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

Chapter 731 175. Making Too Many Enemies
Stand among the enemies.

He feels good.

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"When I killed someone for the first time in my life,"

The boy said that the Sakarya River flowed in the land farther away from his feet.

"I don't feel fear."

"Perhaps in the more distant future, killing has become a common thing, and humans are keen to kill their own kind with their hands, sticks, and bullets - but at the moment when my forehead touched my father's skull, the first murder in human history had just been committed."

The brown-skinned boy paused for a moment, as if considering something.
"Since then, the reverberations of that murder have reverberated throughout the human species, creating in the human soul the concept of murdering one's own kind."

"Maybe not,"

The boy then added that there was not much emotion in his dark brown eyes, which were flickering with light, but made people feel that he was always thinking a lot and was very confused.

"It could also be the blood I carved on the lifeblood of humanity."

He said, smiling involuntarily.

"Because I committed the first revenge crime and the second murder in human history - I killed the uncle who killed my father."

He raised his hands and looked at them, admiring them as if they were stained with the blood of his enemies.

Although there was no blood on it, he used psychic powers to cause his uncle to have a heart attack and die.

"You know, humans always extend their bloodline to come up with all kinds of strange, absurd, and unimaginable stories. I'm very curious about where my story will extend next."

He blinked, no longer looking at his hands, and looked into the distance. White clouds were floating above the Sakarya River, and the chirping of insects and the laughter of villagers were still echoing on the fields.

But he was expelled because he caused a healthy and strong man to die in front of everyone. These ignorant humans did not know what had happened, but their instinct made them terrified, so they expelled the boy.

He could have stayed.

The boy did not choose to stay.

His father's death made him see his true nature clearly. He knew that he should not stay here, in this small, peaceful and harmonious village.

A bigger story awaits him, and he must be part of it.

"I'm very curious - will this bloodline haze that echoes throughout human history find me again in some corner of history?"

But the boy no longer had any direct relatives, and the remaining villagers had a weak blood relationship with him, so they could not form a clear subspace connection.

"But I might have kids."

Thinking of this, the boy fell silent. In the fishing net bag on his back, his dead father's skull was looking at him silently.

"What will this mean?"

The boy asked.

No one answered him.

The water of the Sakarya River beats against the shore, making a soft sound.

"what does that mean?"

Would they avenge him? Would they fill his skull with mud, as was customary in the villages along the Sakarya River? Would they be like him? Or even more stupid?
But what does it mean to him to have a child? What does it mean to have someone in this world who is related to him by blood?
No one answered him.

Still, only the sound of the river echoed him.

His deceased father would never be able to answer him, and he was still young at that time, and there were too many things he didn't understand.

So the boy set off.

With the ambition of being alone.

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His descendants seemed eager to fight him.

Neos thought, his eyes lighting up with fighting spirit. This time he had to be serious - it seemed the primarchs had been harboring grudges for a long time.

But so what?
Neos has personally experienced and witnessed too many upper and lower limit operations in human history. His children can only be said to have fluctuated during this period but not exceeded the limit.

There were too many events that were enough to cause resentment. Neos believed that what he did to the Primarchs was within a reasonable range. If he were in their place, he would not be so resentful.

But it doesn't matter.

The Lord of Mankind does not intend to delve into the emotional connection between the two. He will focus on the battlefield itself and let his fists speak - the way the Emperor is most accustomed to speaking.

First came the weakening spells cast by Malcador, Or Persson, and Magnus.

Malcador was muttering something. The old man who had just been injured did not use his own power directly. He cleverly used the psychic fields of all the primarchs present to connect their meridians and form a large restrictive magic circle.

Neos curled his lips. Malcador could indeed do that. When designing the Primarchs, they designed similar subspace surfaces for all Primarchs.

And Malcador knew this.

Magnus, who was opposite Malcador, immediately turned the page and followed Malcador's footsteps. At this moment, the two Alpha Plus psychics exerted their strength at the same time -

On normal days, this would be enough to crack an entire planet, but now, the two wizards simply used their powerful magic power as a psychic restriction field!
Of course, they must do so, for a simple reason. If they don't first restrict the space here, no one can defeat Neos' infinite, non-pre-swing, non-CD, non-chanting teleportation!
Even so, Neos can use teleportation after paying a certain price.

The Emperor looked at Malcador. The old man had obviously used all his life's knowledge. The magic circle under the tip of his staff was extremely perfect. He even introduced some of Hades' water as a support.

This was a move that Malcador may have originally intended to use against Slaanesh.

If the formation was broken in advance, Neos could still escape.

but……

Neos looked back slightly. At this moment, Or Persson was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, and every word he said was full of blood.

