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

Chapter 749 193. Depends on the mental state
In fact, as the Primarch who was most willing to give himself time off, Angron rarely went mad.

But the reality is that Angron is going crazy now.

Perhaps no one could accept that his other self had become a pervert in some sense, and that he was covered with toys all over his body. Angron began to scream in his heart just thinking about this.

In the silent room, people looked at each other. Only Angron, who was sitting on a single chair, hung his head in a state of bad spirit. The shadow cast on his face, revealing a rather scary and depressed expression.

It was not because Angron's brothers and his old father respected him that they gave him time and space to think about his life, but because of the psychic pressure emanating from Angron's body.

This heavy power made people clearly sense that a giant beast was in a very bad mood. Its shadow was shrouding people's souls, slowly staining their souls with chaotic darkness.

Almost all the Primarchs began to become inexplicably depressed or confused, even Dorn pursed his lips tightly.

The Lord of Mankind took himself out, turned his head and took a sip of hot tea.

Hades was the only one who was not affected by it, but Hades did not want to speak now because he had emotional intelligence, and judging from Angron's expression, it was not appropriate for him to speak now.

Finally, with a serious, thoughtful expression, Angron spoke slowly.
I never thought...

His lips moved palely, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end no words came out. Angron felt dizzy at the thought of what he might become.

What made Angron feel the most sad and crazy was that after he heard Dorn's words -

He had already subconsciously thought of something.

Before his reason, which had been left far behind, caught up with Angron, certain knowledge and images had already emerged in Angron's mind, including the various sensitive parts of the human body, how to maximize the touch of each part, and the most interesting emotions among all kinds of emotions.

Zero-tenths of a microsecond later, Angron's screaming mind caught up with him, and the Primarch realized what he had just subconsciously thought.

!!!

Fortunately, Hades was here. Before Angron chose to roar and jump off the building, he let Hades knock him down first.

But unfortunately, here is the Lord of Humanity.

So he was awakened once again from the painful and unstable darkness.

Angron hated the world that allowed him to understand words.

He tried desperately to stop his racing thoughts, but it was no use when he realized that his other self was a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh - a self that Angron wished was wrapped in more cloth.

No, it should not be transparent, nor translucent. It should not be the kind that does not cover the key parts, nor should it be the kind that does not cover the key parts.

Don't be naked either.

He was almost praying that it wasn't the kind with plug-ins all over its body. The reality might even be more terrifying. The overdeveloped brain of the Primarch thought of the Butcher's Nails, and then Angron thought of an even more ominous modified creation.

He now only wished to die immediately, or to be more simple and brutal, to be sent to another destiny line right now, and then before anyone found out, Angron would use his double axes to chop his other self into pieces - and then pour the body into the Black Domain to destroy it.

This is a more hidden kind of social death, which depends on people's moral bottom line. If one can accept it, then this fact has no lethality at all.

The thing is, Angron clearly has morals—and, as can be seen from the gladiator's shiny, carefully polished armor, Angron cares about his personal appearance.

【Take it easy, my...brother.】

Finally, with Angron in a state of dismay, it was Robert Guilliman who spoke first, trying to comfort the Lord of Red Sand.

Although Guilliman had not yet gotten over the tragic fact that he was the Kingslayer, the Lord of the Empire's originally meticulous hair became messy and his eyes became tired, but he realized that he was not the most devastated one.

In fact, everything has a traceable origin.

Guilliman thought that he could barely accept that part of his destiny - or perhaps it was because Dorn had revealed too little information about him, so he still retained the necessary sanity.

Even he, the Guilliman of this world, had made the move to take off the Emperor's Crown, the only difference being that it was a bloodless abdication.

...If something unexpected happened in the other world, even if Guilliman himself did not believe that he would do such a heretical thing, at least in terms of logic and fate mysticism, this possibility would indeed occur.

Just like Robert Guilliman, who is sitting now, wearing the Imperial Crown.

Guilliman coughed and looked at the distraught Angron, his mind full of associations.

He stared at Angron, imagining what a muscled gladiator might look like if he defected to Slaanesh, and then Guilliman decided to let his eyes alone.

[If we win, that is not the reality that really exists.]

Guilliman said this in relief, and this was also a relief to himself.

He could not imagine himself chopping off the Emperor's head - Guilliman shuddered, this was extremely outrageous, and before this, he might not have even had such an idea.

