight and then we can go back! ]

Leman Russ laughed loudly, while the Khan beside him looked sharply into the distance. On the other side, the lion, whose chest was bleeding from a penetrating wound, looked into the distance in disbelief.

Mortarion found himself sitting among the corpses of the Eldar. He looked up and saw Slaanesh screaming.

……

"look,"

In the room where only one person was left, Neos wore the crown at an angle and moved in a crude manner, like an authentic primitive man from the Mesopotamian region.

He said to himself,
“I’m not ridiculous.”

He used his pen to hover between 6 and 9.

"Tzeentch... I know your plan. You want to go back to the anchor point that can change everything. I think for you, that anchor point must be the day when Hades descended on Barbarus."

Slaanesh's resurrection occurred long before that day, so everything was still in time.

"You are worried that I am unwilling to sit at the gambling table, and I have more chips than you do - so you allow the observer of this gambling game to belong to the Empire."

"Heheheheheheheh."

Neos laughed.

The Observer is on his side... How can he lose, the Lord of Change?

Do you really think you'll ever go back to before Hades came, Lord of Change?

The anchor of time will be fixed after this... The fate is sealed, Tzeentch.

Magnus is still too naive, while Neos is an expert at cheating.

(End of this chapter)