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

Chapter 830 [272.] Ruth was the first to be suspected
【Stop?】

There was an indistinct whisper coming from the exclusive private communication channel. Guilliman frowned tightly.

[I have tried to contact Malcador, but the Empire's existing communication methods cannot contact the Magic Patterner. Perhaps you can try.]

Guilliman paused for a moment.

[But I don't think that Malcador and the Outer Ones can be easily slowed down. It is not easy to lure a complete Star God. ]

There was another crackling sound from the communication channel, mixed with unclear words.

“…&%￥”

[No... no no no, I suggest you move ahead of time. I know this is a little difficult - OK, remember to report your coordinates to the Empire at any time.]

The communication was finally interrupted by the hoarse roar of the Tyranids. Guilliman sighed. They were able to contact Hades only because of the unique ability of the Star God. Under the premise that the Silent King cut off the battlefields on both sides, the Human Empire needed to reach the other battlefield as soon as possible.

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Another fate line

The culprit who caused chaos on the battlefield between the Empire and the Necrons had no idea what his decision had brought to the other side.

Nor would he shed any tears for Malcador who was running and wailing.

The individual representing "humanity" was standing on a desolate planet at this moment. The strong wind caused by the huge temperature difference was blowing wildly on his face and blowing up Neos' long hair, but it could not hide the flames of anger in his eyes.

He could not understand, or rather could not accept what his other self did. Standing on a desolate frontier planet in the territory of the Chaos Empire, the Emperor's eyes were always fixed in the direction of Terra.

The eagle and wolf he released in advance have also arrived.

"You're late."

The golden-eyed emperor stared at the Milky Way in front of him expressionlessly, and the Milky Way also stared at him. The two giants' footsteps dragged on the ground, creating a deep and a shallow pit on the barren planet.

【Sorry, my Lord, but we are here in the end.】

The Wolf King spoke with a lisp, a long, old scar tearing across his jaw, and Leman Russ knelt immediately without any hesitation.

【Perhaps someone else came late. 】

The dusty overlord from the grassland spoke word by word, Chagatai stared at the emperor, and after a brief silence, he chose to kneel beside his brother.

"Get up, no need for pleasantries."

The emperor paused, and then he quickly added the next sentence, his tone was hurried and shallow,

"I really want to ask you about the source of your old injuries, but now is not the time to reminisce. I need to know more crucial information about this inverted fate."

Rus and Chagatai's eyes were both filled with astonishment. The Emperor explained? Or perhaps the "concern" contained in just a few syllables was beyond their expectations.

The two people who were exiled to another line of destiny are still unaware of Neos' past, but the dramatic experience has indeed left new marks on the sculpture named "Neos".

The dissatisfaction that was very obvious in Chagatai's eyes disappeared a little, and Russ spoke directly,
[Time and fate, big and small, have come to a cruel winter here, but the good news is that the cycle remains the same. 】

【All it takes is a thunderclap just before spring arrives. 】

Time and fate are both circles. All stories and people, big and small, have come to the end. They are about to enter the spring when flowers bloom. When the spring sun rises, Pluto can break the cycle of fate and step into a new spiral staircase.

Khan continued, looking at the scar on Rus's jaw.

[Our plan did not go very smoothly. Because of too much contact with "Leon" here, Ruth was the first to be suspected. ]

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Another fate line

【past】

"I sense that you are displeased with some of your offspring, my Lord."

"Number Six is ​​so naughty and vulgar that I don't think I ever planted such seeds in his genome."

The Emperor sat at his desk, which was filled with books of all sizes and his collections. Among them was an oversized human skull, which was his latest collection. The skull's empty eye sockets stared at the Emperor, with the blood of the War of Unification dripping in them.

The [Emperor] raised his eyes, and the imperfect and overly cruel skull was reflected in his calm brown eyes.

"He's too close to Number One."

He allows incomplete products, but does not overly indulge the spread of inferior products. Inferior products cannot contaminate the existence of superior products.