【and,】

Guilliman shrugged casually.

[Over there, we are all the same—depravity is the norm.]

Mortarion, who had remained silent, suddenly took a deep breath and sneered.
The first of the heretics,

He said, "I am honored to receive this title."

Hades coughed and covered his lower face with his hands in a solemn manner.

"At least... ahem, it's not Nurgle."

【But Slaanesh.】

Angron finally spoke again. The Primarch wiped his face with his hand in extreme sadness, and then covered his face with both hands - he was too ashamed to see anyone.

What made Angron most desperate was that he could "understand" his other self in a certain way.

Except for Angron, perhaps no one can truly see the preciousness of emotions. Angron cherishes every positive emotion, the fighting spirit and fighting spirit of the gladiators before their death; the tacit understanding between close friends that can be understood with just a glance; the unswerving loyalty of the warriors who defend the empire... To Angron, these emotions are like treasures scattered in the grass in the early morning, shining with enough charming light.

A person who deserves respect will have positive emotions that shine like diamonds - Angron admires, respects, and hopes that such emotions can be reproduced.

This is why he is keen on relieving his brothers' sorrow and irritability. Of course, the most important reason is because of Angron's own willingness to help others.

But sometimes, Angron would linger for Konrad Curze's crazy and wonderful mental state, which was a depth of madness that ordinary people could hardly reach, and it also explained why Konrad liked to move on all fours; sometimes, he would look at Sanguinius thoughtfully, under the holiness of the appearance, the deep and restrained emotions were as dazzling as the sunset of Baal.

This was another spectacle, one that Angron would not describe as "beautiful," but he was powerless to change it, so he simply paused occasionally and did his best to ease the situation for them.

But if he chooses to fall into a more horrible path...

Angron felt sweat on his forehead;

He couldn't imagine how crazy his other self would be.

As a master of emotion management, Angron certainly knew which emotions were easiest to arouse and which would manifest themselves most "gorgeously" after being aroused.

He understood why his other self had fallen into the path of Slaanesh.

Breathe, breathe, Angron took a deep breath, he felt a little guilty, inside the palace, the emotions he had just woken up seemed to be transmitted, some of their primarch brothers seemed to have noticed something.

Now, in front of the desk piled with documents, Conrad Curze had already climbed up to the ceiling, squinting his eyes and staring thoughtfully in the direction of the secret room. Next to the desk, Sanguinius also put down his pen.

In the distance, Corax frowned as he put down the war report submitted by his legion. Raven raised his head, as if he wanted to know what happened. What on earth happened?
It's nothing, just that Angron from another world fell into the ways of Slaanesh and successfully became a sexual pervert with holes all over his body and a lot of gadgets.

Angron covered his face and once again made a sound like he was drowning.

He hoped that in another world, the arena on his home planet was used for life-and-death matches and not for anything else.

Angron brainstormed again for a while, and before his own random associations could defeat him, Angron finally ended his reverie with his strong willpower.

Finally, Angron looked at Hades with a pale and feeble look, and expressed his most sincere gratitude in his life.
[Thank you, thank you, Hades, for killing Slaanesh.]

"Well, technically it was Mortarion who did it."

Hades was stunned and pointed at Mortarion. Angron just turned his head and said tiredly and heartbrokenly,

[Then I thank you too... Thank you all...]

Without waiting for anyone to react, Angron stood up unsteadily.

[Sorry, I'm going to be alone for now.]

Angron rubbed his brows and left on his own. People watched him leave - they probably wanted to discuss something else, about another world line, about those disturbing names.

But as he watched Angron's dim and receding figure, Hades felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, less than a minute later, they heard Conrad's cheers, and the penetrating sound of joy echoed deep in the palace corridor.

[Angron has jumped off the building! Go and see! Great!!! — You can’t die like that! Angron! Jump there! Jump there!!!]

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【One month later】

【Something definitely happened.】

Conrad said casually, and then he put the quill in his hand down his throat and tickled his tonsils.

【…】

Corax beside him still maintained that slightly nervous and cautious attitude, clenching and unclenching his fists.

[Our old man has started to work seriously. ]

Conrad continued, referring to Neos, the day after Angron's failed attempt to jump from the building - the Lord of Red Sand fell from the highest balcony of the palace and successfully crushed all the rocks and bricks in his path with his forehead, allowing these poor inorganic things to commit suicide successfully.

