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

Chapter 733 177. Sweating

long time ago.

Long before most humans were born, Neos, as a human, realized a truth that permeates the universe and time.

That is - the loser bears everything.

Unfortunately, he was the loser today.

The kind that can't be escaped.

....................................

【I am. 】

A tall, pale, dejected man emerged from the mist, and his thin, non-human hand gently rested on Neos' shoulder.

Without even a glance at Neos, Mortarion clapped his hand threateningly on the Emperor's shoulder, and the Pale Lord sat directly in the seat prepared for him in the silent hall.

They sat on the left and right sides of the Lord of Mankind, Sanguinius making a frivolous and sarcastic gesture, while Mortarion sat in his seat like a puppet, laughing eerily.

"I am glad to see you caught, my friend."

Malcador, who stepped out of the photo frame with ease, said mockingly. The old man looked energetic. He took off his hood with his wrinkled hands.

The dim hood fell down, revealing a handsome young man with silver hair.

Macador patted Neos on the shoulder, and with light steps like dancing, he sat down on the seat closest to Neos' right hand side. The boy's eyes shone with a clear golden light, and the corners of his mouth had never been lowered since he came in.

"you are happy."

Neos said, but before he could finish his sentence, another middle-aged man interrupted him.
"I'm happy too, haha, Neos."

Ol Persson was wearing a simple military uniform and had the lowest rank. He pulled the brim of his hat, patted Neos on the shoulder, and then chose a seat on the left.

"Thank God."

Ole said casually,
The Emperor saw the gleaming silver cross on Orr's chest from the corner of his eye.
"How ironic."

The Lord of Mankind spoke with a sigh, but his emotion was once again drowned out by the noise. Angron, who was carrying the Red Lord, fell in here with Magnus.

[You're already in! Stop struggling——Magnus!!!]

Angron roared. Magnus, who was held in his arms, was still struggling with his eyes closed. Magnus was unwilling to step into the black realm, so Angron helped him.

[How is this possible?! I know what it feels like to be swallowed by the black domain. How is it possible that I am still alive? - Angron - let me go?!]

【Open your eyes and look!!!】

Angron shouted helplessly. Magnus was much stronger than he had imagined. The Lord of Red Sand was almost thrown to the ground by Magnus. In desperation, Angron suddenly propped up the back of his chair with his hands.

That was the one Neos was sitting on, using it to adjust their center of gravity.

"Magnus, calm down."

At this time, Hades opposite Neos spoke as if watching a fun event, and Magnus stopped trying to resist with psychic power. When he saw the structure here, Magnus was briefly stunned for a moment, and then immediately restored his politeness.

[I just - I am a little afraid of the black area. ]

Magnus explained, and then immediately found an inconspicuous place to sit down as if escaping. Angron also breathed a sigh of relief, patted Magnus with a happy smile, and then sat next to Mortarion.

【Sorry, I hope we are not too late. 】

Two pale, tall black figures who looked like twins walked in at the same time, one was more noble and profound, the other was more frivolous and crazy.

【You don't have to be polite to them. 】

Conrad chuckled mockingly. He walked to both sides of Neos almost synchronously with Curze. Conrad put his claws on Neos' shoulders without hesitation, and his sharp nails tore through the fabric of his clothes.

What a pleasure.

In sharp contrast to Conrad was Corax. Darkness enveloped the face of the Lord of Ravens. In the pitch-black darkness where no one could see, Corax frowned slightly, then politely placed his hand on the corner of the chair.

"Sit wherever you like."

Hades said, and the seventh and eighth visitors took their seats.

"Now... who else do we need?"

Hades said, looking at the empty long table, he decided to go back to the kitchen to get something - anyway, he had just poured a cup of golden coffee for Neos.

"You guys chat first, I'll be back soon."

Hades said, and the Primarchs responded to him with different expressions, but they were all expressions of gratitude.

【Fainus and Guilliman.】

Mortarion said, but then he added, meaninglessly,
[But whether they come or not may not make any difference - we can start the denunciation meeting against the Lord of Humanity in advance.]

【That would be a very good idea.】

Opposite Mortarion, Sanguinius agreed with a gentle smile. He was facing Mortarion, but the scarlet corner of his eyes was fixed on Neos.

"Wait, I have an objection."

Neos suddenly raised his arms.
"What do you want to do to me?"

