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

Chapter 725 173. But we can make everyone feel pain

Please tell me the truth, father.

He was not surprised by this statement.

The Lord of Mankind had a frank expression, and he looked deeply at Guilliman - only Robert Guilliman would ask such a question.

Guilliman knew what was likely to happen if he asked this question, but the Primarch asked it anyway, with real determination.

This is the determination to face a tragic future and the courage to confront a bleak life.

So...what should Neos' answer be?
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"I have a little surprise for the Emperor."

Malcador stared at Neos below, the old man muttering softly, whispering from his toothless mouth.

Hades glanced at Malcador as he silently peered out of the Black Domain—Hades seemed to know something.

"Does he still listen to you?"

Hades asked casually, and Malcador smiled mockingly.

"Of course he no longer obeys my orders, after all, the leash around his neck has been broken - but I think he is probably happy to go crazy here."

The corner of Hades's mouth twitched,
"Are you sure?"

He asked uncertainly, and Malcador gave him a very affirmative look.
"He will, don't worry."

Malcador said truthfully, then turned his head and followed Neos with his eyes. Seeing that Malcador no longer paid attention to him, Hades had no choice but to look at him again.

He blinked, curiously awaiting the Lord of Mankind's answer.

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Neos sometimes feels sad.

He was puzzled that his descendants were not as insightful as himself, and that the Primarchs, who were molded purely from the fire of the Warp, were instead confined by the shackles of human society - this was their anchor, but also their shackles.

They are not yet as flexible as the Emperor.

Perhaps this is the limit of genetic technology.

But these primarchs have more or less inherited some kind of will of the Lord of Mankind.

For example, Robert Guilliman.

The Emperor felt a hint of kindness in his gaze towards the Thirteenth Son. His blue-eyed offspring was so ideal, Guilliman was almost the embodiment of the wise ruler described in all the books.

If this offspring whom he deliberately neglected had grown up according to his true blueprint, Guilliman would have been a burning fire of reason. He would have been even colder-blooded, more cruel, and more ruthless.

He would be suited to be a leader, an authoritarian militaristic tyrant.

But now the soul of this offspring is so bright and shining with the light of humanism. Guilliman will still be a king. He will become a great sage who will still be praised by people billions of years later.

So...how should he answer this heir's question?
Neos lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling. He would never tell the whole truth. It was too trivial and complicated, and his descendants might not be able to accept and believe it.

Truth and comfort should be mixed in equal parts. You will respond to their souls, affirm what they affirm, and deny what they deny.

Take the opportunity to throw out your weakness and helplessness, you should take off this crown and leave.

Neos thought so, but he knew that he could not leave at all. He was the foundation of the empire, and he would continue to be here, and continue to be here.

Until the last human being has forgotten him, until the last book recording him has turned to dust, then he will be able to gain true liberation.

He will truly leave and never return.

But now, even though Neos wanted to leave, he couldn't leave directly.

But this will not affect his decision to hand over the work to his descendants. He can just stay here and build the soul of Horus with peace of mind.

"You are allowed to know the truth."

Neos said softly,
"Yes,"

He sighed softly, and took Guilliman's hand.

“Faith brings strength, but also loss of control. I was on the verge of losing control several times—I was no longer myself, and some terrible disasters occurred.”

The Emperor raised his eyes and gazed at Mortarion meaningfully.

"You should be aware of this, Mortarion."

The Pale Lord sneered but did not deny it.

"Yes, this is the truth, my children - I am not omniscient and omnipotent, so I entrusted the mission to you. This is your duty and obligation, but some of you did not complete the mission I entrusted to you very well."

Neoska paused for a moment, and he looked sad and about to sigh.

“Thus accidents happen and disasters befall us.”

This is a half-true lie. Some of the Primarchs' mistakes were actually within Neos's calculations. He calculated their omissions and took advantage of them.

【That... Sanguinius...】

Guilliman feebly tried to find the truth about his former companion, but the Lord of Mankind just looked at him seriously with a stern face.

