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

Chapter 842 [284.] Born a Bad Seed

He just wants to get what he wants.

What's wrong?

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【past】

Perturabo's figure disappeared in a corner of the palace. Guilliman turned his head to look. Mortarion was maintaining his last respect with him. The Barbarus man nodded to him eagerly, then turned around and strode towards his heirs.

Guilliman saw marks of blasphemy on the bodies of the Death Guard, as well as the imps that crouched or stood at the feet and shoulders of the Space Marines.

[See you later.]
Guilliman curled his lips in joy as he watched Mortarion leave. He then counted silently in his heart and hummed a ballad softly - a ballad that Lady Euden had sung in his ears again and again long ago.

One, two, three... twelve, thirteen.

boom! ! ! ! !
The huge explosion shook the entire palace, impacting the imperial power that had remained unchanged for a century. Smoke and dust billowed out from the collapsed tower. Guilliman heard people screaming, the sounds of gunfire and swords.

Listening carefully, Guilliman could distinguish Angron's laughter and Perturabo's roar amid the noise.

The plan went smoothly... The garrison stationed at the palace felt unable to resist the combined attack of several legions.

A magnificent, rebellious, and blasphemous war was erupting on the hot land beneath his feet, with the goal being the shining crown on the emperor's head.

Robert Guilliman had been preparing for this for a hundred years, and when he saw the golden crown glittering between the Emperor's black hair, he made a hope of winning it.

But at this moment the Primarch did not seem to be in a hurry.

[Robert] waited there for nine minutes, doing nothing during that time but humming the ballad from Macragge softly over and over again.

He stood where he was, as warships fell from the sky above his head, tens of thousands of airdrop pods tore through the sky and headed for the defense station in orbit above Terra. The warp fluctuated violently, and a strange, abstract giant psychic eye opened above the sky of Terra - but no one seemed to be able to see it except Guilliman.

From time to time, roars and gunshots reached the secluded place where Guilliman was, but the Ultramarines guarding outside this small garden stopped the outsiders. Sporadic blood splattered on the ground. Guilliman just remained silent with boredom, and from time to time he looked curiously at the inner walls of the palace that were blackened by the wolf smoke with his deep blue eyes.

He thought of many, many things, King Konor on his sickbed, and Euden who had committed suicide by jumping off a building in grief and anger... But these mortals could not leave a mark on the core of the Primarch after all, and he thought of the Emperor.

[Emperor]...

It has been so long since he faced his father. Has the Emperor finally gone mad?

Nine minutes later, Guilliman turned around and leisurely followed the route he remembered. During this time, he ran into some unfortunate guards. Guilliman did not even draw his sword - he did not even carry any weapons.

He just faced the angry defenders who were unable to accept all this with his handsome and righteous face, and then smiled.

A blinding light lit up behind Guilliman. His loyal Ultramarines threw ammunition at those who blocked his way. The light illuminated Guilliman's eyes.

Apart from a tall, black-haired figure, nothing else was reflected in the image.

Guilliman continued walking, blood and bone sizzling under his helmet and boots, as if his boots had accidentally crushed an insect on the side of the road.
As they passed by the pile of corpses, a half-toned Iron Warrior suddenly struggled to grab Guilliman's cloak with his hands, blood gushing out of his mouth.

Guilliman's steady steps paused for a moment, he didn't even look at the Iron Warrior, his descendants from the Primarch's guards hurried over, half-knelt at the Primarch's feet, and shot the Iron Warrior three more times in the head.

[Go back and accept the punishment.]
Guilliman said calmly, and the soldier half-kneeling beside him nodded quickly. Ten seconds later, the guard team following Guilliman innermost had been replaced by a new group of people.

Guilliman just kept on going.

A strange light lit up in his eyes, and then extended along the cloak to his feet. The bright blue and dark blue shadows were like the shadows of trees speeding past a car, extending rapidly under the Primarch's feet. Under the shadow of Guilliman, the blood-stained floor became clean and brand new, and was once again splashed with blood and viscera.

Suddenly, I could no longer hear any other noise outside, only the sound of footsteps.

Then, in addition to Guilliman's footsteps, there was a sudden sound of hurried and quiet running.

