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

Chapter 840 [282.] King and King
(Warning: This chapter contains Slaanesh warning. Those who are not comfortable with it can skip the corresponding section of Angron. I repeat, a serious warning. Those who cannot accept it can skip it. Don't think that you can accept it and then feel miserable after reading it.)

"Now take Hades out of here."

The wind was howling, and above the sky, a line that was far more dazzling than the light that previously penetrated the entire Milky Way rose up. At the first sight of the Milky Way, everyone would suspect that there was something wrong with their eyes, rather than that an endless long line had really appeared in the void.

The silver-haired old man's face looked even paler under the bright green light. The long journey had already consumed a lot of the old man's energy.

Just now, he even withstood the pressure from the black domain of Hades and protected [Vox]'s progress.

Malcador hid his slightly shaking hands beneath his robes and once again stared at the Necrons' new "master" with a wary eye.

"Take Hades away from here first... retreat to the rear, or do you want to face the angry Outer right now?"

Trazyn was stunned. In fact, it couldn't react to what the Silent King had just said.

In its eyes, the Silent King was a madman, but even if he was a madman, this joke was a bit too much.

The Silent King just handed over the rule of the Necrons to Trazyn?
The Infinite's thought process was silent. It tentatively used the key that the Silent King had finally given it to connect to the Deathly Haunted Legion on the horizon.
Then—Taraxin let out an earth-shattering roar!

"I knew it!!!"

The Endless screamed and fell to the ground in pain. Now it understood why the Silent King was so kind.

The high intensity of the war accelerated the Necrons' forgetfulness and wear and tear. This trend had already appeared when the Silent King was fighting against the Storm King. Moreover, the Storm King, who was devoted to war and unification, was happy to turn his subordinates into emotionless machines.

In order to fight against the Storm King, the Silent King also acquiesced to the spread of this trend.

Until now... until Trazyn became the new "king" -

Trazyn felt desperately that among the army under the Silent King, there were only a few Necrons with self-awareness, emotions and memories!!!

Previously, most of the nobles and overlords of the dynasties had self-awareness, and they would even often engage in stupid and abstract party struggles, but now, Trazyn felt that these Necrons had also become dull.

The Silent King couldn't bear to face the death of his race again, so he chose to leave? !

Trazyn was desperate. He was more obsessed with recovering his soul than any other Necrontyr. He knew that the Necrons were not far from complete death.

Silent King Szahrak gave Trazyn the choice of whether to let the Necrons completely self-destruct or become a complete mechanical race after the last Necron lost its self-awareness.

The Silent King chose Trazyn, perhaps because Trazyn was the one who was closest to "having a soul" among them.

This is equivalent to making Trazyn the last gravekeeper of the entire Necrontyr race!
As long as Trazyn does not completely lose his self-will, the Necrontyr race can be said to be immortal.

"Fuck you! Fuck you--Szalak!!! I should have known--!!!"

Trazyn pounded the ground in agony, wailing as if it had been tortured to death. But after a brief struggle, it seemed to remember that there was another person present besides it and the unconscious Hades.
The Infinite One suddenly rolled over and stood up, slapped himself, then held his head high and faced Malcador with an elegant royal demeanor.

"You can take the Deathfearer's ship and go to the rear first."

Trazyn the Infinite said majestically,
"But the Necrontyr will not retreat this time - in fact, after the Silent King Szalak handed over the dynasty to me, I found that they had already launched a charge towards the Outsiders. It is the mission of the Necrontyr to prevent the Outsiders from tearing up the galaxy."

Makado understood. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment with a very serious attitude, then nodded solemnly.

"Then do it your way—"

"You can just call me the Lord of the Endless Sky, friend of the human race."

The Endless One - Trazim, Lord of the Endless Sky, nodded, and Malcador nodded, as if he had not noticed Trazim rolling and wailing on the ground just now.

We have seen many people who are crazier than Malcador. If Trazyn's behavior is converted into normal among humans, it would be considered normal. Only those like the Primarch who are obsessed with their fathers and kill their fathers are idiots.

"Great Lord of the Endless Sky, we will take our leave now. We also wish you and your dynasty a great victory. The fate of the entire galaxy is in the hands of you and me. Unfortunately, I need to go back to take care of my personal affairs. After resolving the conflicts within our clan, the Empire will come to help."

"Go."

