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

Chapter 728 172. Release to sea or run away?

He is right in front of you.

This supreme, magnificent, indescribable bastard.

Can you give him a punch?

But first, you need to touch him.

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[Excuse me, but you look particularly excited, my friend.]

There were whispers among the wriggling shadows, Corax judged carefully, and Angron grinned.

[Why not be excited? Finally, there is a duel that allows us to put aside the influence of politics and reputation; so we can have a duel with him. ]

The raven shook its feathers nervously. He really wanted to ask if he really wanted to duel with the Lord of Mankind?
In the vast subspace, the sun was still rotating slowly. It had already dimmed, but it was still a constant day.

The burning, stinging light shines on everyone's soul, and his light is everywhere and all-encompassing.

But after a long silence, Corax finally did not say anything to spoil the fun, because he realized that his brothers' trip was not a rash act because they were unaware of the strength of the Lord of Mankind.

It is the true awakening after knowing its cost and consequences.

In other words, all the Primarchs present really wanted to defeat the Emperor, and they were willing to give it a try even if it would cost them a heavy price.

Even more than the fact that he was beating the Emperor, the fact that "all his brothers had the same mentality" gave Corax a chill.

The Emperor truly united the Primarchs and harnessed hatred.

But I don’t think they can last long.

Corax said, his completely black pupils looking into the distance, in that world, some kind of subspace realm has arrived.

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"I'm glad to see you."

The black-haired man said with a smile, holding the tea in one hand and squatting on the half-person-high dining table. Then he supported the table with one hand and slowly moved down.

He looks like a cautious middle-aged man.

But Mortarion and Sanguinius both acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy, one drawing a sickle and the other holding a spear, staring intently at the Lord of Mankind's every move.

At the request of Mortarion and Sanguinius, Hades temporarily withdrew the black domain attached to them. The two Primarchs wanted to use their psychic powers to fight the Lord of Mankind.

Neither of the two Primarchs dared to act rashly, and at the same time, they tacitly began to set up their own psychic fields together, pulling the warp down and making this place their domain.

"I'm sorry I have to tell the truth,"

The Lord of Mankind took a sip of tea leisurely. He even had time to taste the tea.

"You can't beat me like this."

【I know. 】

Mortarion said, his sickle erected like a poisonous snake, baring his fangs at the Lord of Mankind, and more and more white mist surged from the gaps in his bone armor, suddenly covering Mortarion.

In the gurgling white mist, a taller and thinner being stood up. With his back bent deeply, he was almost taller than the ceiling, but for some reason he still stood here, announcing the official invalidation of the laws of physics.

It could no longer be called a human being. Rather, it was some kind of giant insect in the fog. However, it was not a complete entity. In some places that should have been connected by joints, armor, and flesh, there was only white fog surging, connecting the broken bodies.

On the other hand, Sanguinius also showed his true form without hesitation. Most of his essence was gone, which made him weak, but it did not mean that he could not continue to fight now.

The fierce power had passed away, leaving only the gurgling stream, so the conflict between them was no longer sharp. Sanguinius tried to accept the two forces of water and fire - this made his figure gradually become hideous.

Blood and golden light emanated at the same time, a thought of gods and demons. Different angles, different thoughts, different times, bystanders will see a completely different Saint Guinius.

[Is this my true nature, father?]

Sanguinius spoke word by word, his scarlet eyes gleaming with gold were filled with sorrow.

[No... I think my essence should be a more brutal existence, because you were not surprised by the army of ghouls.]

"I certainly didn't expect that."

The Emperor spoke honestly, standing calmly between the two mutating Psionic Primarchs.

"But this is not a bad thing. It means that you have stepped out of the trajectory I set. This is the life you chose yourself. You have truly grown up. Even if it is a creature of the subspace, its nature will change."

"but,"

The Emperor stopped talking. He casually glanced at Malcador and Orpesson who were lying dead on the ground. After a thought, Malcador and Or were directly asked to leave the room and curse outside this space.

"That's not enough."