In the shadow of the woods, a small red-haired figure quickly passed by Guilliman, with the childishness of his childhood.

Guilliman pauses.

[Number 15! Magnus!]
He watched as the little Primarch who was running ahead of him suddenly braked, gasping for breath and looking back in panic. Guilliman spread out his hands, remembering the smile of Lady Euden when she first met him - the Primarch raised the corners of his mouth, imitating the mortal mother in his memory.

[I didn't expect to meet you here... Number 15.]
Guilliman stepped forward and put his hand on Magnus' shoulder. The red-haired Primarch was so shocked that he even forgot to stop Guilliman's actions.

[You, you you you you are——]
[I am Number Thirteen, Magnus, but you may now call me Guilliman.]
[Why are you here - and why are you like this?! Guilliman?! !]
The little Primarch screamed, his eyes wide open, full of astonishment. He recognized that the person in front of him was his familiar brother No. 13, but why did he look like this? !
Guilliman imitated the actions of Lady Euden in his memory, naturally took Magnus' hand and led him in the right direction.

[A huge psychic impact caused time to overlap in a certain space.]
Guilliman said,

[You may have learned this far, or you may not, but don't worry, Magnus, you will understand the magic of time later.]
[Then you come——]
Magnus suddenly said urgently,
[Malcador has betrayed us! Guilliman — Malcador wants to harm our father!]
[I know, don't worry. Magnus, for me in front of you, all of this is in the past. The rebellion on Terra has been successfully resolved. All the primarchs were not injured, including our father. Only the rebels got the ending they deserved.]
[That's good--]
Magnus was visibly relieved.
[What are you doing here, Guilliman? Are you - are you simply caught up in this storm, or have you returned to help our father?]
Magnus looked towards Guilliman and saw a tall and handsome man, like a marble statue of Thera, majestic and righteous enough. Countless intricate gold patterns shone brightly on his blue helmet, and several badges hanging on his chest indicated the status of this Primarch - my God, he was just like their father.

[Probably neither.]
They arrived, and Guilliman, holding the still young, still naive, and forever foolish Magnus, stood inside the maze.

Guilliman pondered for a moment. The essentially "non-human" being covered himself with a delicate skin, but he was still greedy inside.

The Emperor's original intention was probably to have the Primarchs completely assimilated in the disguise room, but with Guilliman, he failed.

……

Guilliman recalled what Lady Euden had said to him that year. He was sitting in front of the bed at that time. It was dark outside the window. Magnus's rainstorm was knocking on his window. The lady with no fine lines at the corners of her eyes walked in quietly.

"Guilliman,"

She whispered, jumping onto the giant's bed and placing her hand on Guilliman's.

"You scared those kids. Promise me you'll be nicer to them next time, okay?"

As the candlelight flickered, Guilliman remained silent, staring at Lady Euden with his bright blue eyes. Most of the time, he had no ill intentions, he was just imitating the behavior of the Emperor in his childhood.

[So what should I do, Mother?]
"You can be kind, smile, Guilliman, or kneel down and look them in the eye, even though adults always insist that children don't deserve respect - but, but I hope you can do this, respect them, Guilliman, I hope you will be a kind child."

[If I do this, will it make those children happy?]
"Yes, of course, Guilliman, you can imagine an adult speaking to you as an equal - oh, sorry, I think everyone of us speaks to you like that, you may not understand the situation."

Lady Euton smiled apologetically, and her smiling face was reflected in Guilliman's eyes, and was reappeared in countless days and moons in the future, but Guilliman did not feel anything.

In fact, he had never been treated like this by the Emperor, nor had his brothers. Only the Emperor could dominate the Primarch, and the Emperor had never treated them equally. The Emperor dominated them and stood on a higher level. …

After a brief silence, Guilliman naturally squatted down so that his blue eyes could look straight at Magnus' eyes that were constantly changing colors.

At this time, Magnus' eyes were still intact.

[Indeed, I come for you, my brother, Magnus.]
Guilliman said sincerely, he gently grasped Magnus' arms and looked at Magnus - if necessary, he could even hug him.

