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

Chapter 777 [220.] Guilliman is in pain, but he won’t say it. Why won’t he say it? Say it!

Another fate line

【Terra】

The eerie light of the eternal sun poured down from the sky and fell into the royal court. The king bowed his head in deep thought, with a faint smile always on his lips.

【Mortarion...returned to Barbarus.】

Guilliman said lightly, he subconsciously stroked the hilt of his sword, a light far more chaotic than subspace flowed between his pupils. No one knew what Robert Guilliman had transformed himself into during the ten thousand years of ruling the empire - in order to rule this huge empire.

In some ways, no one is more dedicated to the behemoth called the "Imperial" than Guilliman.

No. Any. One.

Guilliman's eyes did not blink. He had already considered everything carefully before the king swung his sword. A decision-maker of an empire must not act rashly, otherwise it would be a blasphemy to the king's position.

what,
Guilliman raised his hand and it hovered in the air.

In this regard, the last emperor of the Empire was clearly not as qualified as Robert Guilliman, so he failed and was imprisoned in the halls, accompanied by his enemies every day.

But... Guilliman lowered his eyes, his long, curled golden eyelashes trembled, light shone down, another line of destiny... He pondered, searching for the destiny of another world among the hazy fragments of memory hidden by countless twists and turns.

Pluto...

Guilliman subconsciously pronounced this strange High Gothic word. This strange feeling made him wonder, the biggest variable in that branch - and also the anchor point for the emergence of their destiny.

It was precisely to completely wipe out Hades that Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, descended from this line of destiny and successfully became the most powerful one in Chaos ten thousand years ago.

But unfortunately, the Lord of Change is now half-dead. Guilliman was thinking about whether to go find Tzeentch, but the Lord of Change probably would not give any useful information.

Guilliman stretched out his hand, and his half seat [9] appeared between his fingers. Then, Guilliman casually reversed the numbers, and [9] became [6] - in this world line, with the joint efforts of mankind, the Lord of Change half-stepped to replace the original fate of Slaanesh.

This may also be a reflection of fate.

And now...the biggest variable is "Pluto".

Pluto, Pluto, Pluto.

Guilliman silently wondered from which corner of the galaxy Pluto had appeared, when he became powerful, and how powerful he was to be able to make a Chaos God panic.

With trembling eyelashes, Guilliman half-covered his blue eyes that were like the sea surface approaching a storm. No hurry, they still have time to observe and deploy.

But the only important content that Robert Guilliman could extract from Tzeentch's shattered memories was -

Send troops as soon as possible.

We must not give the human empire on the other side enough time to develop until they are ready and then launch an attack towards this destiny.

No, fate must not flow like this. The empire that Robert Guilliman has painstakingly built for thousands of years will never collapse. It will stand on the corpses of its own people and become a behemoth covering the entire galaxy and the entire outside the galaxy.

Send troops ahead of time... they must gain the upper hand.

Robert Guilliman smiled, he remembered the time when Mortarion half-knelt in the mess, looking at him unwillingly -

Roboute Guilliman was not the most powerful warrior among his brothers, but he knew how to use strategy and his pawns.

And now, the cold-blooded emperor, Robert Guilliman sat on his chessboard again. He stretched out his hand towards the chessboard, and the giant hand that symbolized all his strength descended above the chessboard. As he moved, three rays of light of different colors climbed up on his hand that was calloused from holding a pen and a sword.

The only place where two destinies can be mixed...

Robert Guilliman tapped the chessboard and looked at the Eye of Terror with interest.

Chaos can go through this wall and do something...

But it needs a little help.

Guilliman thought thoughtfully, remembering the sister sword of the Spinal Blade that pierced the Emperor and Tzeentch.

Then Guilliman smiled.

Just use it, he thought dully, and thanks to Magnus, the tall Primarch was able to provide him with enough raw materials.

........................

【Positive fate line】

"Drink more, Guilliman! You finally made up your mind to take a day off today!"

“I finally got a break, oh my god!!”

Hades yelled, clutching the bottle of Barbarus in one hand, and then rushed towards Robert Guilliman with a roar.

Guilliman, who was leaning against a pile of documents on his desk, retched and pulled his office chair to the side in embarrassment, successfully avoiding the pounce of the staggering Hades.

[Feinus! Feinus! ]

Guilliman shouted as if calling for help. On the other side, Finus, who was emitting a faint white-green light of death in the golden light, said nothing and pursed his lips tightly - the Death Wine carried psychic attacks. Finus might not have a stomach, but he would have a soul.

If you have a soul, you can feel the power of Barbarus's poisonous wine! Dominant! Strong!
Finus's eyes were hazy, as if he had entered a realm filled with mist. He staggered and the insect-like monster seemed to appear in front of him.

The monster said to him,
【Fuck you.】

With a start, Finus returned to the office full of documents. The Primarch looked at Hades, who was pushed over by Guilliman and tried to force him to drink a lot of shit wine.

"drink,"

Hades looked at Phineus with deep affection.
"I'll just drink to get through today, and I'll have to go to work tomorrow."

