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

Chapter 817 [259.] Who is the Lord of the Galaxy? !
Guilliman was smiling now.

His eyes, which were flashing with an infinite variety of strange blue, were moving, and from time to time he reflected the tired and more weathered self opposite him. The feeling of confronting and conversing with himself was so wonderful and strange that the answer to any words was already known before they were spoken.

But there are still some things that are imperceptible.

[Robert Guilliman] raised his glass and clinked it with the Lord of the Empire. The wine flowed in the glass, and the undercurrent rolled under the sea, like [Horus], and like -

Hush, the name that cannot be spoken or thought of.

"Its" mechanism is far weirder, more coercive, more disordered and more chaotic than that of subspace.

But the other side obviously did not want him to touch these dark, greedy and unspeakable existences. They hid it and put away the black crosses, three-headed wild dogs and skulls with black tears.

But they could not really hide "it", no matter how clever or clumsy the means were, Guilliman had seen it, he had seen "it", so magnificent, so spectacular, so disgusting to him...

It is nothing more than that, just a void in the subspace. Does it want to become a god?

Unfortunately, the rules of this universe have destined that "ascension to godhood" is not a so-called blessing. Guilliman thought of the brutal and pale Lord of Mankind in front of him that day. This is the so-called truth.

Guilliman couldn't help laughing in his heart.

"God" is by no means the final answer in this galaxy. This path is destined to be a dead end. The real answer is still vague, and this is exactly the truth that Guilliman has been looking for.

The Lord of the Galaxy will never be just a god, nor will he simply be someone who has mastered a few concepts and rules. The true Lord of the Galaxy will be completely free and have absolute will.

Guilliman took a sip of wine and listened to the suggestion of his other self rather nonchalantly.

[#%#... Regarding the principles of cooperation, I have proposed three directions. I hope——]

Guilliman suddenly raised his hand, interrupting his other self. It was obvious that the Lord of the Oxen and Horses was a little angry because of this. It was precisely because they were all "Robert Guilliman" that they knew how provocative this action was.

[I think your plans may need to be revised.]
The Evil King [Guilliman] spoke slowly, shaking the liquid in the glass, and the light in his eyes became brighter.

【I need a reasonable reason. 】

Guilliman suppressed his anger at being interrupted, and swore that he would never treat anyone so rudely.

[Because the war has begun.]
Guilliman said,

[The moment we arrived in this galaxy, the war began—oh, oh, I mean us and the Necrons.]
The Evil King smiled and raised his glass to the astonished Guilliman.

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[At the same time]

【β-36Rt123 Planet】

This place can no longer be called a planet.

The green light that illuminated the entire skyline moved slowly like the aurora. It was the ultimate application of the Necrontyr Gauss technology. The continents and oceans were slowly decomposed at the same time, and then slowed down to the slowest speed under the operation of the time delay machine.

High in the sky, a crescent-shaped sickle of disaster hangs in the air, densely weaving scales above the planet, and the light of ions parked comically in front of its smooth surface.

Its shadow cast on the ground, covering the densely packed Necron soldiers who were rushing forward one after another. The fragments of its living metal body flew and stayed in the air, not yet completely annihilated by the Gaussian rays that lit up at the edge.

Snake-like and insect-like metal monsters broke out of the ground, baring fangs and claws and attacking the Seraphim. The huge technology of the Necrons was raising its front paws, ready to smash it heavily on the ground.

But in the face of manipulated time, such a huge existence is nothing more than its front feet suspended in the air in a ridiculous way.

Everything is still and moving slowly, like the hands of a clock that will never reach the next second.

Apart from……

"Imotek! It's all over!"

The entire continent was shattered, and above the huge crater, a whole plain was suspended. Looking down from the sky, white sea water was surging into the huge crater.

The Silent King roared and walked down from his throne. There was no need to rely on the power of the Two Saints. Szalak knew that he was capable of dealing with the Storm King.

Below them, countless Necrontyr Emperors and the Three Holy Guards were watching the duel between the two royal families, but the speed of time was manipulated so strangely that they could hardly see or really hear anything.

