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

Chapter 735 179. Bastard! Bastard!!!

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You sit under the vast starry sky, the breeze brushes your cheeks, unknown wild grasses and flowers rustle beside you, the sound of soil particles rings beside you, and then a tired traveler sits beside you.

You tilt your head and Malcador takes off his hood, starlight speckled in his silver hair.

"I am very worried."

The old man said,
"I hate the Lord of Mankind so much, yet I respect and fear him so much."

"We all do."

You consoled me,

"Be more open."

"No,"

Malcador shook his head, which made his already dull silver hair even more hazy.

"People can't all treat him like that—it'll spoil him."

"Someone will see through his false ruse. You worry too much, Malcador."

"No no no no."

Malcador denied, his hand nervously grasping his scepter. This is the price of having your ideals captured by the Emperor. You will live your whole life in the light of a sun that never sets.

"What confuses people the most is not the hypocritical coat he has woven for himself, but the fact that he is a genuine bastard."

"A, sincere, asshole."

Malcador spoke each word slowly, gritting his teeth as if he had PTSD.

You see a bastard, but he is so sincere. He opens his heart to you and tells you frankly that he needs you and the empire needs you. Then you succumb to his sincere gaze.

He is sincere and he genuinely needs you, that's the truth.

But he's also a real jerk, watching you walk down a thorny path without saying anything to stop you.

Because he needs your sacrifice.

But you can't curse him, because when you look back, you suddenly find that he has already appeared on the list of sacrifices.

"And that's exactly why he's actually escaped justice every time."

Makado looked grim.

"People always let go of those who are sincere. He told people the truth, but this should not be a reason for people to let him go."

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The pale yellow nectar swayed in the high-heeled glass that had condensed into water frost. The tiny bubbles in it made crackling sounds and were reflected in a pair of gloomy eyes.

Malcador realized something was wrong.

He listened to Neos's narration impatiently, but the words sounded more and more familiar, as if the Lord of Mankind had told him this many times.

I have to say that Machado works extremely well on the first listen.

But the problem is that most of the Primarchs present have never heard such sincere words from Neos.

Malcador's face visibly darkened, but not many people paid attention to him. People spontaneously immersed themselves in the greater proposition - after all, the truth expounded by the Emperor was so sinister.

Before this, before the fall of Slaanesh, the fate of the Imperium was far more precarious than the Primarchs realized. A single wrong move could mean a slow slide into the abyss, or a complete loss.

Neos just stated, stated calmly, he told the Primarchs, in the early days of the Great Crusade, the Legion's start was so difficult.

He told them that he had to sacrifice himself, and above Terra, the Thunderbolt who had fought with the Emperor for so many years fell.

He told them that he had to compromise, and on Mars, the Emperor himself, clothed in the robes of God, came to the world on behalf of the Omni Messiah.

He told them that he had to give up, and the Second and Eleventh Legions perished in Randan territory.

The individual named Neos has too much reluctance and helplessness, but the individual named Emperor is merely executing. Under the grandeur, the individual needs to give up too much. No one cannot be abandoned, and no planet cannot be given up.

“I certainly hope to create a utopia.”

Neos said calmly, his dark brown eyes like a deep and peaceful lake.

"I hope that human glory will last forever. I hope that the warp will disappear. I hope that humans can walk on a more glorious path. I hope that I don't have to stand out - but this galaxy obviously doesn't allow too much hope."

The Lord of Mankind smiled bitterly. He held his coffee cup with both hands. The hot steam blurred his face.

"Let me tell you some more truth."

"Pluto should not have appeared in this world - this is almost impossible. Extraneous existences will be wiped out. This is an eternal truth."

Neos looked towards Hades, who raised an eyebrow, signaling the Emperor to continue.

"But Hades met my Fourteenth Son - Nurgle was so desperate to gain Mortarion that he initially ignored Hades."

"at the same time,"

Neos said calmly, blinking mischievously.
"I reached some kind of tacit agreement with Tzeentch. The Lord of Change wanted to see his mortal enemy injured, and I needed Hades - so we acted at the same time and saved the original you, Hades, before Nurgle took action."

"I should thank you for that."

Hardesty said frankly that it was true, relying on himself, he probably would not be able to survive the Nurgle Novice Village.

【You deserve this.】

Mortarion interrupted ruthlessly. The old man had been emphasizing that Hades had fallen into Nurgle's domain - that was his domain! Barbarus was his! His!

Even if the Emperor had not stopped Nurgle with Tzeentch in the Warp, Mortarion believed that he would have taken action. Neos's move was to question the ability of the Pale Lord.

