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

Chapter 869 [311.] Feel the pain!!!
Another fate line

“The end is near—I feel the rage…The threads of fate are converging, and I think I know who is manipulating fate… Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!”

[......]
[Horus] silently glanced at the figure behind them, his tightly pursed mouth moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't. He could only look at his other self, the wolf-shepherd god, as if asking for help with his eyes.

The other wolf-god who was swinging a war hammer said nothing and just kept swinging his hammer. He seemed to be under much more pressure than the Unknown One [Horus]. On the front battlefield in the distance, deafening explosions erupted one after another. The Titans fighting there were even more numerous than the flocks of birds flying across the sky.

Further away, the warship that crashed on Terra was like a giant meteorite, erecting an unreachable mountain on the horizon, whose altitude was only lower than the peak of the Himalayas.

Jagatai was there, holding back most of Guilliman's ground defenders with unimaginable strength. It was hard for the Wolf Shepherd to imagine how the Khan did it, but Jagatai did it. The Primarch of the White Scars seemed to have grown a lot in the ten thousand years of wakefulness. He and his legion were better at using small forces to hold back the enemy forces that were larger and slower than them.

"The end or the rebirth! I have never appreciated my - or his - it doesn't matter - Fourteenth Son so much. Rebellion and jealousy always brew delicious delicacies... I am so happy..."

In the protective circle behind the two tall Primarchs, a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched figure, a slightly crazy look, and long black hair mixed with a lot of white and gray hair suddenly knelt down while crying and laughing. He simply stretched out a hand to his mouth, bit it until it bled, and then wrote and drew something on the ground, but the two Primarchs did not notice any changes in the subspace.

It does fit with humans' most primitive stereotype of crazy witchcraft.

He seemed to see the main destiny line. Because of the anti-psychic energy, the face was squeezed to the ground, but he still stubbornly stretched out his hand to draw blood runes on the ground, and opened his mouth to curse the stupid [Motarion].

At this moment, the whole world fell into a greater crisis - on this point, they were in sync.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Horus glanced at the Wolf-God once more, and there was inevitably some panic in his eyes - he didn't want anything to go wrong with the Emperor now, but it seemed that allowing them to descend near the Imperial Palace had drained all of the Emperor's psychic energy and wisdom, causing Neos to turn into a real psychic madman in a short period of time.

The light in the eyes of the Wolf Shepherd God dimmed. He felt depressed in his chest. The excitement brought by the fighting could not cover up the gloom in his heart at all. He listened to his father's crazy words behind him and felt a pain in his heart.

My Lord,

After a brief silence, the Wolf Shepherd God spoke hoarsely. Although the battlefield was very noisy, the Wolf Shepherd God's voice was somehow clearly heard by everyone.

[You need to...rest for a while, we will soon attack the underground palace. ]

Strangely enough, the defenders the two Horus encountered were strong, but not strong enough to tear them apart easily.

Of course, this is also because of the awakening of the Wolf God. The Emperor who favored the Wolf God handed the key of psychic energy to the Wolf God, and his former warmaster also awakened powerful power because of this. Although the Wolf God is still a little confused now, it does not prevent him from using this gift that Neos had prepared for him when he resurrected him.

The Wolf God smashed dozens of Ultramarines that rushed up with his hammer, then raised his other hand. The muzzle under his arm armor, which was like a small cannon, lit up with a blazing light and shot out a powerful particle beam. His pupils flashed with golden light, and accompanied by bursts of blessings in the subspace, he accurately blew up the cockpit of a distant Titan.

【Father...cheer up, we need to keep moving forward now.】

After confirming once again that Neos's writing and drawing did not cause any ripples in the Warp, the Wolf God frowned slightly, then turned around, quickly and as gently as possible pulled up the Emperor who was kneeling on the ground drawing the blood formation, and pulled Neos to quickly catch up with the march of the army.

[He doesn't seem to hear what we're saying.]
[Horus] lowered his voice. Compared to the Wolf Shepherd God, he felt much better. He finally had the chance to raise his sword towards [Guilliman], the damn tyrant and hypocrite. [Horus] did not think too much about it. Although he had rebellious thoughts in his heart, in reality he was forced into rebellion by [Guilliman] step by step.

For Horus, reaching the surface of Terra would already be a victory, and he could now fight one step at a time - preferably until the vampire Sanguinius came back.

The wolf shepherd smiled bitterly.