Malcador coughed a few times, but he felt that the temperament of Number Six was more to his liking. Among the Emperor's inhuman offspring, Number Six was obviously more mature, but also unusually dull in some aspects.

Number Six even told Malcador privately that he would prefer the old immortal to call him "Russ" - a name with a slightly strange cultural flavor.

"But I talked to Erda, and she said that in genetic design, number six is ​​the third most loyal among your offspring."

The most loyal person is number one, who will never betray, and the second most loyal person is number eleven.

Number six has a canine gene added to its genes, making it a creature that is naturally loyal to its owner.

This sentence seemed to touch the Emperor, but after a moment the black-haired man just shook his head.
"The genetic codes that were originally set up don't necessarily run benignly. You and I have both experienced the era of iron men. They also had underlying taboos in the beginning, but some iron men still fell into chaos."

The golden flame in the man's eyes flickered.
"My intuition and divine guidance tell me that there is something else going on with No. 6. Besides him, my other descendants are not without suspicion either."

"But they are still loyal to you and to humanity, right?"

[Malcador] slowly moved towards the man in front of the table again. The flickering candlelight in front of the desk illuminated the old man's face. A flash of light flashed across his eyes, which were clouded by old age.

"I can't... My Lord, I don't think Chaos will reach out to them now. This is Terra, the kingdom under your feet. They can't be so presumptuous."

“I’ve been thinking about this.”

The pen in the man's hand tapped rhythmically on the table. The Lord of Mankind was in deep thought. He did not look at the loyal jester who came to see him. Instead, he stared at the wall with empty eyes. It seemed that his gaze penetrated the layers of walls of the Terra Palace and looked at the farther distance.

"The Vast Ocean is not normal."

The Emperor said,

"They should have checked and balanced each other, and the order of the Chaos Octagon should not be broken. But now I have witnessed the disorder between them. Someone has temporarily gained an advantage by using a little cleverness that Haomiaoyang does not approve of."

"This victory will make them even more arrogant. For them, what is impossible? Even if this is Terra?"

The [Emperor] frowned.

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"Little guy...you should behave yourself."

Malcador muttered, and the old man impatiently tried to pull his scepter from the hand of a big fool, but it was obvious that the guy who used the scepter as a teething stick was unwilling to let it go.

[Magic Patterner, let me take another bite. I feel like I need to change my teeth again soon. 】

"You are the original! You can't change your teeth. The only reason you can change your teeth is because you yourself try to use your teeth to chew something harder than your life! Let go!!!"

【Well, you are a bit stingy. 】

Russ reluctantly let go of Malcador's scepter. Ever since he was banished to this fate line by the Emperor from another fate line, he felt that everything was wrong.

This world was neither like his world nor like his. It was like a drunken afternoon when a person suddenly woke up from a deep sleep and found that the whole world was tilted 27° clockwise.

Among them, the one who made Leman Russ feel most unfamiliar and inexplicably frightened was the "Emperor" in this line of destiny.

Although Chagatai Khan, who arrived with him, told him that this was just his illusion -

The Khan, who was accustomed to the strong winds on the grassland, seemed to have a negative impression of the emperor. This king on horseback knew that the imperial family had always been ruthless since ancient times, so he believed that there was no essential difference between the two emperors. Perhaps the only difference was that the emperor on their side was more blatant and more justified in betraying his son.

As for education, Russ believed that the only reason this [Emperor] was more cruel was that their old Emperor Deng did not have time to educate the Primarchs, otherwise Russ would also experience the same parenting methods as Fate Line here.

In terms of cruelty and lack of bottom line, any emperor would make similar choices if necessary.

Well, maybe that's Khan's own subjective opinion.

But Russ still seriously and persistently believed that the Emperor they were facing now was not right.

He suspected that the Chaos of this fateful thread might have interfered with the Emperor's fate and character before, but Russ had no idea what exactly had happened.

The good news is that [Malcador] is still very much like the old man in his memory, both in his scolding and his attitude towards him.

