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

Chapter 724 172. The Real Inhuman
【Three months later】

【Terra】

applause!

Again and again, with long intervals in between - the applause was loud and calm, echoing in the towering space of the Terra Underground Palace.

The guards led them to the hall, the Pale Lord in front, followed by Hades who was discussing dinner with Angron, and then Sanguinius lying in the mobile treatment chamber with a peaceful expression, and Guilliman was at the end, pushing the treatment chamber forward.

They walked on the red carpet in the empty hall, and no one else was visible, only the applause could be heard.

The red carpet stretched forward, and the last steps led to a platform. On the platform, a throne stood - but it was empty.

The contempt in Mortarion's eyes almost overflowed, and a gasp sounded behind the mask, but then the voice behind him interrupted Mortarion.

Hades placed his hand on Mortarion's shoulder, the Primarch turned around and the two men looked at each other.

"I come."

Hades said, letting go of his hand, then raised his voice and shouted towards the hall,

"oi! Lao Deng! Come out!"

This sentence made Guilliman's expression freeze for a moment, like a bursting mask, and Angron did not suppress the smile on his lips this time.

But neither Guilliman, Angron, nor even the unconscious Sanguinius corrected Hades's disrespectful title.

The applause paused for a moment.

Then, no matter how you listened, there was a kind of mysterious sound of footsteps, stepping on the marble carpet.

"He can walk."

Hades cursed under his breath, and Mortarion sneered.

"I just wanted to give you a surprise."

A casual voice sounded, and Neos emerged from the shadows in some corner of the hall. He was standing on the first step of the high level.

No one noticed him in advance.

Neos wore no armor; instead, he wore only an unbleached wool toga, a slightly yellowed robe that hung to his ankles, and no other adornments.

It looks simple, but on Terra, even a piece of pure natural wool is extremely rare.

"surprise."

Mortarion repeated the word calmly, but the Pale Lord's tone made the word sound mocking.

Hades felt Angron's hand pull him back.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Angron's determined look - the Lord of Red Sand told him with his eyes that they should have the fight.

Even Guilliman took the initiative to push Sanguinius to the scene. The treatment cabin passed by Hades, and Guilliman patted Hades on the shoulder.

Hades blinked.

He then felt the lower part of his cloak being tugged, and Hades turned his head and lowered his gaze to see the hooded old man.

Macador put on a forced smile and mouthed a few words.

Let them come.

Without waiting for Hades to express his opinion, Malcador directly pulled Hades' cloak and walked backwards, forcing Hades to retreat and catch up.

Because he felt that if he didn't move, Malcador would probably be pulled off balance by him.

Behind Hades, Mortarion and his party walked over aggressively. The tall Primarch walked over, while the mortal-sized Neos still maintained a mysterious smile.
He took the next step down, onto the platform that was on the same level as the Primarchs.

"I think you have a lot of questions - I'll answer some of them."

Neos said calmly, ignoring the Primarchs who were about to surround him. The eyes of the three demigods were sparkling, but he just lowered his eyes, looking at Sanguinius's face with his dark brown eyes.

"Welcome back, my children."

The Emperor touched the transparent cover of the treatment chamber, and then his hand was "asked" to be removed by Angron.

【I don't think Sanguinius would want you to do this.】

The Lord of Red Sand smiled gently.

Neos finally stopped laughing.

………………

"Hey! Slow down, slow down, slow down!"

Hades shouted, climbing the stairwell a little awkwardly. It was a spiral staircase, so Hades had to walk with his back bent.

Malcador burst into laughter.

"Slow old man!"

He shouted happily, and then his old body jumped up like a monkey.
"Wait?! Who are you calling an old man?!"

Hades yelled - who is the oldest among them? !
But the only response he got was the laughter in the stairwell. Hades had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow. Damn, can't this stairwell be made bigger? !
His armor made a crackling sound against the walls, and three lighting torches were knocked down by him. Finally, a light came on in front of him. Hades lowered his head again and finally walked into the room with difficulty.

For Hades, this is a relatively small room.

A round table was placed in the center of the room, and two entire walls were covered with bookshelves, with countless tattered books and small decorations stuffed inside. Facing the door through which Hades entered the room was a viewing window, with red velvet curtains on both sides.

It's obvious that the owner of the house is very particular, but everything here is too small, making Hades feel like the giant Alice who accidentally entered the rabbit kingdom.

At the round table, Malcador sat lazily on a large chair that was obviously not suitable for his body shape, with his legs dangling off the ground, looking at the opposite side with contempt.

Opposite Malcador was an ordinary man who was bowing to Hades. He was dressed simply and his temperament was the type that would be overlooked in a crowd at first glance.

"Hello, I have heard of your name for a long time."

Ol Persson said respectfully, then he raised his eyes,

"Perhaps you have heard of me before. My name is Or Pershon - the Emperor's first Warmaster."

Oh my God, Or thought, he silently shifted his gaze elsewhere, he felt himself sweating, from the perspective of the immortal, he saw a messy black mass, like the screen of a broken TV in the old times, or like a monster created by the human civilization in the past.

He felt slightly unwell, weak, nauseous, and his soul was screaming for him to get out of here as soon as possible.

Or realized almost instinctively that he should not stay here. To that kind of creature, the soul of an immortal would be more brilliant and delicious.

But opposite him, Malcador sat calmly and continued to look down on the existence whose true face could not be seen.

Obviously he couldn't just run away screaming right now.

