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

Chapter 696 144. Neos

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[Seriously injured, already in suspended animation.]

The Khan stood up and looked at the lion lying on the stone platform. After Comoros was injured by Curze, the lion king fell into the scene of the destruction of the Eldar Empire and was hit by the aftermath of Slaanesh's psychic energy, so he fell into a state of suspended animation.

And the lions they were previously looking after...had already gone to the real battlefield.

The Khan heard Russ swear a few words in Fenrisian before switching back to High Gothic.

【It's time to go back. 】

Rus said that their fleet was sailing in the endless darkness.
[The game is over—Allfather wins.]

The Khan smiled.

[It's time for me to go back and look at the superluminal inertia-free engine. ]

Infected by Khan, Rus also smiled, but there was still a hint of sadness in his smile.

[It’s a pity that the lion can’t go back yet. ]

He whispered, and the Khan pondered for a moment.

[He'll be back, Ruth, he's done with that, too.]

…………

【Terra】

"Are you feeling better, my friend?"

The Lord of Mankind calmly picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. He sat on the edge of the bed. They were now in Malcador's bedroom on Terra, and Or was walking around Malcador's study with some curiosity.

The Emperor watched as Malcador's eyelashes trembled, and then Malcador slowly opened his eyes, turbid tears rolling down his cheeks in large drops.

These were physical tears - not emotional tears, the Emperor believed.

"You should kill me."

Malcador sighed, but immediately asked his next question.

"Where is the Ouroboros?"

"I gave it to Orikan, but I believe it is now shattered and completely scattered in the river of time."

Malcador stared at Neos with a complicated expression.
"Caliban."

The old man uttered this word, and immediately became even older.
"Yes, Caliban."

The Lord of Mankind said, with an indifferent look.

"It's not your fault, Malcador."

"you do this delibrately."

Neos nodded, then shook his head again. There was no more golden flame burning in his eyes. Only a river of sadness was flowing quietly.
"Maybe, maybe not. Some things are not something I can stop, some things are not something I can change - sometimes, the shortcut is right here."

"I am partly responsible for your fall, Malcador. Do you understand?"

Malcador said nothing, but took a deep breath, and he took a deep breath, unable to imagine, unable to understand -

"You chose Caliban."

"Yes, I chose Caliban - to anchor my loyal offspring to the moment of the true death of the god."

Neos said calmly,
"Because of this, your tainted psychic fragments were brought back, Malcador. It is a cycle, and as those who exploit it, the Ouroboros curses us."

"According to the laws of the Warp, you should have been resurrected in 5 years. The Primarch and I had enough time to prevent your fall before that - but time was skipped."

"You already knew?"

"No, I only realized it when you woke up."

The Lord of mankind says truthfully,

"I'm sorry, Malcador."

Malcador coughed violently, so violently that he nearly coughed his lungs out.

"You've never apologized to an Eternal before, Neos."

Orr Persson's voice sounded resentfully from the doorway. The Emperor turned around and saw Orr leaning against the door frame.

"If you point out my mistakes, I can also apologize to you, Or."

Neos said,

"But so far, I haven't done anything wrong to you."

O'er opened his eyes wide, and then he also coughed violently - or laughed.

"That's what you thought!"

Ole was out of breath.

"Never mind—I shouldn't argue with you about this!"

"I thought you'd realized that a long time ago, Or."

Neos said, watching Orr walk away from their sight almost in defeat.

“…I never thought I would be able to hear your apology in this life.” Malcador’s weak voice sounded again. He shook his head, his expression was not clear. Discontinuous and jumping memories were rolling in his mind, and Malcador was still confused.

"And who is this?"

"Ol Pershon, my former Warmaster."

"A curse."

Makado reacted instantly.
"Aren't you going to look for Horus?"

"Check them out while you're at it."

Neos remained calm, but Malcador showed an impatient smile.
"And bring them back to my quarters, Neos?"

"I accidentally blew up his house - I'll take him away in a moment. I just want to stabilize your psychic power first, Malcador."

Malcador was silent, then took another deep breath.

"You should kill me,"

He said irritably,
"I have made many mistakes - and the Primarchs hate me."

"They hate you anyway."

The Lord of Mankind said without any burden that as early as the Great Crusade, several Primarchs had already been at odds with Malcador.

"We all make mistakes, Malcador. Have you forgotten when we first met? You killed your closest friend in the cult in an attempt to escape?"

Malcador killed many people in his time, but he does not have a sense of justice.

But at least Neos still has some conscience - as can be seen from the almost invisible sense of justice in his offspring.

Malcador sneered.

"Are you going to forgive me for them?"

"No."

Neos said,

"This is a matter between you two. I just want you to survive. The empire cannot live without you."

"Guilliman has returned... and is better than I could have imagined."

"Leave all government affairs to him? This is too cruel for Guilliman."

Malcador was silent for a moment, glancing sideways at the Emperor.

"First, the Primarch would not trust me with government affairs. Second, do you know how to care for your offspring now?"

“I’ve always been keeping an eye on them.”

Neos answered smoothly.

"Ah."

Malcador sneered again and decided not to bother with Neos anymore. The Lord of Mankind’s attitude was very clear… He was willing to accept Malcador’s return to the Empire—

It's a joke.

incredible.

The lust for power and unwillingness vanished, leaving only an empty Malcador. He should have died instead of being dragged up by Neos.

But this is the willfulness of the Lord of Mankind. In this regard, Neos is not even as free and easy as his descendants... Well, his descendants are not much more free and easy either.

Of course, there may be other considerations. Malcador has planted too many petty officials in the empire. If he cooperates, this force will greatly accelerate the integration of the empire.

The Emperor is a cold-blooded animal. He can certainly employ criminals. If the benefit of keeping the criminal alive is greater than letting him die, then he will let him live.

But Malcador suddenly remembered Neos's attitude towards Horus - it was the same.

But now Neos briefly put aside his plans to retrieve Horus and appeared at Malcador's residence instead.

……

Malcador sighed, feeling the veins in his temples throbbing.

He was still trying to sort out what he had done, but apart from the search in the subspace, his memories of interfering with the physical world were still vague.

Malcador's spirit urged him to rest, but he clung to the memory of the green.

"I thought I was the one who instigated the explosion on Caliban."

Machado suddenly said,
"You caused the First Order to split apart - but the explosion was not your fault."

Neos said,

"Let us trust the lion, he is the most loyal one."

Malcador looked at him, but just sighed again.

"I'm tired."

Machado said.

"Then rest."

Neos tucked the quilt in for Makado.
"It's time for you to rest."

(End of this chapter)