At the final moment, no matter how large the Necrontyr's army is, no matter how majestic the bodies of the Seraphs and the Underworld constructs are, soldier against soldier, general against general, the final step in seizing power must be a fight between kings.

And those armies forged with the strength of the entire race of the dead are just sidekicks at the king's feet. Even the Necron army piled up on this planet is enough to compete with a complete Star God.

This is the Necrontyr.

"Your ridiculous ambition to dominate the entire galaxy has been shattered! You are just a pope of the Necrontyr civilization! A mere ant!"

The tip of the Staff of Eternal Glory suddenly emitted a white and dust-free light, which made its master, Szalak, the Silent King, appear even taller. Next to the tyrannical white light, Szalak raised his staff and pointed it at the severely injured Storm King.

"Ho, ho, ho! In the eyes of cowards, true courage turns out to be ambition? Szalak, you gave up the galaxy with your own hands, and gave up the dream of the Necrontyr to unify the galaxy - to the Necrontyr! You are the eternal sinner!!!"

The Storm King, who was hunched over and almost crawling on the ground, suddenly stood up, and the dim Staff of the Destroyer shone again. This action was almost so fast that it exceeded the time scale. The ultra-high-energy laser penetrated time and space, and before the Silent King's time stop was activated, Imotekh's attack reached Szalak.

throat!
A not-so-crisp sound suddenly rang out, and the light of eternal glory was instantly shattered in the strange and chaotic light. The green light in the eyes of the Silent King flashed in astonishment, and the energy impact forced it to take a half step back.

The Storm King regained his precious and brief breathing time. He stood up shakily, and blood scarabs surged out, repairing his body. The light reappeared, and he looked proudly at the Silent King.

Imotekh knew it was right. Its only regret was that its bloodline and luck were not as good as the Silent King's. It was so sad that the fate of the Deathly Hallows fell upon such a Deathly Hallows.

Even though he possessed extraordinary talents in military and strategy, he could not conceal the reckless and cowardly character of the Silent King Szahrak. After he trusted the deceivers and led all the Necrontyr into the abyss of destruction, he gave up on himself, destroyed the Master Control Protocol, and cowardly exiled himself instead of saving his people.

"Do you remember the oath you made? Szalak - you led the Necrontyr out of the abyss of fear of death, and made the Necrontyr the master of the galaxy - what have you done? The Necrontyr chose you! But you have failed the Necrontyr time and time again!"

The Storm King shouted angrily, unable to hide the rage in his heart any longer. He did not understand, he did not accept that now that he had transformed into a Necron, the Silent King had once again given up his vow to dominate the galaxy!

throat! ! !
In an instant, the metals collided, sparking bright green sparks, illuminating the faces of the two popes, which were distorted with anger and cursing.

But what they saw were no longer themselves and each other. Between their eyes were just similar metallic faces, without blood or tears.

"Mistakes...must be corrected."

The Silent King spoke word by word, and the space and time around the two deadlocked necrophiles began to distort.

"I have committed a heinous crime, which has also made me see the truth of the galaxy. The galaxy needs a restrained manager, not an absurd overlord."

"There's no need to start the flames of war again."

Hmph! The Silent King suddenly exerted force on his wrist, and after thousands of calculations, the Storm King staggered back a step - but the Silent King did not let the Storm King go. A blade-like green light burst out from the side of the Staff of Eternal Glory and slashed towards Imotekh!

"War? What is the war for?! For the fear of the dead who will never wake up? Imotekh - it's time to wake up from the dream of being a tyrant! The endless war will further wear down the minds of the fear of the dead!"

"I was transformed into this place in the first place, wasn't it for war?! You promised - you promised the Necrontyr the entire galaxy and war!"

The Storm King, who had not yet regained his balance, moved his mind and stood in mid-air in an almost impossible posture, spinning the Staff of Destruction in his hand. He went straight to face the Silence King without fear of the fierce attack.