The Primarchs of this period were rebellious and curious, with absolute stubbornness in their own personalities. They would rather pay a heavy price for their so-called fantastic ideas. The mortals below them feared them, while the Emperor above them despised them. There was always competition and jealousy among their peers.

So a little favor - a little respect - a little equality - was like a flame on a winter night - after all, these Primarchs had never been treated like this before.

But this still depends on the person. Only a fool like Magnus would believe this, while Guilliman never cares about these empty existences. He wants others to kneel down, he wants the scepter of the entire empire, and he wants the crown on the emperor's forehead.

Guilliman let his smile be tinged with bitterness,

[In the future, you... you died, Magnus.]
[? ! ! ! ]
Guilliman quietly looked at his brother who was so innocent, so simple, and so kind when necessary. Magnus was shocked and almost speechless.

[I-I don't understand, Guilliman.]
Guilliman shook his head and just smiled bitterly. He looked at Magnus with a look in his eyes that the little Primarch could not understand.

[I just miss you very much, my brother... In the future, you sacrificed yourself and won the war... I know you are facing a choice now. I know both sides want you to make a choice, Magnus, but I hope you believe - believe in your own heart.]
[I don't understand—why me?!]
Magnus was shocked. He was trying hard to understand Guilliman's words. He didn't care. These words did not require Magnus to understand now. They were a seed that only needed to sprout at the necessary moment.

[Because He…]
Guilliman sighed, he stretched out his hand, there was something broken in his palm, like a broken light blue crystal, or like a clear river that scattered after falling from a high altitude.

[That blue existence,]
Guilliman said softly, his blue eyes sparkling with faith, regret and light.

If it weren't for the glimpse into Tzeentch's memories and those absurd dreams, Guilliman would never have paid attention to such a red-skinned idiot. He would rather lie on Angron's guest bed and watch Angron being tortured in front of him in boredom.

[He chose you... It was fate that chose you, Magnus, and I can't do anything about it... Even if I would rather choose to fight against Him with you - but it can only be you, you once seriously injured Him, so He is obsessed with you.]
Guilliman raised his hand, and another fragment of destiny rose from his palm and floated to Magnus' forehead, shining like a star.

[This is... my soul?]
[a small part,]
Guilliman added,

[I only collected bits and pieces of his existence around his struggling body, I thought this might help you.]
Magnus remained silent, and sent out his psychic energy. After confirming that there was no problem with this soul fragment that resonated with him,

He chose to accept it.

Seeing Magnus accept the fragment from another destiny, Guilliman's eyes darkened, and then he spoke seriously again.

[Magnus - I still hope you can survive. I don't know if what I did will change the future, but I hope that this time before facing evil, you can take more care of yourself.]
[Magnus, you are a hero.]
Guilliman let go of his hand, stood up silently, took a few steps back, and watched the little Primarch in front of him screaming in a huge light. Then, the light dimmed, and in the silence, Guilliman saw the one-eyed Magnus with tears in his eyes - the adult one.

[Guilliman?]
A trembling voice came out of Magnus' mouth, and Guilliman responded casually with an untuned voice,
[I remember... I remember everything... I gave half of my soul to the Lord of Change.]
[That was your choice, Magnus. Although it is regrettable, I still respect your choice.]
[No--]
Magnus suddenly roared,

[No! It is necessary - I must give Him a part of my soul - though He will never let me call upon the Scourge again this time! - And - Guilliman! Guilliman - you don't... you know everything, don't you? I see you.]
[I don't understand.]
Guilliman said calmly,
[Sorry... Magnus, but I don't quite understand what you're saying now, can you give me some hints?]
[No……]
Magnus suddenly let out a wail.
[I see... You don't know anything yet, Guilliman. The you I saw is your future self.]
No, actually, it was just me.

Guilliman thought to himself, but his expression remained calm.

[So what are you going to do? Magnus - It's dangerous in the palace now. If you don't want to be involved in this war, leave here immediately.]
[No! I have to get involved——]
Magnus shouted in an unquestionable voice,
[I have completely understood it, just like Malcador did back then... I now understand everything. There must be a powerful enough force to sacrifice itself and cut off all tragedy and evil.]
[Guilliman - I actually saw it,]
Magnus turned around, smiling apologetically.

