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

Chapter 739 183. Who doesn’t want to be a human being?

【Terra】

[I still think this is all just a dream.]

The Lord of the Empire, Robouti Guilliman, said calmly, blinking his blue eyes. The Primarch sat at his desk, as if he had just woken up from a nap.

Only his blond hair was a little messy and a blanket that was too big hung in front of his legs.

【This is not a dream.】

The Pale Lord opposite him spoke hoarsely. Mortarion's bone helmet was full of cracks, and there seemed to be some bruises on his face.

The Pale Lord's mist gushed out of the gas mask. Guilliman squinted and saw the poison gas spraying on the pile of documents.

The good news was that the papers were protected by Guilliman, so they would not be corroded by the Pale Lord's poison gas, but would instead use the words on them to sting Mortarion's eyes.

【So,】

Guilliman spread his hands.
[I have no memory of arriving here - what happened after that dinner? ]

Mortarion opposite him was silent for a second. After a cautious silence, Mortarion moved aside to make way for Hades.

"Uh,"

Hades scratched his head and looked at Guilliman, not knowing how to describe what happened last night.

After a brief dizziness, the Primarchs gradually recovered from the state of being unable to control their bodies, but Guilliman, who had the most psychic growth, was unable to recover.

The Lord of Mankind obviously still had not given up on winning over the Primarchs, so Hades was forced to witness a not very successful family speech - of course, Neos's speech was eventually interrupted.

Guilliman suddenly stood up and refused the support from Neos. The Lord of the Empire had a righteous look on his face, as if he was about to rush to the battlefield and sacrifice himself in the next second.

Although his unsteady steps betrayed that the Primarch had not yet regained his sanity.

So everyone watched Guilliman leave, and a tacit understanding was established. The Primarchs followed Guilliman on tiptoe, hoping to see where he would go.

Then, there was no doubt.

Hades spread his hands, and he could tell that Guilliman had found his own office on the second floor directly and accurately, and staggered to pick up the file.

At that time, before Hades could say "this boy is so terrifying", he saw Guilliman slowly falling down again.

This actually made them all feel relieved. If Guilliman could still work in this state - it would be an extremely terrifying thing.

Looking at Guilliman slumped in front of his desk, Malcador at the front of the crowd sighed and patted the Emperor who was standing against the door frame. The Runecaster, who had regained his old self, shook his head and was the first to leave.

Ol Persson followed Macador cautiously.

[…I feel a little sad. What on earth did our brother go through? ]

Vulkan spoke and wiped his eyes, and in response he received a sneer from Mortarion. The Fire Dragon Lord stepped forward and wanted to do something for Guilliman. Vulkan was a little at a loss, but in the end he chose to cover Guilliman with a blanket.

Angron patted Vulkan on the shoulder. Perhaps the Lord of Red Sand thought that Guilliman needed a rest, so he signaled Vulkan to leave and grabbed Conrad's collar and pulled him out with one hand.

Corax followed them and left together.

Magnus did not follow them out, but after a brief silence in the room, Magnus touched his nose and quietly left the room.

【Are you satisfied with this scene? 】

Sanguinius spoke softly, leaning against a pillar and looking at Neos with a look of half smile and half anger.

"..."

"Congratulations on defeating me."

Neos applauded, the applause was steady and crisp.

“That changed my opinion of you.”

The Archangel choked at this statement, and Sanguinius looked like he wanted to say something, but he just shook his head.

【I hope you really think so. 】

The archangel spoke his words word by word, and then disappeared into the long corridor.

The Emperor solemnly stopped the applause.

"You're not going to leave?"

The Emperor suddenly asked, and Hades shook his head decisively.

"At least I won't leave you alone with Guilliman."

Hades said simply,

"Or you and I can guard him together."

Neos smiled, skipping Hades' sharp words, and looked at Finus.
"What's your business?"

【Please remember Rogal Dorn. 】

Finus said mechanically, then bowed and left the room.

"This matter should be left to you."

The Emperor looked at Mortarion and Hades and spread his hands.
"The time has come. Wake him up—but it's you. I don't have much strength right now."

【I also hope you are telling the truth. 】

Mortarion stared at Neos without blinking, and Neos made a question mark at him, as if asking why he didn't leave.

【I want to give you another sickle. 】

Mortarion said decisively.

"So,"

Neos said calmly,

"Go out and fight - at least we shouldn't alarm Guilliman now. Hades, you are responsible for continuing to guard the warp here."

