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

Chapter 712 160. Under His Shadow
【What's wrong? 】

Horus asked with concern, his brows furrowed as he looked across at Sanguinius who had paused for a moment.

The archangel did not answer him.

Next to the small chair where the two primarchs were sitting, a waterfall made of rocks was gurgling down, green leaves were swaying in the broken water, and birds were singing melodiously.

Sanguinius blinked blankly, the genial smile gradually falling from his lips.

+I might be leaving soon. +
Sanguinius said softly, he seemed to accept this fact quite easily, without any dissatisfaction or indignation.

He simply turned his eyes away from Horus, casually raised the cup and swallowed the thick and bitter liquid in it.

【No,】

Horus was stunned and leaned forward.

"You will be fine - I promised our father to bring you back. This is his order. He still believes in you, Sanguinius."

+Is that so? +
Sanguinius said indifferently, lowering his eyes, his long golden eyelashes trembling.
+I don't believe him. +
The archangel then laughed, revealing his fangs. He stretched his body, rolled up his sleeves, leaned back in his chair, and swirled the wine in his glass.

+He is not credible,+
Sanguinius said frankly,
+I have never seen such a despicable and open person. The last bit of respect I had for him came from the fact that he was the king of mankind and our father, but now... I don't want to respect him. +
Sanguinius was silent for a moment. Horus opposite him was obviously extremely shocked. Sanguinius sighed and shook his head in his heart. Only on this point, Horus would never empathize with him.

+But…+
Sanguinius put away his smile, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

+But I can understand him. +
He smiled bitterly again, as if mocking his own fate. He had done everything he could, and he had fully fulfilled the path of his destiny.

From beginning to end, Sanguinius had a clear conscience.

It's all fate.

While Conrad Curze hesitated on the path of prophecy, Sanguinius moved forward courageously. He knew what he would face, and he also knew that he could not stop.

He also knew... Sanguinius' smile was icy cold. After the state religion became too prosperous, what exactly did the Lord of Mankind want to do?

However, there were some incidents in the middle. Guilliman should not have left the stage early on the path of prophecy. Sanguinius had left Guilliman ample space to re-manage the situation.

But Guilliman left early, and fate changed.

He didn't blame Guilliman either.

He was just... a little angry and tired.

Sanguinius calmly shook the wine in the glass. It was no longer the sweet red wine of Baal, but sour and bitter wine. He reaped the consequences of his own actions.

In the history of human civilization, there are billions of works of art worthy of praise, and every era has its own legends worthy of praise. They may praise loyalty or confess betrayal, but no matter what, there is always an unchanging core that runs through the entire history of human literary and artistic development.

That is - the art of destruction.

Only complete destruction and fall are enough to touch the soul, drag the beauty into the quagmire, and completely tear the good apart. A colorful ending should be like this, letting the soldiers sacrifice in the last ten seconds of the armistice, and letting justice be pronounced at the moment after the hanging.

For an end, for their end, for Horus Lupercal and Sanguinius, it was enough now.

They don't need to go back, simply because of the Lord of Mankind's long-overdue regret and mercy. Pure destruction is cleaner, and Sanguinius is unwilling to show up again.

His end will be to ascend to the unspeakable sanctuary with all his good and evil.

There was a trace of pity in Sanguinius' eyes as he looked at Horus - Horus should not be like this, they should all leave.

Sanguinius reached out a hand and took Horus's, and Horus froze.

+Come with me.+
Sanguinius said softly,

+Return to sleep... We don't need to appear again. There is no place for us on the ark heading to the new world. +
He felt Horus's hesitation and indecision. At the same time, this little fictional world began to collapse before the cry of reality.

Sanguinius felt a burning pain, and black blood stains like burnt ash climbed up from the soles of his feet. He was still trying to slow it down, but his evil was calling him with a death cry.

Sanguinius himself had no sympathy for himself, who was blinded by desire and killing.

His white feathers were burning with gray and black. At the last moment, the yin and yang sides would finally merge. The extreme opposites were perfect. If they did not move towards moderation, they would move towards ultimate destruction.

【I……】

Horus hesitated. Sanguinius' invitation was so sincere and earnest, like a mouth-watering red fruit. Death and destruction were easy. Even if there was a flood in the future, they would not have to worry about whether to board the ship to the New World.

The touch of his hand was soft and cold. Without looking at Sanguinius's increasingly hideous legs, the Sanguinius in front of Horus now looked like a true god, calm and aloof, emitting a holy white light.

But there is only a slight temperature.

Horus thought of another hand, the one from his father, rough and hot, full of hope and enthusiastic eyes.

Not long ago, Neos had held his hand and made a promise that could not be broken.

Horus's lip trembled.

Ah! How he wanted to die!!!

