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

Chapter 726 174. Temporary Alliance Established
The time has come.

The moment has come when the stars and the sun tremble.

In your great, magnificent, dusty palace—

I swear I'm going to punch you.

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Mortarion felt the cloth pressing against his face, and without dignity, the Primarch felt a powerful, unimaginable force pulling him back.

The Lord of Mankind was burning him with golden spiritual energy. Flames were rising around his body, but the Pale Lord did not feel any pain. His eyes were filled with weak darkness.

[Praise the Pluto! ——Hades!!! Come here quickly!!! Hades!!!]

On the other side, Hades had already stood up, his eyes fixed on the center of the fight. He saw Mortarion and Conrad burning together with the Lord of Mankind. Mortarion was holding the Emperor tightly, while Conrad was jumping up and down on the ground as he was burned.

Angron, standing aside, seemed to be pulling Mortarion, but in fact he was striking the Lord of Mankind with the back of his axe.

The Primarchs have not yet united, and the current situation is very unfavorable to Mortarion.

Hades tried to leave, but Malcador held onto his clothes tightly, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"You can cast your curse - but you cannot enter directly, at least not now, my friend. Your reputation in the Empire is already bad enough."

"But as compensation to you..."

Malcador said slowly,

"I can help you with something else."

Malcador said as he stretched out his hand and raised it towards the direction of the melee. Hades saw the Lord of Mankind's expression change, but Malcador still made his move.

Just like rolling the dice, Hades released the black domain tacitly and intercepted the power that the Lord of Humanity was trying to reach out to.

The psychic light unique to the Imperial Magic Runeholder flickered, and Hades saw that the lying Sanguinius's expression suddenly changed slightly, and then the archangel slowly opened his eyes.

"…Is this how you plan to play?"

Hades watched in disbelief as Sanguinius weakly stood up, and then the Archangel saw Angron elbowing the Emperor with his axe, and Mortarion holding the Emperor tightly and shouting at Hades, and a screaming, burning ball of fire running around in the air, oh, that was Conrad.

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Sanguinius's expression was blank for a full second. Beside him, Guilliman looked terrified and didn't know how to end the farce.

"I think the Archangel would be happy to catch up with his father."

Makado had a faint smile on his face.
"Sanguinius will thank me. If the Archangel had missed today, he probably wouldn't have gotten another chance to beat Neos openly."

"And I didn't just call him."

Malcador winked and curled his lips like an old mischievous boy.
"Magnus is also on his way here. I threatened him with the fact that he raised greenskins and lied to him that there was a competition here. Since he was not the mastermind, the Lord of Mankind will not punish him afterwards."

"..."

Hades wanted to ask Malcador how he knew this, but there was still a problem.
"The Lord of Mankind knows—"

"he knows."

Malcador said with a smile.

Hades was silent.

He realized that Malcador had been plotting this for a long time, and he took a moment to mourn Magnus.

He then sent out a radio wave to call for reinforcements - as he was the creator of Nirvana, he certainly had the highest authority.

After a moment, Hades focused his attention and used the Black Domain to strangle the raging golden flames. The Emperor's power fought against him twice, and then they chose a limit that both parties agreed to.

The Lord of Mankind probably also wants to have a fight with his children.

An absurd thought suddenly arose in Hades' mind. Not only did the Primarchs want to beat the Emperor, but the Emperor might also want to beat the Primarchs.

【…】

Sanguinius' lips trembled as he sat down. He wanted to say something, but the absurd scene forced him to swallow the words.

But he didn't dislike the scene before him.

Suddenly, the light beside the archangel became brighter - it turned out that the burning Konrad arrived beside him, dodging Guilliman's downward strike, and Konrad held Sanguinius' hand affectionately.

The flames spread along Conrad, and the archangel's feathers began to blaze.

【Welcome back, Sanguinius. 】

Konrad Curze spoke in a melodious aria, brushing aside his messy hair and looking into Sanguinius's dim bloodshot eyes with his black eyes as Mortarion and Angron wrestled on the ground with the Emperor in their arms.

Angron finally stopped pretending.

[Do you understand now what I saw back then, my blood relative? ]

Conrad said in a low voice, seeming to have regained some clarity.

The black eyes and the bloodshot eyes looked at each other, with countless emotions swirling in between. Ten thousand years passed in a hurry. Do you still remember those words in the prison that year?
You and I, one was once a slave, the other was once a king, but we finally gathered together at this moment. At this place and at this moment, have you ever regretted your choice back then?