"Let you repent." Ol Persson held the cross.

"Let you atone for your sins." Bored, Malcador curled his silver hair and held his chin.

<Imprison you.> Sanguinius said, without blinking.

[Torture you~] Conrad said, with the curve of his mouth widening.

[See you clearly...] Angron muttered.

[I will punish you.] Corax said softly.

[Uh, wait, maybe you guys are taking this a little too far.] Magnus said, but no one paid any attention to him.

【Divide you.】

Mortarion's voice was the last to ring out, and the room suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Divide me?"

Neos spread out his hands, and his reflection fell on the surface of the coffee he had taken a sip of.

"I have promised you your share - I give you power, almost for free."

Where in the world can there be such a good thing!

Neos thought indignantly that there were too many people in the world who longed for supreme power, and they were even willing to give up everything they had for it, and Neos even gave his power to them for free - what an ungrateful bunch!

How could a father voluntarily raise his sword and kill himself just to make way for his offspring? How could there be such a harmonious abdication of power after hundreds of millions of years of monarchs ruling and ministers serving and fathers serving and sons serving?

【not enough. 】

Mortarion said calmly that the Pale Lord had obviously entered some kind of debt collection state.

[You just want to leave, but we will never let you do that. The Empire still needs the Emperor, and the front still needs soldiers, but you just want to leave - you don't consider the flood that will come after you leave. How shameless, how irresponsible.]

"So you want to judge me and determine my subsequent labor?"

Neos tilted his head, his golden eyes sparkling, and he stared at Mortarion without blinking. An inexplicable pressure came over him, and even the Primarch, whom Neos had not been looking at, felt the inexplicable pressure.

But Mortarion simply responded to Neos without moving.

【Exactly. 】

The Pale Lord said so, and immediately the pressure disappeared, and Neos slumped in the chair helplessly.

At this time, Hades's voice came from the kitchen.

"Don't fight—I'll kill anyone who fights here!"

【Don’t worry! It won’t happen! 】

Angron responded, Mortarion grumbled a few words of dissatisfaction, but the Emperor started to work again. After thinking for a moment, Neos spoke again, he was already making a final struggle.

"I know what you mean - in that case, why not have your other brothers come over to discuss this together."

Without waiting for anyone else to respond, the Emperor raised his hand, and the picture of the Dragon's Eye appeared behind him. The Fire Dragon Lord, who had not been seen among the Primarchs for a long time, stepped out from the huge picture frame.

The bright green jade was mixed with thick black rock, and the raging flames licked the war hammer, and the vigorous vitality could be seen almost without perception.

[My Lord, what are you calling me for——huh?!]

The big black man who was summoned looked at his brothers who were sitting at the table with a little surprise. Vulkan blinked, a little confused.

[I don’t understand——]

"Help me defend myself."

Neos crossed his arms and spoke in a serious tone.

【Defend? Defend what? 】

Lorgar was still practicing asceticism - he vowed to cleanse his soul with his own faith, so Neos was completely unable to deploy his devout Primarch, and the number of powerful generals who could defend him was suddenly reduced by one.

Vulkan asked in surprise, but at this time his eyes were already looking at Mortarion who was waving him over. Seeing that the Emperor did not stop him, the dragon sat down next to Mortarion.

There was no Finus or Fulgrim here, whom he was more familiar with.

"I wish to transfer the power of governing the Imperium to the Primarchs - but your brothers are clearly unwilling."

Extradition powers?

Vulkan had heard something about this matter. As one of the people guarding the Webway beside the Lord of Mankind, he knew that the Emperor had been working on this matter a long time ago.

[This is a good thing, why...]

Vulkan's unfinished words were interrupted by Mortarion's gaze.
This is indeed a good thing.

The Pale Lord said with a gloomy face,
[But he wanted to just walk away - this is the real point, Ni, O, S, you just want to leave like this? ]

The Lord of Fire Dragon suddenly turned back and looked at the Lord of Humanity.

[Are you finally going to find Horus? ]

Vulkan asked, ignoring the sudden darkening of Sanguinius's face, and continued to ask,
[What about Alpha and Omega? I've also been looking for Fulgrim's whereabouts recently.]

Neos coughed awkwardly a few times.
"In fact, I have recovered part of Horus' soul."

He said calmly,
"But he's in such bad shape that he's not meant to be stable - I may need to focus on repairing his soul for a long time."