The Lord of Mankind put down the cup, and under the cold eyes of the two Primarchs,

"I missed out on educating you, but most of you have grown up well. I never thought that two of you would reach this level. Although the process was bumpy and the ending was a little different, I am very satisfied with it."

【what do you want to say?】

There was a sound similar to the sound of insects rubbing against each other on some hard film, followed by a harsh mocking sound.
You want to educate us now?

"Exactly."

The Lord of Mankind said, golden flames surging in his eyes, and his black hair moving without wind!

"You are still too young to understand the true meaning of the warp, so let me do it—"

? !
At this moment, something horrible, weird, strange, and impossible to be accurately captured and described by the senses, a twisted, slow, flowing, solid, and bizarre existence descended.

The height and width are infinitely stretched, extending to blurred lines that are beyond the reach of sight. That existence is descending, squeezing in here like an elephant forcing its way into a microwave.

gold.

Facing Him, you can only describe Him accurately with this one word.

But when you look at Him, and see His broken, twisted, incomplete, filthy, and dirty body, you clearly know that He is a failure, He is the product of failure, He has not reached the real heaven, even though He has grasped the sword many times - the hilt of the sword almost jumped into His hand on its own initiative.

But He did not raise the sword.

On the contrary, He chose to commit suicide.

This is as absurd as not picking up five dollars on the ground, a hungry pedestrian refusing free food and lodging, a dying patient rather than go to heaven with the beautiful angels; or no one would refuse to turn off the faucet subconsciously, or use their hands to support the ground before falling - this is a serious violation of instinct.

But He did it.

And slowly, massively, arrogantly, proudly.

+Prove yourself to me.+
He said. His realm thus opened up, even though you know He had no intention of opening up His realm, but with His words, it just happened.

Blurry and illusory golden figures sang praises and knelt before Him. Holy songs were chanted and the four seas danced. The throne appeared automatically. It was not that He wanted to sit on the throne, but that the throne needed Him to sit on it - only then could the throne be a throne.

And now, this unimaginable thing exists here and now.

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"Oh my god."

Hades stared into the distance in disbelief. The white hair on his head burst into a faint golden flame, but then it went out at Hades's thought. The black pupils of the King of Hell were almost completely reflected into gold by the flashing golden light.

"Does he really have a grudge against Mortarion and Sanguinius?"

Hades said that he was ready to take action. From his perspective, the main battlefield was all golden at this moment, and nothing else could be seen.

A star directly covered the area, and because Hades was not invited, he could not see the inside of the star. He just stood in the distance, looking directly at the sun.

"I think you can wait."

Trazyn said excitedly, staring at his own painting almost intently. It could hardly control itself when seeing another out-of-print collection.

"how?"

Hades said irritably, "Haven't you gotten the shot you wanted yet?"

"No, no no no,"

Trazyn said,

"I mean, the Lord of Mankind is obviously going to say something to his descendants. I have a feeling it will be very interesting. You can't just disturb the loving relationship between a father and his children."

"I know you can't see the images inside, so I'll send you the signal at the cost of waiting a little longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Trazyn enthusiastically pulled Hades over and showed him the scenes inside with relish.

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I am still weak.

Mortarion was aware of this now, just as Barbarus was once under the shadow of his alien adoptive father.

He absolutely will not succeed.

Although he had faced Nurgle and Slaanesh personally, the feeling of suffocation was still imprinted deep in his soul, but when he looked at the Emperor, the oppressive feeling that was completely different from Chaos was like a mountain pressing on his shoulders.

Mortarion realized that the Emperor could injure or even kill a Chaos on his own.

And in the heyday of these monsters, the Lord of Mankind might be able to accomplish the feat of double killing Chaos, as long as He is willing to hold the sword of the Warp.

Faced with such great power, he was like a child with a toy stick, facing an adult with a shotgun alone, with little hope of winning.

But even so, we must fight.

Pale Mortarion felt his whole body creaking. In the holy place shrouded in golden light and without any shadow, the white mist was escaping from his bone helmet in a panic, leaving him and never returning.

