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

Chapter 463 2.43 Angel, collapsed
What did you see?
You saw the hero dying, struggling to the death but still failing to protect the galaxy he loved so much.

You have seen stubborn people trapped in traps, time is spinning, and nothing is left to rot.

You saw the pitiful person fall into the angry flames, the flames were raging, but the empty shell remained the same.

You have seen those who are ridiculed struggle to prove themselves, and finally destroy themselves in the applause.

You saw... you saw... you saw yourself.

You stand there, with the lion beside you, Leon Jonson, your [Knight Commander], your [Warmaster] - you understand but cannot agree with Leon's inexplicable obsession with the title of [Warmaster], but You still gave him this title.

The lion stands on your right hand, his black helmet shining dazzlingly under the rising sun of Baal. This gives you some confidence and hope. The lion who has won the title of [Warmaster] will work well. You are so Comfort yourself.

Leon Jonson's willingness to take on the title of [Knight Commander] and [Warmaster] already means his surrender to you. Your former brother has now surrendered to you.

You feel a little ridiculous and uneasy about this fact, but this is the best solution at the moment, and you comfort yourself.

The Dark Side of the Empire must have a center, a place where faith is spread among the people, a place where the fire is kept.

To your left, Curze, who has a broken hand, hides himself under a dark hood, your [Judge], your sinner responsible for judging sins.

Konrad Curze will atone for his sins at your hands, for thousands of years.

In front of you, who shines with pure golden light, he feels ashamed and discovers his own ugliness and insignificance. He begins to atone for his sins - or for Conrad Coates, putting himself in a more painful situation can make him true. It would be easier if I didn’t have a conscience.

You stared at Koz for a while. He was afraid of your gaze and hid himself in the shadows.

You sighed softly.

In hell, only severe punishments that are more cruel than hell can shock people. You know that you need hands to deal with dirty things, and the already dirty Conrad is your best choice.

You averted your eyes from Konrad Curze, he would do his duty, at least...his legion commander Sevita could share some of your pressure.

And you, you.

You are the [Pope] and [Archangel] of the [First Kingdom of God], or the [Second Empire]. You are a symbol, a focus for people to focus on.

As early as the celebration in Ullanor, you witnessed the whole dispute between Mortarion and Lorgar. As early as the meeting of Nicaea, you went to ask Angron to know the truth of all this.

You are, the chosen one.

You are the one destined to save people.

The biggest evidence is that you have a pair of wings that you don’t want. These wings make people voluntarily worship you as a god.

You have a whole planet that regards you as a religion, and pious and ignorant people firmly believe that you are a god.

You have been avoiding this question vaguely, you have been running away, you have hidden yourself in the legions of the Great Crusade, but now, you can't escape.

You need to admit that you are God.

There are gods in this world, and gods respond to believers' calls and give them power.

You see, the Emperor is a god.

Luojia is right.

They need gods to protect them, they need faith, otherwise they will be swallowed up by uncleanness. You need to give them hope and fire. This long night cannot be dim anymore.

You, born with wings, the heir of the gods, you are their living hope.

You need to admit it all.

You don't know why the emperor doesn't want to be called a god. He may have his reasons, but you know that you are not someone who wants to be sanctified. When you look at your army, your army is not perfect.

Blood thirsty.

You suddenly think that they represent your impurity, that you are incomplete, but you hide this incompleteness.

During the long night, you were worried about the rage of the offspring. Their madness was frightening. You felt their desire for flesh and blood. You saw the monsters that the monster offspring became - the offspring who crazily gnawed on flesh and blood on the battlefield. They raised their heads and looked. Looking at you, you see the flaws in their souls - you can't avoid this because you have also had a drop of fluid at the corner of your mouth in the dark.

……

The bat beside your bed chuckled, as if waiting for your fall or screaming, begging you not to fall easily.

……

No, you think about it, this is no longer a trivial matter. In this hell, the cruelty of the Blood Angels will actually add luster to you.

You were worried about this disability, but now, in this hell, it is obviously nothing.

You just need to control your own desires.

Following your example, the children will take care of themselves.

There was a contemptuous smile on your lips, but you thought, [The prophecy is nothing more than this].You look far away and look at your subjects. Next, you have to adapt to a new title and a new life. You need to give them hope and tell them that the emperor is a god.

Faith, give them strength, give you strength.

Will you bend under their beliefs?You don't know, maybe you have grasped the key to what the Emperor feared, but at this moment, one person's distortion is obviously insignificant in the face of the pain of half a galaxy.

You do it willingly.

[First Kingdom of God], you, Warmaster, Judge, you will struggle in hell and bring new light to people - even if this is the poison spurned by the old night, now, it is your group The only medicine for dying patients.

You spread light again on this map and bring hope to those forgotten people...

Forgotten people...

etc?What did you forget?
Oh, yes, Horus Luperkar.

Horus, your best friend, your brother, the one with the best relationship among your dozen brothers, it was he who patiently led you back to the Empire, and it was he who taught you the ability to lead a legion.

You miss the memory of studying on the Vengeful Blade very much. Those memories are so beautiful that they are too beautiful to be real, but they have indeed appeared in your current terrible life.

You watched the little cubs of Horus making trouble, and then desperately hoped that you would keep their secrets. After being discovered by Horus, you begged you to intercede with Horus.

What a wonderful time, you think.

You thought, subconsciously looking at the [Warmaster] and [Judge] beside you - it would be great if it was Horus, you sighed again.

You feel the weight of the laurel crown on your head and look into the distance. The morning sun is a bit dazzling and you miss Horus.

…Horus…

...? !

You suddenly realize a problem,
A scary, ridiculous question that can make you collapse on the spot——

That is, if you become emperor, what will Horus think now?
He is the Warmaster of Old Night.

And your proclaiming emperor personally overthrew the old night.

Are you proclaiming the emperor, or even mocking and criticizing his incompetent governance, which led to the destruction of the galaxy?

The Emperor had just given Horus the title of Warmaster and ordered him to take over the Imperium, but under his stewardship the Imperium was torn apart.

Even his best friend, you, abandoned him and established a new kingdom.

And now, beside you, there is even a warmaster whom you appointed and crowned.

- Horus - What would Horus think?
You, who are familiar with Horus, suddenly realize this.

Your proclaiming emperor, your building of an empire, will lead to the collapse of Horus.

The power-hungry and suspicious Horus will never accept your behavior.

And this will be the decisive factor in Horus's fall.

The rising sun of Baal shines on the laurel wreath on your head, people cheer you, but you feel dizzy.

You can't help but build an empire, and the Dark Side of the Galaxy requires faith.

But you also realize that if you establish an empire, then... the one you have never been able to contact... the one you have always asked for... the ally you have always hoped for, Horus, will be immediately removed from the chaos by those beings. Released in the subspace space.

At that time, Horus, who is full of joy and thinks that he has found a close friend and a helper, will face your betrayal.

He watched you proclaim yourself Emperor, calling the truth of the Empire he had maintained a lie, casting the Empire aside, taking up the Word Bearers' words and appointing your minions, the lions and the bats.

How could he accept it?
Yes, this time, you betrayed him first.

If you don't take action, you will slowly be worn away by the stone grinding wheel of time. If you take action, you will personally push your best friend into the abyss.

Sanguinius trembled.

He shook his head in disbelief.

The bat let out a cry like a sob.

This is the truth,
This is... you have to make a choice and face the future.

Ignorance is happiness,

But for now, welcome to the future.

　Great!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)