The huge meaning contained in this sentence instantly overwhelmed Finus, so he took the wine without hesitation and drank it in one gulp.

His hazy vision passed over the smirking Hades and saw Guilliman, who was lying on the desk, giving him a thumbs up.

Then—Finus rolled his eyes—

"Yes! Yes!"

Hades clapped his hands happily, but he still pulled Finus down at the moment when the Primarch's head hit the ground, giving him some cushion between him and the floor. Don't get me wrong, Hades was just afraid that Finus would make a hole in the floor, and he didn't want to repair the floor.

Seeing that Finus was defeated, Hades laughed, raised his hand and drank the bottle of wine in his hand.

"Happy! Hurray!"

Hades shouted,

“Finally a day off!”

Guilliman, who was almost unconscious but still had a trace of rationality, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Hades.

[You have already rested in the Titanium Field for half a month, Hades, you are too greedy.]

"But Mortarion is on vacation on Barbarus at this time!"

Hades was heartbroken and regretful. How come he had such a high justice value but just didn't know how to run away?
Today's rare holiday was the result of them discussing the movements of the Necrons with Trazyn and believing that there would not be much threat to the Empire in the medium term, so they decided to open some champagne and take a day off.

On the Terran side, Trazyn also revealed that the Silent King might go to solve the problem, which would reduce the burden on the human side.

After sending Trazyn away, they conducted a complex round of Imperial risk assessments, and then, based on the answer and at the instigation of Hades, Guilliman decided to give the three of them a day off on the spot.

[Mortarion...]

Guilliman, whose face had been pressed tightly against the table and turned red, stood up slowly, his face full of resentment and an expression of “How could this be?!”

【Mortarion! 】

Guilliman slammed the table, the poisoned wine making his speech slurred. Hades walked over and patted Guilliman's shoulder armor.
"Say!"

Hades was also heartbroken.

"Say it out loud! I know what you want to say!"

[Motarion——Motarion, that bastard! ]

Guilliman burped, lowered his head and shouted angrily,
[I want to go back to Macragge too! He’s the only one who lives a carefree life! Macragge!!! I don’t want to stay in Terra anymore! Neos, come back!!! Macragge!!!]

The mountains! The water! The city! His Macragge!!!

Guilliman, who had been suppressed for a long time, felt his mind was a mess. He deliberately suppressed his psychic power to detoxify the poisonous wine. He needed to get drunk for a while.

He gives others holidays, so who will give him holidays?

"That's too harsh!" Hades sighed and shook his head.
“The quality needs to be lowered!”

To be honest, Mortarion's subjective initiative in handling official documents is definitely the lowest level Hades has ever seen. Of course, he would like to see Mortarion idle, but when it's time to work - don't show such obvious signs of slacking off! Mortarion!!

Hades burped, waved his hand casually, and slapped Guilliman's shoulder armor hard, causing Guilliman to burp as well.

"No, never mind him!"

Hades took another sip of his wine.

"I'll help you, Guilliman! You'll have to make great advances, Qin King sweeps across the world, reclaims the galaxy, runs around the Pillar - punches Nurgle, kicks Khorne! Between you and me, there's no one in the galaxy who can defeat us!"

Guilliman took a deep breath and subconsciously reached out his hand. Hades directly stuffed another bottle of wine into Guilliman's hand. Guilliman took a deep breath and drank it!

Goo-goo-goo-goo.

The sound of the bottle emptying echoed through the room and Guilliman took another deep breath, his voice lowered and his face reddening further.

[I've already thought about it. After the first phase of the industrial plan is completed, you, Mortarion, and Angron, go and conquer the Garden of Nurgle for me. If that's not enough, let Neos take action. At the same time, the Empire will enter the second phase of the plan. The productivity will increase by 20.3% to 47.5% within three to five years. At the same time, at least four large legions must complete a comprehensive transformation. If the intelligence of the alien race is correct, the Necrons and the Tyranids are fighting at this time. We will lure the greenskins into the field and try our best to weaken the Necrons￥#￥%￥#￥%&*]

Hades, who was still excited just now, seemed to have calmed down. He listened to Guilliman's long speech in amazement. The Lord of the Empire had obviously already planned all the plans for the future. Guilliman talked about the counterattack in the warp and the Ultramarines' conquest of Khorne's throne.

Finally, Guilliman took a deep breath, slammed the table, and cried out in agony and pain:
【It would be a miracle if these plans could succeed! 】

Robert Guilliman is so lucky, he has a father who runs away at the critical moment, brothers who will never help unless necessary, more than one brother with unstable mental state who gets sick for no apparent reason and disrupts all his plans, and an empire that is even more shitty than his biological father and brothers.

The only bit of luck - Guilliman sighed - Hades is still a Barbarus! This guy is elbowing Mortarion!
Don't think he doesn't know that Hades secretly gave Mortarion a vacation!
You will never be able to deceive the Prince of Authority on vacation or on official business!
Guilliman held his head. Why didn't he die a few years earlier? Although Guilliman had made up his mind and determination when he came to power, under the influence of alcohol and venom, the Primarch still showed a moment of true emotion.