He found it hard to accept what he had done, to face the stinging gazes of his colleagues, to listen to the sighs of the Lord of Mankind. He had messed up everything, yet was forgiven.

The conscience and shame of the Wolf God prevented him from going on. They were urgently persuading him to die and leave with Sanguinius, leaving the new world to those whose hands were not yet stained with blood!
But... but...

Horus' pupils trembled, and painful and sincere tears flowed from his eyes. He looked at Sanguinius, so apologetic and so reluctant.

He had only one reason, so simple and so straightforward.

[I can’t…]

Horus murmured, and he reached forward across the coffee table and took Sanguinius's hand in his own.
【I can't betray him again. 】

+……+
Sanguinius was speechless, his eyes suddenly turned cold. This was the biggest disagreement between him and Horus, but now that they had both chosen their own paths, Sanguinius was unwilling to say more.

He shouldn't hope for it.

Horus stood up in panic with Sanguinius. The archangel withdrew his hand, and a violent aura appeared around him. The whites of his eyes were dark, and his fangs were ready to move.

+Then I should go.+
Sanguinius said calmly, his eyelids twitching violently, and the world began to blur. In the violent struggle, he saw the dark vicious dog at his throat.

"Stay or not?! Stay or not!!!"

Hades roared,

"What on earth is Neos planning!!!"

The fallen holy angel under him was like a chicken struggling on the ground, its huge and chaotic steel wings flapping randomly on the ground, feathers flying everywhere, and it jumped onto the armor of Waldo beside them.
The force was so great that it almost dislocated Hades' non-existent internal organs.

The Hades on his body was more like a mass of solid dark slime. Sanguinius still possessed a strong entity, so Hades could not be completely dematerialized and had to be held down physically.

The concentration of psychic energy inside Sanguinius was so huge that even Hades was dumbfounded. It was like a small world completely isolated from the subspace, existing in an absolutely malicious form.

Hades suspected that all the spiritual energy discarded by the Lord of Mankind was here, so he had to concentrate the black area and pierce that point deeply, deeply.

As Sanguinius struggled, endless darkness was gushing out, accompanied by the screams of billions of vengeful spirits.

[The Lord of Mankind wishes to bring back Sanguinius.]

Waldo said,

【First devour most of his spiritual energy and weaken him. 】

“I’m actually doing that!”

Hades roared, "Stop struggling!!!"

Sanguinius under him almost turned into some more terrifying existence, whose terror index was even comparable to that of Mortarion in the form of a bone moth, and perhaps even better than Mortarion.

In the moment before swallowing up Sanguinius completely, the archangel was like a dying drug addict, crazy for blood to the extreme. Compared with a vampire, a ghoul was more in line with his current appearance, with a thin and gray face, elongated and sunken eye sockets, and needle-like fangs.

Waldo took out a thick book, with an incense burner beside him. Mortarion, who was always ready to rush to assist Hades, frowned. The Pale Lord saw that what Waldo took out should be a religious book?
The author on the cover is signed Lorca Aurelion.

Waldo turned to a certain page, on the page marked with a golden feather, and he found the spell entrusted to him by the Lord of Mankind.

"Guilliman, Angron, you are needed for this."

"You're just saying that now?!!!"

Hades' screams were ignored, and Guilliman almost immediately rushed to Valdor and snatched the book away, followed closely by Angron.

The Custodians prefer to isolate the warp—

So this needs to be done by his offspring, Guilliman and Angron are the best candidates, one of them inherited a part of the power of the Lord of Mankind, and the other was possessed by the Emperor.

Guilliman swallowed and ignored Mortarion's disturbing look. He immediately began to chant the spell, while Angron assisted Guilliman with his psychic power. The two Primarchs, who were sufficiently inspired, immediately understood what the Lord of Mankind meant.

Sanguinius on Hades' side began to laugh shrilly.
+Kill me!!!+
He roared, his hair flying,
+He has no right to keep me in his service! How dare he do that after he dumped me like a flea? ! ! ! Make him come out and face me! Fight me! ! ! False Emperor! ! ! ! ! +
There was a violent twitch, followed by a playful scream, and Sanguinius suddenly rose upwards, but it didn't seem like a struggle, but more like an embrace.
The fangs instinctively move towards the neck of an ordinary person.

+ Before I am destroyed, let me taste your blood. This stinking friend, I don’t hate your taste. Just six drops and I will stop struggling...+
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Hurry up!!!”

Hades let out a sharp explosion, but did not relax his hold on Sanguinius in the slightest. Mortarion clearly saw the darkness formed by Hades suddenly pierce out with spikes.

At this moment, Mortarion, who was once held in the arms of Slaanesh, sympathized with Hades.

Without any hesitation, Mortarion no longer placed his hopes on the two Primarchs beside him who had begun to grow into golden giants. He suppressed his fear angrily and calmly, and walked quickly to the altar.

