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

Chapter 833 [275.] Whose dark history?

【I smell a hint of worry.】

【Since you came back with the military report, have you smelled it? 】

Sanguinius calmly wiped the bright green liquid from his cheek with his hand. The Necrons do not produce blood, but this dripping liquid still aroused a certain desire for war in the archangel.

Beside him, the ghoul who was obviously more irritated laughed loudly and mockingly. In the battle against the Necrons, his army could not rely on devouring the corpses of the enemies to boost morale, and another angel, Sanguinius, expressly forbade the ghoul army to eat his offspring.

Compared to the other Primarchs who were in chaos, the two Sanguinius were unusually harmonious. It might be because the Archangel Sanguinius had also fallen, and the Ghoul [Sanguinius] still had some hope in his heart.

Darkness and light coexist, building a communication platform for two primarchs with seemingly completely different personalities.

[Guilliman is not normal.]
[Sanguinius] bared his teeth, his stomach rumbling with hunger. The stimulation of blood here was not sufficient. The intensity of the war was too strong. Most of the human soldiers were directly decomposed at the atomic level by various high-power weapons, and no trace was left at all.

Fighting against the Necrons is extremely unfriendly to the Blood Angels, who have a long tradition of cannibalism. The role they can play on the battlefield is also extremely limited. Guilliman should not have sent them to the front line, unless...

unless……

A breath of blood spurted out of the ghoul's nose.

That madman!

Sanguinius curled his lips.

[Although I really want to explain to those primarchs who are unfortunate enough to become the rulers of the empire, their madness may not be caused by their own personalities, but I think the suffering you have endured does not seem to require explanations and answers. ]

[I understand your situation. I think I can lend a hand when necessary. After all, Guilliman here does not require too strict approval.]

Sanguinius stretched out his hand and looked at the ghoul. The ghoul said nothing, but quickly stretched out his hand and shook the olive branch offered by the archangel.

The ghouls knew that Guilliman would not be able to continue his disguise any longer, and that he would soon tire of playing political games with his alter ego and instead seek to plunge the entire galaxy into chaos.

When Guilliman pinned Tzeentch, did he also take away some of the Lord of Change's pursuit of change? Or was the character of this blue-eyed primarch so bad?

[He sent Mortarion to the front line.]
The ghoul [Sanguinius] showed an extremely ugly expression, which seemed to be both crying and laughing.

[The cooperation has broken down. Is the person above you planning to get rid of the white moth on our side? ]

Sanguinius joked playfully.

[It is also possible that he wanted to eliminate his own men.]
The ghoul's expression became more worried.
[Mortarion's serious injury is good for Guilliman. I'm not sure what kind of picture he wants, but at least both empires have lost a psychic Primarch at the same time, which is a good thing for him.]
Sanguinius' eyelids twitched twice imperceptibly, and then he joked,
[I originally thought that he would cherish a slave who listened to him more. Look at your chief rebel, how polite he is, how... willing to care about other people's eyes and aesthetics.]

[It's a pity that the slave no longer wants to pretend.]
The ghoul made a sound similar to a sigh.
[I hinted to him, but the First Rebel was too eager—

Guilliman was too extreme and evil, and the chief rebel had been put on the brink of death. He could no longer tolerate it... I think the contract between them might not have been like this at the beginning, but Guilliman's power grew too fast to break the balance.]
The ghoul raised his eyes and looked out at the battlefield.

Above the scarlet blood pupils, there was a picture that looked like the end of the world. A ship as big as half a continent was falling from the sky. The ocean instantly turned into steam and fell into the starry sky. Beside the bottomless ravines on the earth, tiny dots as small as ants were still fighting each other.

[I'm only worried about 'Lupercal' now.]
The ghoul [Sanguinius] finally said this, and Sanguinius next to him immediately twisted his face into a hideous one. His originally handsome face now looked even funnier than the greenskin’s head.

