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

Chapter 854 [296.] Burnt Out
The sky burned.

A scarlet circular spot appeared in the light blue sky. There were no clouds in the sky, but the ripples caused by the huge force of the air flow were visible to the naked eye.

The stars are falling, just as they did ten thousand years ago.

The space stations in Terra's orbit were like plucked stars thrown down, falling into Terra's atmosphere. The huge explosions were like fireworks at a grand festival, blooming one by one in the sky.

But it was far less magnificent than the giants that came after it.

Looking from the ground, the fleet occupied almost a quarter of the field of vision. The original pearl white paint had long since turned into a cruel and deep gray amid the gunfire, like a sharp blade that had been through war.

Further away, looking from the pale blue sky, above the direction of Mars, a confusing picture appeared there. The cruelty caused by artillery fire and blood, from a distance, looked like a few random scribbles by a child in the sky.

The whole of Terra began to tremble, from deep underground, from the highest mountain peaks - and then, a blue light appeared.

Millions of dazzling blue magic arrays appeared out of thin air next to the falling fleet. Then, as if with someone's sigh, a giant magic array with a cross-sectional area that could encompass the entire fleet appeared on the path that the ships must take. It flashed nine times, and it was as if a giant, wriggling eye came alive inside the magic array.

Now, the giant eye was staring at the fleet that was making a death charge towards the land of Terra.

hum-

A distant low hum sounded, sweeping across the endless plains of Terra, across the highest mountain peaks, and across the endless ocean with treacherous waves that seemed like a living thing.

This is the power that distorts reality. With endless curses and gazes from within the warp, the few remaining ships began to burn—the leaping flames were not ordinary scarlet, but sparkling blue.

Between the blue flames, eerie ghosts were calling out, and the ghostly figures of the demons in the subspace were twisting, with strange and devout prayers.

In the center of the fleet - in the center of the room densely covered with runes written with the Emperor's blood, Neos was half-kneeling with one hand tightly grasping the sword and the other hand on his knee, his head bowed deeply, his black hair obscuring his expression, and only blood could be seen vomiting out of his half-open mouth.

Obviously - without a doubt - without question - the Lord of Mankind's plan had failed again. The Emperor's current state did not seem to be able to fight, and in order to reach Terra, he prematurely burned up the power originally reserved for fighting on Terra.

So much so that his original promise to Horus, that he would help his sons after arriving on Terra, seemed to have fallen through again.

This strategic misjudgment does not make the Emperor feel lost or guilty, failure is reality - but he must ensure that he keeps wielding the sword in his hand until victory or defeat.

The Lord of Mankind hung his head, as if he had burned out, turning into gray ash,

But he knew that the little strength he had left could still help the army a little bit - since he was no longer able to help with the landing battle, he might as well make the landing go smoothly.

The Emperor felt that the Khan was obviously exhausted - this usually tough and calm Primarch would not show his predicament, and no Primarch would be happy to show his weakness.

"It's up to you and your father on this one."

Malcador's voice seemed to echo in the Emperor's mind.
The Lord of Mankind did not care. He slowly stretched out his hand from his knees and once again clenched the sharp sword that was inserted into the deck. With both hands tightly holding the sword, the fierce and crazy golden light in his eyes between his black hair slowly lit up again.

"Horus... I'm sorry that I can't provide you with any help next - my child, remember, the only possibility of victory is to release another Emperor and Tzeentch."

"as well as……"

A huge spiritual pressure rose up again around the emperor, with an undoubted golden light. His long hair was instantly blown up violently, rising from the roots. Visible white instantly climbed up the black hair, and fine wrinkles began to appear at the corners of Neos' eyes.

Looking back at the Emperor's life before this, after Sanguinius founded the Ecclesiarchy, his power slowly recovered - but part of it was used to pay off previous debts, while the rest disappeared with the Fall of the Angels.

After that, he handed the throne to Guilliman, dispersed power to other Primarchs, and even separated most of Neos's psychic power.

But because the foundation of this power is too strong, coupled with Neos's powerful mental ability - he never shows panic, fatigue, or any ugly behavior that a human should have.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, Neos' true strength has always been a real mystery. Perhaps only Pluto has inadvertently and unconsciously glimpsed the Emperor's true psychic projection.