Mortarion and Hades exchanged glances and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. It stands to reason that the Lord of Mankind might be compassionate, but it is completely impossible for the Lord of Mankind to be so compassionate.

But in reality, there is nothing illogical about the Emperor's actions. The offspring who truly defeated him has appeared, which is exactly what he happily hoped for.

After a defeat, the first thing the entity known as the Emperor needs to do is to ensure that his "throne" falls firmly on the winner.

There cannot be any omissions in the process. This is a scene that the Lord of Mankind never wants to see. Robert Guilliman's transformation at this moment is obviously the highest priority.

Even Hades thought that Neos might want to scold Guilliman as a slave master.

The light golden ocean receded, and the Underworld Sea rolled in, taking over the Warp wall here. Hades watched Mortarion and Neos go away, and his eyes twitched. Uh, it seemed that Sanguinius didn't go too far.

It seems that he wants to have a second game with Neos.

Hades thought, and then he received a message from the King of Figures, Trazyn.

"The picture quality is clear, and good people will have a peaceful life."

? ? ? ? ? ?
Hades frowned and asked in question.

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

Hades, who was dozing off against the wall, suddenly slipped away. He opened his eyes abruptly and saw Mortarion, whose face was gray and dark, walking back slowly.

He was beaten really badly.

Hades frowned and shook his head. Receiving his ridicule, Mortarion decisively rolled his eyes at Hades.

"Aren't you going to go back and rest?"

Hades asked, and Mortarion coughed and leaned against the wall next to Guilliman's desk like a door god.

"Guard him for one night," Mortarion said calmly, and then immediately added a sentence to make it clear that he was not doing this because of his personal relationship with Guilliman.

"For the Empire."

In fact, no one went far. It was already late at night. On the balcony at the end of the corridor, Konrad was hanging upside down and howling like a complaint, while Corax, Angron and Vulkan were chatting happily. They all had the more moderate outlook among the Primarchs.

In the palace garden, Malcador bent down, picked up a handful of soil and handed it to Or Persson. The old man stood up and watched coldly as Neos staggered out from the corner of the palace maze.

On the outer wall of the palace, on the eaves where all kinds of monsters were squatting, broken feathers were flying, and new down feathers were growing from under the gray feathers. Sanguinius looked up at the crescent moon. The broken and cold edge of the moon was sharp, but it was not looking at him.

In the large archive above Guilliman's office, the Red Lord strolled through it, and Magnus seemed to be looking for documents related to decompression;
At the other end of the large data room, which he had not yet noticed, Finus had temporarily reconnected to the Nirvana system. A huge flow of information was transmitted, and the Primarch began to work in order to assist Guilliman in his next work.

On the desk next to the body of Finus who was waiting with his eyes closed, a group photo stood there quietly. The silver-haired Primarch was smiling like a flower, looking at the Medusa people.

It’s a pity that things and people have changed.

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[Eye of Silence]

This is really not a good place to be.

Dull gray hair burst out from the hood in a messy manner. Fulgrim shook his wrist subconsciously, and the bracelet given to him by the green-skinned wizard Magboy was still on it.

But for some reason, perhaps because of the stronger anti-psychic stance within the Eye of Silence, the bracelet's luster has faded a lot, as if something is missing.

I don't know how those greenskins are doing now.

Fulgrim thought of the Primarch, leaning on a piece of industrial waste steel as a scepter, standing in the wilderness, squinting at the towering black stone obelisk standing in the distance.

There are some signs of human activity on this planet, which is why Fulgrim is here.

…………

Still too late?

The Primarch took off his hood. Although the Blackstone Obelisk had long been scrapped due to overload, the anti-psychic energy on it still made the Primarch feel uncomfortable. Fulgrim raised his eyes and looked at several human skeletons near the Blackstone Obelisk.

Through the remaining emblems and mechanical creations, the Primarch determined that this was a group of Hades Cult members who came for pilgrimage and scientific research, but they eventually stopped at the vast Underworld Sea.

To die in the last embers of Hades before he rests in peace is a blessing for his believers.

Such teams were not uncommon in the Eye of Silence. The Cult of Hades even established crude supply points on certain planets. It was thanks to the supply points of the Cult of Hades that the Primarch was able to continue moving forward - to Cadia, to the bones of Fenus.

Fulgrim bypassed the skeletons and climbed into the Blackstone Obelisk, wanting to see if there was anything he could use, or perhaps just to check if the Blackstone Obelisk could continue to operate.