Trazyn waved his hand generously. As the outsiders were approaching, Malcador stopped arguing and pulled Hades away from the battlefield with the help of the short-distance teleportation technology provided by the Infinite Ones.

The wind still howled.

Seeing Malcador and his party go away, Tracin looked around furtively to make sure that there was no one else.

It wailed loudly in agony again, then collapsed to the ground in pain, beating its chest and stamping its feet, cursing the Silent King for being an idiot.

"Orekan! Orekan! The Necrontyr is finished! It's finished!!"

It was hard to imagine that this affectionate, almost crying voice came from a soulless Necron, but now, Trazyn was indeed crying in a sense, cursing loudly, as if he had lost his parents.

"That bastard Szalak destroyed all the few emotion and memory storage modules of the Necrons!!!"

The wind was still howling, and on this battlefield, the main armies of the two races, the Tyranids and the Greenskins, had already fallen here.

But Trazyn knew that they would still exist, and they still had hope for new life - while the Necrontyr, the most powerful race on the battlefield, were already dead in their coffins.

How can it not be heartbreaking!!!
Even if the Endless was useless and careless in the past, at the depth of its obsession, it only cares about one thing - the rebirth of the Necrontyr.

Trazyn wailed, and the remaining sound dissipated in the wind. Above its head, the bright blue light that seemed to illuminate the entire Milky Way became brighter and brighter, like a hymn before the final punishment from heaven came.

In that airspace, compared to the size of the roaring Outer Ones, the scattered Necron fleets were charging towards the Star God, with no intention of retreating.

The last order the Silent King gave them before he disappeared was to completely destroy those outside.

The wind trembled slightly for a moment.

+……+
+I meant you'd be happier, like a smug bastard, Trazyn - didn't you already have full Necrons dominion? +
The ethereal voice of Orrickan descended from other dimensions. Compared with Trazyn, Orrickan never cared about the life and death of the Necrons and the Deathly Haunted. It only cared about whether it could successfully ascend to another dimension.

In fact, the Necrons who care about whether the souls of the dead can be recovered are actually a minority, an outlier. Orrickan has never seen other Necrons care about such trivial matters as whether there are souls or not. Even if they care -

They just talk and express their feelings occasionally, but their actions are just to continue playing those little games of power struggle between the party and the government.

Orrikan had seen only two Necrons who cared about the souls of the Necrontyr and took action.

One is Talazim the Endless, and the other is Szahrak the Silent King.

"You are also a selfish and arrogant bastard! Orikan! For your own selfish desire to become a god, you betrayed the entire race!!"

The wind was silent, as if thinking, and seemed confused by Trazyn's pain. Then, the voice of Orikan the Starcaster sounded again.
+You are the only one who is still stubbornly trying to hang on to a race without a future, Trazyn, if you are willing... I think there is more than one vacant position left for the physical dimension god, I can give you a helping hand. +
"Get out of here!"

Trazyn pounded the ground again. It no longer had the right to feel the pain in its palm. Metal never felt pain. Everything was just a simulated touch for its own amusement.

+……+
Orikan seemed to think that this Necromancer named "Tarasim" was crazy. The Star Master was busy scheduling time and space to ensure that no other time and space would interfere with this moment.

It really didn't want to deal with Trazyn anymore, but then it thought that Trazyn was now the monarch of all the Necrons - Orikan thought it was necessary to pretend so that he could get some money from Trazyn later.

+Didn't you try to restore the Ancient Saint before? +
Ourikan suddenly had an idea and brought up the original topic.

"…So what?"

+I have seen some possibilities in the river of time and fate, Trazyn... Keep persevering... Pay attention to the followers of Slaanesh, new surprises are waiting for you. +
This was the limit of what Orikan could say to comfort him. If he said anything more, time, space and destiny would be disturbed again, and his workload would increase dramatically. Therefore, Orikan thought he had done his best, so he shut up.

Trazyn was the only Necron left standing there in a daze.

"..."

But before it had time to digest it further, the communication channel rang again, coming from the old general Zandrick who it had previously left to guard Obiron.

Trazyn hesitantly opened the communication.

"oops!"

The old general Zandrick shouted loudly.
"Congratulations! Young man - you have become the boss of my old man! I think you are better than the Storm King and the Silent King! Young man! Do a good job! I and several of my old friends all say you can do it!"