A huge shock wave suddenly rose between the scepters and completely disrupted the frequency of the time manipulator. Both Necrontyr were knocked over and fell backwards.

The Storm King fell completely to the ground, while the Silent King fell after staggering a few steps. The living metal cloak behind him was torn to pieces by the strong wind, and knife-like cracks appeared on his metal skin.

The outcome has been decided.

A sad light flashed in the eyes of the Silent King. He still remembered that when he was confirming whether to carry out the biological transformation ritual, the Storm King Imotekh agreed and followed him. The Storm King was also the most staunch force in fighting against the dynasty that was against the biological transformation ritual at that time.

Did it really fail them?
The Silent King was upset, but his decapitation pace never stopped. He input command codes and keys into the dim Staff of Eternal Glory in his palm, and this over-used weapon began to work at super power again.

But if they don't undergo biological transformation, they will not be a match for the ancient saints... the star gods will also take back their power... this is just the optimal solution under the expedient situation. The necrophiles have struggled under the shadow of cancer and death for tens of thousands of years. All necrophiles want true health and liberation.

This is not just the Silent King's choice.

This is the will of all the living popes today.

The Silent King has learned to face and reconcile, and will no longer be stubbornly stuck in the quagmire of the past.

"Why are you so persistent in fighting for supremacy with the ants, Imotekh? The Necrontyr can choose a more peaceful path of governance. The Necrontyr has come from a brutal past, and it is time for them to learn peace."

"It's nothing but cowardice!"

The Storm King struggled, but his left leg had been corroded by the lustrous green. As he struggled, metal flakes slowly floated off his body like peeling paper, and were then blown away by the wind.

The Silent King's eyes were filled with pity and anger. The Storm King's self-destruction further proved the error of his path. The real answer in this galaxy would never be war and hegemony. They should become qualified managers and bystanders. The Silent King was more determined to get rid of Pluto this time.

It raised its staff, and time around it slowed down so that the rest of the Necrontyr could see it finally decapitate the Storm King, marking the end of another iconic rebellion in Necrontyr history.

Then, the scepter fell heavily -

White light suddenly burst out beside the Storm King! The next moment, the Storm King's position was empty! Next to its original position, a strange Necromancer stood with his hands on his waist, tilting his head to look at the Silent King opposite.

"Storm King Imotekh, get it!"

Trazyn shouted, twisting his waist to avoid the Silent King's angry blow.

"A traitor who collaborated with aliens!!!"

The Silent King didn't understand - he didn't understand why it was Trazyn the Endless who always came out to ruin his plans! Now he completely understood why those Hierophants wanted to eat Trazyn alive when they mentioned him.

"Hey, are you scolding yourself Szalak? Okay, okay, I know you've worked with the Deceiver."

Trazyn jumped up and down, left and right, BABA, super dodge! The body that Hades, the star god, had given him was very useful, at least better than these antiques that hadn't been updated for tens of thousands of years.

The Silent King was furious and wanted to slow down time to the slowest speed again, but cracks appeared in the time dimension, and in a place it could not see, Orikan's invisible hand began to exert force!
"What on earth do you want—Tarazyn?!"

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"What do you want? Does wanting you dead count? Why didn't the Trickster just kill you? And why did he leave you with Old Deng's mind?"

"presumptuous!!!"

The tyrannical light rose again. Facing the attack of the Silent King, Taraxin acted nonchalant. Did he really think that his collection of tens of thousands of years was a joke?

BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!

A straight ultra-high-energy laser rushed straight towards his face, but after the strange fluctuation of the energy shield, it dissipated half a meter in front of Taraxin. After the light, there was no damage at all, except for the gold and silver cloak that was raised to face the light that illuminated the entire skyline.

"The Necrontyr need a new king."

Trazyn stood there and said coldly,
"I repeat, the Necrontyr needs a new king - not the Necrons need a new king. I will bring the Necrons back to the state of the Necrontyr, Szahrak."

"There are no undead spirits,"

Trazyn said,

"No undead has ever faced this question, including you, Szalak. You never dared to call yourselves undead, but the Necrontyr is gone - yet you still pretend to be wearing their skins and pretending that you have never done anything wrong."

