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

Chapter 705 153. Son of Angron

Hades didn't know what was happening yet.

He just worked, worked, dug and dug and dug in the mountain of documents—

Hades didn't understand why the workload each of them had to bear had increased since Guilliman's return.

He didn't understand, he really couldn't figure it out.

Guilliman seemed to enjoy finding work when there was none.

Fortunately, with the efficient operation of a few oxen and horses, they completed the follow-up work of the campaign and all the documents that needed to be signed, as well as the subsequent supply and recuperation distribution of the army in just two weeks.

Even more unfortunate for Mortarion was that Guilliman believed that his political literacy was superior to Corax's, so Mortarion was forced to stay and review documents while Corax took charge of the deployment of the army.

Corax had probably never felt so relieved.

Perhaps Raven's political talent is higher than Mortarion's, but Mortarion successfully surpassed him with his thousand years of experience.

In fact, Guilliman determined that Curze had the lowest political literacy among them, but due to his low credibility, Guilliman did not equip Curze in the teammate slot for the time being.

All the teammates he equipped in the teammate slot were sent out to review documents.

During this time, Guilliman's condition was obviously improving. He finally gave up the prank of making people open their eyes and turn their heads to find a desk next to the bed; instead, he explained to people why it was them and why they needed to work.

Apart from the Primarch, there were few who did not succumb to Guilliman's rhetoric.

Hades and Mortarion believed that Guilliman's talent after gaining power was to make people submit to him voluntarily - he could easily make people submit to him and choose to let them work for him.

At the same time, his charm index is higher, and he looks more like a king.

In the short term, Guilliman's combat value has not made a qualitative leap, and it still needs to be observed.

But Guilliman has only figured out one use for it, which is to make the civil servants submit and work harder.

【He thinks his ability is to get others to approve documents. 】

Mortarion stared at Guilliman busying about in the distance with his dead fish eyes, almost breaking the pen in his hand.

"perhaps,"

Hades laughed. Guilliman thoughtfully prepared a duplex desk for Hades, the kind with three layers for snacks.

"But it could also be that his only wish now is to get everyone else to work."

Hades was about to speak when he remembered something, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly felt a chill.

Guilliman wanted them to go to Baal as soon as possible, so they worked overtime. Under normal circumstances, Hades believed that Guilliman would be a good boss who often gave people holidays.

Otherwise, if this talent is used to exploit employees...

Isn't this natural...

【Three Terra Days,】

Mortarion said, interrupting Hades' thoughts,
[As long as the slingshot travel is measured correctly, we will be there soon. ]

"I will assist with the calibration. By the way, is the situation on Baal complicated?"

【…】

[It depends on how much power the Lord of Humanity released back then. ]

Mortarion paused for a moment, then laughed to himself.
【He then... I think I know why He is so hypocritical. 】

…………

【This is a miracle.】

Guilliman sighed sincerely, he looked at Hades, after two weeks of ox-horse riding, they finally left this star field.

Corax and Conrad stayed here to finish up the matter, and also helped the First Legion to inquire about the situation of the lion.

Because the Lion King disappeared again, Luther almost coughed up blood, and was finally sent back to the stasis position by the Dark Angels to rest.

In order to prevent Curze from doing anything unexpected, Mortarion and Karas signed a contract with Sevatar, the current leader of the Night Lords. If Conrad tried to escape again, the curse of death would immediately take Sevatar's life.

It is worth mentioning that this contract was not negotiated by the God of Death and Sevatar, but was completed by Karas.

Karas now seemed keen on talking to "unlucky bastards like me" (original words) from the various legions.

After Luther's heart was attacked by blood and qi, it was Karas who went to visit.

As for how long Conrad hugged Sevata and howled after Karas left, probably only Corax knew.

【The invention of the slingshot is a miracle. 】

Hades nodded and looked out the window at the white light of the neutron star.

"This is all thanks to the wise men."

While busy dealing with government affairs here, Hades did not forget the agreement with Trazyn. So far, they have obtained the keys of four small dynasties, and the keys of three crowned generals from the large dynasty.

Trazyn was now eating and taking, eating to his heart's content, with oil dripping from his mouth.

Hades was also not clear about the negotiations between the King of Figures and the Crowned General Zandrek. He had not contacted Trazyn recently, and Trazyn explained to him that he was "busy."