In short, the power the Emperor truly possesses is clearly no match for the arrogance and arrogance he displays.

Even though those who knew the truth knew in their minds that Neos was no longer the same as before, when they looked at the Emperor's majestic face, they still believed that the man in front of them was still the god like the sun.

Neos let out a long sigh, as if he was finally beginning to realize his own weakness.

The huge golden light once again surrounded the falling fleet, as magnificent and dazzling as a meteor shower falling from the sky, or as if the golden sun set in the west and never rose in the east again.

The decline of the Lord of Mankind began with the ascension of the Archangel, turned with the usurpation of Guilliman, and finally fell on the strategic deployment of another [Guilliman].

"...Horus Lupercal,"

Neos spoke calmly, and he felt his voice become hoarse and deeper.

This was his most beloved child, the first son to return, the chess piece he chose as a sacrifice, the one he loved, the one he didn't love, the one who was chosen - his love did not conflict with his demand for the child to sacrifice at all.

Neos knew exactly what he was doing - he didn't think about these things in the past, he just spoke and acted, rarely thinking about the logic behind them.

But now, he must encourage Horus - hand him the key to unlock the shackles - success or failure depends on this one move, success will lead to the next stage of victory, failure will be utter destruction.

He had to push Horus again - the Lord of Mankind was not sure whether Horus was the most suitable Primarch for his current position, but he was the last Primarch left by the Lord of Mankind. Perhaps Mortarion or Sanguinius would be more suitable for fighting than Horus, but they were not here.

It was obviously a bit of a rush for Horus, but Neos believed that Lupercal would not disappoint him - whether this was based on his judgment of Horus's strength or a father's prejudice against his eldest son? It didn't matter.

"You need to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

The Emperor spoke as calmly as possible.

"I know you feel lost and in pain after you regained consciousness. My child, this is normal. No one is perfect and no one is perfect. I have treated you very harshly, but no one is perfect and no one is perfect. Making mistakes is not terrible. The key is how to choose the next path after you have recovered your kindness and nature."

Lies, lies, lies, but the Emperor is indeed more merciful than his men when it comes to pardoning those who betray him.

After all, it still has value, after all, it can still be used. Neos can cooperate with aliens, and he can also sit at the same gambling table with Chaos - so it is obviously not difficult to accept to forgive the betrayer, not to mention that he chose the fall of Horus Lupercal.

Just like the Primarch who became the new Lord of the Empire a hundred years ago was destined to die of overwork; just like the Primarch who became the Pope of the State Religion a thousand years ago had to accept the tainted power of faith; just like the Primarch who became the Warmaster ten thousand years ago had to fall.

It doesn't matter who it is, it doesn't matter which Primarch it is, the outcome is already determined in that position. The Lord of Mankind chose the most suitable person to be placed in those positions, even if one of them was his favorite child, or perhaps it was because of that trust that it was Horus.

Neos chuckled, blood flowing out of his mouth. He felt extremely tired - he was indeed exhausted this time.

Therefore Horus must succeed.

"I did not punish you for your previous betrayal - Wolf Shepherd God, your power was not actually taken away, it was just hidden because you never made up your mind."

Neos coughed, and the golden light around him began to go out. The sun sank to the west, gradually falling behind the towering Himalayas, and a brilliant golden meteor shower streaked across the sky.

"I hope you can give yourself a chance, Lupercal. The only one who has not forgiven you is you. Accept yourself. I still hope to see the Wolf Shepherd God who was proud of the empire before."

That's enough, that's enough said.

Neos thought, he heard silence on the other end of the communication, but the Lord of Mankind was no longer able to respond, the last ray of light passed by - the sun completely sank below the horizon, darkness rose, and there was pitch black in the vastness.

He fell straight down, covered in his own blood.

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

【Main destiny line】

【now】

[Guilliman loses.]
The vampire [Sanguinius] grinned and said with a smile, lying on the bloody ground with his arms spread wide.

Archangel Sanguinius was strangling the vampire, just like the angel judging the devil in religious murals. The spear in his hand was raised high, against the vampire's neck - a small spot of blood oozed out.