[Don't thank him - it's the Emperor who should thank you.]

"Of course I thank Hades,"

Neos was quick to follow suit, he spread out his hands,
"I just wanted to show that I'm not a bad person - and tell you the whole story."

"I am not omniscient and omnipotent,"

Neos said, with a peaceful expression,

"But I have done my best to fulfill the mission of protecting humanity. For so many years, so many immortals, psychics, and kings - only I have done it."

"There are so many dangers in the Great Crusade. Your brother Leon was not present, otherwise I would be happy to tell the story about Randan, but since he is not here, let's skip this part."

It was indeed a rather sinister story, as two legions disappeared forever. Neos thought of the faces of the two disappeared primarchs - he couldn't help but sigh, but fortunately he still had so many descendants left.

"I regret what happened to Magnus, but I don't think I did anything wrong."

Neos looked at Magnus, but Magnus's face turned even redder. The Crimson Primarch looked away, his tone bitter,

【This is indeed my problem, father.】

If the Emperor had not discovered Magnus's collaboration with Tzeentch... Magnus felt a surge of fear in his mind. He certainly knew what might happen, and when he thought about this, he immediately felt cold all over.

Neos nodded.
"But you have since made amends, Magnus, and the Empire will always remember and thank you. I am also very proud of you."

【I...this is what I should do.】

Magnus said, his slightly awkward movements telling Neos to skip him, because Magnus obviously didn't have much decision-making power, so Neos skipped him as well.

"Then came the Great Rebellion."

Neos said this in a relaxed tone, but all the Primarchs present were stunned. "I think I should explain this to you in detail, my child."

Neos looked at Sanguinius, but Sanguinius just smiled, his expression looking distant.

【I listen to your words. 】

"The webway must be established. For humans, it means a safe haven for the souls—

Chaos has been expanding. If humans are still in the subspace without protection, then the node of true catastrophe will soon come. At that time, Chaos will play with and devour the souls of all humans without restraint, and the human race will quickly overthrow. "

"The Webway means a safe place to stay, a transportation channel that is not disturbed by Chaos. You have all experienced the Great Heresy, and you know how horrible the arrival rate of ships will drop if Chaos interferes with the route."

It is even worse than losing only one in ten. Many times, a fleet of hundreds of ships sets sail, but only a few actually reach their destination.

[But as far as I know, the current empire does not rely on the webway. ]

Sanguinius smiled and said,

[The human soul has not been polluted on a large scale, and a large number of slingshots have appeared on the road. 】

Neos looked at Sanguinius without blinking.
"Because other sanctuaries besides the Webway have been established, my children—you."

The smile on the Archangel's lips froze, so Neos continued,
"There are roughly three feasible solutions that can allow human souls to escape from chaos pollution,"

"First, it's the Webway. This is exactly why I left the Great Crusade in a hurry. Chaos was about to start the contamination of mankind, and I had to rush to build the Webway."

"The second is you and me."

Neos was silent for a moment, while the Primarchs had different expressions.

"The second way to prevent the human soul from being polluted by Chaos is to let the human race have its own patron saint, so that the souls that are originally [ownerless] can automatically [belong], just like how it is difficult for Tzeentch to pollute a blood demon, and establish a kingdom of God that belongs to the human race."

Neos blinked.
"After the Webway project almost failed, I chose the second path - this is your prophecy, your dream, Sanguinius. I am sorry for this, but I have no choice."

Sanguinius wanted to say something, but the words were stuck between his fangs. He was choked up in his throat, but could not speak.
[Establishing the Kingdom of God... I can think of it... No... I have thought of it before - this is within my imagination. ]

The archangel's claws struck the goblet again and again.
[I know you are in desperate need of power and faith, so I established the Kingdom of God. I do not regret it, but it is for the Empire, not for you.]

Neos nodded.
"I allow you to be resentful of me, and I deserve it - let's get back to the point, it's actually a little more complicated than that."

"The third way for humanity to escape chaos is to strike back at chaos."

At this point, the Emperor couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart, and he looked like he was about to give Hades a thumbs up.

"In fact, I made a misjudgment during the Great Rebellion,"

Neos said sincerely,

"That is, I didn't realize that Hades' combat power was far beyond my imagination, so I chose a more conservative path, the Webway."

Hades coughed, and the Primarchs looked at him with their gazes. Hey, this is embarrassing, he's just a chaos.

