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

Chapter 734 178. Try your best!

Have you ever seen this scene in your hazy, intricate dreams?

My dark-haired king, have you ever worried? Your dark-haired eyes staring into the abyss - when will the real person be reflected?

You are too tired, you are too exhausted, you should come down, come down, my king.

And your unruly child will take over the empire—becoming a king like you—or like him.

This is not important.

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“I feel ominous.”

Neos said quietly. He sat in the center of the long table. Everyone sat around him. The captured emperor spread his hands on the white tablecloth.

"You are feeling ominous only now - you are a little late in your predictions today, my friend."

Malcador showed a rather innocent expression. The silver-haired boy swung the wine in one hand while mocking the emperor beside him.

[Are you still expecting a Chaos power to suddenly land on Terra, defeat Hades, and then rescue you? ]

Sanguinius said with a smile, gracefully holding the wine glass, in which was swaying a sticky red liquid that looked like blood.

The archangel took a sip.

【At least Khorne won't come today. 】

Sanguinius spoke directly. He opened his eyes, which were blood red, and vertical pupils like those of a vampire appeared in his eyes.

[Nor does Nurgle.]

The voice of the Pale Lord sounded faintly, and Mortarion took off his poison gas mask for the first time. His pale face reflected the luster of insect armor, and his mouth looked more like a mimicked crack, and the real feeding organ was at the neck.

Mortarion said as he toyed with the dirty bottle of wine in his hands.

【…】

[Wait? What are you looking at me for?!]

Magnus suddenly shouted. The looks from the Primarchs made him feel uncomfortable, but the implications behind them made him feel hot all over.
[How do I know about the Lord of Change?]

"Tzeentch will not come."

Hades had said this, for the simple reason that Trazyn had told him—and Trazyn knew Orrickan.

Tzeentch has been missing since the fall of Slaanesh.

The Primarchs had finished saying the sabotaging words, and Neos could only sigh deeply.

He couldn't expect the greenskins to save him - he was not Hades.

The Emperor felt the gazes of the Primarchs. Once upon a time, he had stood on a pedestal and his sons had looked up to him. Now, everything had changed.

This is growth, this is change.

The emperor, his subjects, fathers and sons, the succession of power is accompanied by violence, and patricide will always be an eternal topic for the descendants, but the emperor chose a euphemistic way.

Neos felt this deeply. Before this, he had only observed other people's families, but he himself had never realized it so deeply because no offspring had ever reached the level of the Primarchs.

He usually just stands there or leaves.

Neos sighed again. He sighed a lot today. The Emperor felt melancholy for a rare moment because he was so close to losing his freedom.

He felt powerless, lost, with no way out, and... irreversible.

Neos lowered his head, and the golden light beside him disappeared. He didn't want to disguise himself anymore. Moreover, using psychic power in the underworld was a loss-making thing.

She had dark brown hair that fell over her shoulders and to her waist, and a pair of ordinary brown eyes lowered above her wheat-colored skin.

The Emperor took a sip of Hardesty's special coffee in silence.

He stared at the dark brown surface of the coffee, and the emperor saw his own face, an ordinary face.

Neos raised his eyes again, and the halo of light from the dining table shone down, illuminating his ordinary yet sharp features.

He looked at everyone at the table.

The flames of rebellion burned in the eyes of the insect-like Mortarion; disappointment and anger flashed in the eyes of the blood-stained Sanguinius; the restrained Angron's eyes were dull and no trace of his thoughts could be seen;
Magnus' eyes quickly turned away the moment they met the Lord of Mankind's, hesitating and not daring to speak; Conrad's eyes were still playful - the fire the Emperor had just set should have burned more fiercely; Corax flashed a light of restraint;
Finus' eyes had long been replaced by flames; but moisture began to grow around Vulcan's fiery eyes;
Malcador and Orr had expressions of gloating, but if you look closely, you can see a hint of sadness in them. An era is finally coming to an end.

The gaze of Hades... Neos was too lazy to look at Hades, he didn't want to bring trouble upon himself.

