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

Chapter 871 [313.] Plans, plans and plans

The Wolf Shepherd God should have been thinking about how to leave this place with dignity - and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Then he would realize that he could neither leave with dignity nor with honor, and that there were no reinforcements.

But fortunately, he was not thinking about this matter at all. The Wolf God was just standing on a few steps higher, holding the emperor who was still struggling with one hand tightly, looking up and staring at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Any intelligent creature would be dumbfounded upon seeing this scene. It was not Guilliman that shocked them, but the creature on the throne behind the Blue Primarch - the Wolf Shepherd God felt that his heart had stopped beating.

Above it, on the dirty throne, the flesh and blood that was filthy and twisted, gurgling with unknown liquid, was twisting like two boneless creatures that were forcibly squeezed into a small space. Countless messy blue bird feathers were mixed together, squeezed in the gaps between the flesh and blood, and were once again stained with pus and blood.

What was nailing the two behemoths to the throne was an equally dirty, scarlet dark red long sword - the sword seemed to have been pulled out from the spine of some giant beast, with fishbone-like spikes sticking into the air.

That is…that is…that is…

The Wolf God's pupils trembled. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His mind had already told him what the thing on the throne was, but he couldn't accept it rationally. He grasped the Emperor's hand and clenched it subconsciously, unable to accept seeing such an unseemly "Emperor", even though that was in another destiny line.

The hurried footsteps behind the Wolf God saved him. Horus came running over with a heavy breath. The Primarch also froze when he saw the being on the throne, but then he quickly adjusted his expression. Horus raised his hammer towards Guilliman firmly and slowly, and spoke slowly,
[You really did that, Guilliman... I'm not surprised.]
[Seeking benevolence will only bring you benevolence.]
Guilliman stood there with a cold face and a murderous expression. White light descended from the sky with no end in sight and sprinkled on the Primarch's face, forming a shadow that made it difficult for Horus to see Guilliman's eyes.

Guilliman did not look at the two Horus. On the contrary, he never even glanced at the two Primarchs. Guilliman stared at Neos who was being pulled by the Wolf-God, as if there was a thorn in his eyes.

The Wolf Shepherd God felt that there were billions of eyes in the void looking at them, sizing them up, and carefully assessing their strength and psychic power.

[The farce ends here.]
Guilliman spoke word by word, and some inexplicable huge spiritual pressure suddenly descended, instantly making it difficult for the two Horus to breathe.

The Wolf God felt his stagnant heart begin to beat wildly again, out of some inexplicable fear and pressure——

The psychic aura of Guilliman is so powerful that the Wolf God even feels that Guilliman is more fierce than the Archangel in his prime.

[He tried his best, but he only reached Terra—he was alone and brave, just like ten thousand years ago. He had no one he could really rely on, and they were all his tools.]
Guilliman gave a brilliant sneer, and as he spoke, his psychic energy had already spread out, and while guarding against the Emperor's sneak attacks, he wanted to eliminate the enemy as quickly as possible.

The two Horus are not to be feared, the main thing is the other Emperor. But strangely, that Emperor does not have much psychic aura now, which makes Guilliman cautious.

The Wolf God was not aware of Guilliman's concerns. Guilliman's words were like a sharp sword piercing his heart. The Wolf God could not help but smile bitterly. He pulled the Emperor behind him, guarding the still crazy Emperor, and then took a step forward, shoulder to shoulder with Horus.

[Tool?] He smiled bitterly, [At least now I know that my sincere wish is to defeat you, you hypocritical person, Guilliman - I knew that my opinion of you was correct.]

Golden light burst out from the Wolf God! Then, a powerful blue light was suppressed in the whole space. Countless blue monsters with bared fangs and claws, each larger than a Warhound Titan, slowly walked towards them from all around the void. The Wolf God suddenly realized that those monsters were all human, or at least they had been human.

Guilliman stood among his blue warriors, drawing his sword expressionlessly.

[I will let you know your mistakes.]
He said calmly.

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【past】

[You are wrong, Mortarion.]
Guilliman stood calmly in the mess, just like ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine bombs filled with mud and garbage exploding in the underground maze. It was terribly dirty here, but Guilliman was shining, his blue helmet was shiny and spotless.

[He, or Him, or fate, the final winner is me, you have not been told the whole truth, the future and the past, so you will lose.]
At Guilliman's feet, a man covered in blood was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, with countless fatal scars faintly visible behind his shattered armor.

[What he wants is not only to overthrow him, nor is it just to restrain Tzeentch, but to ensure that he can establish a great empire as a king after that - and you are just a useful revolutionary, a tool to overthrow tyranny and anger, not the emperor of a country.]
Guilliman squatted down, with another dagger on his waist, still from Magnus - Mortarion thought mischievously, how could Guilliman pull out his brother's spinal cord with his own hands with such a bright and majestic expression?

[But I just feel sorry for you, my brother. Our father was really cruel in this regard, treating you and me as tools.]
Guilliman reached out his hand to Mortarion.

