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

Chapter 727 175. Too Despicable

Standing in a dusty corner in the basement of the palace.

He felt more determined than ever before.

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

【? ! 】

Guilliman stepped back suddenly, and in the long-abandoned study of the palace, he bumped into his first brother five minutes into the farce.

[Hello——Regent of the great empire. 】

The thin figure in the shadows let down his black hair and crawled out from the depths. Curze licked the corners of his cracked mouth and stared at the slightly alert Guilliman with a playful look.

【Hello,】

Guilliman replied calmly, his hand on the sword at his waist, his eyes fixed on Curze.

【But I hope it's Corax I meet.】

Robert Guilliman did not intend to give Curze too much dignity. He and Conrad both knew that the Midnight Prince did not need this concept.

Curze sneered and leaped to Guilliman's side like a ghost, tapping Guilliman's armor frivolously with his long nails, making a light tapping sound.

[Funny joke, but you don't intend to reject me? ]

【I don't want to meet our father alone.】

Guilliman said truthfully that he was not sure how he would face the Lord of Mankind now that he was already on board the pirate ship, so it would be better to take Conrad with him and let the bat take the initiative to attack.

To be honest, even though Guilliman had just agreed to Sanguinius, he was still not ready to fight the Emperor - Guilliman was still psychologically resistant, and he was trying to convince himself that this was a drill.

But now, a thin mist floated above the floor, and Guilliman could feel the power unleashed by the Pale Lord. It was obvious that someone was serious about this.

Guilliman began to walk cautiously again, and after a creepy chuckle, Konrad followed him, looking particularly happy now.

[You know, my little lawful regent—I feel so sad for our brothers who can't participate in this event.]

Curze said this happily, but the real meaning of this sentence was that he was glad that he had come here and was able to participate in this competition - but obviously the two Primarchs did not realize this meaning.

[It’s hard for me to imagine Dorn attending such an event.]

Guilliman judged fairly that if Dorn had still been awake, the mountainous Primarch would have struck out at the first moment the Primarchs decided to strike at the Emperor - at the masterminds of the rebellion.

Rogal Dorn would stop them without hesitation, and Guilliman was sure Dorn would say something extremely disappointing, and they would have to strike Rogal Dorn down before they could fight the Emperor.

Curze hissed, apparently agreeing with Guilliman.

[But the good news is that Mortarion is back now, and Dorn will wake up soon - wait. ]

Guilliman stopped abruptly, his eyes passing through one corridor after another. Where the golden domes gathered, in a place similar to a restaurant, a huge noise sounded.

Guilliman's expression suddenly changed.

【It is Malcador.】

He said, but his steps hesitated.

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"I am very sad, my friend."

The black-haired and brown-eyed man said calmly, opening his arms as if wanting to embrace his best friend like he did every time.

"I feel relieved."

Malcador said, pointing his staff at the Emperor, emitting violent bolts of psychic energy.

"How long has it been since we last fought? Ten years? A hundred years? Three thousand years? Or ten thousand years—the one your son fought for you doesn't count."

"If you want to spar, you can always come to me."

Neos said lightly, the lightning on Malcador's scepter brought up a storm, blowing the long hair of the Lord of Mankind randomly. Such a strong spiritual pressure would even make the Primarch feel stressed, but the Lord of Mankind just blinked lightly.

Then he shifted his gaze to Orperson who was standing next to Malcador, and there was a little more sadness on his face - it would be better to say it was aggrieved rather than sad.

"And what is your reason, my Warmaster?"

"Don't mention that disgusting name,"

Ole said word by word.

"I don't want to have the same name as a child who loves his father - but I sympathize with him because I have been deceived by you too."

"But I think the feud between us is over."

Neos spread his hands and looked innocently at Malcador and Orpesson who were facing a formidable enemy.

"Guilt and forgiveness, I just want you to come back and take another look at the future we once discussed."

Ole coughed.
"To be honest, this future is actually pretty bad,"

The ancient man commented like this, and it was not his fault, because Orr had truly experienced glory, and when the prosperity passed, he could no longer appreciate the new things built on the ruins.

Just before the Emperor was about to express his sadness, Orr suddenly changed the subject.

"But I know this is your credit, which is great - I'm not praising you, I'm praising those who did the work for you."

