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

Chapter 737 181 Let’s prepare for dinner

Number 13, the Thirteenth Son, the Lord of Ultramar, the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, the Son of Vengeance, the Fire of Reason, the Lord of Power, the former Regent of the Empire, the current Honorary King of the Empire——

Robert Guilliman.

His short curly golden hair shone like gold, and the tender green of the emerald laurel wreath sprouted among the slightly tough golden hair. The golden threads shone without any light, but were still not as bright as the eyes between the deep eye sockets. Above the boundless and all-embracing ocean, the scorching sun at noon was reflected.

[I hate Robert Guilliman, but sometimes, I admit his excellence... I choose to forgive his previous mistakes. ]

Mortarion commented.

Guilliman's nose was as straight as a marble sculpture, his thin lips were always tightly pursed in thought, gold and blue silk was draped over his shoulders, silk and thread were intertwined, together surrounding their true king.

[I always trust our brother Robert. It was he who supported this behemoth when the empire was in danger. Without Robert Guilliman, it would be difficult for people to face the mountains of government affairs in the empire.]

Archangel Sanguinius commented.

The "U"-shaped emblem on his chest flickered with shining gold and gems, and a layer of light golden flame burned on his sword "Sword of the Emperor". This was originally the weapon given to Guilliman by the Lord of Mankind, but now, this sword has completely surrendered to the current master of the Empire.

“…Guilliman…it was indeed him…I was right, hehehe…”

Malcador sneered.

The true king turned his head, he looked at his father so sincerely, so seriously,

【I hope we can get along well in the future, father. 】

Roboute Guilliman said, holding out his hand to the Lord of Mankind, but Neos slapped Guilliman's hand away.

"********!***!********——******!"

This is the silenced Emperor.

"Ahahahaha, so let's eat first after we're done? I'm hungry."

This was because the Primarchs were all within his domain, and Hades was quite hungry.

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noisily.

Hades, Mortarion and Sanguinius were playing cards. The archangel with traces of blood and tears on his face was obviously a lot more relaxed, and was now chatting and laughing with Hades and Mortarion.

They talked about the Emperor's disastrous defeat and how to use the second-in-command of their own legion to pay off official debts, and then started chatting, chatting about anything, at least now they were happy to talk about anything.

Sanguinius also caught Mortarion cheating three times. The archangel suspected that Hades, who won two out of three games, was also cheating, but unfortunately, he did not get any evidence.

Next to the three people playing cards, Malcador and Orr, who were sandwiched with cheese, were mocking the Emperor.
While taunting Neos, Malcador also took the opportunity to criticize the bad cards played by Hades or Mortarion.

The Emperor looked quite miserable, and his entire appearance seemed to have faded.

Guilliman's trick was so direct, without any extra bells and whistles.

The Emperor is a man, and Guilliman's ability is in managing humanity - okay, end of argument.

Unless Neos gives up his human identity, or Guilliman gives up the nominal king of the Empire, the psychic power will remain in effect.

The Emperor had considered breaking the agreement by force, but unfortunately, he had just dissipated his power and Guilliman had poured too much psychic energy into it.

The overall situation has been decided.

What made Neos even more sad was that with the help of Fenus' Nirvana system, Guilliman successfully found all 130674 hidden vacation spots prepared by the Emperor.

It was a sign of determination—Guilliman would not let him go.

With such a cruel ending, Neos showed an extremely miserable expression for the first time, and the Primarchs who saw the Emperor's expression realized that -

Compared to now, the Emperor's speech to them just now might not have shown much sincerity.

Not long ago, Neos wanted to struggle again, but it was obvious that the Primarchs were already toasting. Angron was the first to rush out of the kitchen, with flour still on his fingers. The Lord of Red Sand directly hugged Guilliman, who had not yet reacted.

Then throw him high into the sky and cheer.

Guilliman still held the contract with the Emperor tightly in his hand.

Hades then rushed over, forming a tacit partnership with Angron. Guilliman, who had just landed, was thrown up again. Amid the whistling wind, Guilliman heard the shouts of the Primarchs below.