[But I won't.]
The Primarch said sincerely, his face seemed to be shining, but Mortarion knew that anyone who really believed it would be in big trouble. The last unlucky person who believed Guilliman was Lorgar.

[Come with me to build a new country, my brother, I believe you are capable, you have always been the strongest among us.]
[You see, we have a good understanding between us, you and me, our father who deserves it, and Magnus who sacrificed himself voluntarily. Isn't this a successful way to bind Tzeentch to the throne?]
Could he not agree now? Mortarion looked at Guilliman's other hand hanging near the dagger at his waist, as if he would suddenly jump up and stab Mortarion through in the next second.

Even though Mortarion boasted that his psychic abilities were greater than Magnus', he was unable to withstand a blow from Magnus' Spinal Sword while being seriously injured.

Mortarion narrowed his eyes, and after three full seconds, the Primarch put away his playful expression. He gave a polite smirk and extended his hand to Guilliman.

This expression announced Guilliman's temporary victory.

It was as if Guilliman's action of taking advantage of Mortarion's weakness and stabbing him from behind had never happened.

[I have only one request.]
Mortarion's voice was hoarse. He knew that he still had the bargaining chip. If he insisted on not cooperating with Guilliman, the Death Guard outside the palace would be enough to give Guilliman a hard time. After all, Herrera and Karas were not ordinary people.

Just like Guilliman said, maybe Mortarion is not good at being a noble king, but he is indeed good at overthrowing an empire, or making things difficult for the rulers.

If Mortarion does not cooperate, Guilliman's plan to quickly recover the Empire will be shattered. As a result of the chain reaction, other Primarchs and Legions will also have second thoughts, and Guilliman will be faced with a mess that will last for thousands or even ten thousand years.

But if Mortarion agrees to join forces with Guilliman, then the two most powerful legions within the Empire will unite, and the other Primarchs and legions will have to consider their own weight.

[You can just ask directly.]
Guilliman smiled, the smile growing wider.

Of course he knew that Mortarion knew more, and Mortarion also knew that Guilliman knew part of it. Now that Mortarion was willing to hold his nose and talk about cooperation with him, it proved one thing -

Proves that [Mortarion] knows the existence of another destiny.

The First Rebel knew that another destiny would eventually arrive, but Guilliman did not yet know what Mortarion wanted that would be enough for him to cooperate with Guilliman.

[After your death, all the ownership and command of the empire in your hands will be handed over to me. If I die at that time, it will be transferred to my deputy Karas, Herrera, Vox or the person I designate last.]
Mortarion's hand paused in the air, his face calm but slightly provocative.

[I accept.]
Guilliman smiled and without any hesitation shook Mortarion's hand, and the shackles symbolizing the contract and domination lit up.

[Mortarion] opened his eyes slightly, unable to understand why [Guilliman] agreed so quickly. Was it because [Guilliman] was so conceited that he would not die, or did [Guilliman] think that "after he dies, who cares about the flood"?
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Now he would think that Guilliman was the type who would not care about the consequences after his death - or perhaps his original request and interest were a good deal for Guilliman, so Guilliman simply agreed. Later, it was proved that Guilliman's deal was extremely cost-effective. Mortarion had planned countless assassinations against Guilliman thousands of years later, but all of them ended in failure. Guilliman did not even use punishment except to be sarcastic and disgusting to Mortarion.

[Mortarion] felt the earth affectionately with his face, anxiously calling for another warp to come - come and share the pain.

Above the starry sky above his head, the battlefield where fighting was intense did not look like a battle at all. Instead, it was more like two rivers of different density and color colliding, crashing into each other and trying to assimilate each other.

Because of the two Star Gods being here, the Warp over there seemed unwilling to come over, although the Supreme Heaven on Mortarion's side seemed to be trying hard to squeeze over there.

As long as the two destinies meet... [Mortarion] recalled the conversation between [Number One] and him.

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[I think I want us to communicate.]
The blond [Number One] stood in the middle of his dark green conference room, looking at [Mortarion] like a wild animal.

Mortarion shrugged. Why didn't Number One go to Guilliman? On the surface, Guilliman was the one that the Emperor often went to. Number One was jealous of the wrong person. What was there to be jealous of Mortarion? The Emperor would only say some incomprehensible things to him.

In addition to Lorgar, Number One is also an outlier among the Primarchs - because he obviously has great faith and loyalty to the Emperor.

Perhaps even more loyal than Lorgar, Mortarion was unsure, otherwise why didn't Guilliman corrupt Number One as well? Instead, he only corrupted Lorgar.

This proves that [No. 1]'s loyalty is far greater than that of [Luojia].

[How much do you know?]
The beast-like eyes sparkled.

[I don't know anything.]
[Mortarion] Frankly speaking, in fact, his three deputies have already defected to Chaos.