"I'm sorry about that - but I couldn't control Him at the time. The godhead and the personality were fighting for my power, and I had no time to care about anything else."

As Neos spoke, he sighed softly. All the Primarchs could see the wrinkles on the Emperor's forehead. One or two white hairs were hidden among the black hair, but they were so clear and dazzling.

Neos spread his hands.

"But you don't have to worry now - most of my power has been lost, and with it, I am no longer swept away by the waves of the warp."

He let everyone see his brown eyes that no longer sparkled with brilliant golden light. To be fair, Neos now looked very much like a mortal, without any extra gifts or talents.

Guilliman's eyes wandered towards Neos, and Neos was delighted to find a hint of regret in Guilliman's eyes, while Mortarion impatiently looked away, while Angron continued to stare at Neos with empty eyes.

Guilliman hesitated.

The small crown made of pure light above his head was slowly rotating in suspension. Guilliman certainly knew what the Lord of Mankind wanted to do - the Lord of Mankind wanted to hand over all the work to the Primarchs.

This obviously would not satisfy Neos. If he really let Neos go, Guilliman would then have to face the 80 and sarcasm from the Pale Lord.

But he was also genuinely worried about whether the Lord of Mankind could still share such a heavy burden. What the Emperor said was true, his power had long since declined - Guilliman even suspected that if the Primarchs attacked all at once, the Lord of Mankind would probably not be able to win.

But this also means that Neos's abilities are declining.

Guilliman remembered the tragedy of the past vividly. He recalled Sanguinius excitedly telling him about his conversation with the Lord of Mankind in his dream.

It was these dreams with omen that made them keep moving forward, but unexpectedly, everyone fell into the abyss the next moment.

What Guilliman believed was that the Lord of Mankind's godhead had tainted his personality, and then in order to resist, he was either forced to do so or had no choice, which led to the tragedy of Sanguinius.

He had vowed never to let the tragedy happen again.

Therefore, Guilliman must remove the Lord of Mankind from his position as the first decision-maker in the Empire.

He needed to make sure that the Lord of Mankind no longer had a vote. Yes, Guilliman might want to sideline the Lord of Mankind - but everyone knew that he was not doing it for the damn power.

Not for the mountain of official duties.

It is to ensure that the empire is in more reliable hands...

Guilliman felt blood seeping from his clenched teeth. It was difficult for him to make the decision, but he knew he could not let the Master of Mankind get away with it - first, the Emperor must work.

Second, the Emperor's right to vote must be stripped away - now it seems that both the Lord of Mankind and the Primarch have this intention.

But perhaps the Emperor simply did not wish to work, and the Primarchs sought to limit the prerogatives of the Lord of Mankind - or at least to give them advance notice before he ceased to be a human.

This is also to prevent the Lord of Mankind from being in such a state of confusion again, or to prevent the Lord of Mankind from making stupid moves after his abilities decline.

Roboute Guilliman's silence became increasingly piercing, so Mortarion glanced at Guilliman. The Pale Lord's thoughts were extremely simple -

Leave all the work to the Lord of Mankind, because the Lord of Mankind will never watch the empire collapse.

Mortarion did not consider that the old man was incapable of governing the empire.

Angron was watching everyone at the same time. The Lord of Red Sand felt something was not right. He realized that this conversation might not produce any results.

If that was the case, he shouldn't have blocked Mortarion's fist just now.

In fact, Angron stopped Mortarion just now simply because he felt that the three of them could not defeat the Lord of Mankind.

The long silence made Hades raise his eyebrows outside the field.

The next moment, Neos took the lead in breaking the deadlock. He sighed, with crystal tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

"My child, I am sorry... I feel sad and regretful for what happened to Sanguinius..."

This is the truth.

Neos gently touched Sanguinius's treatment chamber again.

Because of his tears, Angron did not stop him this time.

But this time, something was different.