【Guilliman! Guilliman!!!】

Then Vulkan came, and then Sanguinius, who pursed his lips to suppress his smile. Mortarion got up from the ground, ran over and gave the eclipsed Emperor the middle finger, and then joined the large group throwing Guilliman.

【Guilliman!!! The Great Guilliman!!!】

Guilliman! Guilliman the Great! Force the Emperor to work! Guilliman the Selfless!

This was an extremely great step, and in a way, it represented that they had "snatched" the Emperor's true power from him - rather than Neos "giving" it to them with false forgiveness.

Although the Primarchs who still had some sense were still afraid of Guilliman's words "Whoever I want to work will work", it was obviously worth celebrating now rather than running away.

On the other hand, no one knew how to get out, and Hades obviously didn't intend to let them out directly.

The scene was chaotic for a while. After all, there were more than a dozen energetic adult men here. Then someone shouted, probably Hades who had been shouting that he was hungry.

So they decided to finish the dinner and celebrate this great event before leaving.

Hades, who had no sense of taste, was forbidden to cook. Mortarion, who seemed to be able to mix poisonous things, was also banned. As for Sanguinius?

The Primarchs generally had a somewhat distant respect for him, so the Archangel decided to go out and play cards with Mortarion and Hades.

Robert Guilliman, the hero of the dinner, did not cook. He was still sitting at the long table, already working, while the mechanically ascended Finus assisted him. Guilliman's office——

Official business is always endless.

In the kitchen, Vulkan took out a piece of bread that looked like some kind of wild black rock from the oven with his bare hands. The bread was fluffy and emitting hot steam. It was cracked due to baking, and the cracks were bright red, like a volcano with lava flowing.

Corax covered his mouth and stared thoughtfully at what Conrad was arranging on the plate -

It looked like a person's limbs were twisted off at the forearms and legs, then pierced through a spike and roasted. The holes for the mouth and eyes of the human-shaped head were open in pain.

【This cannot be a human.】

Corax said, and Conrad said casually,
[Of course this is not a human. ]

It is worth mentioning that the Primarchs can take out any ingredients they want from the refrigerator in the kitchen - although these ingredients seem to be stained with some psychic energy, they seem to be able to be cooked normally.

The thick soup cooked by Corax was still bubbling in the big pot. It was more like stewed food than soup. Corax added a lot of meat, noodles, salt and oil, making the soup high in oil and salt in the common sense, and rich in protein and carbohydrates.

Compared to his brothers' meals, the dishes prepared by Corax were rougher. Perhaps today's rare reunion triggered some memories in the Primarch.

Elsewhere, Magnus was plating a grilled fish that had been marinated in honey and spices, its skin now showing an appetizing reddish hue, and he was trying to make the small orange-red fruits placed next to the fish form an astrological omen.

【Half an hour—Guilliman should be more forgiving.】

Magnus said hesitantly, while Angron, who was filling the cake with jam, did not even look up.
【That's the Guilliman you haven't seen during that period.】

Angron said casually that the Lord of Red Sand had decided to give people some surprises. He would ensure that the cakes were identical in appearance, and that no one could tell what the fillings were by smell, taste, psychic power, or physical observation. The fillings would not all be delicious, Angron promised—just like life, with its bitter and sweet sides.

[In the early days when we were the busiest, Guilliman only rested for an average of 15 minutes a day - more often, he just lay on the table for 5 minutes, and then asked the Honor Guard to take down a stack of documents. ]

【I was seriously worried that Guilliman might die suddenly.】

Angron smiled helplessly and mixed Mortarion's poisoned wine into the next insect-leg-flavored filling.

He beat in the sauce that faintly smelled of death, then used ordinary white cream to draw uniform smiling faces on the small cakes.

No matter who gets what, people will be looking forward to it before eating.

Angron thought with amusement, while Magnus exclaimed.

【15 minutes?!】

During Magnus's most intensive periods of research, he would go for weeks without sleep - but that was because he loved it.