[You know another destiny.]
The beast said affirmatively, and Mortarion's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then immediately returned to normal.
[how?]
The first rebel said indifferently,

[Is the Emperor so mad as to say this to everyone? I thought he was more stable at other times.]
[No,]
The removed [No. 1] spoke word by word,

[That's not madness, but because his authority and soul are being controlled by another existence - let's put that aside for now, how much do you know?]
[How much? I just know there's this other fate thing - but is that true? Do you really believe what he says in that state?]
Mortarion narrowed his eyes.

[Number One] took a deep breath and paced anxiously in the meeting room. The first rebel stood there with a calm expression, waiting for the lion to think it through.

Five minutes later, the lion stopped and looked at the rebel with a serious expression.

[I do not completely trust you, but I still believe that it was his intention to tell you - although I do not understand or know why he would do so, telling a double-minded scion Imperial secrets.]
[These words make me sad.]
The chief rebel spread his hands innocently, "I am indeed dissatisfied with his crazy state, but it is not to the point of disloyalty."
Lies. Let me emphasize again that all of Mortarion's deputies have already completed their transformation into Chaos.

[You better really be,]
The lion narrowed his eyes and spoke each word as clearly as possible, as if he was reciting an imperial decree.
[Listen carefully, Mortarion—Chaos is not completely unrelated, and the existence that my Lord is wary of also has fatal flaws, but that weakness is not in Him—the beginning and the end are connected, born from the end, the beginning is a flashback of the end, your goal should not be similar to others.]
Mortarion: Blink, blink.

[Gone?]
[Gone. ]
Why didn't he just tell me?
[…because…he wanted me to hear this too.]
Number One said, his eyes sparkling - the kind of look that said there were other plans and you were just part of the plan that Mortarion hated.

But Mortarion knew that Number One would never guess his and Guilliman's plan of rebellion. If he knew about this, then what would greet Mortarion now would be swords and bullets, not just a few bad words.

Number One, who claimed to know other plans, was nothing more than a victim of another plan. Mortarion thought maliciously that the Emperor had countless plans, and he only revealed part of each plan to his heirs so that he could play them around.

It doesn’t matter, Mortarion narrowed his eyes, he would definitely see the Emperor’s failure.

[What is Guilliman doing?]
After a brief silence, [Number One] spoke again. The lion obviously smelled something wrong, but [Mortarion] assured him that it was just a smell. [Guilliman] concealed it very well. The lion who thought he had grasped the real big plan would eventually die under [Guilliman]'s sword.

However, Guilliman probably wouldn't know about Number One's plan, Mortarion thought, the Emperor's plan was linked together, no one could say which one could be realized and which one could not.

But at least for now, Number One cannot be aware of his plan with Guilliman, and Mortarion guarantees that the Emperor will never let Number One know the true content of his current plan.

In short, the plan now is for Guilliman and Mortarion to join forces to overthrow the Emperor.

But deeper down, between the two Primarchs, it was the Emperor who tacitly allowed them to do so, and the Emperor's intention was to restrain Tzeentch -

Imprison this guy who cheats in fate on the Golden Throne and do not allow him to play with fate.

The Emperor also prepared rewards for the two Primarchs for success - an overthrown or killed Emperor and an entire Empire.

And this thing has actually been successful. The Emperor did not hesitate to use two fate anchors to accomplish it. One was the rebellion of Malcador on Terra a hundred years ago - this was actually the projection of the fact that Tzeentch came to Terra and was detained a hundred years later on a higher dimension.

This is why Guilliman and Mortarion conceded that the Emperor actually wanted them to go to Terra to launch a coup. The Emperor would use his own fate and the fate of the entire Empire as bait to pin down Tzeentch.

He handed the two aspects of this plan to Guilliman and Mortarion respectively - as for Guilliman, Tzeentch would probably also think of this aspect, but this was the game between Guilliman, Tzeentch and the Emperor.

[Mortarion] didn't know the whole story, but he knew that [Guilliman] would win in the end, because that guy acted so well that almost no one except [Mortarion] could see clearly that disgusting guy.

[Answer my question, Mortarion, what is Guilliman doing?]
[Number One] spoke again, pulling [Mortarion] back to his senses, pulling [Mortarion] out of the "current plan" and into a bigger plan.

[Of course it's a surprise for our father... what else could it be? Leo, ever since Guilliman became Warmaster, your hostility towards him has become more obvious. You could have just suggested it to him directly... there's nothing wrong with Guilliman, he's always been like that. It can't be that he suddenly became wrong after becoming Warmaster. It's you who's wrong. You're too obsessed with the Warmaster.]
[Mortarion] spoke hesitantly and humbly. As expected, he saw [Number One] suddenly froze, his face turning pale and blue.

Now Guilliman's little tricks can be concealed.

[Motarion] thought casually.

But what the lion told him...where would it lead him?
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[Another Destiny]

He raised his sword and chopped off Horus's left arm. Behind Guilliman, on the throne that he had never paid attention to, the blue feathers were stained with pink and purple.

(End of this chapter)