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

Chapter 884 [326.] Patricide is a natural thing

Mortarion was seldom so speechless.

Now he no longer had any feelings, pain, despair, numbness, suffocation? No, he just wanted to laugh.

Laugh at my own fate and laugh at the absurdity of this galaxy.

The Pale Lord blinked slowly, then raised his right arm. As the Primarch's thin arm rose, a bone-white sickle suddenly appeared in his hand, emerging with the mist as the Primarch moved.

+Guilliman.+
Mortarion said softly, and Guilliman beside him only took half a step back and stood firm, drawing the sword from his waist. A golden light flashed in his eyes, and raging flames ignited from the silver-white blade.

+It seems we think the same thing. +
Mortarion continued, and mist suddenly surged out from under his feet, and the domain expanded in an instant.

+To be honest, I just felt my anger rising up for a moment——+
Guilliman's eyes did not blink, and dancing golden light like a prairie fire spread out from the Primarch's side.

+When I think of the countless worlds that almost fell into the same predicament as Pluto...+
Guilliman's voice became quieter. For the first time, the hardworking king seemed to feel his anger rising. Although he did not show it on his face, Guilliman could feel that his sanity had been completely consumed by the crackling flames.
The thought that the Emperor was even willing to risk plunging most of the Imperium's worlds straight into war... Guilliman felt goosebumps crawl up his spine.

He will fight everything for his empire and his people, and whoever wants to destroy it will be destroyed.

+Sanguinius... I think you have some regrets too. +
+Indeed not.+
Sanguinius was standing aside with his arms folded, staring at the expanding giant in the distance with a fake smile.

The Dark King was clearly standing up from the golden throne. His body, which was beyond dimension and imagination, connected heaven and earth, as if he had become one with the Dark King that originally existed above the sky.

+So the answer is yes.+
The archangel calmly brushed off the non-existent dust on his body and shook his wings. Then he slowly took a few steps forward and stood beside the two brothers.

+I think there's finally a true ending.+
Sanguinius said, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and made a fist. A long, golden spear that shone like a flying dragon drew a spear flower in the air.

It was clear that Sanguinius was not satisfied with the farce that took place on Terra, even though they had gained authority and power since that battle and had successfully dealt a heavy blow to the Emperor.

But nothing compared to the suffering the Emperor had inflicted on them.

None of the three Primarchs present were satisfied with the Emperor, and the little bit of pity and respect they had for him disappeared with the Emperor's various actions.

In the past, people drew their swords against the emperor not out of justice but out of personal vengeance.

And now, the Emperor has dedicated himself to becoming the Dark Lord for the greater good, and fighting the Dark Lord is obviously natural. This is obviously perfect for the Primarchs, as fighting the Emperor can now satisfy both the greater good and personal feelings.

Is there anything better in the world than this?

Apparently it's rare.

Perhaps these three Primarchs are now subconsciously thinking similar ideas, but none of them have expressed their thoughts aloud. The Emperor's final dignity will be maintained by the unspoken curses from his descendants.

Is the Emperor great?

great.

Will they praise the Emperor?

Not will.

This old Deng has brought them too much suffering. What they cherish is worthless in his hands, and what they want to protect is just a chip that he can throw at will.

Although Neos viewed everything as a bargaining chip, his actions were enough to drive his children crazy and make them wish he would just die.

And now, Angron was not here yet, otherwise he would have seen the wonderful mental state of his brothers - after experiencing the intense and endless battle and knowing the Emperor's plan.

They must be very sick now.

The ghoul Sanguinius, who was running for his life while holding Horus in his arms, saw the three Primarchs who were suspected to be mentally ill from afar. The madly running Primarch apparently hesitated for a moment, but then he still gritted his teeth and fled towards them.

+Friends,+
Then, when passing by three people, Sanguinius grabbed him with a smile. The ghoul almost stumbled, but the archangel's hand held him tightly and stopped the ghoul abruptly.

+Are you going to be a deserter, or are you going to join us? +
When Sanguinius said this with his face as holy as a god, the ghouls thought that this man was indeed crazy. Now the three people beside him looked like they had clicked "random match" and then successfully formed a team. They seemed to be ruthless, heartless and desperate to kill the Dark Lord.