"Don't give up! Guilliman!"

Hades's shouts gradually faded in Guilliman's ears as the sky in front of him darkened. Perhaps Guilliman was not poisoned, but he was just so tired that he needed a rest. Today would be a day to have a good sleep, and he would worry about the headache tomorrow when he climbed up from the pile of documents drunkenly.

The good news is that the documents here are all useless and just waiting to be cleared away - it's just that there's no time to clear them away.

Otherwise, none of the three of them would mess up the pile of documents. Only Conrad and Angron could do such a thing.

Hades was still barking, and seemed to want to reach out and shake Guilliman. He said with deep affection,

"One day, we will lie on the beach, basking in the sun, with no more business in the world."

[This sounds like the Emperor's plan...]

Guilliman didn't finish his words. His eyelids drooped and he fell asleep.

Hades seemed unaware and was still muttering, but then he turned his head and found that Guilliman was motionless. Hades sighed loudly and shook the bottle in his hand to make sure that every last drop of wine was not wasted.

Then, Hades turned around, picked a good spot on the floor, and lay down. Before closing his eyes, Hades did not forget to grab a larger piece of paper and cover his stomach.

But he was wearing a full-face helmet, which was obviously a bit ridiculous.

But, it doesn't matter.

Hades didn't think anything of it, and the next moment, snoring sounded.

A rustling sound came from the closed office door.

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【Silent Eyes】

"Today's weather is sunny. The concentration of spiritual energy around is extremely low. There are no Kahns within a ten-mile radius. It is suitable for travel."

Two Black Stone Arks were rapidly moving across the Milky Way, with countless Chaos ships swarming around them.

"I feel the scent of my cowardly father in this."

Khayon said hesitantly as he looked at the dagger floating quietly in the Black Stone Ark at full power and full psychic energy.

There was an ominous aura lingering on it, with brilliant gold and eerie blue swirling around, and a thick black aura. It was visible to the naked eye that it was made from part of the spine of a giant, with some fresh flesh and blood still growing on it. The spiritual pressure emanating from it was too uncomfortable, and even a ten-thousand-year veteran of the Black Legion could not look directly at the dagger.

Therefore Abaddon did not remove the dagger from the Chains of Chaos.

"Maybe that's Magnus."

Abaddon sneered. The meaning behind this sentence made Khayon subconsciously take a step back. He betrayed the Thousand Sons and kept silent, just shaking his head.

"What are we going to do next?"

"Be a dog."

Abaddon laughed, "Serving as a dog to Chaos."

"Uh,"

Khayon looked at Abaddon, who seemed to be in a bad mental state. Ever since Huron began to act arrogantly in Abaddon's former territory, Abaddon's complexion became more and more irritable.

Kayan said cautiously,
"Well, I know, I mean, what exactly are we going to do?"

"Reverse the anti-psionic field of the Eye of Silence."

Abaddon said calmly,

"It won't take long, and it doesn't even have to succeed - we just need to draw the attention of the Necrons to this place. This is their former territory."

"Then?"

"Then they will notice what the Imperium of Man has finally grown into and what trouble it has caused them - most of the obelisk arrays they used to suppress the Warp have been damaged."

Abaddon said lightly, perhaps he has let it go.

maybe.

"The aliens won't care that we messed up their buildings - to them, we and the Empire are both human, there's no difference."

This sentence made Abaddon couldn't help laughing, but in fact, the Necrons really viewed them this way. The ancient race, which was high and mighty, did not care about the different subdivisions within the new races. In comparison, how pathetic they were that they were eventually mixed up with the Human Empire.

Abaddon smiled, and a sad look appeared at the corners of his mouth.

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"?"

The Silent King raised his gaze from the star disk. On the star disk, his army was fighting with the Storm King - both sides restrained themselves from expanding the scale of the battle. This was just a "competition" in the name of communication.

Even though the Storm King was sarcastic, he had not yet crossed the Silent King's bottom line, and the Silent King was far more magnanimous than before -

There is no other reason, because the unified command has disappeared, and the Silent King needs to maintain his pressure on the other dynasties. He cannot directly command the pharaohs, but as long as his majesty remains, these old fools are happy to continue to submit to him instead of the Storm King.

The ruler of the Necrons raised his eyes in confusion and looked towards the star region where the Eye of Silence was located.

...............................

【Terra】

【Um? ! 】

Guilliman shuddered suddenly, as if he sensed something ominous. He looked up suddenly, but immediately met a pair of dark and fierce eyes.

Bang!

Guilliman subconsciously stood up and stepped back, holding his sword. Then, the Lord of the Empire shouted angrily,

[Conrad Kurtz! Get off my desk!!!]

The golden light shone brightly! Conrad screamed—

[I just checked to see what happened to you three! You were making so much noise!!! I thought you were dead!]

[That's not a reason for you to squat on my desk!!!]

Guilliman roared and swung his sword. Conrad fled and ran quickly. Hades, who was lying on the ground, was hit by Conrad. Uh, the action was too light and did not wake up the unconscious Hades.

Hades's snoring got louder.

Nothing happened to Terra today.

(End of this chapter)