Then Neos began to really work. He didn't even need Guilliman to urge him. A new round of genetic modification experiments was about to begin. The Empire was about to have a group of stronger, bigger, and more powerful Space Marines.

[Dorn also...]

Corax said hoarsely,
[It’s not quite the same as I remember.]

But Guilliman seemed to have deliberately kept Dorn at a certain distance from all of them. During this month, Dorn had been on the Phalanx, with only Guilliman and Pluto communicating with it to discuss the future positioning of the Imperial Fists and the transformation project of the Phalanx.

The overtime trio became even crazier - Guilliman, Hades, and Finus. As the pure-blooded overtime royals of the Empire, the government affairs entering their offices were even faster than snowflakes during an avalanche.

Even Mortarion has started to shut up and do his work, which is scary.

Conrad held out his quill, which was stained with food residue, and casually wrote his own verdict on the paper - death penalty! The entire clan was exterminated!
Even if Sanguinius subsequently changed his sentence to exterminate both clans, Conrad did not care.

Angron has remained silent recently. He applied for a long vacation from Guilliman, and Guilliman approved the vacation without saying a word, which was rare. Now Angron should be fighting the Khorne army with his cubs in a place full of magma and death.

【I went to visit Vulkan.】

Corax said softly, with some hesitation in his pure black eyes.

[The fire dragon didn't say anything, but I can guess that something ominous has happened. They have been under a lot of pressure recently - some truth has made our brothers feel uneasy.]

【Go ask them.】

Conrad put down his pen. With the last death sentence approved, he had completed his workload for the day. He would spend his time harassing and torturing others.

Corax seemed to hesitate, and Conrad glanced at his brother. He knew what was bothering the raven.

It doesn't matter, the great! the humble! the crazy Lord of the Night will take action!

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"So this is all the information we have at the moment."

Hades automatically picked up the snacks on Mortarion's desk. The food prepared by the Pale Lord all had a bitter taste, which sometimes puzzled Hades.

"I contacted Trazyn and Orrickan remotely. Trazyn knew nothing, and Orrickan gave very vague information. In short, Orrickan said that he could see all the fate lines, so he didn't know which one was really happening, and he couldn't list all the infinite fate lines."

The pre-screening conditions that the Empire gave to Orikan were also unable to screen out that line of destiny.

As Rogal Dorn had always been ostracized by the Primarchs there, he did not know much about the relevant matters.

"At present, we only know the confirmed direction of Angron and Vulkan, and we don't know when they fell into chaos. You are the leader of the heretics, and we are also uncertain about the time of your fall."

Hades stuffed the last bite of the cake into his mouth, and when he mentioned the chief of heretics, he glanced at Mortarion. Mortarion's face just became a little worse, but still within an acceptable range.

“And Guilliman…”

Hades' tone became hesitant.

"We only know that he was called the Kingslayer - this could be because he personally shut down King Connor's life support system, or it could be because... the Lord of Man had already met with an unexpected death at that time. Dorne is not clear about this part either."

[He is also Neos's most favored Primarch. ]

The other corresponding one is Horus Lupercal. In another branch of destiny, Horus is the most neglected offspring of the Lord of Mankind.

Horus, who was designed as the moon and reflected the brilliance of all people, became an ordinary gangster after landing in Cosonia.

This led to the Emperor taking the initiative to find Horus, the apparently First Son. The Emperor showed great disappointment, and influenced by the Emperor's attitude, Horus, the moon that reflected light, was automatically covered in dust, and subsequently became the least noticeable among the Primarchs.

Mortarion said calmly that through Dorn's description, he had profiled the vague image of the Lord of Humanity on the Line of Destiny. Compared with the Emperor here, the Emperor there regarded the Primarchs as tools, had higher expectations of them, and was more rational and cruel.

Mortari paused for a moment.

[Does Guilliman know what his other self has done? ]

Hades shook his head.

"Only you, me, Neos, and Dorn know about King Konor. The Emperor did not allow Dorn to tell Guilliman about this. Perhaps this is the Emperor's only conscience. Guilliman is under enough pressure now."

【Ah. 】

Mortarion sneered, as if laughing at Neos. Neos was willing to let Guilliman know that he had killed Neos, rather than let Guilliman know that he had killed King Konor.

He also knew who would be a suitable father for Guilliman.

(End of this chapter)