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

Chapter 870 [312.] Painful Miracle

When the two Horus dragged the nervous Neos into the temple, everything here had been distorted.

They stumbled into the temple amidst the artillery fire. The four leading siege Titans, surrounded by the other smaller Titans, slammed into the side door that had been sealed by the Ultramarines long ago. Boom! Thick concrete slabs connected to broken steel bars collapsed to the ground, instantly crushing several Ultramarines behind the bunkers to death.

The leading vanguard had already rushed in, and Horus also rushed into the palace waving his war hammer and shouting slogans. The wolf shepherd god hurriedly pulled Neos into the palace where the ground was in a mess.

Just a quick glance inside the palace made the Wolf God startled.

This place was far from what he had imagined. It looked like a palace, but it was not at all magnificent or dazzling. There was neither pure gold nor strange blue.

All the pillars, walls, ceilings, and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling looked like tar-smoked, half-melted butter, revealing an extremely dirty, indescribable color.

Everything was distorted. The originally straight pillars were crooked, and the reliefs on the walls had melted features, with dull and hateful faces. Some kind of flowing burnt tears flowed down the walls. Those tears were thick and thin, almost covering the entire wall and floor.

In a trance, the Wolf Shepherd God felt that these twisted tear strips were still alive and wriggling, which was a sign that they had been dead for a long time. They were like maggots crowding the floor, twisting and rejoicing on the giant's corpse.

From time to time, some blue liquid like pus squeezed out from those yellow strips, which was equally dirty and mixed with unknown black dots.

It's like a temple painted by a mad Van Gogh using excrement and vomit.

The gods are dead.

The Wolf God felt that he didn't want to put his boots on such a dirty ground, but the thought only paused in his mind for a moment, and then he strode forward - and tried his best to walk on the ground stained with the blood of the [Ultramarines], and not let himself touch the dirty yellow and black.

At the same time, he pulled the hand that was holding Neos and exerted force. The Wolf God subconsciously pulled up the crazy Neos to prevent his father from touching the dirty floor. Fortunately, the Emperor was now the size of a mortal and was crazy, and did not resist the Wolf God's actions.

Only when the Emperor actually sat on the Wolf Shepherd God's arms did the Wolf Shepherd God's breathing suddenly stagnate, realizing what he had done subconsciously -

The Primarch simply did not want the Emperor to walk on such filthy ground, his mind still in shock at the desecration of the Imperial Palace, and the rest of the steps were automated by the Wolf Shepherd, just as he pulled a Son of Horus from the wounded and carried him to the infirmary.

In short, I'm used to it.

But fortunately, the crazy Neos didn't care about the actions of the Wolf God. The Wolf God even doubted whether the Emperor could tell where he was now. The Emperor just laughed and cried, and disturbing burnt tears flowed from his eyes.

At one point, the Wolf God suspected with horror that these tears came from the same source as the dirty things in the palace.

Fortunately, Neos was temporarily controllable. He just sat on the Wolf God's arm armor and cried and laughed noisily. His nonsense did not involve the Wolf God or the existence that the Wolf God cared about. So the Wolf God gritted his teeth, calmed down, and hurried to catch up with [Horus] in front.

He felt something subtle in his mind, but he couldn't think deeply because of the urgency of the war - after all, the Wolf God was not like Guilliman who could let his imagination run wild. The Wolf God needed to ensure that he focused all his energy on the attack.

Outside the palace, the deafening and terrifying explosions sounded one after another, like the distant sea beating against the coastline. The Wolf God could not imagine how much pressure the Khan was under now, dragging the main force of Terra - his good brother was far more reliable than he thought - perhaps Chagatai should have been the war commander back then.

However, things became strange inside the palace. They encountered neither fierce resistance nor ambush. Everything went smoothly. Only in the gradually melting and dirty palace were the corpses of the [Ultramarines] lying quietly on the floor, and the black fire burning on their blood.

It was as if all the Ultramarines stationed in the palace had died suddenly in an instant, and pain burst out from the depths of their souls, burning them up.

Horus, who was walking in the front, had an increasingly strange expression on his face. These strange scenes made him slow down his pace and walk side by side with the Wolf God. Horus turned his head and first glanced at the Emperor who was talking nonsense with a strange look, then looked at the Wolf God again.

The relationship between the two Horus is okay. At least when facing each other, they find that each other's personalities are rare normal human beings.

[I suspect this was the work of my...father.]
When Horus said the word "father", his tongue seemed to be burned. He spat out the word with disgust.

[Guilliman failed to kill the Emperor, He still lives, and as...]
[Horus] looked at the Emperor sitting on the arm of the wolf-god.

[Becoming more active as we get closer? ]

The Wolf Shepherd God took over the conversation, his eyes sank, and he carefully felt the direction of the subspace.

【I think this is a symbol of the fusion of two destinies,】

He said cautiously,
[I still don't know what the Emperor used as a sign of the fusion of the two destinies, but I guess that when the two emperors meet, their destinies will begin to merge - after all, they were participants in the original bet, and there is only one Tzeentch.]