"Yes, you could have told me that I could have given up the Webway and joined Hades in clearing out Chaos, but I chose a more conservative path -

I cannot pin the future of the empire on one plan. In fact, the above three plans are parallel. "

"Finally, based on my judgment of the future, I chose the current path -

I overdrew the power of faith for the next ten thousand years, and at the last moment, I stood at the front line with the body of a god, and together with Hades, I dealt a heavy blow to Chaos, leaving a precious window of chaos for the Empire and humanity. "

"But I know Chaos will wake up before us."

The Emperor said calmly,
"Because they are the real gods—and me?"

He sneered, picked up the coffee and took a sip.
"Just a fake, I'm a human."

"We are leaving, but the empire still needs a leader, so I have given you enlightenment, hoping that you will continue to manage the empire and wait for and guard against the return of Chaos."

Neos paused for a moment, then he sighed heavily.
"I want to reiterate once again that I am not omniscient and omnipotent. During this period, I made a misjudgment, and the backlash of the warp appeared on me at the same time. At that time, I needed to restrain my urge to stand up, which was a bit difficult for me."

In fact, the truth is more difficult than this. Countless times, Neos was only half a step away from the Dark Lord. It was much more difficult to restrain his desire than he imagined.
It's like asking a person to press a button, and then he can get unlimited money, power and freedom.

You cannot ask a traveler who is about to die of thirst in the desert not to drink from the spring water, and you cannot ask a child shivering in the snow on a cold winter night not to get close to the fire. The desires and impulses that people erupt when they are on the verge of their limits are beyond your imagination.

Just half a step, just half a step and you can become the god of an entire race, just half a step and you can become the most powerful being, just half a step and you can do whatever you want -

Why haven't you taken that step yet?
What are you holding back?! What are you hesitating about?! Are you going to just hold on like this? Watching your race suffer, facing the ruins of the empire left by your naughty child, and listening to their curses at you? This is totally unnecessary, you can just take that half step.

Just half a step, and you can be free forever! Never worry about anything!
But you just remained in a half-squatting position.

Because Neos is human.

For the Primarchs, their greatest contribution to the Imperium was action; for the Emperor, his greatest contribution to the Imperium was inaction.

I have a question.

Sanguinius suddenly spoke, staring at Neos thoughtfully. Sanguinius hesitated at the door of truth but was unwilling to knock on it.

He didn't know if he could accept a cruel enough truth.

[You...did you want me to establish a religion with you as the god, or a dual god rule?]

There were stars twinkling in Neos' eyes.

"There is no real answer to this question, but if you insist on asking, then—"

"Nyos wanted someone to share his debts with, and the Emperor wanted a pure religion."

Sanguinius opened and closed his mouth, lowered his head, and uttered an inarticulate whisper,

[This isn’t really an answer… but… okay…]

The archangel raised his head, his expression was cold, and his fangs were bared.

【I know your answer.】

"A ruler of a country cannot show mercy or sympathy."

Neos said seriously,

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing else I can do."

Sanguinius knew that the creation of religion had allowed the Emperor to quickly regain his strength, and with the help of the light of the Astronomican, the Emperor could spread his blessing to the world - this was the method chosen by Neos to keep human souls away from Chaos.

Meanwhile, in the Tempest Segmentum is Mortarion… The Pale Lord is a replica of the God-Emperor, and his Ash Realm protects the inhabitants of the Death Guard domain.

And today, just now, the God-Emperor divided his domain among his sons. This means that his own burden is lightened, but it also means that the Primarchs will be responsible for protecting the soul of humanity.

"therefore!"

Neos suddenly raised his voice, his tone became relaxed, and he clapped his hands suddenly.
"I have decided to resign from the position of king. I am tired of having to do this and the way you look at me. I am a qualified king because I have completely restrained my selfishness. This empire needs a tyrant, and I have played this role perfectly. But now I can no longer bear it -

The Empire no longer needs me, and I have too many regrets to make up for, so I am stepping down!"

“Resign!!!”

Neos shouted, his tone even sounding self-deprecating. He felt a little dizzy, as if the coffee Hades gave him was too strong.

At this moment, his words were so sincere and came from the heart.

"Give me a chance, let me try to be a qualified father, a qualified best friend - I've had enough! Do you think I really want to be a bastard?!"

He was a bastard. He sent Horus to the hands of Chaos to die - just because he wanted to build the damn Webway. He pushed Malcador into the abyss - just because he needed to protect Hades. He made himself work for thousands of years - just because -

Why? !
Why is he always working?!
Isn't it because of those damn humans?!

If Neos had stepped back a step earlier, he would have been free and at ease!

How could it be like this, being interrogated by his own children? !
When will he be able to lie on the beach and bask in the sun?
(End of this chapter)