Sanguinius began to tremble violently, while Guilliman was dragged into the battle by several people struggling on the ground, and did not come to stop Conrad.

Well, it was Angron who tripped Guilliman with his left hind leg, and now the Imperial Regent was roaring and trying to stand up, but the others would not let him succeed. Hades even saw the Emperor's black hand in the chaos.

【I……】

Sanguinius said, there were too many complicated lights in his eyes.

[I never regret it...but it just hurts. ]

【Pain is inevitable, it is the price of survival - but you can choose to make others suffer, or to suffer yourself.】

Conrad hissed, like a snake leading to evil,
[Now...don't you want to do something? ]

He moved aside to let Sanguinius see the chaotic scene on the field. With just one glance, the archangel knew that the Lord of Mankind was not using his full strength, and the Emperor might be having a bad taste in his heart.

【I join.】

Sanguinius bluntly said that he didn't want to think about the future and the past. He slowly walked out of the treatment chamber. Now, at this moment, he only represented Sanguinius' personal will, not the empire, not mankind, not his descendants and close friends.

If this was a dream, he was willing to continue.

At least it wasn't about killing his best friends, becoming king, and falling into a sea of ​​blood - it was about joining his brothers in a crusade against the real culprit.

[This won’t make him suffer.]

Sanguinius said grimly that he had lost too much power.

But he would have other allies, and in this absurd and unrealistic dream, he believed that there were more than just them.

The archangel walked over quickly, bent down, and pulled the confused-looking Robert Guilliman out from the fast-moving chaos with one hand. Before Guilliman could express his gratitude to the archangel, he saw Sanguinius kick Angron away again.

【Hey! My friend?!】

Angron’s voice came from the smoke and dust at the other end of the hall, and Guilliman guessed that he must have hit a pillar to stop.

But Sanguinius made no apology for this, for he only had eyes for that one person.

On top of a burning golden unidentified object (Motarion), the angry archangel grabbed the collar of the Lord of Mortals, Big and Small, and lifted him up so that Neos could look at him face to face.

Sanguinius took a deep breath.

[I wanted to ask you a lot of questions, but now all that remains in my heart is emptiness.]

The Lord of Mankind had an indifferent expression, or rather he had no expression at all. He just looked at Sanguinius, as if he was looking at... something.

"You are my child, and I cannot do the best for you. That's all. It's not your fault, my child." said the Emperor. Sanguinius seemed to be broken for a moment after hearing this, but the next moment - Sanguinius' fist smashed directly into the face of the Lord of Mankind!

call!
The fist wind passed through the Emperor's previous position. Sanguinius's hand was empty. The Lord of Mankind had hidden himself. The Archangel slowly loosened his hand in anger. Under his feet, the golden flame on Mortarion's body also faded. Death stood up -

The archangel helped him up, but Mortarion merely glanced at the birdman and chose to let the birdman help him.

【I think you and I both know who our common enemy is. 】

Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded, the Lord of Mankind did not use his full strength, in exchange for Hades' inaction, but the God of Death had been angry for too long, he was looking forward to the moment when he would truly strike the Emperor hard.

Sanguinius's face regained its composure, and the angel who had returned to the mortal world lowered his eyelashes.

Then he held out a hand, toward Mortarion.

Without any further words, Mortarion took Sanguinius's hand without hesitation, and they held it tightly, full of hatred and anger towards someone.

It was a revolutionary camaraderie of sorts—even though they hadn’t worked together for long.

[Guilliman, Angron, if you still believe in me... please help me this time. This is all I ask of you.]

Sanguinius spoke slowly. Angron came over with a big laugh and placed his hand on Mortarion's clenched hands. Mortarion wanted to pull his hands away uncomfortably, but after a moment's hesitation, he accepted it silently.

He didn't want to miss today.

Guilliman was watching them from behind. The Primarch wanted to leave immediately. This scene made him feel a little suffocated.

But at this moment, looking at the harmonious scene before him, Guilliman felt an inexplicable calling. It came from human instinct, or perhaps the blood between them was calling him.

So he stepped forward in silence, forcing a smile.
【I hope I won’t have any extra troubles to deal with when I return.】

Having said that, Guilliman also joined in. Unlike the others, he was already prepared to accept punishment.

Mortarion sneered, he felt some kind of power coming, coming from Hades.

【Conrad! 】

The Grim Reaper called out casually, and then a shriek sounded. Conrad came over with a smile and rubbed his bloody hand against it.