In fact, during the Great Crusade, most of the Primarchs disliked Malcador, and Malcador also tacitly rolled his eyes at most of the Primarchs - this did not include Leman Russ.

Surprisingly, Russ, who was considered a barbarian by the Primarchs, had a good relationship with Malcador. Perhaps it was because Russ knew very well what he was doing. After all, the Wolf Pack generally did dirty work.

"Magic Patterner, when do you think we can see our own army?"

Russ said carelessly, but Malcador's expression was grim behind the shadow of his hood.

"I don't think he's ever promised you his army yet... Russ."

【Isn't this something that will happen sooner or later? 】

Russ shrugged, already knowing what Malcador would say next.

"You should talk less,"

Makado's face was unhappy.
"Number Six, if a word is stupid, then keeping silent is the greatest wisdom. He doesn't like children who talk too much - Number One obviously hates your noise, too."

Russ didn't care. He was about to say that a lion would never be like this. After all, that was [Lion Johnson], who was different from all the Primarchs. [Lion] was [Lion]. No matter what he had experienced, it was just a layer of skin covering his beastly or machine nature.

But then, the wolf king's expression turned a little ugly.

Malcador is hitting him.

He was so sure that [Leon] would not be tired of him, so there must be someone else who would be tired of him.

Ruth suddenly became depressed.

"Well, thank you, Magic Patterner."

Malcador coughed uncomfortably a few times and slammed his scepter heavily on the thick carpet.

"Do you like your father, Russ? Just answer me from the perspective of a son."

Malcador stared at Russ, but saw a wisdom in the eyes of this immature child that was far beyond his mind and age. Russ also stared at Malcador and shook his head slowly and heavily.

"Alright alright."

Malcador muttered to himself, turning around and preparing to leave. The time for education was over. He could not stay in a particular Primarch's room for long.
"I'm sure you're a good kid, Ruth."

Malcador spoke softly, the shadow of the hood over his face becoming even heavier, and his last words before leaving were so quiet that only he could hear them.

"Then he's a bad father."

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【I hope to have honey barbecue for dinner tonight. 】

Taking advantage of the commotion, Russ moved in between his smaller younger brothers, his arms folded, for the Khan wished to keep his distance, and Russ thought that was the right advice, so he was now harassing number fifteen, Magnus.

It's amazing, Russ thought to himself, Vulkan, who had not yet landed on Nocturne, still had white skin (limited edition of Vulcan's different colored skin), but Magnus was now fully cooked, and as red as the baked apple in the mouth of a roast suckling pig.

【Then you can give your suggestion directly to your father. 】

Number 15 whispered that he did not dislike Rus's recklessness. Even though some of the brothers disliked the outgoing Number 6, Number 15 seemed to be born with an initial curiosity and goodwill towards external things.

Russ shook his head vaguely and looked towards the Emperor. He had already been warned by Malcador not to show up again.

Number 15 (Magnus) was not aware of Russ's loss. His intact eyes were fixed on the situation ahead.
Today he led two of his Guards in a fighting match. Hoping to save his Guards, No. 3 (Fulgrim) chose to get himself injured, causing one of the Primarch's arms to break away from his body and spin in the air.

This "reckless" move seemed to shock his opponent, No. 10 (Finus). In a moment of trance, No. 3 seized the opportunity and used his nearly perfect swordsmanship to make up for his tactical recklessness and turned defeat into victory.

This obviously caused No. 10 to fall into a slight confusion. He thought that the wrong tactical choice had obviously proved the failure of No. 3, but in the end it was he who failed because he himself did not expect No. 3's reckless behavior.

The Lord of Mankind is now applauding No. 10's tactics, criticizing No. 3's recklessness but also applauding his courage and determination. He also picks up the bloody arm and sets No. 3's bones.

After all, in most cases, the Emperor is a result-oriented person, and even if he no longer approves of No. 3's choice, No. 3 still wins. But after that, No. 10 (Fenus) will receive even harsher criticism because he failed under the premise of correct tactics.