[Father has exhausted all his strength in the landing battle just now... He may be temporarily unconscious due to the lack of spiritual energy... This is the first time I have seen him so tired.]

The last sentence is very light.
At the end of the landing battle, the Emperor could almost be said to be forcing himself to burn. Not only did he allow his army to land smoothly near the palace, he also used the aftermath of the forced landing to destroy all the defense artillery and space stations in Terra's atmosphere and low-Earth orbit.

This was also the reason why Guilliman did not use the super cannons he had deployed in Terra's atmosphere and low-Earth orbit to detonate them as soon as they landed - if those horrible defense platforms had not been destroyed by the Emperor's psychic power, they should have flown away with the Tibetan Plateau by now.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The emperor who was pulled up by the Wolf Shepherd God suddenly coughed up blood, and countless black and red blood clots were vomited out by him, but Neos's expression did not show pain. Instead, he revealed a fanatical madness.

“——What are you going to do?!”

Neos's voice almost startled the Wolf God, but the Emperor's next words made the Wolf God know that the Emperor was not talking about him.

"Hahahaha - I know! I know! That's what you were thinking! Hahaha, aren't you in pain?! Don't you see how many lives are suffering?! You play like this! You scheme against your children like this?! Hahaha, that's a really good plan!"

As Neos spoke madly, the earth began to tremble and an earthquake occurred. A long, scream-like cry came from deep within the earth, as if it was coming from across the entire Himalayas.

The Wolf God said nothing, gritted his teeth and continued to pull the Emperor to catch up with the team. In fact, the Emperor had already said a lot of crazy words, such as "heil!", "maga!", "canned!" and "I can only tell you to think more" - so the words just now were probably the crazy words of the Emperor at a certain period.

But Horus, who was walking in front of the Wolf God, stopped suddenly, and the Wolf God almost bumped into Horus. He frowned at Horus with some dissatisfaction, and subconsciously protected the Emperor beside him with his other hand.

[What the hell is this?]
The tone of [Horus] was strange, as if he had seen an abstinent and non-lustful Angron. The wolf god frowned and looked up, then he realized what a blasphemous scene he had seen.

The dark fire of anger and pain spread up from the depths of the earth, flowing up along the huge cracks created by the earthquake. Countless Space Marines and countless vehicles fell into those huge cracks.

At the same time, countless pitch-black demons like evil spirits crawled out. Their bodies were made of black fire, and they had sharp teeth and mouths. Two huge horns protruding from their skulls poked into their eye sockets.

For some reason, at the first sight of them, somewhere in my soul began to tremble, just as the army of Slaanesh made me feel blasphemous and the army of Khorne were all warmongering madmen, but these dark devils always made me feel genuine fear and despair, as if I saw a skinny corpse that had struggled for thousands of years but still failed, with no hope.

These dark devils are not like the ordinary Chaos Lords with different arms and vehicles. They only have one type and a few variants, which are independent humanoid individuals that are twisted in pain.

[Which chaotic demon army is this?]
Horus' voice trembled.
[I am sure that none of my brothers are capable of summoning such a demon... Although the feeling of this flame is very similar to Mortarion, I believe it is not him.]
The good news was that these terrifying demons did not attack them, but rushed towards the Ultramarines. They were not big, and most of them looked like malnourished human slaves. Dozens of demons rushed towards a Ultramarines, and the flames on their bodies burned into the gaps in the armor. In an instant, the battlefield became chaotic, and countless dark demons piled up and bit at the well-equipped warriors. Although the demons did not look like they could penetrate the defense of the Space Marines, their numbers were large enough.

【…】

The Wolf God blinked blankly. He looked at those dark and weak demons in disbelief. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the Emperor. Some amazing changes happened in just a moment. He saw that Neos had his eyes closed tightly, and two lines of dark tears ran across the Emperor's cheeks.

But he was still laughing, showing his white and shining teeth.
"Hahahahaha!"

The emperor laughed loudly, his messy hair hanging down, as if he was laughing and crying.

"Look, I told you you deserved it!!!"

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[I should have expected that you would attack me at this moment.]
Guilliman spoke in a restrained voice, gritting his teeth, as if he wished to skin and bone the man in front of him the next moment.

His voice echoed under the throne. It was pitch black all around. Only a twisted and blasphemous creature, nailed to the throne by a blood-red spine, was wriggling.