Behind him, Angron placed his hand on Orr's back, and the psychic light lit up - Angron also gave Orr the Tears of Aisha given by Mortarion.

It became difficult to move at this moment. If it were anyone else, they would have exploded and died at this moment, and the resonance of the secret words and witchcraft would even spread to other corners of their lives.

But this was the Emperor, and so the Lord of Mankind felt only a slight difficulty in moving.

Neos did not move. He waited for his offspring to make a move in order to save the necessary energy.

[I will watch you regret it...]

Mortarion screamed. As the Primarch with the strongest defense and the one who was best at defending the main battlefield, the Pale Lord swung his scythe forward without hesitation. The heavy scythe whistled through the air and went straight to the Emperor's neck!

At the same time, the Blood King also flapped his wings, and the spear in his hand rushed into the emperor's blind spot, and the spear was as ghostly as a snake!

A sonic boom sounded! Following closely behind Sanguinius, the flying axe of Angron, Lord of the Red Sand, also exploded into a sonic boom cloud in the narrow room.

All of this happened in just a split second - when masters fight, life and death often decide in an instant!
Neos thought for a moment.

Malcador spat out a mouthful of blood and began to pour his power into the center of the formation. The suppression formation he and Magnus formed also reached its strongest point at this moment. The warp became a entity like a towering mountain range and pressed towards the Lord of Mankind.

It seems that I can't hide anymore.

Neos thought, and under the pressure of Anyan that was like trillions of atmospheres, he casually took a step to the side.

With just one step, the sickle brushed past his face.

The raised rows of bone spurs on the sickle blade scratched his cheek, and about a few milliliters of blood would seep out 4.7 seconds later. It was of course poisonous, but the Lord of Mankind was not afraid.

Then, Neos clasped his empty left hand behind his back, and a clanging, cold spear shaft appeared in his hand in an instant. The spear that Sanguinius stabbed at him suddenly stopped at a very high speed!
But Sanguinius himself was still moving forward due to the huge inertia, and the spear shaft rubbed against the archangel's hand helmet, creating bright sparks. So Neos let go again, and looked sideways at Sanguinius, who lost his balance and flew out from his side.

Looks like a collision with Mortarion.

Hopefully they won't argue afterwards.

The Emperor thought, and squatted down suddenly, the battle axe swirling over him. At this moment, his free left hand reached up again and accurately grasped the chain that Angron had wrapped around the handle of the battle axe.

"come over."

The Emperor said that he was not going to let go this time. With his mortal body, he easily grasped the chain that weighed a thousand pounds. Then the Lord of Red Sand felt his feet lighten -

He flew up.

Now, with the Lord of Mankind on the dining table in the center of the room as the center of the circle, Angron will fly around the room. The Lord of Red Sand wants to get rid of the chain wrapped around his arm armor, but how can the Emperor let him succeed? The Lord of Mankind's psychic power has already melted the chain onto his arm armor.

Fly, fly.

Neos thought that the first target of the Flying Angron was Magnus—

He was pleased to see that the red-skinned giant was successfully knocked away after screaming, and the Lord of Mankind did not leave them much time to react.

It was not until 7 milliseconds after Magnus and Angron were flying together that Sanguinius, after a failed attempt at emergency braking, collided with Mortarion, and then they tumbled backwards together like a bowling ball and a bowling pin.

Because Magnus escaped from the battle midway, Malcador suffered a backlash and spurted out blood from his mouth, but the Lord of Mankind had no time to appreciate it at the moment, because sharp claws were stabbing at him on both sides of his head.

Neos let go of Angron and watched his two Red Sons roll out like bowling balls, and then a fierce golden flame lit up, and the darkness screamed and melted before it could pierce him.

Neos did not like such trivial means as assassination.

The Lord of Mankind thought indifferently. He looked up at Mortarion and Sanguinius who had crashed into the wall and finally stopped in a panic, as well as Magnus who could not stop cursing.

Oh, because there is no wing braking, Magnus and Angron are still tumbling.

Two burning firebirds fell from the sky, tumbling and flapping on the ground. The flames drove away all the darkness where they could hide. The one who shouted loudly was Conrad, and the one who shouted less was Corax.

"ended."

The Lord of Mankind said calmly, clapping his hands casually,
Until this moment, the place on his cheek where the bone spur had scratched had just begun to ooze out tiny drops of blood. Neos hid his disordered breathing and pulse, and used his psychic power to cover himself with a layer of normalcy.

In fact, he was a little out of breath.

But Neos knew how to make himself look decent. Apart from the blood beads on his cheeks and the dark veins beneath them, everything about him looked fine. Even the corners of his clothes were spotless.