Perhaps it is indeed true that Number Ten cannot be blamed, because this is the first time that his brother has received such harm. In previous education and competition, most of the casualties were the first-class guards of the Lower Primarchs. Even Number Fourteen (Mortarion), who was often pulled out by the [Emperor] for solo training and thrown directly off a cliff, had never suffered a direct limb amputation.

For number fourteen, fractures are more common.

The fights between Primarchs were still more reserved and respectable. This might be because they all still considered each other to be of the same kind. Even Thirteen (Guilliman) would give the defeated party enough face in this regard.

But this time, No. 3 actually broke his arm.

What does this mean? This means that even the original body will lose an entire arm, so what if it is not the arm that is broken, but the head? So far, except for their father and their brothers, no other thing has the ability to cause such serious damage to them... This is a wash of the three views and bottom line.

For Number Ten, who personally cut off Number Three's arm, it would be more difficult to accept this. No matter how cold-blooded and cruel they were, at least the Primarchs were created according to the human template, and humans are naturally inclined to help and feel for their fellow men with the same blood.

Russ smacked his lips as he saw that Magnus' eyes were filled with shock and fear, yet he was staring at Fulgrim's arm, which was being healed by the Emperor using his psychic power, with great excitement.

The Crimson Primarch obviously had no intention of continuing the conversation with Russ, so he had to look away. The Wolf King first glanced at Leon, and then was not surprised to see that Leon showed no emotion at all.

He also wanted to look at the Khan, but in order not to cause trouble for the Khan, Russ looked around first and found that Vulkan had tears in his eyes; and Guilliman's eyes were shining with an extremely complex light. Russ seemed to smell the breath of learning and excitement; and unlike the other Primarchs who mostly looked at Fulgrim, Mortarion stared at the Emperor, and dissatisfaction almost overflowed from his amber eyes...

Finally, Russ found Khan - he suspected that Khan's real ability was to become invisible, or to become a background board. Anyway, as long as Khan wanted, he would never be mentioned or remembered by people.

Khan was as calm as Russ, as the two old hands had seen too many similar injuries.

Russ wanted to wink at the Khan, but he held back. Magnus's untimely whisper rang out.
I think I learned...

Ruth opened his eyes wide in surprise.

【What? 】

[I seem to have learned how our father reattached broken limbs.]

Magnus' eyes sparkled.

[First increase the concentration of spiritual energy at the wound, adjust the concentration of spiritual energy to the third sense for five seconds, activate the spiritual intelligence of cells near the wound, and then...]

[Okay, congratulations! Then you can go find our father and tell him you have learned it and try it out! ]

Russ interrupted Magnus hastily. He was not interested in these psychic things, especially what came from Magnus' mouth.

[Magnus] really has psychic powers, but it seems a bit unrealistic that [Magnus] really has psychic powers.

【but……】

Magnus blinked his eyes and expressed his rigorous thinking as a scholar.

【I think this is a psychic healing for the Primarch, which means the other person who needs to be healed is the Primarch. I can't cast this spell on Custodians or slaves.】

[Then why don't you try to reduce the amount of spiritual energy you use? ]

[I still hope that the first experiment can strictly restore the experimental content one-to-one, rather than directly innovate. ]

Magnus said seriously, and Russ suddenly opened his eyes wide.

[What you mean is - you plan to cut off No. 3's other arm and then try to heal him? ]

[No—no no no no no no! That’s not what I meant!!! I didn’t mean to hurt No.3!!!]

Magnus's defense was deafening, but Russ simply picked his ears, laughed, and let it go in one ear and out the other.

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[That night]

Number 15 (Magnus) suddenly felt something was wrong.

He lay on his own golden bed, wearing a golden lounge suit, and woke up from his sleep in the dead of night. It was not because he had slept enough, but some greater intuition made him open his eyes.