【I, I...I understand.】

Sanguinius spoke the words so dryly that it was as if the words were vomiting from his stomach, and the Archangel looked like he was about to vomit.

Now it is Archangel Sanguinius' turn to suffer.
[Horus... apart from some shortcomings, he is indeed a leader worthy of respect. ]

But this shortcoming is a huge "Oedipus". Sanguinius cannot even glorify him as loyal, because what Horus did was not very loyal. This is a kind of personal worship that is difficult to ignore. Perhaps the Emperor focused on the Freudian school of ancient Terra when shaping Horus. He firmly believed that the whole world is a huge Oedipus/Oedipus, and any character formation and advantages and disadvantages of a person can be explained by the misfortunes of childhood.

The ghoul laughed.

[The wolf shepherd gods in your world and mine are different... At least on my side, I can tell you seriously and earnestly,]
The ghoul glanced sideways and looked at the archangel seriously.

[Horus Lupercal is the only and last "old human" in our world. He is the last orphan of the old world and possesses the character and virtues that everyone had ten thousand years ago——

Yes, the 'Horus Lupercal' I know is just an extremely ordinary Primarch who has many virtues such as conscience and compassion that humans should have.]
The ghoul turned his head and stopped looking at the archangel, but his tone was full of regret and emotion.

[You may find it hard to believe... an ordinary person with a few advantages can become the last beacon of human civilization.]
[But even so, Guilliman is a madman. Perhaps this is the embodiment of the will of the galaxy. He has also driven the entire human empire mad.]
[Under his rule, normal humans in the old world disappeared. I haven't seen normal Imperial humans with their own thoughts for a long time. Most of them are shrouded in a huge numbness and take it for granted that work is everything, dedication to the Empire, and dedication to 'Robert Guilliman'.]
[Most of my brothers have also gradually fallen into some kind of paranoid madness...]
The ghoul's tone was full of regret.

[Even though most of them have twisted personalities, they can still understand and empathize with a portion of the human population in the Empire, but after that...]
The ghoul sighed.

[Everything has changed - except 'Horus Lupercal'.]
[This Primarch, who was least valued by the Empire, actually retained his most precious character because of his previous self-intentional exile. I have paid special attention to the fact that only the veterans around Horus were not distorted and polluted by the entire human race, and still maintained their previous personalities.

All this is thanks to Horus, whose indecision and cowardice actually protected his descendants.]
At first, Archangel Sanguinius felt a little strange, but then he realized that the "Horus" in another world was not in love with his father, so he gradually listened and truly understood the "Horus" in his own mouth.

I think you helped me with this.

Sanguinius pointed this out, looking at the crazy bloody warriors under the ghouls.
[You and your army did a lot of dirty work for him, am I right? ]

The ghoul just sighed,
[I just want to delay my descent into madness as much as possible. Our world is doomed to be destroyed, and I just want to leave with dignity before I die.]
Hearing this, the archangel raised his eyebrows in astonishment and looked at his other self in disbelief, as if he had heard something extremely absurd.

[Is it difficult to understand?]
The ghoul looked at the archangel.

[I think you could have understood... Sanguinius, before you experienced your true fall, didn't you regret it? Didn't you beg to be away from it? Didn't your soul cry when you saw the tragedy you were about to bring?]
This sentence successfully shut up the Archangel, as if he had hit a real sore spot - the Fall of the Archangel of the Second Empire was a nightmare that Sanguinius could never erase. He came out of it only because he was Sanguinius and cared about his other brothers, not because of the Emperor's empty apology that seemed like shirking responsibility.

Nor is it the consolation that Horus has never touched the essence.

[I am not completely fallen, nor will I ever be.]
The ghoul with dark tear marks in his eyes said so. Even though his appearance was extremely unconvincing, it was hard for people to believe that such words came from the mouth of a man covered with human and alien skin and skulls, and his daily diet was mostly based on the recipes of his own people.

