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

Chapter 872 [314.] Provocation
The arm with half of the forearm between the arm armor was spinning in the air. The cross-section was smooth and had a slightly fishy smell.

The great blue night sank.

Horus' pupils shrank as he was repelled by Guilliman's spiritual pressure. The claws that stabbed at Guilliman were easily cut off by the sword.

The armor that was originally as solid as a rock became as soft and fragile as a mushroom under the psychic slash of Guilliman.

But Guilliman's attack had not stopped. In an instant, time seemed to stop. Horus was knocked to the ground and fell slowly backwards, but Guilliman in front of him seemed to be a person moving normally in a slow-motion shot. The cold-blooded king raised his sword with a sharp blade and pointed it directly at Horus' throat.

Is this the end?

[Horus] thought about it and didn't have too many complaints. It seemed that this outcome had been anticipated ten thousand years ago. He didn't regret it, nor did he feel rash - the fate of his other brothers who had disappeared or were sleeping was far more absurd than his.

[Horus] heard the cry of another Wolf God behind him, and he saw the golden light burst out from the corner of his eye. The Wolf God swung his hammer in an attempt to stop Guilliman's sword, but [Horus] knew that this hammer could not block the sword from Guilliman for him, and it was too late.

until--

Behind the wolf-god, the madly wandering Emperor who had been hesitating behind the two Horus suddenly had his eyes light up. He glanced at Horus and finally, in his somewhat clear eyes, he saw a child corrupted by Chaos, his sixteenth son.

Guilliman, who had been paying close attention to the Emperor's every move, immediately had alarm bells ringing in his mind. What he feared most was not the two Horus, but the Lord of Mankind - but since the battle began, the Emperor had not taken any action until just now.

Guilliman knew that in that line of fate, the Lord of Mankind particularly favored Horus. Could it be that his attack on Horus provoked the Emperor, so the mad Emperor finally decided to join the battlefield?
Thinking of this, Guilliman could not help but prepare for defense, and his movements became three times faster.

? !
A beam of light quickly passed by the three people who were entangled.

? ? ! ! !

The Lord of Humanity rushed over quickly——and passed them directly, heading straight for the Golden Throne behind Guilliman!!!

!!!

Guilliman immediately realized what the Emperor was trying to do and turned his head away in embarrassment, his pupils shining brightly and a sea of ​​psychic energy descending. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety twisted and strange giant hands smashed down from the boundless sky and directly interrupted the Emperor's sneak attack!
Guilliman's distraction gave Horus a chance to escape. Horus hurriedly bent back and barely avoided Guilliman's sword, which was swung by inertia. Then the wolf-god's hammer smashed down and deflected Guilliman's sword.

But Guilliman did not care that his attack had failed. The moment his sword was smashed, the king angrily flashed behind the Emperor who was urgently stopped by the Thousand Hands. A blue light burst out, and he swung his sword carefully, but saw that the Emperor dodged the Primarch's sword like a loach. The sword wind only cut off some black hair, and those black threads swung in the air.

"As expected, it's number 13."

The man's calm, joking voice echoed in the space, as if he was just saying that the weather was good today - but in fact, there were countless blue arms hanging beside him, those hands with sporadic blue feathers and countless pupils on the exposed skin, ready to launch another deadly attack at any time.

"I thought you would be angered by Horus. After all, your essence is closer to that realm."

Guilliman sneered. He didn't say much. He didn't like to speak in battle unless it was a tactic. However, his other brothers liked to chatter in battle and say useless nonsense.

The light in the Primarch's blue eyes grew brighter, the raging sea rolled, and the arms that dropped from the sky attacked the Emperor. The psychic energy and power wrapped around each blue arm was enough to destroy an entire planet and plunge an entire galaxy into chaos, but at this moment it was just an arrow among the thousands of troops that struck the Emperor.

Seeing the twisted monster arms pressing down on the emperor like collapsing mountains, the pupils of the Wolf God in the distance shrank. His first reaction was to run towards the direction of the Lord of Mankind, but through the gap in the blue sea he vaguely caught a glimpse of the meaningful eyes looking towards him.

In the blink of an eye, out of Guilliman's sight, the Wolf God was struck by lightning and realized what the Emperor wanted him to do.

The Wolf God hesitated for only a moment, and then he rushed towards Guilliman who was commanding the Thousand Arms as if he didn’t care about his life. The golden light and thunder gathered on the hammer he swung, and the golden flames gathered at one point and rushed straight to Guilliman’s vital point!!!

? !
There was a hint of surprise in Guilliman's blue eyes, and then he simply turned his hand slightly, not even bothering to look away, and a giant hand appeared out of thin air and smashed directly towards the Wolf God - because he was eager to attack, the Wolf God was not even prepared for defense.

boom! ! !
The Wolf God braked suddenly and put his hands in front of his chest, but was still knocked away by the giant hand. The crisp sound of armor and bones breaking could be clearly heard among the chants of millions of arms.