A smile reappeared on the face of the Lord of Mankind, and Malcador sneered in silence. The delaying magic circle was finally ready.

The conversation just now was all about stalling for time. Neos knew that they were stalling for time, but the Emperor didn't care.

Without any nonsense, Malcador quickly deployed the magic circle. At the same time, Or immediately uttered a strange and ridiculous language.

It's a hidden message.

Orpesson, Neos, this involves an even older story, so old that most of the immortals were not born yet, but this is not important. What is important is the ending of the story -

All collaborations with the Emperor and other Eternals ended in the same way: betrayal, overthrow, and separation.

The Tower of Babel that the Emperor and Orr had worked so hard to build together fell, leaving behind the Emperor who continued to move forward and Orr who had since lived in anonymity.

Or inherited the original power, secretly saying that language has power, which is another separate and uncontaminated power. The price is the damage to the voicebox, but compared with the benefits it brings, it is simply a hundred benefits with no harm.

Or stared at the Emperor and activated the secret word. The existence of the Lord of Mankind suddenly became abrupt. Some powerful stance seemed to stand around him, blocking his departure.

At the same time, a brilliant light exploded in the restaurant!

A huge eight-pointed star formation flashed and emerged from the floor. The Lord of Mankind glanced at the complicated formation and, not surprisingly, saw some clues in the fifth corner.

"You haven't given up yet?"

“No, I gave it up—but that’s the mark it left on me.”

Macador said, swinging his staff decisively!
Give him a blast!!!
The light that could annihilate almost everyone exploded at this moment, just like hundreds of small nuclear bombs exploding at the same time! The huge sound made everything quiet, except for the slight hum.

The air pressure almost knocked the two spellcasters out. Malcador held his staff horizontally to protect him and Or Persson. Blood and black blood clots kept flowing out of Or's mouth. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his mouth.

After a full fifty-five seconds, the light slowly dissipated, but the tinnitus remained. Malcador squinted and looked back at the spot. To his surprise, the Lord of Mankind did not choose to dodge.

The man just stood there quietly, without any marks on his body.

At the same time, there was no sign of explosion in the entire restaurant, as if just a huge virtual ball of light exploded.

"Then it's my turn." "Run!!!"

Malcador shouted without hesitation, and almost ran away. The cold light of psychic energy flashed around him and Or who was running in the opposite direction. Malcador activated psychic teleportation!
The Emperor did not chase after his close friends. On the contrary, he stood where he was. The Lord of Mankind raised his eyebrows and smiled. He was silent for a moment, as if thinking about which skill to use next.

This seemed to make him feel entangled, so Neos found a chair and sat down. Finally, he decided -

"Detention."

The Lord of Mankind said that he had not been tired recently, and that the return of Sanguinius and Malcador had more or less brought some strength.

Well, mainly because he wasn't mentally bothered by it.

A moment ago, Guilliman saw Malcador running towards him with his eyes wide open. The Demon Rune Player ran at full speed, almost disregarding any decency, holding up his robe.

【Hey, no—wait? ! 】

Guilliman held out his hand and cried,

But the next moment, something larger entered the picture, as if it had existed since the creation of the Earth, and Guilliman watched as Malcador evaporated from the space beneath his eyes.

If it weren't for Conrad's shrill laughter mocking Malcador still ringing in his ears, Guilliman would have thought that it was an illusion!
Neos poured himself a cup of black tea. Steam rose from the cup. Through the fragrant steam, Neos saw two people lying dead on the ground.

They seemed to be tied up by some invisible ropes and could not move.

"Are you really playing?"

Malcador's hoarse voice sounded, and the old man was now staring at the smug emperor with gritted teeth, but Malcador never gave up, and his psychic energy was gathering again. Once the next challenger arrived, he could take advantage of the chaos to break free.

"I want to see how far you have come."

The Lord of Mankind spoke calmly, taking a sip of his tea. He saw Guilliman and Konrad frozen in place, while Mortarion and Sanguinius were running towards him at a rapid speed.

"And by the way I'll tell you how far I've regressed."

Malcador began to curse loudly.

………………

[Angron and Corax are also heading there. If the old man doesn't move, they will arrive about a minute after we do.]