Trazyn listened in a daze. There was a crackling sound on the other end of the communication, followed by Obiron's anxious shout.
"Sorry!! I am extremely sorry. I apologize to you, the great Infinite Lord Trazyn. The general is ill again. I have to make this call. Please understand. Our war is going on normally. There is nothing that needs to be reported urgently!"

Trazyn was stunned for a moment, then he opened his mouth and quickly got up from the ground.

"N-no! I mean--it's fine, it's fine."

The Endless smiled subconsciously, brushing the dust off its knees.
"The great Endless One is naturally willing to accept the praise of its ministers when he takes office! Well done! Very well done!"

"After this, I will personally meet with and commend the crowned general Zandrick, but now, I have more important things to do!"

Trazyn raised his head and looked at the bright blue Milky Way with a determined gaze.

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【What I despise...】

As the situation became tense, a cold voice sounded. Mortarion raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side with a fierce look.

Opposite him, the chief rebel merely smiled, his politeness mixed with countless complicated emotions, and the black flames on the giant sickle in his hand rose up along with three kinds of sharp flames.

[You should have expected this, Mortarion.]
[Yeah, I should have thought of that earlier.]

Infinite murderous intent was hidden beneath the calm words, the wings of the god of death fluttered like a cloak, and countless white mists rolled out, obscuring himself and hiding Karas and his other offspring.

Did Mortarion see the other self's embarrassment? Perhaps, but did that make any real difference? No.

He only clearly understood that the First Rebel was now blocking his way.

No matter what the chief rebel thought, the chief rebel [Mortarion] did it - there was naturally no reason to continue to deal with him, only blood could explain everything.

At the same time, Mortarion realized that the war in the rear battlefield had probably already begun, but he knew that Robert Guilliman would definitely be on guard against the enemy's defection, so the God of Death was not too worried about the war in the rear.

What he was really worried about was...

In front of him, there was a star region that was out of reach - the Primarch didn't even know that three powerful races had already been defeated in that small space.

【it's a pity,】

The short words of Barbarus disappeared into the mist, along with Mortarion's pale and tall figure, like a withered leaf in the autumn mist.

The First Rebel immediately looked around vigilantly. Chaos flames rose from his feet, burning fiercely and dispersing the mist around him.

Now he is in Mortarion's territory, the Fortitude. It is best not to release psychic energy at the beginning and create his own territory.

[The moment I saw you fawning over Guilliman, I knew your fate!]

The spinning giant sickle came through the air! It seemed to take shape in the mist in front of the rebel in an instant! It was only a few meters away from his head——

The chief rebel raised his sickle to resist. Clang! The crisp sound of the collision and the sparks from the intersection of the sickles splashed on the chief rebel's face.

[You don’t understand anything——! ! !]
In a flash, the First Rebel spoke with gritted teeth, and the black flames around him suddenly burned violently. The flames instantly climbed up the sickle along his hands, and then burned towards the God of Death along Mortarion's sickle.

The chain tied to the giant scythe rustled, and the First Rebel felt the strength in his hands suddenly loosen. The giant scythe that was rushing towards him like a tiger with bared fangs had not yet been retracted, and a dense wave of energy came from the fog - from Mortarion's Dark Lantern. The pistol in the Primarch's hand was like a small cannon.

The First Rebel waved his hands violently, and visible black psychic waves rushed out from under his arms. Those bright energy balls seemed to hit an invisible wall in front of the Primarch, and dissipated in the air with a hiss.

【laugh. 】

A sneer came from the fog. The previous moves were just tests. The first rebel felt that the fog under his feet was moving quickly.

The white mist was rapidly gathering to form a tall and thin ghost figure in front of him, like a monster made up of some insect shells.

[The reason of a coward, this is why you lost your comrades and a galaxy full of hope. ]

The hoarse language like that of an evil spirit struck the heart of the chief rebel, who suddenly laughed out loud. He stretched out his hand and put on the ghost mask. The mask seemed to come alive, with its four bared fangs extending, as if he was crying and laughing, happy and sad.

A blazing black flame ignited from behind the mask, and immediately the eyes of the chief rebel [Mortarion] were also hidden under the blazing black flames, and black blood flowed down his cheeks.

The next moment! The thin and long insect shadow living in the white mist stabbed towards the blazing black flames! ! ! The first rebel suddenly burned up, like a raging fire in a strong wind, and the sickles met! A huge storm rolled up around the two of them! !