Horus, who had just reacted, opened his mouth, his pupils trembling, and he was so surprised that he made a funny sound.

[You don't have to...you're so loyal to him?]
But the Wolf Shepherd God probably couldn't respond to him. When the billowing smoke and dust dissipated, the Wolf Shepherd God was revealed with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He hung his head and half-collapsed on the ground. There was a huge hole in his chest, and blood gushed out like a stream.

The Wolf Shepherd God half-closed his eyes, and the light in his eyes was dim, as if he was dead.

[Is this how you want your child to work for you?]
Guilliman, who had been silent the whole time, curled his lips, and with another wave of his hand, several giant arms went to entangle the two Horus. Horus was originally no match for Guilliman, and the Wolf God needed to pay some attention and be vigilant, but now that he was seriously injured and unconscious, Guilliman didn't need to worry about it. Although Guilliman wanted to take the opportunity to kill the Wolf God directly, the crackling sound of the explosions among the thousands of arms in front of him forced him to be extremely vigilant when facing the Lord of Mankind who had regained his sanity.

Gold and black flames flickered, burning out from the dense forest of blue arms. Guilliman's pupils were unstable, and he felt a great pain attacking his soul along the psychic link.

"This is the Primarch's mission - why else would I have created you?"

A faint, smiling voice came from the crackling of sparks. Guilliman's mouth twitched as he realized that the psychic creature he summoned had been defeated. Those muscular arms were entangled together, and suddenly collapsed after a few twitches. Then, the man pulled apart the drooping arms and slowly walked out.

The emperor's pupils were golden, but for some reason, a black star was spreading in the deepest part of the golden pupils.

Guilliman's breathing tightened as he felt a familiar breath coming towards him - this was a feeling of oppression that the disrespectful old thing had never given him before. The cold-blooded king subconsciously glanced at the existence on the golden throne. What made him uneasy was that the struggle of the two monsters was becoming more and more obvious.

Could it be that his father was resurrected in the self in another line of destiny?
Guilliman retreated half a step without leaving a trace, the sword in his hand following the direction of the Emperor, and he felt more and more that this might be the truth.

“Am I a good father who enjoys being in a home with a dozen problem children?”

The Lord of Mankind said with a smile. No one noticed that his fingers hidden behind his back were trembling. He still stood there, his long hair mixed with gray and white flying. His mere presence gave his enemies a great sense of oppression.

He listened to the roar and screams of his other self - it was so miserable. The other self was probably almost crazy, at least that was the Emperor's judgment. As soon as he stepped off the Golden Throne, the other self would immediately begin to ascend to godhood - to become the Dark Lord, unless something interrupted him.

Guilliman felt himself retract his newly-aroused vigilance, but he still did not intend to talk to the Emperor. The more he talked to such an existence, the more dangerous it would be. Guilliman knew very well how intelligent the Emperor was.

The blue sea-like spiritual energy gathered under his feet again, surging and hitting his armor, making a rustling sound.

Billions of low-pitched chants echoed among the blue psychic energies, enticing and persuading the mind - but Guilliman did not intend to use the tricks and illusions that Tzeentch was best at. Using these skills in front of the Emperor would be tantamount to shooting himself in the foot.

He could only attack by force. Guilliman believed that the psychic power he had accumulated for thousands of years was enough to fight the Emperor, although now another Emperor was trying his best to interfere with him.

Those dark, desperate, screaming souls crawled up to Guilliman's psychic domain in the High Heavens. They bit the blue sea in pain and would rather drown here. The black blood seeped out under the blue sea, making Guilliman feel dizzy.

"Failure."

The Emperor looked at Guilliman and spoke word by word, the golden light in his eyes becoming brighter, and with himself as the center, the light formed a circle, repelling the psychic energy from Guilliman.

"Your current situation is the best proof of your failure, Thirteen. You could have succeeded, but you chose to fail because of your arrogance—" Before he finished speaking, a blue sword wind had arrived. The Emperor suddenly dodged Guilliman's sword by turning sideways, followed by another sword. The swift sword wind was like a whistle, each time faster and more fierce than the last.

But the emperor just dodged and only drew his sword in the intervals between the storms as if to provoke.

"Do you know why I chose Mortarion? A loser in your eyes, a primitive man pretending to be polite, a Primarch whom I personally admit is inferior to you, why was he the only one I chose?"

Guilliman's breathing suddenly stopped - he was now certain that the former Emperor had come here.

But the Primarch remained silent, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and each time the sword in his hand stabbed out, it became more and more ferocious. The psychic energy that was so dense that it had formed a physical barrier smashed down, but was once again dissolved by the soft golden light.

"I have informed Mortarion of more crucial, more hidden information, enough to determine the true course of fate, but I have never told you, Guilliman - I know you will learn the truth from Tzeentch, but you will never get to the heart of the real deal."

