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

Chapter 695 143. Afterwards...

Robert Guilliman looked calmly into the distance, where pure black was slowly collapsing, and he felt a kind of fundamental disgust.

Is that the power of Pluto?
Guilliman gave a wry smile and shook his head in astonishment. It seemed as if a crown made of sunlight and golden flames shone on his white-gold hair, making the Primarch look younger and more majestic.

Countless glittering fragments still hovered around him, waiting for the Primarch's favor, but Guilliman remained silent.

Considering Mortarion's advice to him, Guilliman didn't think this was a good thing.

【how do you feel?】

The shadow was speaking, and Corax's dark pupils stared at Guilliman, waiting for his response.

【It’s within my expectations. 】

Guilliman nodded and glanced speechlessly at Curze, who was now free and was roughly tearing off his ornaments beside Corax.

It looked like Curze had been waiting for them for a long time.

【I thought you would try to leave, Conrad.】

【leave? 】

Koz made a strange sound and scratched the long necklace with his long and sharp nails, and the pearls on it scattered.

[The great and controlling Pluto is trying to connect the entire galaxy together, where can I hide? ]

Curze winked mischievously. Under Malcador, he knew the erosion of the empire by Nirvana...

First, we will use the help of the Mechanicus. Once a systematic information transmission system is established, the next step will be to establish a regulatory system "incidentally".

Even if Hades didn't want to do this, Neos would not miss this opportunity.

Furthermore, Koz tore and broke the golden bracelet, and the gold creaked and twisted into a ball in his palm.

Damn...Sevatar.

The Primarch is willing to continue wandering, but his descendants who insist on following him should perhaps not continue with this fate. Curze is a bad man, but Sevatar is not.

In the years since he left, Saidu has become the actual ruler of the Assassin's Court!

This is much better than Conrad.

Curze grinned. The Lord of Midnight had driven them away thousands of times, but the Sons of Midnight seemed determined to fall with him.

Corax beside him turned his head and looked at Koz, who was half-squatting and spinning on the ground because of throwing away the accessories, with a complicated look in his eyes.

If the Primarch wishes to hide, no one will find him unless he himself does not want to... Conrad, why don't you want to continue wandering?

He might have guessed why Corax remained silent and just continued to watch over Koz.

Guilliman withdrew his golden gaze.
【I hope this is what you really mean, Conrad Kurtz.】

Because of the fierce battle just now, Comoros is now collapsing. They are now standing at the connection between the largest webway and Comoros, waiting for their old friends.

Guilliman brought with him a huge number of Ultramarines, and they were working with other armies to clear out the remnants of the Webway. Under the feet of the gods, there were still many Eldar or demons fleeing into the Webway.

The Mechanicus rushed into the collapsing Commorron without regard for their lives, searching for treasures in the city of quicksand. Out of his promise to Belisarius Cawl, Guilliman allowed the Mechanicus to be so outrageous.

Although Belisarius also proposed not to allow the Mechanicus who came with the Death Guard to enter, it seemed that this proposal had been tacitly ignored by everyone.

There was a slight crackling sound, like a bonfire burning late at night.

?

As if they sensed something, the Primarchs turned around and saw Neos with a calm face, and a mortal who followed behind Neos and looked speechless.

The Emperor was wearing a shirt with rolled-up sleeves, brown linen trousers fastened with a belt, and black leather shoes, like a guy who had just come out of a casino.

【Lord of mankind.】*2
Guilliman and Corax immediately knelt down and saluted. Curze stood beside Corax reluctantly and hid himself in the darkness.

The Emperor did not care about this and waved his hand to signal the Primarchs to stand up.

Guilliman stood up with a complicated expression, and the crown on his head became dim, but Guilliman was not discouraged.

When the emperor was defeated and a god fell, the one on the golden throne finally chose to step down?

Robert opened his mouth slightly. He had so much to say and so much to ask. Why couldn't the Lord of Mankind help them in advance? Why did he come only now? What were his difficulties?
But he asked nothing in the end, knowing that he would get no answer.

Perhaps asking Hades or even Mortarion would yield a more accurate and reliable answer.

Corax also remained silent; he had only been watching the emperor coldly.

"Come see you."

In the awkward silence, Neos spoke without any psychological burden.

"If things go well, I have nothing to say - I am only here to take him back."

"Give me a hand, Or."

Neos said, casually stretching out a hand, golden flames and storms flashing between his fingers, and his long hair flying.

The broken golden fragments and divine authority began to converge, and Guilliman reluctantly saw the familiar abominable figure.