[Horus] pondered for a moment and nodded.

[If fate merges... is it okay on your side?]
The Wolf God blinked. He was a little hesitant, but he didn't have much choice. In fact, the Emperor didn't offer him any choice.

We have no other choice.

The wolf shepherd lowered his voice.
[It has come to this point. The only way to break the impasse is to release your Emperor and Tzeentch... Chagatai can't hold out for too long. Once the battle line outside collapses, "Guilliman" will quickly counterattack, and then you and I will be surrounded and annihilated.]

[All right,]
Horus touched his chin, but ended up smearing blood on his face.

[My only concern now is our...Emperor. I thought I had forgotten his cold-bloodedness, but now it seems that I have remembered it again.]
[Horus] tilted his head and looked thoughtfully at the human figures that were half-melted into the walls and floor of the palace. Those dirty shapes were half-melted into the palace, like half-melted cocoons, and slowly struggling and squirming their facial features. [Horus] thought that at least half an hour ago, these strange palace decorations should still be living people.

The two Horus were still walking hurriedly towards the entrance of the underground palace. Horus continued his topic while observing carefully.

[To be honest, I'm surprised he——]
He glanced at Neos again. For some reason, Neos had become quiet now, like a puppet with its strings cut. It was so quiet that it was a little scary.

[He is so approachable, while our Emperor hardly ever explains, compromises, or talks much - well, I once thought that the 'Emperor' was actually dying, but alas he has outlived everyone else.]
The wolf god's right eyelid twitched. He didn't want to explain or compromise.

In fact, the Emperor was once like this, especially in the mouths of other Primarchs. Later, the Emperor changed, and it was almost impossible to see his former cruelty, but a certain essential existence seemed to have remained unchanged. At least in the eyes of the Wolf God, the Emperor's essence and core have never changed in the slightest.

He just changed his skin.

An Emperor who was cruel to others and allowed the Wolf God to become the Warmaster; and an Emperor who was frivolous to others and caused the Archangel to fall from heaven - well, the Wolf God couldn't tell which one was worse.

The Emperor only loves humans, which is a kind of great love - in other words, the Emperor actually loves no one, and people with great love are the cruelest.

[Perhaps he realized that better communication would be more friendly to his warriors.]

The wolf shepherd god said, touching his nose guiltily.

He looked at the quiet emperor again, and countless moments flashed through his mind: the golden ring, the crown, the four-color chaos, a point of broken starlight, the blood-red eye filled with pain, and then atonement, never seeing himself again, never seeing the Milky Way again.

In a trance, the Wolf Shepherd God caught the vague and subtle confusion buried in the dark corner of his heart.

[…I don’t really care about his attitude and tone now…there’s no difference?!]

Before he finished speaking, the Wolf God was startled for a simple reason. Neos, who had been unusually quiet just now, suddenly jumped off the Wolf God's arm armor at a speed that the two Primarchs could not catch up with, and almost stumbled to the ground with his head hit the ground. Then Neos ran towards the front, shouting spells that no one could understand.

[My Lord? ! ! Wait? ! ]

The wolf god was shocked and immediately tried to catch up with Neos. Horus also led his team to follow, but they seemed to always be separated from Neos by a space. The mad figure walked on the floor full of countless twisted human figures as if it were flat ground, and after he passed by, those human figures that were originally struggling slowly began to wriggle and twist extremely actively as if they were alive.

"I see you!"

Neos shouted, stumbling forward,

"I know - I know! You only tell half the truth - you don't trust your children?! No! You think that no one will follow your plan after knowing the whole truth! Hahahaha - otherwise you deserve it! I deserve it too!"

Neos laughed loudly and rushed to the entrance of the underground palace, which had long been violently broken open by the human-shaped roots growing out of the floor and walls. At this moment, it was like the mouth of a wild beast, with its mouth wide open, spewing out hot, dark air.

The Emperor jumped down without hesitation, ignoring the screams of the Wolf God behind him.

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Fusion...

Fusion...

[Mortarion] struggled to hold on to his body. He felt as if an entire battleship was pressing on him, trying to crush him to pieces.

But he still moved his fingers with difficulty, writing the spells with the flowing black blood. The Primarch felt that his vision was becoming increasingly blurred, which was a precursor to coma or sudden death.

In a trance, in a dirty dark room, he vaguely recalled some fragments - some that he had once forgotten, but later regarded as treasures. ……………………

Another fate line

【? ? ? 】

"Look, Fourteen, this is Chaos."

The Lord of Mankind spoke carelessly, standing behind No. 14. This was the first time he called No. 14 out alone. He played with the little guy's thin arms and hands out of boredom, and forcibly bent the Primarch's head to an angle where he could see the strange gods in the warp. He felt the Primarch's breathing tighten suddenly, and then a sound as thin as a mosquito sounded,

[What...what is that?]
"chaos."

The Emperor said casually. He lowered his head and tilted the Primarch's head upwards until he could look directly into the Emperor's straight golden pupils.