One sword! The brilliant blue spiritual energy rose up like exploding bird feathers, leaving a shallow bloody mark on the Emperor's cheek. Guilliman's face was dark, and only his wide-open eyes could be seen.

"I think you only know that the two destinies will eventually merge, but you don't know the key to the fusion of destinies, and why the destinies merge - but I think you guessed part of it. Yes, this is the bet between me and Tzeentch, but you have never found the real answer. You are not smart enough."

The Emperor narrowed his eyes, which were slightly curved and seemed to be smiling, but in Guilliman's eyes, they seemed like a death warrant.

"Yes, this is the bet between me and Tzeentch. This entire destiny is the bet between me and Him. Everything else is just chips on the table. The winner will only emerge from me and Tzeentch. You are just a temporary puppet chosen by me because I am too lazy to work hard."

[What nonsense!!!]
Guilliman roared. His swordsmanship was superb, coupled with his skillful psychic powers. If it weren't for the fact that the sword pierced the Emperor again and again, the Emperor would have applauded him.

But the Emperor did not, and simply continued speaking.

"Aren't you curious about how I can defeat Tzeentch, Guilliman? After all, He is my real enemy."

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"Angron!!!"

The woman's cries echoed across the wasteland filled with various colored liquids, and snake scales scratched across the soil, making a rustling sound.

"Angron!!!"

[Lady Psyche] looked up and saw countless grenade launchers pointed at her at the first moment. The resentful World Eaters stared at the Great Fiend of Slaanesh like a pack of wolves. She immediately "obediently" raised her arms and moved to the side, revealing Lorgar Aurelion who was beside her with his eyes closed and tears in his eyes.

"I received a message from my friend, come and take Angron away."

[Lady Psyche] hissed and spat out the snake core, and her purple eyes stared straight at the irritable Angron. Under the feet of the Lord of Red Sand, the pig-like lustful maniac was gasping for breath. [Lady Psyche] bet that he must have enjoyed it.

Angron showed a wary and questioning look, Lady Psyche blinked, and Lorgar beside her spoke. The Primarch, who had been delayed in appearing, finally appeared in people's sight, his white-grey armor engraved with scriptures, as dim as if it had been stored for ten thousand years.

+Angron...it was our father's plan, to let him go.+
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Guilliman gritted his teeth and swung his sword again and again, the wind was like rain, but the Emperor did not attack. He just dodged and did not give Guilliman any chance at all.

"The answer is still Mortarion - Guilliman. You see, I finally chose him. Do you know why? Do you know why you are inferior to him?"

Guilliman, eyes full of dazzling blue, suddenly stopped his sword. He looked towards the Emperor, pausing for each word.
[It doesn't matter, I am the master of the Empire, and Mortarion is just a defeated general - you just want to anger me, Emperor, but you failed.]
Guilliman blinked, and a blue psychic storm arose. Behind him, Horus, who was sneaking towards the Golden Throne, flew out.

"what,"

The emperor blinked, showing no regret at the failure of his plan.

"It's a pity that you found out."

"But you seem to be on the wrong side of caution."

The Emperor slowly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. He saw Guilliman suddenly open his eyes wide and look back - there, the Wolf Shepherd God, who had finally crawled over, had already grasped the sword in his hand.

When-when did he go there?!
Guilliman turned around suddenly and tried to stop it, but the Emperor in front of him suddenly burst into golden light, as if he was determined to hold Guilliman back. At the same time, the Emperor's voice that annoyed Guilliman sounded again.

"You see - this is why I chose Mortarion - because he knows, like me, who the real backup should be."

The Wolf God held the sword tightly, allowing its long and sharp bone spur to pierce through his palm. His blood flowed down the scarlet bone spur, and the wind it stirred up scraped off piece of flesh and blood on the Primarch's exposed cheek like a knife.

This was the Emperor's real order, asking him to fake his death and then come and draw the sword.

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"Mortarion?"

[Lady Psyche] asked tremblingly. The ripples of spiritual energy tried their best to penetrate the star field disturbed by the Star God. The pressure from the Star God was getting closer and she already felt she was short of breath.

"I don't know where Karas and Vox have gone, but I've already received a call from Angron - don't worry, he won't be able to escape. I'll be here soon. Just... hold on."

+Wait... wait...+
Lady Psyche's trembling suddenly stopped.

"You won't die before me, Lao Mo."

+……+
That's probably what it will be.

+You are the final step, Herrera... We have waited so long for this step, it is what we agreed upon. +
"***"

Lady Psyche cursed a few times under her breath, then she blinked and viciously fired a few more shots at Angron, who was tied up with psychic chains at her feet, to prevent him from waking up.

"I know I know,"

The demon of Slaanesh smacked his lips.
"He's dead, Vox is also seeking death, Karas is probably dead too, and now you're preparing to die too - well, it doesn't matter, I'll go after you later."

(End of this chapter)