All the Primarchs could see the genuine sorrow and regret in Neos' eyes. Angron indeed felt the sorrow, just as he had felt when Lorgar first saw Neos cry. Even Mortarion was shocked by the scene before him.

This is the fact that you never cry easily and never reveal your true feelings easily - your rare tears are more precious.

The Emperor's sorrow is real, but what does the Master of Mankind want to do with his sorrow?
“I did make a mistake.”

This is a lie.

Make the Lord of Mankind truly admit his mistakes... So far, perhaps only Malcador or Horus has a chance.

"I am not a god, an omniscient and omnipotent being."

The truth.

"So I'll make the wrong choice,"

Lies, the choices made by the Lord of Mankind are of course all correct.

“And now,”

The Emperor looked deeply at his sons. He saw Mortarion, a monster in the mist, Robouti Guilliman, a living saint, and Angron, who looked older but had clearer eyes.
When the Emperor activates the Charm skill, the Intelligence of all psychic, weak psychic, and non-psychic creatures, except Hades, will be automatically reduced by 35%-100%; and the Friendship value will be increased by 10-100.

Not good.

Hades stood up suddenly and stared into the distance, as if the primarchs all looked like fools.

"Not urgent,"

Malcador pressed Hades down with his scepter, his face calm.

"The surprise I prepared is coming."

"Wait, why don't I believe he will..."

"He will,"

Makado looked calm.
"I was impressed by him. He would not miss any opportunity to make others suffer - he was born to enjoy watching others suffer."

"I think it's time for you to-"

【Ah ...

? !
A sharp scream suddenly interrupted the Emperor's sincere words. Neos' face suddenly turned dark. He looked up suddenly and saw a dark shadow climbing up on the high pillar of the royal hall with its limbs.

Guilliman and Angron also suddenly woke up, while Mortarion began to cough violently, his hand on the pistol and the lantern without hesitation.

【Hello, my father.】

Conrad Coates, who appeared late, licked his lips with his long scarlet tongue. His face was still pale, but he no longer exuded a foul smell, and seemed to be rounder.

It was clear that during those months in the Storm Segmentum, his brother and jailer Corax had not abused the prisoners.

But this did not raise Coze's sense of morality.

Kozli's claws dug into the marble column, leaving a deep dent in the originally flawless white marble column, and the stone fragments rolled down with a crash.

Hades heard Corax's panicked cries in the distance.

Koz tilted his head and twisted it a little, his dark eyes between his loose black hair staring at the Lord of Humanity.

[Such a loving father and filial son scene...why is there no place for me? ]

Conrad said, scratching his scalp impatiently.

【But it doesn’t matter, I came here by myself. 】

Conrad dug out a piece of bloody scalp and threw it away. He was about to say something, but suddenly remained silent and made a gesture to keep quiet.

Conrad gave a weird smile.

[Shh...did you hear that?]

【What do you hear? 】

Guilliman asked in astonishment, one hand on his Akagi dagger, ready to draw the sword.

[I want to...beat up the Lord of Humanity—No! That's not what I want.]

[And... more than one person is thinking this way. ]

【but……】

Curze adjusted his posture and looked towards Mortarion, his grinning black eyes meeting his expressionless white eyes. Everything was clear now. Mortarion had already made a contract with the demon named Konrad Curze.

【I am willing to do it for them! 】

Conrad Coates roared!
Attack the Lord of Mankind! The Primarchs near the Lord of Mankind immediately took action. Guilliman used the Akagi dagger to block the path of Curze, while Angron seemed to be protecting Sanguinius, but in fact he blocked Neos on the path that Curze had to pass.

As for Mortarion?

Mortarion opened his arms and rushed towards the Lord of Mankind. This was the first time he took the initiative to hug someone.

And he shouted like this,
[Praise the Hades!!! Cast your curse on all the damned people here!!!]

Using himself as a guide, Mortarion launched off-field assistance, and the human rights card Pluto was in place.

(End of this chapter)