But he needed to fight.

He held on in the face of Nurgle; he held on in the face of Slaanesh - in the face of the Lord of Mankind, he had even less reason to retreat.

From the very beginning, even when facing Nak're who had no chance of winning, Mortarion rushed forward resolutely.

The fog surged again, and the evil spirits in the smoke spewed out poisonous fog. The tall and thin ghost figure slowly stood up, and the golden soul that was singing under him curled up and fell down listlessly, turning into part of the fog.

Like the scene in the Garden of Nurgle in the past, he began to erode, one step at a time, and each step would dim thousands of souls, and the mark of death would drag behind him, step by step.

+You are tough.+
The golden monster blinked his golden eyes,

+This is why I chose you in the first place. You can disperse the mist, but it will gather again;
I found you in the withered land of the Vast Ocean, a cloud of dust that remained stagnant forever. Compared to other things in the warp, you were obviously more reluctant to move around, so I didn't have to put in much effort. You only resisted for a moment when I tried to capture you. You tried to make me lose my way - that was all your subjective consciousness at the time. +
Mortarion made a vomiting noise, he was very good at it as he often followed Hades around and sometimes he would deliberately make vomiting noises to amuse Hades.

Or he made this sound in response to the document that Guilliman brought to him.

But now he uses it to taunt his father.

+I'm not grateful that you brought me here.+
Mortarion's voice was tinged with lazy arrogance.

+And it is not your credit that I have come to this point. +
The golden monster chuckled.

+I know, so I got a bargain. +
The Pale Lord was silent for a moment. He felt his body becoming more unstable. The mist was still spreading and the golden light stung him. Sometimes he would shrink and sometimes he would grow bigger. Mortarion felt that he had not yet found the real trick, but he still existed under the burning of the golden flame - he would never disappear.

+No,+
He said, the golden pupils inlaid on the bone armor sparkled,
+Now you need to pay the price! +
He gathered the fog into a sickle and pounced forward suddenly - he saw his true form!

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+I don't think you'll listen to anything I say.+
+Exactly.+
The vampire replied contemptuously that he was obviously more adapted to this place than Mortarion, because the archangel had touched the true heaven for a moment.

The archangel walked with a spear in his hand, blood filled the air under his feet. Where the blood river rolled, souls screamed and fell to the ground.

There was a moment of silence, then Sanguinius suddenly spoke.

+I am still very sad. +
+You don't really want to fight us, even though you can just knock us to the ground and make us like ants. +
+Should I apologize for being too powerful? +
The Emperor's humorous voice sounded.

+This makes me so sad.+
The Lord of Mankind sighed,
+I will try my best to satisfy your wishes - I am laying the groundwork for the real battlefield between you and me, and I am also the initiator and host of this duel. +
Sanguinius was silent.

+……+
+You are preparing for your escape later. +
The Archangel pointed this out without hesitation.

+I still have the last bit of sanity and dignity left - otherwise I would call upon the dead immediately. +
How could humans fight the Eternal Sun? How could they raise their swords and spears against this gigantic celestial body? Could the Sun be killed? Would it bleed? Could its neck be cut off? Only a bottomless black hole could swallow such a being.

+Hades? +
The Lord of Mankind smiled and said,
+You can call him, of course, why not? +
Yeah, why not?
Sanguinius's dim blood-red eyes were brightening again, and he curled up the corners of his mouth unconsciously, revealing the tips of his small fangs.

+Because I'm looking forward to the punch I'm going to actually hit you.+
The Archangel said, accepting the spiritual energy thrown by the Lord of Mankind without hesitation.

He knew what the Emperor was going to do - the Lord of Mankind was not one to start a war or do meaningless things.

The Emperor wanted to cut off his flesh and feed it to his underage offspring.

Then the Lord of Mankind could flee.

Run, he wanted to run far away.

But his offspring will succeed in stopping him.

And this is exactly what Sanguinius expected.

He would stop him and make him face his own mess.

Until then, he will swallow any humiliation.

(End of this chapter)