[The subspace area near Baal is not very stable, and subspace navigation leading there often runs aground. ]

Guilliman said, giving another wry smile.

Guilliman had experienced the feeling of being exhausted from reviewing documents, but after gaining power, that feeling disappeared.

He rediscovered the joy he first had in approving government affairs on Macragge.

Now that he suddenly had some free time, he actually felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"Can you tell me why?"

Guilliman opened his mouth and said hesitantly,
【Because of Sanguinius.】

…………

【? ? ? 】

+So you come to me, after you've grown so disgusted with us. +
In the small and cramped stone study, there was a spark of fire on the brazier, but the light source in the room was not the brazier. On a tattered chair, sat the Primarch, emitting golden light.

That was Lorgar Aulerian.

Compared with ten thousand years ago, Luojia is now like a golden candle that has been weeping for ten thousand years. Golden liquid is flowing from the cross-section of his head and neck, which is dripping and accumulating on the breastplate, and has dyed his upper body and most of his lower body into pure gold armor, leaving only his calves still dirty black.

The entire room was like the original body itself, with a golden upper half and dirt on the lower half.

But the golden guy opposite Luojia is even more golden than him.

"I am wary of you because it is my nature."

Constantine Valdor, the leader of the Imperial Guards, nodded, his eyes expressionless.
+Is that so? +
Luo Jia said lightly, one of his hands resting on a manuscript on the desk. It was obvious that Luo Jia was still compiling this manuscript - "Destroying Religion", which was the name of the manuscript.

+But you didn't do so well a thousand years ago. +
Luo Jia said pointedly,
+The tragedy still happened, why didn't you stop it in advance? +
"The Lord of Mankind has given orders to the contrary."

Waldo said,
"Visions occurred in the labyrinth beneath the palace, and warriors who tried to raise objections had to fight against the man without blood and tears who shone with gold - his power was attacking his guards, and this could not be known to anyone." + Unimaginable. +
Luo Jia said, he smiled again.

+Tell me if I am among them? +
"That war left no witnesses."

Waldo said.

"And the Guards never wavered, they simply followed the orders of the Lord of Mankind."

+But my father was contradicting himself.+
Luo Jia said, he was silent for a moment, the golden runes on his head shone, and tears continued to flow under his tightly closed eyes, never drying up.

Then he shook his head and looked at the manuscript on his desk again. This was just an unrealistic dream, just like his original dream.

+I'm sorry. +
Luo Jia said softly,

+I feel extremely sorry and painful for everything that happened now. As an ignorant child, I never knew what kind of waves my obsession would cause. I only realized my mistakes now, but I am powerless to change them. +
Luo Jia shook his head again, and brushed the yellowed paper in front of him again and again with his hands.

+I still remember what he said to me that day,+
+I am a god, Lorgar Aurelion. I am a god, but you will never understand what admitting this will do to me. +
Lorgar Aurelion just shook his head.

+Now I know.+
+The truth and bones beneath the throne of God. +
+I regret to see the seeds I planted in the past have now grown into such evil fruits. My father, the Silent, Sanguinius, Malcador... they should not have been like this. +
"You can repent later."

Waldo said mercilessly,

"Now hand me the rune that sealed the altar. It intends to go to Baal."

Back then, it was Lorgar who possessed Angron and completed the final seal.

This might be thanks to the bone in the Lord of Red Sand—and also to the fact that Angron and Lorgar had worked together for a while at the end of the Great Crusade, and they got along very well.

Over the years, when the Lord of Red Sand was extremely tired and took a short rest for a second or two, Luo Jia would appear in his dreams, but she would just shed tears.

+Silencer? You shouldn't be so arrogant, Constantine. +
"I'm merely trying to stop myself from wavering on potential assassins."

+I assume all the Primarchs and my father are on your list of possible assassins? +
Constantine said nothing, just stared at Lorga. After a moment of silence, Lorga stretched out his hand and handed some golden fragment to the leader of the Imperial Guards.

"I am his last line of insurance."

The guards said, prepare to leave,

"That's all."

"as well as,"

Waldo walked towards the door.

"I hope you'll continue writing that book, Lorgar."

The heavy stone door closed, and Luo Jia had a blank expression on his face. He turned around and looked at his manuscript.