The ghost-like howl screamed in the wind,
[Hehehehe——Mortarion, you are just a clown hiding behind the great being to pick up the fruits of victory. You have never experienced... experienced true cruelty! ! ! ! ! ! ]
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Another fate line

【past】

[I haven't seen you wearing this mask before... Mortarion, very cool mask.]
Mortarion blinked slowly, then he turned his head without blinking and stared at Guilliman who had just said this, as if he had told a huge joke.

After a long while, Mortarion spoke again.
[Thank you for the compliment, Guilliman. If you want... I think you can have one too.]
This mask is stained with the power of the Three Chaos, and is a symbol of his sacrifice of his three best friends - the mockery of the Three Chaos is laughed at on this ghost face without any concealment.

Hearing Mortarion's words, Guilliman blinked slyly, his blue eyes staring at Mortarion seriously, and the hairs on the neck of the Arch-Rebel stood up.

Guilliman’s azure eyes, coupled with his sincere expression, really make him look affectionate even to a dog—

This is also the most deceptive point of the cold-blooded Robert Guilliman. Mortarion reasonably suspects that some people have been deceived by Guilliman's charm, and the real Guilliman is actually the biggest selfish person in the galaxy.

[Is it? ]
Guilliman said softly. They were standing in the observation room on the Glory of Macragge. Outside the transparent material that ran from top to bottom was the beautiful Terra that was full of power (Guilliman’s original words).

[Perhaps the one to whom I owe my loyalty is not similar to the one to whom you owe your loyalty. He does not seem interested in playing with the surface.]
Guilliman once again showed his signature smile, his teeth were white and neat, and the pair of blue eyes in his eye sockets made Mortarion feel even more creepy. The Primarch was reminded of those dolls with weird expressions.

[I don't understand what you mean.]
Mortarion blinked, trying to sound as confused as possible while trying not to spit it out.
[I mean,]
Guilliman's expression became more and more joyful.

[The Lord of Change wants a more exciting plot - He wants a greater absurdity and comedy. Coincidentally, so do I. There is no more wonderful drama than making the false emperor pay the price, and there is no more absurd scene than the son killing the father, and the elder brother killing the younger brother.]
...At least on the point of forcing the false emperor to abdicate and killing him, [Motarion] and [Guilliman] reached a consensus.

In other words, a consensus was reached with most of the Primarchs.

This is why they can now calmly park most of their legions in orbit around Terra without causing a war—

Guilliman wanted a plan with the least loss, after all, he would succeed to the throne.

The real fighting and battles had already been resolved in the previous wars between legions.

Of course, these... [Mortarion] turned his head and looked at the khaki planet again. [The Emperor] might know, or might not know, but no matter what, [The Emperor] doesn't care about these.

As long as the Legion can ensure the smooth progress of the Great Crusade, the Emperor will not interfere too much in the friction between the Primarchs. After Guilliman became the Warmaster, the Emperor immediately faded out of the Primarchs' sight.

This irresponsible move of his directly established Guilliman's absolute position among the Legions. Through dispatch or logistical configuration, Guilliman forced most of the Primarchs to submit to him. So far, Sanguinius, Angron, Horus, Lorgar, Corax, and Alpha have all offered their loyalty to Guilliman.

Mortarion had also thought about winning over the Primarch, but he was not allocated enough resources from Terra. Also, the Chief Rebel, who was far behind Guilliman in political struggles, was ultimately no match for Guilliman.

When it comes to winning over and manipulating people's hearts, playing with lies and right and wrong, and solving government affairs, Guilliman has an overwhelming talent.

Among the remaining Primarchs, [Lion] and [Russ] are very close. These two Primarchs will never follow them. [Guilliman] has listed them as legions that must be eradicated. Therefore, the First Legion and the Sixth Legion are not in the Terra star field at all, and are still a long distance away from here.

Fulgrim was classified as a sacrifice by Guilliman. The cold-blooded king seemed to know that the Phoenix would not choose to follow him, so he planned to use Fulgrim to win over the wavering Fenus.

[Guilliman] and [Fenus] have a very good relationship, but when it comes to the killing of the false emperor, perhaps because of [Fulgen]'s attitude, [Fenus] chose to remain neutral.