The two slaves of Guilliman were struggling together on the throne that was so stained with blood and dirty water that its original luster could no longer be seen. During the long ten thousand years, they were almost coexisting with each other. Guilliman only saw those facial features twisted and stuck together. Close to the bottom of the throne, a human eyeball was squeezed under layers of blue feathers, spinning and looking at him.

[Don't you recognize me yet?]
Guilliman gritted his teeth and said, he opened his arms and asked in a challenge,
[Didn't you hint to me to nail you to the throne?]
There was fire in his words, full of anger, and some kind of pain from a higher dimension was descending upon this Primarch who had been the monarch for ten thousand years - some kind of malice that had been obscured for ten thousand years by the previous emperor was now unveiled, revealing its true face.

[Didn’t you allow me to do this?!]
Guilliman roared,

[Could it be that Mortarion and I really have the power to trap you and Tzeentch on the throne together?! Didn't you acquiesce to us doing this?! Now you tell me you regret it?! ! ! You have been deceiving me all this time?!]
Guilliman suddenly turned his head and sneered - his current state was extremely unstable, not because he discovered the truth, but because the "pain" that had been hidden by the Emperor had finally begun to backfire.

[I knew you were hiding something... I just didn't expect... hehe... you would rather endure so much just to bring down your child? Has your hatred and vengeance reached this point?]
Guilliman sneered. He knew of course that the Emperor must have had a backup plan back then, but he never expected that the Emperor would be so cruel to him.

Previously, when the Emperor saw the humans in this line of destiny, he cried extremely sadly, and the other Primarchs in the main line of destiny also sighed that they seemed too numb when they saw the humans following the team in this line.

This is because in this line of fate, the "human" race has been deprived of the ability to feel pain.

No, it cannot be said to be deprivation, but rather a kind of extraction - those pains have been absorbed by some higher-dimensional existence since their birth, so the slaves curled up in the cage are left with only numbness.

For ten thousand years, a full ten thousand years, all the suffering of mankind was collected by him alone and borne by him alone.

This is why - the Lord of Mankind finally understood why he felt a certain kind of pain all the time when he created the Primarch, because ten thousand years later, he was the master of pain and despair, and the echoes of the future reverberated in the past and present.

A turbid tear flowed out from under the eyeball that was squeezed and deformed, and the sticky and smelly tears were roughly wiped away again by the struggling and squirming Lan Yu.

He only did one thing, and when he was betrayed by Guilliman, he only kept one of the powers that were taken away from him.

One, the most core, the most important, which, if taken away, would allow Guilliman to maintain his rule for ten thousand years, one that would make all the Primarchs feel arrogant and contemptuous -

【pain】.

All human actions and reflexes are based on the pain of failure and the joy of success, but if we look for the most essential one between the two, it must be pain.

The negative feedback brought by pain has taught humans how to survive. The more unfavorable the external information is for survival, the more painful it makes people feel. Primitive people tried their best to drive away wild beasts, not touch the fire directly with their hands, and seek a better life - everything is to avoid pain.

And ten thousand years ago, the Emperor took away the suffering of mankind.

So only numbness remained, and people who had lost sight of their pain had even less motivation to resist - the primarchs should have seen these changes, but they were too arrogant and complacent, and out of touch with the masses.

But the pain did not disappear. What the Lord of Mankind did was only to strip away the painful parts of the human soul. Under Guilliman's high-pressure rule, pain was generated all the time and gathered again on the Emperor who was imprisoned on the throne. In the end... these pains that were suppressed to the extreme turned into power.

But the Emperor still retained a trace of kindness at the beginning.

If the Empire under Guilliman's rule truly enjoyed long-term stability and the people were happy and healthy, then most of the power accumulated from pain would be used to suppress Tzeentch, and not enough power would be accumulated for use elsewhere.

but now……

A huge, vague black shadow hovered above the golden throne—

[Lord of Mankind] is already very powerful, powerful enough for a new ascension to godhood.

The cause is the effect, and the effect is the cause.

The lack of pain leads to numbness and submissiveness in humans, causing Guilliman to mistakenly believe that humans are more tolerant, and he expels them into even harsher and more difficult environments.

Now, those accumulated evil spirits of pain are coming to find him.

On the throne, the towering, bony, scarlet spine began to shake, and underneath it, the two monsters struggled violently, as if trying to break free from their restraints.

(End of this chapter)