The black hair fell on Mortarion's face, making the Primarch feel itchy, but also like a dark cage that imprisoned him.

A shadow covered the face of the "Emperor", only his eyes were shining brightly.

"Why did you become tainted with Chaos, my poor child?"

[What are you talking about?!]
"You don't have to understand. You will understand later."

[The Emperor] blinked and looked away. After that, both he and No. 14 would forget this memory until No. 14 remembered it when necessary.

"Number 14. Look, there are four in total."

"But the most important one is only that one, do you understand? Number 14, there is only one, the most important one -

Our destiny and the world are built on His jokes and contracts. This is the question. Number 14, a being that has already experienced destiny once, what will He do this time? What does He want to do? "

The Emperor's eyes were bright and sharp, like the rising sun, but the next moment the darkness was stained with gold, like a solar eclipse.

The dark-eyed [Emperor] stared at the sky with a half-smile, as if he was looking at an invisible enemy.

A chaos that has already experienced its fate once.

"But He didn't choose you, how strange."

He said, and repeated it again, as if he was very confused.
"He didn't choose you, Fourteen, but you were chosen by all the others."

The Emperor's hand stroked Fourteen's shoulder thoughtfully.

"Everything except Him has chosen you, Fourteen. What does this mean?"

How does he know what that means?!

Number Fourteen gritted his teeth. The young Primarch could not understand a single word the Emperor said. He just felt confused and fooled. He had no idea what the old man was going to do.

[Emperor] patted Fourteen’s shoulder.

"Think more, No. 14, think more."

His voice seemed to penetrate through the thick layers of water and reach the ears of the drowning Mortarion.

“I can only tell you to think outside the linear thinking.”

Hundreds of years later, when Mortarion saw Guilliman with a blue flame burning on his soul, he suddenly recalled the scene on Terra.

Why didn't Tzeentch choose him? Why didn't he choose Mortarion?
Mortarion was silent. He chewed on the Emperor's words word by word, recalling those scenes over and over again. Then he vaguely realized something about the chess game between Tzeentch and the Emperor.

Thousands of years later, when Mortarion was covered in blood, standing in the underground labyrinth of Terra, standing in front of a monster that was half a step away from becoming the Dark Lord, the Primarch suddenly remembered again - all beings had chosen him, so did this include the Dark Lord?

He already had the answer.

He was chosen by the Emperor to be the final sickle in his plan for revenge.

Even if Mortarion himself is willing or not.

The Emperor told him or hinted at more, or perhaps the Dark Lord told him more, but either way, Mortarion would let his vengeful rage drag everyone down to hell - except Hades.

[Motarion] felt the call of [Herrera] in the severe dizziness - no, don't worry, that moment may not come yet.

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Guilliman was questioning with a sneer.

He brandished his sword and fought against the dark figures that rushed towards him. He felt the restraint of power, and the scum on the throne was looking down at him with an unacceptable attitude.

With a grim look on his face, the clever Primarch recalled the scene of that year.

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“He chose you…”

Beside the warm stove, the Emperor turned his head sideways, not looking at Guilliman, but staring straight at the bonfire. For some reason, the golden light danced between the Emperor's pupils, but was swallowed up by the darkness in an instant.

"Guilliman - I know you are intelligent, calm, and considerate."

Of course, Guilliman was not deceived by his adoptive parents, but handed Macragge over to the Empire directly.

"You are destined to be a king,"

The voice of [Emperor] was so light that it was lost among the crackling of sparks.

"You will not be subordinate to anyone, no matter who chooses you... Guilliman, no matter what you see or hear... do not submit to anything... You have the power to use everything to climb to the top and build a true empire."

After that, countless times late at night, Guilliman would recall these words, and he soon grasped the real key, the core that the Emperor conveyed to him, not to let any existence override him - and in order to successfully do this, the Emperor would help him at all costs.

As for why we do this...

Guilliman's blue eyes sparkled in the night sky, because He had chosen him, and the one the Emperor really wanted to deal with, the one who was the most difficult to deal with, was He who had chosen Guilliman.

As expected, He revealed a glimpse of His broken fate to Guilliman.

This is what the Emperor has always feared.

We must stop it at all costs, even if it means causing him suffering.

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[So now you regret it again.]
Guilliman spoke word by word, looking straight at the throne, the decapitated black monster bowing at his feet.

[I'm not surprised by this. After all, you have always been a very bad person in our minds.]
[But - I'm really curious, where does your power come from? I think I have carefully weakened all the sources of your power.]
“Hiss—it hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!!”

Guilliman turned around suddenly, and in the darkness, Neos, who looked extremely embarrassed, fell in. Then, a big hand followed closely behind, and before Neos fell face first to the ground, the hand picked him up.

【…】

The wolf god, who was only focused on chasing Neos, slowly, awkwardly, and with difficulty raised his head and met Guilliman's murderous gaze.

After Guilliman, two blasphemous beings on the tall throne looked at him together.

(End of this chapter)