Neos carried his unconscious friend, and Orr's eyes twitched as he hurried forward to help the Emperor support Malcador.

Guilliman's mood grew heavier.

【Why do you...】

The Primarch's accusation stuck in his throat.

"Because I am not omniscient and omnipotent."

Neos said casually, turning to leave.

"But I am glad to see my offspring. You make up for my shortcomings."

If it were ten thousand years ago, Guilliman would have felt supreme honor and glory because of this sentence, but now he is not touched by it. This sentence came too late, and he has become more profound because of the various aspects of the human world.

No word could touch him anymore, no matter who said it.

Instead, Koz in the shadows stubbornly uttered an almost inaudible sneer.

Seeing that the Primarchs did not react, Neos paused and turned to look at Guilliman.

"Perhaps I can give you a surprise, my child."

Guilliman wanted to say that he didn't need it, but from the perspective of a monarch and his subject, he shouldn't refuse.

【Thank you for your gift. 】

He bowed his head, then carried Malcador, the plain Neos and Orr, and disappeared into the webway.

【The old man is finally gone. 】

Koz chuckled twice, and his behavior became even more presumptuous. He reached out and picked at the Eldar meat thread between his teeth.

[How long do we have to wait? ]

Curz asked, he was curious about where the lion had gone, but now it seemed that the lion was just the least important one, just like him.

The Lord of Midnight has long recognized his position. He should not enjoy any rights, and naturally should not bear any obligations and responsibilities. He will mess everything up - because he wants to.

As if responding to Coze's words, the edge of the black hole in the center suddenly burst into a layer of shining light, and instantly collapsed into a small dot -

In just a moment, in the magnificent sky, the giant suddenly let go of the thread of fate.

Guilliman's pupils contracted.

The Lord of Macragge finally saw the brother who had once mentored him in psychic powers. The bones were dull and lifeless, as if they had just been dug out of an old grave.

Mortarion fainted. Within the psychic vision, Guilliman saw that the Pale Lord's psychic energy had expanded several times, mostly from the infusion of the Warp and the filling of authority.

But there is also a part that looks like it was bitten off roughly, and this part of the power was forcibly torn off to prevent it from merging with the Pale Lord.

From a physical perspective, Mortarion now has his head down, with his hood and broken wings drooping like a rag.

Someone held one of his hands, barely preventing him from falling to the ground.

Then the other one is——

Guilliman shifted his gaze, and he was sure he took a half step back subconsciously.

As if just walking out of a dripping sea of ​​Hades, exaggerated black liquid beads slowly flowed down, step by step, before a vague human figure appeared among the black water.

The pitch-black helmet and boots moved over the ground accompanied by lightning. The broken board automatically closed under his feet to form a solid ground. The dark water poured down, revealing the pale hair and face.

A strange bright white eye mask blocked his eyes, and sharp spikes pierced out, and bright white liquid flowed down the eye mask, leaving tear marks on the lower half of his face.

It was Hades. As if sensing something, Hades looked towards the exit of the webway where Guilliman and the others were, and tried to turn around.

"Oh my God, Messiah!"

Pluto stepped on the earth, and the collapsing Commorros was closed by the great force. The Mechanicus sages who risked their lives to explore during this period were almost crazy, shouting his name.

But he was unwilling to stop and salute, and instead began to search even more frantically.

Guilliman just looked at Hades in astonishment. From a psychic perspective, the Son of Vengeance felt absolutely stunned, and powerlessness and subconscious disgust began to dominate his mind.

It turned out to be like this...

"and many more--!"

The Primarchs all shuddered and watched as Hades howled.

"Can I pick it now?! Can I pick it now-?!!"

He put his other hand on the energy body's eye mask and shouted anxiously. Guilliman was unsure, but just as he hesitated, another curse-like shout answered before anyone else.

"Zhai!! You want to kill all of us?!"

Karas, who followed Kirkland and stopped in Commorros, cursed angrily, but did not step forward to greet the two Death Guards. Instead, he retreated and stayed as far away from Hades as possible.

"Then I'll pick it—!"

Hades shouted and quickly took off his blindfold. His blinded senses immediately became clear and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he realized how badly Mortarion was injured. The Primarch was unconscious, and his body in the real world was on the verge of breaking.

"Lao Mo--Lao Mo!!!"

Hades let out a sharp explosion and subconsciously wanted to throw Mortarion away - because his black domain would inhibit the self-healing of the psychic primarch.

But he braked suddenly, as if he thought this was wrong.