He has not yet succeeded in finishing it.

…………

【Barr】

The sky of Baal is always so magnificent. The high-intensity radiation makes the sunlight so colorful. In the bloody desert, one state church after another rises from the ground, and the originally golden high walls are coated with a layer of bright red by the sunlight.

Between several churches, the World Eaters built defensive fortresses and recruitment stations. Adhering to the spirit of the Lord of Red Sand, the World Eaters Legion carried out preliminary transformation of this place.

Several water sources and material supply points were placed in the native areas of Baal - the original conditions of the natives of Baal were extremely poor, and this situation did not improve much after becoming the home planet of the Blood Angels.

Sanguinius believed that harsh environments would forge true warriors, which coincided with Mortarion's old views.

But now, no one knows about Sanguinius anymore.

The Sons of Angron have been stationed here for a long time. The new generation of warriors have almost no idea why they are here, but they still act according to the teachings left by the Primarch.

The World Eaters distanced themselves from the religion on Baal with a respectful attitude, while building good relations with the local indigenous people. There was even a small arena built with the help of the Legion.

The strange thing is that the original religion of Baal has disappeared here, and there is no trace of any underworld religion. Only, and only the state religion is stationed here.

There was also a new generation, the World Eaters selected from Baal, who proposed to further improve people's livelihood, but was rejected by the Legion. These World Eaters were later assigned to the Red Angels, a chapter under the Legion.

The Chapters under the Legion do not strictly follow the teachings of the Primarch. Therefore, taking the Red Angels Chapter as an example, a small number of Chapters believe in the state religion and have their own unique culture.

But the World Eaters did not exclude them because they were both sons of Angron, and allowed two respected men from the chapter to attend important meetings to manage the legion.

For example, Louis Dante, the Red Angel Chapter Master currently in the Bloodhound Eight Resolutions——

This thousand-year-old veteran was now standing silently in the secret library on Baal. In the deepest darkness, the blood coffin was lying quietly.

Dante, who knew the true history, felt a little dizzy at the moment. He was chosen by the World Eaters, fought in a thousand gladiatorial arenas, and became the Spear Bearer after his loyalty and reliability were proven.

Since then, Dante has been responsible for the truth behind the huge lie. He carefully selected the brave ones in the World Eaters Legion, transferred them to many chapters, and taught them the true culture that should belong to them.

And kill the soldiers before they get angry.

Dante did a great job, working diligently and without sleep.

So much so that a thousand years later, he even became the oldest living person among the World Eaters. Perhaps only the ten-thousand-year-old World Eaters veterans scattered in the warp could surpass him in seniority.

But the thing is, he's not a World Eater.

The other seven members of the Bloodhounds were all pure sons of Angron. Sometimes they would sympathize with Dante's experience, but after sympathizing, Dante would still work.

Dante had already arranged the next candidate to take his place, but he just couldn't die. Even though there were several times when he felt he was on the verge of blood thirst, he was forcibly pulled back to his sanity.

So this heavy truth still weighs on Dante.

He is currently the only conscious and living Son of Sanguinius who knows the truth.

only one.

Sometimes Dante would ponder why this mission was imposed on him, the Primarch Angron wished for the Blood Angels to retain the Flame, which was why the World Eaters were so merciful.

But Dante knew that some of the Chapters marked as Ultramarines would never be Ultramarines, so why didn't they have to bear the pain of inheritance? !

And now...

Dante dragged his heavy feet and slowly walked to the bloody coffin.

Here sleeps the only survivor of that catastrophe, another Blood Angel who knows the truth.

Dante felt a little hesitant. He had read the diary written by this combat veteran, and the vulgar words written on it almost pierced through the back of the paper.

He hasn't figured out how to face the other son of an archangel who knows the truth.

But in Dante's ears, he seemed to have heard the sound of the Imperial Regent Guilliman's ship docking.

The Imperial Regent made it clear that in order to see the Blood Angel, they needed to release Sanguinius.

Dante hadn't figured out how to face his truly corrupt father.

He hovered his hand over the button, hesitating, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, Dante gritted his teeth and pressed the wake-up button!
Cold air suddenly gushed out from the gap, along with the rich bloody air.
"Fuck you."

Flesh Tearer Amit cursed and swore.

"That idiot interrupted your grandfather's rest?"

(End of this chapter)