The Primarch's feelings towards the Emperor were definitely complicated and could not be simply summarized in a few words, but this did not prevent them from killing him - they had been prepared for this a long time ago, and now they had finally put their ideas into practice.

In fact, ever since Terra seized power, the three primarchs of the main destiny line present have been reviewing the battle of that year in their minds, recalling, reviewing, and rehearsing.

Before his forearm and arm armor were crushed by Sanguinius, the ghoul spoke and blinked.

[Maybe you can give it a try.]
He said, cautiously trying to back away, and under Sanguinius' unblinking, horrified gaze, the ghouls unfolded their domain and hid the still unconscious Horus within the Warp realm.

To be honest, the whole world now seems to be in the last few hours before the end of the world. This is predictable. More than one disaster that can destroy the entire galaxy is about to happen, whether it is the overlap of fate lines, the ascension of the Dark Lord, or the complete loss of control of Pluto - all will bring a complete BAD END.

If you had only a few hours left to live, what would you do?
Mortarion would choose to return to Barbarus, to spend time with his best friend; Guilliman would choose to return to Macragge, to take another look at the walls and flags; Sanguinius would choose to return to Baal, to wait for his demise under the gorgeous sunset.

But now they can't go anywhere, because of the damn Emperor. Maybe now the home planet of the three Primarchs is in chaos because of the overlapping of fate.

So they decided to make the second most regretful choice in their lives.

Beat the Emperor.

If they win, they can solve one of the three world-destroying disasters; if they lose, the outcome will be the same. [Now I don’t know which emperor he is…]
The ghoul drew out the sound and also drew out his blood spear. A faint fishy smell wafted from the dark spear shaft.

+Both.+
Mortarion spoke quickly, and the Primarch suddenly stretched out his other empty hand and wrote and drew in the air. The tangible white mist condensed into a psychic magic circle in the air.

Before the Dark Lord's attack arrives, buff your own side first!

+Their psychic domains are shared - when fate merges, the emperors who serve as anchors also overlap with each other. I don't know if this is normal, or it may be related to their active sharing of psychic domains. +
There were no previous cases for Mortarion to refer to, and the fact that the Primarch could make such a judgment was already a great success in numerology.

+He said he had other plans on Luojia's side, and we just need to take care of this side. +
Guilliman also spoke. Anger seemed to make him more proficient in psychic powers. Guilliman stared at Mortarion's magic circle. After a few seconds of silence, the Primarch stretched out his hand. Golden droplets dripped from his fingertips and dripped onto the ground. Some kind of regular and complex pattern began to spread.

Mortarion and Sanguinius glanced at Guilliman in astonishment almost at the same time, but Guilliman did not look at them, but concentrated on communicating with the human fire in his psychic domain.

+Hehe...Luo Jia is the executor of our father's plan again. +
Sanguinius smiled, and the psychic energy patterns that were well versed in color also spread outward from him. Since being forced to return, Sanguinius has always been silent in his heart - he has been holding his breath. The Primarch realized that he was not a person with a broad mind.

The ghoul shook his head.

[I never thought you would hate him so much - it seems that no matter what fate, the Emperor is equally disgusting to us.]
He squatted down without any image, and inserted his sharp index finger into the soil of the palace. The ghoul was summoning the subspace on its side, calling for more power to join.

+I gave him respect. +
Mortarion sneered.

+I truly considered him a father figure. +
Guilliman Roboute sighed.

+He is nothing.+
Sanguinius raised his eyebrows, flapped his wings, and took off into the air first. A white arrow rose from the ground like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

+Three of you, it's up to us now. +
Sanguinius slowly raised his spear and aimed it at the bloated existence that emerged from the base of the palace and rapidly merged with the darkness of the sky. The archangel's wings fluttered in the storm raised by the Dark Lord, like a flag fluttering in the wind.

+No problem.+
+Be careful of his spiritual pollution. +
Guilliman answered almost synchronously with Mortarion. Seeing how these three were so well-informed and experienced in fighting the Dark Lord, the ghoul raised his eyebrows and pondered for a moment again whether the idea he left behind was correct.

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

Any creature that witnessed this battle would be amazed at the courage of the small to challenge the great.