[I see you becoming king, Guilliman... I'm sorry that my prophecy ends here, but I know you will be the right one... It was you who found me back then, oh... I remember everything, Guilliman, I'm sorry that I may have to go first again and let you down.]
[Wait?! What are you doing?!]
Guilliman stepped forward and wanted to stop Magnus, but it was too late. This stupid guy had already made his choice firmly and believed that he was the right one from the beginning to the end.

It’s a pity that he entrusted his trust to the wrong person.

[Remember to apologize to Russ for me... Russ stopped coming to see me after that. I know what he saw from my one eye... I hope to clear up his misunderstanding of me, Guilliman, please.]
Oh, I will, of course I will.

Guilliman's smile grew wider and wider until it reached a horrible angle - I will chop off the head of that stupid dog of Russ and hang his dog head on the grave of your legion.

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The strong wind blew up little Magnus's red hair, fluttering in the wind.

The azure light that was bright enough to light up a sun rose before his eyes, and Magnus saw Malcador in the middle, offering himself with his arms wide open - the old man's figure had long since become like a dry branch in the wind.

[I am willing——]
[Magnus] shouted - he remembered those illusory, non-existent memories, memories of the future, memories of the past.

The conceited Lord of Change still hopes to tease Magnus and make him pay an absolute price and become a clown.

But Magnus, the Lord of Change, failed again this time——because of the great Magnus!!!
[bring it on!!!]
Magnus screamed heart-wrenchingly, and he felt blood spurting out of his throat.

[Come! Lord of Change - I call you to Terra, I call you to the Palace - I call you to Him - to the Lord of Mankind!]
Fountains of blood gushed out from his eye sockets, and the contract was established... contract... hehe... [Magnus] was destined to make Tzeentch fall twice here!

[Magnus] shouted, and as he spoke, [Malcador] in the giant pillar of light burned up and disappeared in the wind. At the same time, above that location, a huge blue hole opened in the center of the maze, and the entire Terra Palace was shrouded in a dazzling light - the warp had completely descended.

The Primarch felt a great force pulling him, dragging him away -

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Nine hours later, Guilliman, with blood all over his face and a wild laugh, strode out of the underground maze with a dagger that looked like a spine in his hand, followed by Mortarion with a deathly look on his face.

A dazzling crown is shining on the head of Robert Guilliman.

[What a bunch of idiots!]
Guilliman laughed and kicked away the corpses that blocked their way, but his smile terrified everyone - it was the insane laughter of some monster.

[The false emperor has been killed! And you tell me that the defense battle outside is not over yet - is Perturabo so stubborn?!]
He scolded his subordinates, watching the [Ultramarines] hurriedly running back, and then [Guilliman] turned his unblinking blue eyes to look at the seriously injured [Mortarion].

[I think you can get together with your regiment first - enjoy your last moments together.]
Guilliman bared his sixteen teeth. Surrounded by eighty-one great think tanks, Mortarion was filled with rage. He stood there and stared at Guilliman.
[What? Don’t you understand?]
Guilliman laughed.

[I said you can go to the reunion - after that I don't think you will see so many descendants who love you again, Mortarion, the reform of the Legion is imminent.]
The rage in Mortarion's eyes can almost burn the entire Guilliman to ashes, but this will only make Guilliman feel more interesting. How interesting it is that even if he hates you so much that he wants to torture you to death, you can still control him.

[You will pay for this, Thirteenth Roboute Guilliman.]
[Thank you for the curse.]
Guilliman kept smiling as he watched Mortarion's figure slowly disappear from his sight.

The next moment, Guilliman turned back with an expressionless face.

He strode forward, and the Ultramarines who didn't have time to run away from his path were kicked away by Guilliman. Guilliman scolded his heirs - why did he deal with the false emperor? But they haven't solved the outer defense yet? !

Then, Guilliman smiled again. Countless battle reports were coming to him. He knew what he should do, so he picked up the sword, the sword of the righteous and sacrificial Magnus.
He strode towards the side hall where Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children were holding out.

(End of this chapter)