Hades immediately looked at Karas for help, but Karas's expression seemed to say,

One, he would never get too close to Hades.

Second, he couldn’t move the entire original body.

3. Hades’ request for help to him was obviously from Nozhi.

【laugh. 】

Guilliman heard a sneer coming from the shadows. Corax turned around in surprise, only to find that Curze had already escaped into the darkness. The raven immediately spread its wings and tried to capture the fugitive.

Guilliman raised a hand, signaling to Corax, there was no rush.

He vaguely saw the shadow quickly shuttle between the ruins of Comoros, and in an instant it was at a position not far from Hades.

Curze stepped gracefully out of the shadows, and the Primarch, who had torn the black velvet into tatters, now felt good.

[In the name of Sevatar, believe me once, you disgusting guy! ]

Beside Curze, Sevatar, with a very bad face, was also pulled out of the darkness by the Primarch, just to guarantee his credibility.

Hades was stunned for a moment. First of all, Mortarion did do the Night Lord a favor. Secondly, even if Curze wanted to be clever, Hades could immediately engulf him with the Black Domain.

Finally, and most importantly, Hades felt that Mortarion was extremely weak. Every bit of the Pale Lord's psychic energy was screaming away from Hades, and the little skulls on his wings were squeezed to the other side as much as possible.

Ok.

"Come and take it!"

Hades said, looking at Death worriedly once more, he laid Mortarion flat on the ground, then tore open a rift in space.

Guilliman's eyelids twitched, and he saw a small space crack opening beside him. He took another step away from the space crack without leaving a trace.

Pluto stretched out his hands and stepped out from the space crack. On the other side, the Lord of Midnight had already appeared next to the God of Death.

Curze laughed mockingly and did nothing. Instead, the silent Sevatar tried to lift up the unconscious Mortarion - Karas rushed over and seemed to want to attack Curze.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Hades said lightheartedly, looking at Guilliman and Corax who were very different from before, they looked calmer and more stern.

He even saw their flashes in the Warp, Guilliman's soul was bright and dazzling, partly the same as the Emperor's, but more regular; Corax was more like a noisy darkness, with strange eyes cast from the shadows.

【…】

【haven't seen you for a long time. 】

After a moment, Guilliman smiled and extended his hand towards Hades for a handshake.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

Hades said, loosening his grip at the right moment, knowing that the Primarchs were not feeling well.

Guilliman shrugged easily.

【It's just my job.】

He said, as if he remembered something, a smile from the bottom of his heart appeared at the corner of his mouth.

【But I sincerely thank you, Hardy... The Nirvana system is a great invention. 】

Hades would like to say that he is no match for you - the truly great political processor in the galaxy is Roboute Guilliman alone.

But he held back.

"Do you know what happened?"

Hades asked and Guilliman shook his head.

[Our destiny is to deal with the emperor and collect as many fragments of the gods as possible after their death... The Vast Ocean told me that there is more than one story in this, but I am not its reader.]

Hades felt annoyed as he stared at Karas who was calling for Mortarion's soul in the distance.

He always felt that he had hit more than one person, but he was not sure.

"Go back and ask Old Huangtou."

Hades said in distress, but Guilliman burst into a cough and the shadow began to tremble.

[You call him that?]

"Not only will I call him that...I will also drag him down from the Golden Throne and make him work hard, and squeeze him to death."

Hades said gloomily, the darkness in his eyes almost thickly dropping again.

Guilliman stared at Hades, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.
[You plan to return to Terra first? ]

"Let's take care of the post-war affairs here now - and then we'll go back to Terra."

Then returning to Terra is not a big deal.

Guilliman paused, swallowed, and thought of the mistake they had made together.

Now he can finally redeem himself.

Suppressing the extreme weakness and nausea,

[Pluto, are you willing to go to Baal first? ]

Guilliman said, tears of blood almost flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Hades turned to look at Guilliman in astonishment and said the two names that made Guilliman regret.
"Angron and Sanguinius?!"

In the great silence, Guilliman nodded slowly.

I am still sorry for what happened.

He smiled bitterly and looked up at Mortarion who was being called for rescue by Karas.

...Are all of Mortarion's descendants so cruel to him?
Konrad Curze, as always, laughed as he watched the other Primarchs suffer.

…………

In the warp near the Comorian Webway, the Emperor's FTL fleet was silently anchored there, with golden flames burning above it.

The array of Blackrock Spires resonated with a hum, and the conceptual fragments that gushed out from the breach in the Webway were captured.

Nirvana operates silently, without any emotion.

(End of this chapter)