【Excuse me,】

Mortarion felt vomit rising in his throat, his steps becoming unsteady, but he swallowed it.

[Youhun, let me give him a chance to shut up. ]

The darkness began to wriggle. It was no longer just two huge wings struggling, but the damn head was revealed, mixed with curses, laughter, and dirty words.

Part of the neck was also exposed, but it was not flesh, but a skeleton that had been soaked in strong alkali for many days. The erosion from Pluto had never stopped.

Mortarion's eyes dimmed as he raised his heavy scythe, aiming it at Sanguinius's head.

Sanguinius' pupils dilated as he saw Mortarion's face with a wicked smile.

On the other side, a dazzling golden light burst out, and the damned Guilliman recited Lorgar's prayer. He vaguely caught a glimpse of the face of the Lord of Mankind.

Then, the sickle slammed down!

[Sanguinius?!]

Sanguinius blinked blankly and saw Horus shaking him. Horus' tears dripped down and fell on him, shining hot as gold in the sunlight.

Sanguinius saw the droplets connecting like snakes on his charred body, like golden chains. He raised his head in despair and saw the eternal sun that was about to devour him.

The pitch-black darkness that permeated his entire body began to turn into pale gold.

In the bloody hell, beads of sweat ran down Guilliman's forehead. He suddenly raised his voice and shouted the last sentence:
【Lord, may all people’s sins be forgiven, please bless us, Amen! 】

The imperial guards burst out a roar,
"Let Sanguinius go!!!"

【Let your mother go!!!】

The Pale Lord roared on Hades' behalf, but a brilliant golden light suddenly exploded, and they seemed to be swimming inside the sun, and everyone felt the unique psychic power of the Lord of Mankind.

Tears rolled down Sanguinius's white face as he stared blankly at the Lord of Humanity who was walking towards him against the light.

He's so stupid, really.

He forgot that the Lord of Mankind never used words to convince others, and the Emperor had no intention of using the power of words to bring him back. He originally planned to bring the Archangel back by force.

And Horus was just the introduction he used to enter one of the two polar worlds of Sanguinius.

He had no intention of giving Sanguinius a choice.

Sanguinius smiled incredulously, dark bloody cracks appeared on his face, and he showed his true appearance in self-abandonment.
+You still won't let go of your innocent offspring? +
+I am only here to atone for my sins. +
The Lord of Mankind said calmly,

+Sanguinius, my child, come back, I have reserved a first-class ticket for you to the New World - you will not have to toil any longer. +
+What about him? +
The Lord of Mankind glanced sideways at the unconscious Horus, and Sanguinius caught the trace of real reluctance and regret in his eyes.

+If you wish,+
The Lord of Mankind said, laughing - Sanguinius knew he was about to make one of his humorless jokes.

+I can let him serve as your crew member, as a way of atonement for his sins. +
Sanguinius shook his head, and seeing that Sanguinius had succeeded, the Lord of Mankind seemed unwilling to talk to him again, or perhaps his strength was not enough to support him to talk to Sanguinius again.

+Go to sleep,+
The Lord of Mankind said calmly,

+My child...you are granted eternal leave.+
Sanguinius' soul immediately became heavy and sleepy, and he seemed to be at the bottom of the sea, with only a small patch of hazy and chaotic light above his head.

He saw...something.

Sanguinius tried to open his eyes in confusion. He lay miserably on his back on the ground, looking up at the sky where there was no sky.

Beside him, Hades, the only one who had not been hit by the yellow-skinned man's explosion, stood up in a dusty and embarrassed manner. Mortarion immediately followed and cursed the Lord of Mankind, while being wary of Waldor's behavior.

Guilliman and Angron nervously gathered around Sanguinius, holding him between their knees.

「Ah…ah……」

Sanguinius breathed out weakly, as if he was trying hard to say something.

【My brother, don't worry. 】

Angron said hastily, gentle spiritual energy gushing out.

Sanguinius tried to open his eyes again and looked towards the chaotic void.
【Terror...abuse...】

He said.

Guilliman and Angron were startled and looked at each other.
[Don't worry, this is indeed a possibility, and we have a plan. ]

Guilliman immediately comforted him, saying that the revival of Sanguinius might attract Khorne, which was a very likely possibility, and the three legions had already been ready for this on Baal.

【OR……O……】

Sanguinius struggled to speak again, as if this information made him even more anxious, but he was now too weak and had reached the critical point of coma.

【fine,】

Guilliman consoled him.

[The number of troops deployed on Baal right now is far beyond your imagination. ]

Sanguinius turned his head and grabbed Guilliman's hand like a dying man, holding it tightly.

Finally, Sanguinius managed to utter the word, and then fell into a coma.

【…Green skin.】

? !!! !!! !!!
(End of this chapter)