And reviewing official documents... Magnus shuddered.

I believe he did forgive.

Magnus coughed.

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"Seeing you in pain, my dear friend."

Machado smiled and said that he had already started to eat sunflower seeds without any image.

“I am sincerely relieved.”

Neos simply crossed his hands to cover his lower face and stared at him with a gloomy expression.

"Be more open."

Malcador sneered.
"I do not think Guilliman is as ruthless as he lets on."

【Half an hour.】

Mortarion, who was playing cards next to him, interrupted in time and played the [Jester Card] in his hand.

【Hahaha.】

Mortarion taunted, causing Neos's expression to grow even worse.

【I think we should at least maintain harmony on the surface. 】

Guilliman stood up slowly, rubbed his neck, put down the pen in his hand, and walked towards the trio playing cards, but in fact he wanted to talk to the Emperor.

I sympathize with your situation.

Guilliman spoke to the Emperor as he sat down, his demeanor like a son having a serious conversation with his father, but his words were still cold and heartless.

[But it is impossible to change it - my advice to you is to concentrate on your work. Depending on your work attitude, your rest time will be extended. ]

"I never thought it was you."

Neos looked at Guilliman sadly. Guilliman was frightened by the gaze of the Lord of Mankind and could only sigh.
"I don't want it to be me, but obviously we've all come to this point - I just want people to do their job, that's all."

[When the empire is healthy, people can naturally retire. ]

Guilliman said, "Retirement" is such a distant and luxurious word. How long has it been since he had the delusion of touching it?

During his busiest years, Robert Guilliman prayed from the bottom of his heart that he could sleep 2 minutes more every day, 2 minutes, 2 minutes. 17 minutes was not an arrogant number, but in fact, he would wake up after 5 seconds of oversleeping every time.

For Robert Guilliman, if he could sleep for 30 minutes every day, it would be a paradise that he could never even imagine.

So, when Mortarion mentioned seven hours later, Guilliman frowned silently inwardly.

He did not understand why the Pale Lord was all talk and no action, nor did he understand why Mortarion, who had the most resolute attitude, was so merciful.

Finally, Robert Guilliman slowly came to the realization that he had been exploiting himself too harshly.

what.

After successfully realizing this, Guilliman once again broke through to a new realm in his thinking. He had reached the state of perfection - it was time to let these idle ministers go to work.

Guilliman already holds the power of immortality, and whoever he wants to work must work.

“I could retire right now.”

Neos choked back, while Guilliman smiled helplessly.

[I will relax some of your authority, father. You should stay with your offspring more often and work. I think this will also be beneficial for you to call back Horus——]

Guilliman glanced at Sanguinius, but Sanguinius simply shrugged.

【Don't worry about me. 】

The Archangel said, casually playing the [Emperor] card.

【I only ask one thing of you, Guilliman, please do not use your power on me.】

Guilliman was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

【I will,】

Guilliman said, his eyes gleaming with gold.

[I will - but perhaps you can recommend me some of your other wise offspring.]

Sanguinius also smiled, knowing that he could escape from the dangerous sea of ​​suffering, even though it was not just - as long as he regularly handed over the document slaves to the document demon.

"It seems I am the final survivor."

Hades laughed out loud, now everything was settled, everything was settled!

There is no way that psychic power can affect him. Guilliman has mobilized all the Primarchs this time - the official duties assigned to him will definitely be reduced.

Guilliman's expression also showed that he would show leniency to Hades. Hades felt the Emperor's resentful gaze, and Hades responded by grinning.

【I can……】

[I suggest that you take charge of the affairs of the Storm Star Region - just like how you snatched the Storm Star Region from the star map.]

Guilliman decisively interrupted Mortarion's words, and the Pale Lord could only stare blankly. However, even though Guilliman challenged him like this, Mortarion still felt that Guilliman was so pleasing to the eye.

There was no other reason. Mortarion decided to keep himself in a good mood, so he looked at Neos decisively, and the smile returned to the face of the Pale Lord.

(End of this chapter)