Amid the ruins of the imperial palace that covered most of the continent, the golden and pitch-black emperor blocked out the sky, with his crown pointing to the heavens and his feet on the ground. He looked like a human slowly standing up, but the countless golden lights extending from his body like real roots declared that he was not human.

Above His head, a halo with the Dark Lord as its center rapidly expanded, like the golden rings on the heads of gods in old statues, but far greater and warmer than the sun. A more dazzling golden light sprinkled from it onto the earth.

Wherever the golden light reaches, it is the divine domain. The originally dim earth suddenly becomes golden and brilliant. Countless human figures appear and kowtow to Him. Pillars supporting the sky are raised one after another, and the winding divine river flows in the golden domain. From a distance, it looks like gold and honey.

If you glance at it, all that golden and holy stuff will suddenly turn into dirty, mottled black, just like the garbage mountain on the edge of the city - the garbage created in the process of human civilization.

Everyone knows that this is invincible. You cannot challenge an entire kingdom alone.

But luckily there were four of them.

White birds are flying high in the sky, carrion-eating ghosts are disturbing the flow of water, the knights under the king are charging forward, and the farmers who are used to shuttling through the wheat fields are now emerging from the thick fog, their eyes full of murderous intent.

There is only one goal - to kill him if possible.

Sanguinius sometimes circled in the sky, sometimes pierced the clouds like an arrow, and sometimes flew over the water like a startled bird. Countless golden threads pierced at him and pierced his wings, but he was still flying. His scarlet pupils became brighter and brighter, and blood flowed from the places pierced by the golden threads. Then everything became more and more scarlet.

The scarlet hung down from the white bird feathers and turned into a torrential rain, splashing onto the god's territory, polluting it and declaring his cruelty and ruthlessness in a bloody manner.

On the ground, the little man splashed with blood screamed and melted into a pool of blood. Then, a more hidden shadow grew out of the stench. The ghoul slowly rose from the blood pool as if drenched in blood rain. He grinned, and the remains of the Dark Lord's followers completely disappeared at his feet.

Then, the heavy hooves of the "horse group" splashed blood.

Amid the blood rain, the paint on Yaolan's armor had long been blurred by the water. None of them knew how Guilliman managed to forcibly summon a large number of Ultramarines under such circumstances - not only infantry, but most importantly all kinds of heavy vehicle companies.

If it were in the past, Guilliman would have been the first to slap his thigh and shout, "Impossible! It's impossible! It completely defies logic and common sense."

But now, walking at the front of his group of horses, the king with murderous eyes didn't care about these at all. When he thought that the empire he had worked so hard to build was almost completely plunged into war - Guilliman now wished that the culprit who caused all this would die immediately.

He angrily commanded his army to advance, using his sword to tear apart anything that came to stop him. The giant humanoid monsters that suddenly leaped up, the humanoid meatball-like cysts, the fleshy roots that suddenly grew from the ground - all turned into blood foam in the gunfire.

+——Mortarion!!!+
High in the sky, amidst the violent howling wind, Sanguinius shouted at the top of his lungs. The Primarch raised the spear in his hand and aimed at the giant that blocked out the sky. Blood lotuses suddenly blossomed around the spear raised by Sanguinius, and from a low angle it looked like a galloping blood dragon!
The Pale King did not respond to him directly, or perhaps the hissing sounds of thunder had already responded to Sanguinius. At the other end, the sea of ​​fog was surging, and the skinny Watcher rose from the fog, his wings fluttering like a tattered cloak, but no longer the tattered gray and white as before. The bright yellow of the warning color flickered in the fog like human eyes, and the bright yellow thunder that was faintly like the scream of Slaanesh coiled around the Primarch.

The God of Death is already in place - Mortarion had lost too much of his own psychic energy before, so he had to rely more on the power of the Eldar God of Death.

From this perspective, combined with the thunder all over his body, Mortarion now feels like the Hades in the Black Realm, but none of them paid attention to this.

Mortarion raised his scythe, thunder roaring on the blade.

Now, it's time for the exciting combo skills.

A passionate patricide combo.

Guilliman suddenly raised his sword high in the air, and the millions of cannon barrels behind him rose as he raised his hand—

+LAUNCH!!!+
Guilliman shouted.

(End of this chapter)