The most stubborn Dorn had long been removed from the chessboard by Guilliman. Guilliman's repeated audiences made the Emperor no longer willing to use Dorn.

And Mortarion sent the semi-exiled Dorn to where he should go.

[Coz] had already seen through [Guilliman's] methods and disappeared first.

The Khan and his army were also missing.

As for Perturabo who is now stationed on Terra... Guilliman originally had a very close relationship with Perturabo. After Guilliman secured the opportunity for Perturabo to be stationed on Terra, the loyalty of this Primarch had almost become a sure thing for Guilliman.

But after the second month of being stationed on Terra, Guilliman was surprised to find that Perturabo had become extremely loyal to the Emperor.

Guilliman, who noticed this, almost laughed out of anger. The cold-blooded king also realized the most speechless point: the Primarch Perturabo was more fond of the Emperor who verbally humiliated and suppressed him.

In other words, as long as the opponent is stronger than him, humiliation and neglect will actually strengthen his loyalty.

Therefore, at a private dinner, Perturabo did not hesitate to betray Guilliman, who had helped him garrison Terra.

[......]
Mortarion knew that in Guilliman's plan, Perturabo would probably not have a good ending.

In fact, most of the Primarchs were dismissive of those who were sincerely loyal to the Emperor, such as Lorgar, Perturabo, and Magnus.

Oh, and there's Magnus.

Magnus was the only Primarch who didn't know the true purpose of this celebration banquet, and he didn't even smell any conspiracy.

The red-skinned psychic Primarch was still imagining how to celebrate the successful conclusion of the Great Crusade, and to inquire about the Emperor's recent situation and say a few good words for himself and Guilliman.

Guilliman did not even hide the truth from Magnus as he had done from Perturabo and Fulgrim.

Thinking of this, Mortarion felt a little speechless. He knew that Magnus had also pledged allegiance to Tzeentch - or maybe, did Magnus know that he had pledged allegiance to Tzeentch?

In short, one Magnus will not interrupt their plans.

If Mortarion had any brotherly love, he would almost have begun to mourn for Magnus.

[Yeah...he deserves to die.]
Mortarion realized that he had paused too long, and he took over Guilliman's words and took a deep breath.

[Next, let’s prepare for our celebration banquet.]
Guilliman curled his lips.

Now, multiple legions are converging on Terra—

This was the army that Guilliman had assembled under the pretext of organizing a celebration for the successful completion of the Great Crusade.

But their real purpose this time is...

[It's a pity that this celebration party will never take place. Do you think I'm too impatient, Mortarion? Maybe I should wait until everyone is present.]
Mortarion shook his head.

According to the plan, Mortarion and Guilliman, together with Angron, Alpha, and Sanguinius, will first descend on Terra. At this moment, Fulgrim, Perturabo, and Magnus are already on Terra.

Next, the three Primarchs loyal to Guilliman launched a rebellion from within the Imperial Palace, and Lorgar and the remaining Primarchs led their troops outside Terra to meet them.

[Mortarion] and [Guilliman] split into two groups and headed to the inner palace of the [False Emperor] to kill the [Emperor].

He made an agreement with Guilliman that whoever killed the Emperor first would obtain the throne first - this was also a kind of certification from the Warp.

If there is a huge gap in strength, then they will join forces first.

But now, the two Primarchs who rely on Chaos behind them believe that they possess absolute strength. When necessary, Chaos will also come to help the Primarchs.

[Mortarion] knew that the three Chaos Lords behind him were also trying to turn the situation around in order to face the Lord of Change.

A strange light flashed across the eyes of the First Rebel. He and Guilliman both knew that Chaos was also the enemy of the Empire, so the plan they verbally agreed upon was only the superficial layer.

Mortarion would never submit to Chaos, which is why he chose three agents to take over the Chaos Fire, and Guilliman would never be a man who would bow to Chaos... Mortarion narrowed his eyes, wondering how Guilliman wanted to deal with Tzeentch.

Otherwise, even if they killed the Emperor, the Empire would fall back into the hands of the Lord of Change.

Perhaps, just as he thought... taking advantage of the Lord of Change's hatred and mockery of the Emperor.

Next, it depends on the tacit understanding between them.

And be wary of each other.

See if they can work together to deceive the Emperor and Chaos, and if the two Primarchs can reach an agreement on how to divide the spoils after that.