He sat up subconsciously, stood up barefoot on the golden carpet, walked to the golden window with golden curtains, quietly opened a corner of the golden curtains, and suddenly a hand stretched out from the window in the golden night.

【? ! ! ! ! 】

Number Fifteen was on the verge of screaming and alerting the guards outside the door. He didn't know what could have reached his window silently without alerting the Primarch of Psionic Energy.

【Hello? Open a window, red guy. 】

Rus's casual voice sounded from behind the window. After realizing that it was No. 6, Magnus hurriedly opened the window and let Rus in. Rus jumped directly into the room like a light wolf and half-crouched on Magnus's golden desk.

Ruth smacked his lips, and the wolf's eyes gleamed in the darkness.
【I think what you want me to do today is be your test subject, mad scientist?】

【? ! 】

Magnus almost screamed. He looked towards the door hastily, feeling guilty, and tried to lower his voice.
[You came here just for this?! No - no no no no! You'll be punished for coming out after curfew! Why didn't they find you?!]

Russ glanced at them casually. Although those guarding them were the elite of the elite of the Imperial Guard, it was still a piece of cake for him, a Primarch who had lived for ten thousand years, to deal with them.

Rus was restrained enough, and the Khan even sneaked into the palace kitchen to roast lamb himself.

[Why didn't you report me right away? You are committing the crime of harboring someone. If I am found out, you will be punished as well.]

Ruth said with a smile, which was quite the style of an ancient Terran scoundrel, and this style was especially restraining to some nerds who claimed to be honest people.

[Go back quickly - I won't - I won't perform my healing technique anymore! ]

Magnus's red hair was about to explode. Russ leisurely admired the panic of his former enemy. It was obvious that teasing children was a fun thing for the wild wolf.

Magnus actually has a good character, Russ realized, or maybe this guy is just arrogant and conceited. Apart from this, Magnus is relatively normal among this group of talented people.

It's also relatively threatening.

But Ruth approached him not just because he was kind.

[I've gone through so much trouble to get here, and you're kicking me out? ]

Russ let out a foul breath, drew his battle axe from his waist, jumped off the golden desk, and walked towards Magnus.

[What's up... Can you help me with a little favor? ]

[You—you you you you, just promise me that I won’t do anything that my father doesn’t allow me to do! ]

【Don't worry, it won't happen. 】

Russ winked, and Magnus' heart almost jumped out of his chest with fear. In his worldview, it would never be possible for a Primarch to disobey the Emperor's rules - escaping curfew was even more unimaginable.

He stared at Ruth in horror, but saw an inexplicable fierceness flash across the wolf king's eyes.

[Listen... Listen carefully, this is not illegal, but if you tell anyone... on the 15th, I will tell our father that you hid others during curfew and broke the curfew yourself.]

[Now, swear to me that you will not tell anyone else about my next request except me.]

[I swear! I swear——but only if you don’t disobey our father!!!]

【good,】

Ruth said simply, lowering his voice, a shadow covering the wolf's eyes.
[Listen carefully, No. 15, there is only one thing. In the absence of our father, I want you to go and see the psychic projection of Malcador and Erda. Do you understand? ]

[Okay, okay, okay, watching the psychic projections of Malcador and Elda in the absence of my father - wait, why Malcador and Elda?! And why in the absence of my father?!]

[Did I ask you to ask too much?! ]

Russ snored threateningly, and his eyes flashed to Malcador, who had given him advice a few days ago. The old man's eyes were filled with a hint of kindness.

[Malcador] It is true that he trusts Russ, but Russ, with his keen nose, smells something else.

He suspected that Malcador was connected to Chaos.

Between an Emperor who seems a little off and Malcador who is suspected of having ties with Chaos, even if the two have completely different attitudes towards Russ, Russ will still choose the Lord of Mankind.

At least the mark left in his past life told him that the Emperor would not easily have problems, and even if he did have problems, he hated Chaos more than anyone else.

And Malcador was just as Russ remembered - but Russ sensed something was wrong during their daily interactions, and it seemed that Malcador was rebelling.