This is the self-cultivation of an old gambler who gambles at the same table with chaos.

If the Primarchs insisted on engaging him in a tug-of-war, Neos could not completely guarantee victory.

His spiritual energy is seriously deficient. He can burst out in bursts, but is not good at sustained combat.

【It’s… not over yet.】

Amid the screams, wails, and curses, an angry voice rang out again, which was undoubtedly from Mortarion.

Neos thought that he was best at killing other people's offspring.

He stumbled down from Sanguinius, and the next moment, white mist rose up, and a huge insect-like creature suddenly appeared in the mist.

[Malcador...Malcador...]

Insects are buzzing.

The two people who were hostile to each other now had a very good understanding of each other. The hunchbacked old man immediately hid in the mist, and the next moment, the magic circle that had just stopped was activated again.

But it is not as weak as before.

In the mist, the golden flames disappeared, and the Primarchs stood up again. It was obvious that the God of Death generously shared his power.

Neos sighed as he looked at everyone who was slowly growing in the mist. This place was being pulled into the quagmire of the Warp, and the Primarchs began to reveal their true nature... It was time.

Neos raised an eyebrow.

"Then come again?"

The sound that responded to him was not the sound that came from a human throat.

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The shining golden sun turned towards them.

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Hades had a hard time describing what he saw.

The main battlefield was completely pulled into the subspace. Compared with the wonderful and fascinating scenes in the physical world, the scenes in the subspace were more abstract and difficult to understand with normal consciousness.

The different realms of the Primarch rose within the Golden Kingdom, and the kings within the realms marched together towards the sun hanging in the sky. Mist, blood, darkness, red soil... eroded the golden kingdom.

He saw giant bone-white insects, demons dripping with blood, warriors with an empty and transparent heart, turning pages of books, strange black birds flickering in the shadows, and eyeless people wailing in the night.

He also saw Malcador, who was dressed in a ridiculous Mona Lisa-like robe.

But the golden sun only focused on his offspring, shining its sunlight on them and inflicting pain on them.

Several times, the Pale Lord and the Blood King arrived at His feet. The mist and blood tried to climb up, but were burned away again and again. The question remained - how can ants defeat the sun?
There is only one who can truly hurt the sun.

Hades lowered his hands and waited quietly.

Finally, I don’t know how much time has passed in the subspace, maybe only a moment, maybe forever, but no matter what, the cafeteria that was forcibly upgraded slowly landed and returned to the dimension it was supposed to be in.

Now, the dust finally slowly falls to the ground.

The Lord of Mankind still stood in his original position, smiling, with slightly dirty corners of his clothes, and beneath him, many Primarchs were lying in a mess, most of them looking like they were in a state of drunkenness.

"What a pity. It was just a little bit short."

Neos said,
Perhaps he was telling the truth, Malcador panted and clutched his staff, hunched over and stared at the Lord of Mankind. After all, this old bastard was a guy who would pretend to have won if he only had one drop of blood.

no no……

Mortarion struggled to get up, but he felt that his body could not keep up with his overly huge soul, and it became extremely difficult to control himself.

His other brothers were in a similar state.

Do not……

Mortarion struggled. They still had a chance, still had a chance!

The Pale Lord struggled frantically, he was unwilling to let it end like this! He was so close several times, just so close!!!
In his dizzy vision, he saw the Lord of Mankind patting the corners of his clothes, jumping lightly off the table, and preparing to leave.

Who else, who else can help? ? ? !

Guilliman...

No… Guilliman let it go.

Then... it is...

【Hades.】/"Hades."

A mouthful of blood oozed from the corner of Makado's mouth, and the gloomy-looking old man finally sighed deeply.

"Come on, Hades."

Makado said,

The smile on Neos's lips disappeared instantly.

"The battle is over."

The Lord of Mankind said, staring at Malcador in disbelief, as if he had been stabbed in the back.
"You can't afford to play."

"Correct."

Malcador laughed sinisterly, and the next moment, everyone heard a loud shout and the surging underworld water that almost overturned the subspace here.

"Finally it's me!"

boom!
Dust flew everywhere, and a big hole appeared in the middle of the ceiling. Hades, who was squatting in the middle of the remains of the broken dining table, appeared in everyone's sight, holding a sickle in one hand and a strange mechanical sage in the other.

"Come and fight, Neos!"

The Lord of Mankind stared at Hades, as if asking if he really wanted to collude with the Primarchs?

Hades decisively gave an affirmative answer with his eyes.

Neos turned slowly, he sighed deeply, tiredly, and then -

"……All right."

The Lord of Mankind said.

The next moment, before anyone could react—Neos ran away!

(End of this chapter)