As long as Guilliman does not go too far, Mortarion is willing to make concessions in order to achieve a lose-lose situation for both the Emperor and Chaos.

After all, the game he really wants to play is still in the very distant future.

But he miscalculated.

Robert Guilliman was far more meticulous, insane, and greedy than he had imagined.

The cold-blooded king drove wolves and tigers away, and at the same time secretly plotted against all the forces that cooperated with him. Holding a sharp blade made from his brother's spine, he walked towards the throne alone step by step.

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【now】

【Toughness】

The bright blue runes burned on his neck almost madly, and Mortarion laughed madly, his scythe wind rolling, and he felt the blood all over his body burning and boiling into fuel for the black flames.

[Guilliman Ah——Hahaha! Guilliman Ah!!! Are you satisfied? ! ! !]
He laughed loudly and once again responded to the bone sickle that was slashing towards his neck.

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【now】

[Hehehe... I said that following Guilliman would bring you good things...]
[Angron] chuckled. At this moment, the battlefield was no longer a confrontation between the Empire and the Necrons, but a battle between the Empire and the Chaos Empire. The rebellion of the Chaos Empire was unexpected, and even though the Empire had been prepared before, it was at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

The next moment after receiving Guilliman's order, the lustful Angron, who had long been unable to endure, screamed in ecstasy, thrust his body towards the sky, and passionately radiated waves of love and desire.

The fountain was like a waterfall, splashing under the blue sky and broad daylight. The sun's rays were projected onto these glittering liquids, making them as crystal clear as pearls. They fluttered and splashed on every Slaanesh warrior who stood in the shadow of the Primarch of Slaanesh, intoxicated, with his arms and mouth wide open.

At the outermost edge of the battlefield, the Lord of Red Sand, who was trying to avoid the Chaos Army as much as possible, immediately covered his eyes and screamed in pain.
But even so, Angron dutifully opened his psionic shield to prevent his warriors from being injured like himself.

Inspired by their own Primarch, the World Eaters also happily opened up their sensory connections with their own Primarchs. They all took out their treasured potions and used them to take a few shots.

The originally depressed army immediately regained its morale! It was full of strength, passion, and charm again! ! !

This is the entertainment they came here to play!!!

The warriors of Slaanesh shouted all kinds of wonderful little languages, and immediately brandished their axes and homemade wonderful little tools, spraying sweat, saliva, medicine, unknown red and white liquid (perhaps blood, cerebrospinal fluid, bone marrow fluid), and rushed towards the World Eaters that they had long admired in previous battles, while running, they were on guard against other Slaanesh warriors who took away the slaves they wanted first.

The Madman immediately rushed over with joy, heading straight for Angron. Although it was obvious that Angron's expression was extremely ferocious, in order to reduce casualties and prevent his descendants from facing the Madman, the Lord of Red Sand still stood up bravely and fearlessly, and was the first to suffer the mental and spiritual attacks.

The battlefield was suddenly plunged into obscenity and chaos, and the scene was too profane to pass muster.

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[At the same time]

【Come and fight.】

Sanguinius had a calm expression, holding the long hair in his hand, the Archangel slowly rose into the air, lowered his eyes to look at the vampire above the earth, the Primarch spread his wings, and the eternal sun outlined a beautiful light edge on the edge of his wings.

[I never expected that… Is this cheating? I should have asked Corax for a jetpack a long time ago.]
The vampire stood there, raised his eyebrows and stretched out his arms in vain, then turned his head to look at his empty arms——

There were no so-called wings of Sanguinius there.

[well. ]
The vampire sighed, as if lamenting his unequal battle, but there was not much anger in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows easily and looked at his other self.

[Come on, let's have a fight.]
An eagle swooped down from the sky.

Even if an agreement is reached, they will have to fight - Guilliman will keep an eye on every one of his loyal subordinates.

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【now】

[You were aware of this day, my friend?]
[We are not friends, my other self. I have never seen anyone who treats human life as worthless as you do—we can stop playing house now.]

On the battlefield filled with the remains of Necron, the two Guillimans stared at each other for a long time. Behind Guilliman, Lorgar was standing silently with his head bowed.

Further back, the endless blue ocean stood before us.

[What a pity,]
[Guilliman] smiled, and his smile became deeper and deeper. The look he gave Guilliman made Guilliman frightened. Another self, the cold-blooded king, looked at Guilliman as if he was looking at a toy.