Worse still, he seems to be in league with Chaos.

But Russ couldn't say it directly. He had no evidence, and the Emperor didn't trust him. In front of the Emperor, Malcador hadn't revealed anything. It was impossible to take Malcador down just by saying that he smelled something wrong.

There must be someone who is proficient in psychic powers to collect it personally, or to see that something is wrong with Malcador's soul.

Being away from the Lord of Mankind, and spending time alone with the Primarchs, Russ believed that Malcador and Erda would definitely reveal their true colors.

If they want to take advantage of the opportunity to plot, or contaminate the original body, then they will definitely take action.

Russ is not good at entering the psychic perspective, and the only ones who are proficient in psychic powers are Magnus and Mortarion. Russ chose Magnus because this guy is easy to control.

If it was Mortarion, Russ was afraid that the bastard would be the first to rise up as soon as he heard that Malcador and Erda were going to rebel against the Emperor.

[I saw their psychic projections—what do you mean specifically? I saw them and then what?]

Magnus' voice trembled, and Russ frowned.
[You need to look carefully... to see if there is any psychic light on them that makes you feel uncomfortable at first sight... especially pay attention to the psychic light that is similar to blue.]

【blue?】

[Blue! If you see it, come to me immediately! Number 15, remember, don’t ask why, and don’t pretend to be smart.]

As for Magnus, Russ mainly has to guard against Magnus killing himself in private. He has already had an argument with Khan about this, and Khan is responsible for the subsequent surveillance.

Seeing Magnus nodding and pounding garlic, Russ retracted his battle axe with satisfaction. He gave Magnus a look, then climbed out of the golden windowsill again.

Number 15 stood in the golden room, stunned.

Blue...blue?
Why does he feel so familiar or kind?

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"He will only raise twenty-one tyrants just like him."

In the darkness, the woman's dissatisfied whispers echoed above the shallow river. The bright moonlight sparkled on the water, and the reflection seemed to reflect a grinning face.

"I disagree with some of your views,"

The tired old man spoke,
"It won't be twenty-one. I think some of the children won't live to adulthood... He designed so many offspring. I think he may have left some room for death."

[Makado]'s joke made [Elda] laugh, but there was no smile in her laughter;

"After exploiting us old friends, he turned around and exploited his own offspring... How cruel."

"I suggest you put away your useless and redundant kindness and love,"

Malcador said coldly,

"We are trying to prevent future generals of the empire from becoming tyrants and causing the people of the empire to suffer."

"And to thwart his plot,"

【Elda】 continued,

"He has changed... or rather, he has finally stopped pretending. We have all misjudged him. The closer he gets to that date, the closer he gets to his true self. He will become his complete self, his true self. This is his real goal. Haha, we have all been deceived by him."

[Malcador]'s veins bulged on the hand that was holding the scepter. He wanted to say something, perhaps to refute that it was not true, but the facts seemed to be so.

The Emperor is no longer the man who once excitedly told him about saving humanity and rescuing the collapsing empire. Although he is still trying hard to build an empire, his actions and attitude towards other humans reveal a sense of unease.

Could it be that his ultimate goal in establishing an empire was not to liberate all of humanity, but to ascend to godhood himself?

If so, they must stop him, before the storm formed and the breeze blew across the grass.

But how can they fight him? They can only rely on external help. The fate of mankind is caught between the evil god and the evil god that has not yet taken shape. All [Malcador] can do is to swing between the two, use the power of the two to fight the power, and try to balance the two as much as possible, so as to win more development time and survival possibilities for mankind.

The rebels' whispers were heard on the river, but they didn't know that in the distance, a pair of piercing wolf eyes had already been staring at them.

(Author’s words:
Since there are so many plots, I have to relive the past like when the Naruto anime is about to end, but I will post the entire plot at once to keep the reading as smooth as possible. I am sorry for the viewing experience problems caused by my arrangement errors.)
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