Mortarion said, at this moment, he spread his wings and flew behind Sanguinius.

Out of some inexplicable aversion, the Pale Lord rarely used his wings; he was unfamiliar with flying, while Sanguinius was the opposite.

This was Mortarion's first time flying in such a narrow terrain, and several times he felt his wings scrape against the wall, leaving deep dents in it.

Sanguinius had lost many feathers, and his originally fluffy wings had shrunk a lot, with messy gray feathers, but it was just enough for Mortarion to keep up with Sanguinius.

Sanguinius also assisted Mortarion's flight with the air currents created by his flight.

【We need to be alone for a minute. 】

The archangel blinked. Although he was in such a mess, his holy face was still perfect, with long and curled eyelashes and a sharp gaze.

【uncertain,】

Mortarion added,
[The souls of Malcador and Or Persson are also there, being restrained by the old man. We can take advantage of the chaos to get them out.]

In order to beat up Neos, Mortarion had already done everything he could. He just wanted to beat him up, it was that simple -

To use Hades' words, let that high and mighty pretentious businessman come down and suffer.

Neos is such a jerk.

Mortarion's words silenced the Archangel for a moment, and then a soft, hoarse voice sounded,

[It's been many years since we last met. You are more open-minded than I thought, Mortarion.]

Mortarion sneered,
[Narrow-minded people cannot survive, but I will survive to the end - I will kill everyone I don't like. ]

【I hope I'm not on your hate list,】

Sanguinius said casually,
【No,】

He suddenly added, smiling.
[Not bad for being on your hate list—at least I never think about what happened after that day. I shouldn’t have existed.]

Death knew what Sanguinius was referring to, the Archangel went purely for sacrifice, but was saved by the old thing.

Seven silent breaths emanated from the Death's gas mask, and then Mortarion spoke again.
[At least we now have a chance to draw our swords at him, which is something that those who have fallen asleep in advance cannot imagine.]

The space fell silent again, with only the sound of air flow caused by the archangel's wings dancing. Mortarion also remained silent. From time to time, the God of Death used his hands to flick away the gray feathers that flew onto his face, long hair, and hood - he hated birds, and that was why.

[Mortarion, has anyone ever told you that you are not very good at comforting people?]

Sanguinius' voice suddenly rang out.

Just as Mortarion was about to attack, the archangel immediately added another sentence.

【But I appreciate your words, and I know you tried your best. 】

Sanguinius forced a smile. He didn't want to talk about those complicated topics anymore. The pain of the past was like rocks under the calm lake. If you insisted on sinking to the bottom of the water, you would be hurt by them.

In this painful and desperate world, only crazy people and those who have given up the past can barely survive.

Sanguinius witnessed how Conrad changed from desperate madness to indifferent madness, and also witnessed the change of Mortarion -

The present Mortarion is a completely different person from the original Mortarion, but can he say that the past Mortarion is dead?

Sanguinius did not know the answer, and he stood in front of his own grave, feeling powerless and sad.

But beating the Emperor filled his body with strength.

The Archangel was in a state of extreme mental confusion, but his body did not obey him. The feedback from his physical body was being transmitted directly to the depths of his soul.

His body told him that he was going to beat Neos up.

【arrive. 】

Sanguinius said calmly, and then changed his forward sprinting posture into a flying kicking posture without any extra words.
Under the dazzling crystal chandelier in the restaurant, a gray birdman kicked towards the Lord of Humanity.

boom! ! ! !

Neos smiled and squatted steadily on the dining table with a cup of tea in his hand. His original position had already been hit by the rushing monster, leaving a deep groove.

Thick dust billowed up, and a tall figure slowly emerged from the dust with his fists clenched.

"I am glad to see you so full of life, Sanguinius."

Neos said with a smile, greeting his offspring politely, while behind him, the thin ghost figure blocking another road also had a strange light flashing in his eyes.

………………

“Don’t send me off! Don’t send me off, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Hades slammed the table and yelled, almost spinning around in panic.

"Why do I feel like they're going to send it off?!"

"Don't make any noise!"

Trazyn roared,
"Your voice carries the power of the C'tan, Hades! This is interfering with my recording! Trust Mortarion and Sanguinius! Don't think it's easy to beat them - they are just noobs!!!"

(End of this chapter)