[Is this why you left in a hurry? ]

Conrad put his hands on the table and turned his head downward 180 degrees.

【Exactly. 】

Sanguinius replied with a dark face. It seemed that because of his unstable state, the archangel's mouth was filled with blood.
[Partiality - this is the true face of our father whom we once loved. He is indeed not perfect, because no perfect person would be partial to such an extent.]

"This is my own choice."

Neos said calmly, switching to a face without any expression.

"As I explained to you at first, I cannot possibly give you the same attention; who to discard and who to take up is not for me to decide - but my few feelings will allow me to make up for it as much as possible afterwards."

He could also sacrifice himself, his life, his strength, everything...it didn't matter, but this bet had to be won, it was that simple.

So you don't intend to make it up to us.

Corax said softly after a long silence.

"I made it up to you guys."

Neos said firmly,

"I gave you power and strength - the best gift from an old king, but you all felt it was a burden. I don't understand why you have become what you are now. Ten thousand years ago, many of you would have coveted the title of Warmaster."

[Because we see it clearly, it’s that simple! ]

Angron said suddenly, he stood up, interrupting the Primarchs' questions, he greeted Hades who was holding a drink tower,
【grateful!】

The Lord of Red Sand helped Hades set out drinks as he spoke. The others also started to move, except Neos, who sat in the center, standing still.

"I tried to prepare something you could all drink, specific to your… uh… smell?"

【You can just say the taste. 】

Mortarion said calmly, holding the flat wine bottle handed to him by Hades. There was a familiar smell in the slightly dirty bottle.

“Well, it’s the taste actually.”

Hades said, holding a cup of coffee and sitting at the best viewing position beside the long table. He also prepared a cup of coffee for himself, but unlike Neos's, his cup was completely bitter, without the slightest fragrance.

"I'm curious, which of us tastes the best?"

Machado slowly and methodically swirled his champagne glass, the clear, slightly golden liquid swaying in it.

"..."

Hades was silent.

To be fair, this is indeed a difficult question to answer. Hades is not a person who is used to savoring the taste carefully. He is used to swallowing other people's souls directly.

If we have to break it down, Mortarion's soul tastes like his poisonous wine, but the texture is dry and choking ashes; Magnus's soul is more brilliant and intense, and tastes like sunlight falling on the pages of a book; Sanguinius is pure blood mixed with the taste of organs; Konrad Curze makes him feel like he is eating moss that is growing wildly in a dark corner, and it is splattered with blood, and the fragments of soul are still screaming wildly in his hands.

Apart from that, Angron's soul was like warm water, with no taste at all except for the heat, which sometimes made Hades feel quite good; Corax's soul tasted less, and if one had to describe it, it would be like the coolness of rain in the dark night - and of course, there was also the Lord of Mankind's soul.

Hades can accurately describe the true flavor of Neos's psychic energy, which is -

pain.

It was absolutely painful, the golden flames burned his throat, and it took great courage to swallow it. As long as Neos didn't want anyone to absorb his spiritual power, he would hurt the person who stole his spiritual power in a thousand ways.

After hesitating for a long time, Hades said carefully,

"Maybe Magnus?"

This sentence was followed by Magnus's wailing.

【I ask you to find someone else! 】

Magnus wailed, and Mortarion stared at Magnus gloomily.

Hades smiled casually. He thought of something interesting and said jokingly,
"But none as good as Nurgle."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at him sideways. Now Hades was definitely the most ruthless person.

Hades was about to say a few more words, but the latecomer interrupted him.

In this house, the twelfth visitor arrived, and golden flames ignited, illuminating the metal sides.

[Sorry I'm late - I met up with Roboute Guilliman to discuss some matters.]

Finus Manus said this without any emotion, he walked straight past the Emperor and found an empty seat to sit down.

[Sorry, sorry! I'm late too. ]

The thirteenth son and the thirteenth visitor finally arrived. The king with the crown on his head smiled apologetically. His handsome face was set against the sapphire blue, which made people respect him.

Hades heard Malcador chuckle quietly, almost inaudibly.

"Thirteenth...Jesus, it's time for you to accept betrayal."

Guilliman looked at everyone apologetically, and then, as if without even realizing it, he patted Neos on the shoulder and sat down in the second seat to Neos' right.

Who could be the one who actually stabbed you, Neos?

(End of this chapter)