[You used 'Horus' as an anchor? ]

The ghoul nodded, but seeing this the archangel sighed again, shook his head, and then nodded again.

[I need to go back.]
The ghoul said,
[I have my own way - but I need to know one thing, Sanguinius, are you really confident that you can defeat him?]
Guilliman no longer tolerates Mortarion, and the ghouls believe that Horus will definitely be on the list of the Cold-blooded Emperor.

In fact, for Guilliman, the thousand-year-long destruction of Pan has concentrated the central power to an unprecedented level, and most of the legions have become affiliated legions under Guilliman's "Ultramarines".

The ghoul raised his eyes, looking eagerly, as if expecting to see some kind of miracle - some kind of fang that could ignore all shackles and penetrate the entire level.

[I know... that person... he really has the ability...]
The ghoul became quieter. He was only relying on his own speculation, but he was not sure how capable that "person" was.

It’s not that he thinks that existence is not strong enough, but because if the image he inferred from other aspects is true - then that existence is too strong, so strong that it is unimaginable.

In a way, this is a conceptual level of existence, which is a natural disaster for psychics.

The ghouls couldn't imagine what a devastating scene it would be if such an existence really confronted the Chaos Empire.

Archangel Sanguinius looked away.
[I believe he does have enough ability...]

He spoke slowly, searching his memory for the existence he had little contact with.

Sanguinius has always deliberately kept a distance from his brothers, and has a very shallow relationship with Pluto, and they are just nodding acquaintances on weekdays.

But Sanguinius fully agreed with the orders and policies issued by Hades - although the two had no private contact, it did not mean that their opinions on governing the country were contradictory.

[In fact, Hades is the most reliable person I have ever met in my life. ]

When Sanguinius was brainstorming, the first image that came to his mind was the Emperor's inhuman face.

【Far more reliable than the Emperor. 】

These words did not touch the ghoul, who simply listened.

Then Sanguinius' mind was filled with the expression of Guilliman, who looked as if he might die suddenly at any moment.

[More capable and reliable than Robert Guilliman. ]

The ghoul frowned and looked at Sanguinius in disbelief, as if asking, is this true?
[Compared to Horus...]
He is the most humane person I have ever met.

Sanguinius answered without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation, that in this regard, there was really no need for comparison at all.

Now it was the ghoul's turn to be shocked. Sanguinius had a calm expression. Another version of himself might have found it hard to imagine such an existence -

Being strong and having conscience and humanity, generally speaking, these two cannot coexist, and few people can reach the pinnacle of both at the same time.

[If your strategy had not always had a corresponding tendency,]
The ghoul laughed.

[I would definitely think that such an existence is a figment of your imagination.]
【You need to face him once. 】

Sanguinius said frankly,
[As long as you see him once with your own eyes... you will understand that what I said is true. Of course, I don't recommend you to go there when he is hungry. ]

In fact, it’s okay to go there when you are hungry, it can give you relief.

However, this half sentence melted in Sanguinius' throat and was not spoken.

The ghoul shook his head.

[never mind.]
He said calmly, his brows were calm.

[I have made my own choice. I don’t need to hope for any external miracles. I just hope to witness the light of humanity shining once before everything collapses, to see light defeat darkness, and to see that humanity can still be saved.]
His choice was [Horus].

Sanguinius immediately understood what his other self had not said - even though another huge miracle was placed before him, the ghoul still chose to return to his own dark and muddy world and complete the path he had originally decided on.

【…】

Sanguinius wanted to say something to comfort her, but those feeble words disappeared before they were spoken, as insubstantial as the sudden fall of snowflakes in midsummer.

He could hardly imagine the suffering in another world. Even though the world he lived in was already painful, hope still existed, and the hope of survival and progress still shone brightly.

But for another world, hope has long been shattered, everyone is walking blindfolded in the dark desert, and the only tiny light is so fragile.

The primarchs there could only choose to rot away after a long wait.

[I hope everything is fine with Horus...]
(End of this chapter)