Guilliman believed that if he was defeated, his fate would not be death - his other self seemed keen to perform some experiments on him.

[I am still happy to confront you - I haven't seen a being that can match me in thinking and disguise for a long time... Not even the False Emperor can do it... I have only felt this feeling when the Lord of Change told me lies with deep affection.]
Guilliman took a deep breath, and felt that the beast in him was enraged. He was indeed a little angry.
[I have never pretended - Guilliman, I truly love my people, I truly serve my people, and I truly hope that my people will live a better life. If you think this is just an appearance I put on to maintain stability - then you are totally wrong, you are too ridiculous, no one will be as cold-blooded and cruel as you.]

[Yeah? ]
[I thought all kings were like this... Look, isn't the emperor like this? Isn't a qualified king supposed to be like this? You love your people, but you send them to die?]
Take a deep breath.

Guilliman looked across calmly, at the monster. There was no need to make himself unhappy. He swung his sword resolutely, and the ocean behind him surged.

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【now】

Support has not arrived yet...

Finus Manus stood silently in the command room. The attack from the Necrons suddenly stopped. Now the army he led had to resist attacks mainly from the remnants of the Tyranids and Greenskins.

In fact, the army he was leading now was already in ruins. The previous high-intensity battle had caused Finus to lose most of his troops.

Fortunately, the Necrons did not pursue them relentlessly, otherwise Fenus and his army might have really been defeated here.

However, even if Finus dies, his soul and will will return to the Nirvana system throughout the empire, unless someone uses the Black Domain to completely devour him, or uses some extremely powerful witchcraft to corrupt Finus.

But Fenus' soul also shines with purity, and with his massive Nirvana system, he is already a lesser god in the Warp. Anyone who can suppress his witchcraft must be at least at the Chaos God level.

Even if chaos-level witchcraft infects Fenus, Fenus can still cleanse the filth by calling on Hades.

Finus remained silent. The two Death Guard reinforcements that had been agreed upon had not arrived. Based on his calculations, Finus believed that the contract between the two empires had been broken.

The news that Finus received shortly afterwards also confirmed this - the contract had been broken, and now each legion was confronting its own Chaos legion on different battlefields.

As for Hades...

Finus predicted that Hades might be heading towards him, but because of the Tyranids and the greenskins, Hades would probably not arrive here quickly.

but……

Suddenly, Finus blinked in confusion, he looked up suddenly and saw the overwhelming warships on the bird servant.

Are reinforcements coming?

This was the first thought that came to Finus' mind, but then he realized that something was wrong. A clearer picture was captured, and he frowned as he saw the blue fleets like the sea, and above them, the azure logo of the Ultramarines.

Guilliman?
No, no, no, it's another symbol of Chaos [Guilliman]!

Why is Chaos Guilliman's army here?! Isn't the Coldblooded King Guilliman confronting Guilliman now?! Or is it only the army here, and the Primarch himself is still on another battlefield?
The next moment, as if to answer Finus's doubts, the local communication channel was opened, and a familiar voice came from it.
[Hello, Finus~]
Robert Guilliman said happily,

[I am very fond of your talents and character, Finus. I will give you one minute to consider surrendering.]
[This is a humiliation——]

Finus replied calmly and quickly sent out a radio wave to command the formation and request for help - as expected, the communications of the entire fleet were blocked.

The Primarch once again coldly confirmed the channel of the received communication, local communication - it must be used in the same star zone. Is it some kind of disguised witchcraft?

【And you, Guilliman, aren't you on another battlefield? 】

[Yes, I am now fighting against another me.]
Guilliman smiled, as if for Fainus to see, and walked to the largest viewing window of the ship.
[But I am here too, Finus, and I am here for you.]
In a flash——

In the seemingly sweet words of Guilliman, Finus realized the real reason why Guilliman came here.

Guilliman will try to create some problems with the Nirvana system that maintains the entire empire through the Primarch of Fenus himself.

Even if this trick doesn't work, it is still a very cost-effective deal to strangle a Primarch when he is at a disadvantage.

Finus believed that Guilliman had the means to prevent his soul from returning to the Nirvana system.

He raised his head and looked again at the enemy force that had far more ships than his own.

Can he hold out until Hades arrives?

Without any reinforcements arriving, Finus calculated the probability to be 0.021%.

(End of this chapter)