With the Primarch's excellent hearing, Fulgrim keenly heard the hum of some kind of instrument. He walked carefully among the mess on the ground. The Undead creations were violently broken open, and the cables pulled back extended out and gathered underground.

Absurdly, inside the Necrons' Black Stone Obelisk, Fulgrim saw a human tombstone.

The words engraved on it are,

[I chose this place not because I wanted to get close to you, but because I wanted to keep you, traitor - if you return, you will face my trenches.]

The signature below was blurred by mud. Fugen reached out his hand, brushed away the mud, and saw the unclear High Gothic words.

[Come here, I am the last loyal Iron Warrior. I choose to live in pain. If he comes back and wakes me up, I will become the Imperial Shield who knows him best and provide you with help.]

This short text without rhetoric or aesthetics shocked the Primarch, as it implied a greater existence. As for Fulgrim, he completely gave up the grand narrative in order to support himself in moving forward.

Fulgrim dug the soil tremblingly and saw a cryostat of such an old model that it had been eliminated for thousands of years. Inside it, an Iron Warrior was sleeping peacefully.

It's Dantioch.

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【Terra】

【I guess I’m not too hungry for now? 】

Guilliman rubbed his eyebrows. He was still in a state of just waking up from a hangover, but it was obvious that his primarch brothers had no intention of letting him go. Angron walked into the office almost at the moment when Guilliman woke up, regained consciousness, and was about to talk to someone, bringing a tray of breakfast with him.

"I can do it for you."

Hades raised his hand and cleared the table of the breakfast Angron had brought him.

[You should eat something to replenish your energy - but it depends on your mood. ]

Angron raised an eyebrow and sat down on Guilliman's desk naturally.

What are you going to do next?

【Deal with the accumulated official business.】

Guilliman answered without hesitation:
【certainly,】

The Lord of the Empire raised one hand, still rubbing his brow with the other. For some reason, Guilliman felt the back of his head was particularly warm, and it seemed that something had been dripped on his cheek, but to his surprise, this feeling actually relieved his pain.

The Great Guilliman said solemnly,

[I know that I need to finalize the next direction for this behemoth, as well as reappoint and assign the top leadership. I need to have one-on-one conversations with each of our brothers, understand their wishes, and assign their positions.]

"Give me your breakfast. You don't need to worry about the Mechanicus next."

Hades said again, the only difference was his expression was serious—

To prove that he really wanted Guilliman's breakfast, Mortarion reached out and used the mist transport method on the plate of food.

[Now you don't need to help Guilliman manage the Mechanicus. 】

Mortarion said, his eyes calm.

[Let's go back to the Storm Star Region - Guilliman, you don't have to manage the Storm Star Region from now on. ]

【I unilaterally reject your proposal. 】

Guilliman looked calm. He stared at his breakfast disappearing and said word by word,

[You can’t go back and be your own king.]

What if I insist on doing this?

Mortarion challenged, and the next moment the Pale Lord saw the golden flames burning in Guilliman's eyes.

What could Guilliman do to him?
Mortarion scoffed.

……

When Mortarion reacted, he felt extremely tired. The Pale Lord found himself sitting at his desk, holding a pen in his hand, and next to him was a stack of revised documents.

【…? 】

Mortarion's pupils trembled, and then he saw Karas, with a look of death on his face, walk into the office and throw a stack of documents at him -

"?!"

"You finally woke up?"

Karas suddenly spoke. He looked at Mortarion, who looked bewildered, and instantly understood everything. Karas sneered.
"You have been working for seven consecutive days. Thanks to you, all the Primarchs are now working in an orderly manner. A new great slave master has appeared, sitting on the highest throne of Terra."

[Wait, Hades—Hades didn’t help me?!]

Mortarion shouted in surprise. He slammed the table and stood up, but the sneer on Karas's face told the truth to the Primarch.
"Seven days off."

Karas said, stabbing the knife mercilessly,
"Plus the permanent settlement rights of Macragge Honor Citizens, haha, Mortarion."

The truth of the matter is that Guilliman's psychic powers were too tightly bound to Mortarion's, and Hades was unable to separate them without harming Mortarion's soul.

As for why Guilliman's psychic energy is so tightly bound to the Pale Lord's psychic energy, even - Guilliman's psychic energy is so tightly bound to all the Primarchs.

The reason is simple. As I said before, Neos will ensure that the true winner stays firmly on his throne.

(End of this chapter)