[Today's strategic goal is to severely damage the Lord of Humanity. ]

Mortarion said seriously, this was a little embarrassing, but it was for the best.

At the same time, he felt something disgustingly black attached to their hands—a high-purity, almost complete black domain surging up.

[Hey! Wait! There are us too!!!]

There was a cry of surprise, and an anxious red-skinned giant ran out from the gate. Magnus's red hair was flying, and his red hair hit Corax's face behind him randomly. Corax could hardly see the road.

Magnus pulled Corax and hurried over here.

Hades, who was watching the battle from a high position, knew that Magnus might not have grabbed Corax out of kindness, but just wanted to have one more person to share the blame and ease his own worries.

[Wait, what is this?! ]

Just as he was approaching the crowd, Magnus shouted and braked urgently. He stared at the darkness and swore that he would never touch it in his life.

[I decided to use my psychic powers to assist you - I won't be coming. ]

Corax couldn't run away now, so Magnus let go of Raven's hand with confidence. He took a few steps back, away from the black area.

And after an awkward silence, Corax silently chose a seat next to Guilliman and gently placed his hand on him.

So Mortarion continued.

[The Lord of Mankind has not left - Hades has trapped him in the underground palace. It's time, it's time for him to pay the price... No matter what conflicts we had before, now I, Mortarion, swear in the name of the Pale Lord and beg you to fight with me. ]

【This is my own choice.】

Sanguinius said in a hoarse voice, while the others had different expressions, but no one objected.

……

"It is true that the harmony of the Primarchs depends on the Emperor."

Hades couldn't help but sigh as follows. At this moment, in the face of dissatisfaction, anger and hatred towards the Lord of Mankind, all the Primarchs present put aside their prejudices, dissatisfaction and worldly views towards each other.

Even the most loyal and reliable Guilliman would definitely have the urge to beat Neos one afternoon when he was tricked by the Lord of Mankind.

Hades has locked up an area of ​​the palace, and he feels the soul of the Lord of Mankind moving through it—

Neos did not leave. Perhaps he was also curious about what his descendants could achieve.

Malcador beside Hades sneered, and then, with trembling eyes, Hades saw Malcador and Or Persson also stood up.

Malcador twisted his neck, making a crackling sound.

"Wait, are you going to--"

"Beat Neos."

Malcador grinned grimly, and Or behind him finally revealed a malicious smile. The Lord of Mankind has not yet mentioned how to compensate Or Persson for the house destroyed by his psychic power.

"Then why am I—"

"You can't do that now."

Malcador swung his scepter as a club and pointed it at Hades.

"Let us do it first."

He spoke word by word, then climbed out of the window in front of the shocked Hades, and Or also jumped down nimbly. Hades opened his mouth wide and watched Malcador and Or walk to the pile of primarchs.

Malcador and Orr had not yet approached. Their mere appearance caused the primarchs, who had just been in brotherhood, to immediately disperse, as if they were ashamed to let people see what had just happened.

Mortarion bowed slowly and with a complicated expression towards Malcador and Or Pershon.

Then Mortarion said this almost with gritted teeth. He was obviously disgusted by his actions just now, but he had to do it for a higher goal.

[I think we have the same goal - I don't want any disputes here.]

The Pale Lord suddenly stopped Robert who was about to move forward from behind with one hand. Robert stared at Malcador, as if the beheading at that time did not eliminate his anger.

"It's natural."

Malcador avoided Guilliman's gaze. The old man sneered.
"But we must act now—I suppose you are not ready to learn of Neos's art of trapping."

Then Malcador slammed his staff, and the next moment, the Primarchs who had just gathered in the hall suddenly disappeared.

It was teleportation! They were all teleported to different corners of the palace.

Hades frowned and thought that Malcador must have exhausted his energy this time because he was forcibly teleported against Hades' power.

Taking a deep breath, Hades picked up the tea and decided to see what would happen next - it looked like Neos was going to suffer today.

But the door behind him suddenly creaked.

Hades turned around and saw a "mechanical sage" sneaking in with a rat-like face.

"I'm just here to record the scene, don't pay attention to me."

Trazyn said, then naturally jumped onto the chair next to Hades and sat down.

Now everyone is full of determination, leaving only Hades with a question mark on his face.

……

In a corner of the palace, Neos couldn't help but smile with relief when he thought that his descendants were so united, just as the goal he set back then.

(End of this chapter)