But I don’t think we’ve won yet.

The Archangel said calmly that he also received a message from Guilliman on the other end of the communication - that was not [Guilliman], but [Alpha].

[indeed,]
The vampire grinned.

[Guilliman is the most disgusting Primarch I have ever seen. He is only temporarily defeated, not dead - in fact, he is now staying on Terra in the Chaos Empire.]
The archangel raised his eyebrows.
【How do you know? 】

[Horus just told me,]
The vampire gave a helpless smile.
[Guilliman's rule is also getting out of control. Pluto is destroyed, and the message is sent. Now your army and Horus' army have arrived in the solar system.]
The archangel's face changed slightly, and he instantly figured out which imperial troops were there - there would definitely be the Lord of Mankind and Horus.

[So, can you please give me a ride now?]
The vampire said with a smile, casually reaching out his hand and grasping the tip of the archangel's spear against his neck.

Death will send the vampire back to his original destiny.

[I have to go back and help Lupercal—at least we can die together, or make Guilliman unhappy before we die.]
The spear shook slightly, and Sanguinius began to think quickly about the current situation.
Now the only clear victory line is between him and Guilliman. Vulkan has basically been defeated, but is still struggling to hold on thanks to his resurrection ability. The situation on Angron's front is not optimistic either. The mental state of the Lord of Red Sand has begun to show signs of being contaminated by the Warp. Corax and Curze are almost being suppressed by Khorne [Corax].

But the good news is that Guilliman and Mortarion have enough armies, and Sanguinius believes that the two of them are enough to deal with the entire army - not to mention that Pluto is on the way.

Sanguinius pondered for a moment, made a simple assessment, and finally concluded that the battle line on the Lord of Mankind's side was not as optimistic as this side.

It was like a premonition - the Archangel had always felt that the Emperor would fall sooner or later, perhaps now.

What's more... the light in the Archangel's eyes dimmed. Letting the vampire go back would only widen the power gap on the other side - at least he was not sure whether the vampire really wanted to help the Empire kill Guilliman.

The vampire [Sanguinius] is likely to appear when all is lost and reap the benefits.

Victory on the other front involves the fusion of destiny. The Archangel does not want them to fight hard to win, only to lose everything because of the Emperor's failure.

【I want to go there too. 】

The archangel said calmly, then saw the vampire's eyes widen in amusement.

[Oh? Also for Horus, I guess?]
The vampire said jokingly, but the archangel didn't react at all, as if he was listening to something that had nothing to do with him.

[I just want to make sure the Lord of Humanity doesn’t make any mistakes…]

The archangel whispered, his voice lost in the wind.
[The last time he made a mistake... I fell from the sky. There can't be any more victims.]

[All right. ]
The vampire said, and then stretched out his other hand.

[Give me some blood, and I'll take you and your legion over.]
The archangel said nothing. He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips scratched his palm, and then blood flowed out.

Drop by drop, falling between the vampire's fangs.

[Now you can kill.]
The vampire said, and the archangel thrust his spear down without hesitation - blood surged up, and suddenly a huge amount of blood energy exploded across the entire planet, and the subspace began to fluctuate.

In the distance, Guilliman, who was hurriedly cleaning up the mess, received a text message from the Archangel.

[My legion and I are going to another destiny line for support.]

Just after these few words, Guilliman felt a surge of blood in his chest. Just as others said that he was becoming more and more like the Emperor, Guilliman felt that Sanguinius was becoming more and more like their father.

Even more bad news came the next moment.

The Endless and Necrons' line of encirclement of the Outers was torn apart by a legion that suddenly jumped into the battlefield - this caused a chain reaction, and now the Outers were jumping towards the battlefield where they were - the target seemed to be Hades.

The legion that suddenly leapt into the battlefield was Lorgar Aurelion and his Word Bearers, who had previously had a very low presence.

Above Chaos Terra, Guilliman chuckled, his eyes full of madness, looking at the billowing smoke in the sky. Since the Emperor chose to fight on his side - then he would naturally take this opportunity - to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Pluto must be eliminated.

(End of this chapter)