Cold sweat broke out on Orr's forehead, and when that being responded to him, he only heard rough noises. If he paid attention, he could barely understand Pluto's words.

That being said,
"...Hades...Hello."

"I don't think you'd want to miss a good show, Ogryn."

Malcador said, drawing the being's attention away, and Orr sighed in relief, nodding apologetically before jumping back and sitting on the chair that was too big for him. "Wait, there isn't a bigger chair?"

Hades sat hunched over in a small chair - all the chairs in the room were the same size. Malcador smiled and did not answer. Instead, he poured Hades a cup of tea from a large teapot. In Hades's hands, the teacup was like the one a doll used.

"That's it."

Makado said with a wry smile.

“This room is set up to make things difficult for all of us.”

Then he held up the large teacup in both hands and shook his head towards the viewing window. They were now in a small compartment on the side of the upper level of the hall, which was like a private room on the upper level of a theater.

"They started quarrelling."

Machado said calmly,

"Do you want to listen to the Primarchs criticize Neos first, or would you rather question me first?"

Hades was silent for a moment. He pretended to take a sip of tea, but before he could taste it, the tea was gone.

Machado filled his glass again.

"Listen to the fun first."

Hades said firmly, causing Malcador to chuckle, the old man seeming satisfied with the answer, before all three of them craned their necks.

It is human nature to watch the fun.

…………

[Did you do that on purpose?]

Guilliman asked in disbelief, half kneeling in front of the Lord of Mankind, his short golden hair like burning gold, his sapphire eyes looking at Neos, one hand placed on the side of Sanguinius's treatment chamber.

Neos just smiled faintly.
"No matter how I answer, the real answer will only be in your heart, my child."

【you……】

Guilliman's lips trembled.
[Did you really grant visions to angels? ]

The Lord of Mankind did not reply. Mortarion, who was standing by with his arms folded and turning on the air conditioner, sneered. The Lord of the Pale raised his voice.

[I think you are still hiding something from us now - I ask you, Neos, where is Lion? Where are Khan and Rus? Where is Vulkan? ]

The Pale Lord leaned forward, his eyes narrowed, and a shadow fell over the Lord of Mankind.

[You know where they are... but you won't tell me, Neos.]

"I was just about to tell you the news,"

The Lord of Mankind's face remained unchanged,

"You are not going to the Gardens of Nurgle, Mortarion? Before then, Vulkan will appear."

The poison gas sprayed on Neos' face.

【You only answered one question.】

"When did you care so much about your brother's life or death, Mortarion?"

【Don't!】

Angron suddenly appeared beside Mortarion and Neos. The Lord of Red Sand held Mortarion's fist tightly with one hand.
【calm. 】

The Lord of Red Sand said, some special power flowing from his hands. After a few breaths, Mortarion seemed to become calmer, so the Primarch lowered his arms.

Angron raised his hand to signal Mortarion to calm down, then frowned and looked at Neos. The Lord of Red Sand took a deep breath and said in a rough voice,

[Although it is offensive, I hope you can say something humane - or do something humane, Neos.]

Angron emphasized the word "father".

"Everything I say and do is human, and everything I do is right."

The Emperor said calmly. At the same time, Hades, who was watching from the high platform, could not help but sigh.

"He's really not a human being."

Hades exclaimed, and the two people beside him also made sounds of approval.

[You mean you don't care about your offspring, treat him as a tool, and don't remove the butcher's nails for him? ]

This time, Angron was the first to blow the horn to start the fight, and the anti-imperialist vanguard Mortarion immediately followed up to make up for the damage.

[You mean you lost contact for 10,000 years, during which time you allowed your colleagues to do evil? ]

In the end, Guilliman, who had been maintaining the necessary courtesy towards Neos, delivered the real blow.
【Why do you treat Sanguinius like this? !】

Guilliman asked, full of disappointment.

Although he lost his smile, Neos still looked calm.
"Being unkind, unjust, unfaithful, unfilial, and impolite are not inconsistent with true success. Indeed, according to your standards, I am unworthy of you, but I never feel sorry for it - because I have done nothing wrong."

[So you mean we can be unfaithful and unfilial as long as it is right? ]

Death asked coldly, as if he had only heard these two words, but the Emperor answered fluently.

"Do you consider yourself loyal or filial to me now, Mortarion?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Hades, who was watching the show, was not surprised and started coughing.

Mortarion's face darkened even more, and even Angron beside him began to cough.

Guilliman was not affected, his eyes remained firm.
【Then I hope you can explain the true purpose and value behind these actions, my father.】

Robert Guilliman’s golden hair was glittering, and a crown made of psychic fragments was shining above his head. The kneeling king was asking the Emperor a sincere question:

It was as if he was really thinking about whether he should continue to let the Lord of Mankind hold the helm of the giant ship of the empire.

Even though Guilliman had worked continuously for more than a thousand years, and even though he still sighed at documents sometimes, he obviously had more real courage and conscience than the others when facing documents and responsibilities.

"Fuck, he's serious."

Hades exclaimed quietly as he watched Guilliman resolutely grasp Neos' hand.

Please tell me the truth, father.

Hades suddenly had a bad idea in his mind.

"Wait?! Neos isn't going to use this as an opportunity to run away, is he?"

He asked, but neither Malcador nor Orpethon gave him a response, their faces gloomy, as if answering Hades' question.

So will Neos choose conscience this time?
(End of this chapter)