During this time, only Robert Guilliman's eyes flashed with a light that Neos was familiar with. The Blue Regent had a serious expression and did not despise Neos like the other sons did - treating the Emperor's words as lies and nonsense.

Neos spread out his hands, showing everyone his empty, uncovered chest.

"Give me a chance to speak."

The man said calmly, and then he spoke.

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I realized that humanity needed a king.

At that time, I was half-kneeling on the ground, my muddy hands were touching my father's skull, and I saw his empty eye sockets staring at me - he was dead, died on the earth, died among the ignorant and busy villagers, died in front of his brother with a knife.

But it was his death that enlightened me.

This was an enlightenment that allowed me to glimpse the truth, the truth about the human race - it told me what it means to be human, what justice is, and what it means for the race to prosper forever.

I realized that humanity needed a king.

Human beings, a race descended from jungle apes, are absurd and noisy, boisterous and ignorant.

Human beings are fragile.

Before the human body was modified by machines and genes, humans were such fragile beings. Fire could burn them, ice and snow could freeze them, and slightly sharp objects could tear their skin and make them bleed. They would feel hungry and thirsty. Physiologically, they needed oxygen, and spiritually, they needed their fellow species. Humans were such fragile beings that a single, not-so-slight fall was enough to kill them.

Human beings are very small.

When I look up at the starry sky, I see ancient civilizations sleeping in coffins using planets as their coffins. The cold light flickering in their sleep reveals the technology that is enough to change the galaxy. I see tall creatures occupying many galaxies, playing with seemingly endless resources in their carnival.

I saw the greenskins who were fond of war and were able to develop rapidly in a short period of time. I saw the Randan who enslaved many civilizations, and under their tentacles, the subordinate slave races were far more powerful than the human race at that time.

I saw so much that night, the night my father died.

Even if I were standing in front of you now, a man who had experienced many battles, it would be difficult for me to describe to you accurately and in detail my feelings at that time. Even if I had read all the books of mankind, I would not be able to find any text that could describe the shock I felt at that time.

Human beings are too small.

But I don't feel despair or fear for this - what really keeps me awake is the truth behind another dimension. Huge, greedy, purely malicious entities are looking at my race. I can feel their gazes like the barbed tongues of wild beasts, licking the souls of the human race. Compared with them, compared with the endless foreign races in the galaxy, compared with the huge malice behind another dimension, my race, the race that raised me and gave me eyes and hands, is so small and insignificant.

How should I understand and accept all this?
*silence.

*I was silent for a moment, I felt a little dry in the mouth, even though I didn't feel it, my spirit and soul told me so, so I took a sip of the coffee Hades gave me.

*Not tasty.

*Then, in an anxious silence, I spoke again.

*The white light shines on my eyelashes, making them look as if they are covered with snow.

I can tell you right now with a smile that those beings should submit to the human race.

But I couldn't do that at that time.

I was still young enough, immature enough, and green enough at that time. I couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion, the past and the future, life and death, right and wrong.

I was just a kid who had just lost his father.

Although I successfully avenged him and easily stopped my enemy's heartbeat and pulse, I no longer dared to look up at the starry sky - the too many existences there were enough to shatter my spirit at that time.

I think it is not difficult to understand that when some of my fellow tribesmen were still struggling in the mud and running like wild beasts on the grassland, I was forced to witness true civilization.

*Silence, followed by a chuckle.

* Neos shook his head in self-mockery, with a smirk on his lips.

*No one could understand the Lord of Humanity's feelings at the time. Apart from him, probably no one else in the human race could maintain a firm self-identity after witnessing those things.

*Soldiers holding swords face guns for the first time; soldiers in the trenches face "water tanks" for the first time; during the sprint, the muzzle of a heavy machine gun looks at you.

*This kind of despair is generally universal.

Therefore mankind needs a king.

A king pulled the human race out of the quagmire of ignorance and backwardness, told them what civilization was, taught them what technology was, used a vague image to plant morality in their hearts that were originally the same as those of beasts, and let a sharp sword establish laws in their fragile and changeable society;
The human race needs a leader, a bellwether, a martyr, a father, a monarch, to lead them out of Terra and into the sky.

So I kept trying.

In the dusty sky of ancient Rome, underground by the Sea of ​​Galilee; among the common students holding meat jerky and coming to study, beside the stairs of white marble columns; in the noisy and dirty bars; in the streets full of violence and chaos; in the hot and humid rain forest;

I appeared in the corner of history, trying again and again to change the historical trajectory of the human race.

Sometimes, I would feel depressed because of failure, and I would disappear and stay away from people's sight - but most of the time, I was always taking action, learning, and practicing.

But what makes me extremely happy is that human beings are small, yet human beings are also great; fools and wise men appear at the same time, stars rise and illuminate the night, and among the twists and turns, human beings have never stopped progressing.

This is enough to make me ecstatic - I think I have never let down humanity, and humanity has never let me down.

So I was able to steal a little time off from my busy life.

During the prosperous years of mankind, I learned so much from my own race. Sometimes I indulged myself in revelry, or buried myself in books in dilapidated buildings, but no matter how and where, in my heart, I would often catch a glimpse of those eyes.

I was always worried about them, and I tried to guard against them - but they were much larger than I imagined.

At this moment, the human race is also showing some signs that make me uneasy. Prosperity brings arrogance, arrogance brings arrogance, and arrogance brings danger.

Going back to what I said before, humans are too fragile.

So humans have chosen to let their creations carry the burden for them, which is wonderful at first, but makes me increasingly sad.

I have seen too many tragedies caused by replacement, the strong overthrowing the weak, and the powerful chess pieces eating the weak chess pieces. If a ruler is weaker than his enslaver, then the seeds of tragedy are quietly planted.

I tried to change, but it was too late.

This is the sin and laziness of the entire human race - it cannot be shaken by a specific person. This is the original sin engraved in the flawed genes of mankind, and I cannot escape it.

They also looked at humans at this moment and raised their sickles for harvest. I watched my extremely prosperous population collapse overnight, leaving only ruins.

At that time, I wondered whether the human race would come to an end - just like the countless races I had seen before, they rose, they prospered, they declined, and they died out.

The inevitable outcome is extinction.

*I stopped talking again and blinked. I could feel the restlessness and a little sadness among the Primarchs. Good, they listened.

*I looked at Malcador and smiled, I tried to shake his hand, but was avoided.

*Malcador obviously didn't buy my rhetoric, and he rolled his eyes at me, to which I responded with a subtle smile.

*It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t have much decision-making power.

I have thought about facing it, I have thought about leaving, but looking at such a ruined kingdom, I hesitated.

I knew what I would be facing if I took that step.

I saw the Dark Lord, who lost control and sacrificed the entire human race. I saw the ashes and wreckage left behind after his heirs fought each other. I saw skulls struggling on the Golden Throne. I saw many, many deaths.

I saw many people dying in pain because of me, I saw many people living a sad and short life because of me, I saw people no longer being human, but becoming some kind of lower existence - this galaxy is cruel and dirty.

But at last I was persuaded, and I made up my mind.

*All the Primarchs saw the smile Neos gave Malcador. Mortarion sneered, but the other Primarchs, such as Guilliman, had serious expressions.

So I acted—with unparalleled determination.

But to face them, I alone is far from enough.

* Neos paused, his expression softened and became peaceful, as if he were recalling some ancient and beautiful memories that made his edges disappear.

I need strong helpers. One is not enough. I need them to be strong, wise, and loyal - loyal to me and loyal to humanity.

*Nios' smile grew even warmer, and he looked towards the Primarchs present.

Hence you.

I am extremely, extremely pleased to see you turn the tide and rebuild the empire.

*I calmed down again, my eyes were wet and my expression was touching enough.

But I'm also sorry that I can't take a good look at each of you.

*I said, my arrow is on the string, and now I am ready to shoot.

*For a better future without overtime!

(End of this chapter)