"And I saw the problem,"

Trazyn said this calmly. Due to the failure of slowing down time, the Necrons watching around heard Trazyn's words. They were too shocked to react.

“And decided to fix it.”

Trazyn opened his hand and saw that the Silent King's face was getting darker and darker.

"How do you know...I don't want to solve this problem?!"

The next moment, the violent beam that Trazyn could not resist at all jumped up again! Not only this attack, Trazyn could feel that the space where it was located was blocked, which meant that its personality current would not be able to escape successfully after the body was destroyed.

"?!!!"

The Silent King is far more powerful than Trazyn imagined—it even has the strength and energy to fight Trazyn again after its fierce battle with the Storm King!
Trazyn's entire body was almost faded by the white light. This might be the last moment of its existence.

Trazyn raised his staff and faced the Silent King's attack.

BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!

The Silent King's overwhelmed body emitted metallic creaking sounds, and he gained a huge amount of energy at the cost of consuming matter.

It held on, watching the light fade—Tarazyn staggered before it, but did not fall.

But it only takes one last blow.

A light more violent than the previous three strikes leaped up!

This galaxy needs a true manager, not a tyrant, not a clown, not a rule that swallows everything. It needs a manager who is restrained and determined enough...

The Silent King delivered his final blow—

"Don't make me fish you out again, Trazyn. Be quiet."

Calculating the timing, a hundred translucent giant hands stretched out from the air around Trazyn to block a blow for Trazyn, but the Scryer had no intention of playing house with the Necrons -

The next moment, accompanied by the sounds of sacrifices from all over the Eye of Silence, Trazyn disappeared again.

The subspace suddenly began to churn, and a huge current of psychic energy rushed out from the gap and rushed into this area.

As for where the sound of sacrifice comes from?

Guilliman blinked, and most of the Primarchs around him suddenly hugged their heads at this moment.

Except in the corner.

The Mortarion who stared at him without blinking.

He is just a blind believer in God.

Guilliman withdrew his gaze and took a sip of the wine slowly.

He used the simplest and most brutal method, deploying nine thousand psychic bomb ships the moment the ship arrived in this world.

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Another fate line

[…You mean I should go find another me alone? ]

Horus stared at the Emperor in disbelief, and the Emperor nodded solemnly.

"I'm going to call back my wolf and eagle. You go convince your other self - or replace him, and then go with me to attack Terra. I must meet my other self - I must reach Terra."

Go meet a... a bastard who is desperate to become a god?
Is this other him really a jerk who wants to dominate the galaxy, rather than a guy who wants humanity to be fine forever so he can lie on the couch at home, eat junk food, or go to the casino and spend a lot of money?
The Lord of Mankind felt that he was rarely, truly angry. Even when General Guilliman told him off, he felt more sadness and regret than anger.

He couldn't understand, he truly despised, he truly rebuked his other self - why did he choose such a path?

So much so that he briefly ignored the embarrassed expression on Horus' face.

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【…】

Fulgrim stood up dazed from the ceiling of the Necron Silent King prisoner ship, and before any of them could react, several ships near the Silent King fleet suddenly exploded, and huge psychic waves hit them directly.

On the ship in gravity spacetime, the Primarch felt like vomiting, but it turned out that the attack was not over yet. The Primarch could feel countless light spots that looked like the explosions of Alpha Plus psykers exploding in different areas of the Eye of Silence - how could the damned human beings have so many Alpha Plus psykers that could be wasted like that?

At his feet, Dantioch and Abaddon were crawling on the ceiling as if dead. Fulgrim helped Dantioch up and said something coldly to Abaddon.

[There will be a bigger psychic shock coming... If you don't want to die, I suggest you pray to Pluto. ]

He also hoped to torture Abaddon to extract information.

Lying half-conscious on the ground, Abaddon finally vomited this time.

Pluto...

[Don't attack! Hades! ]

Outside the banquet hall, Sanguinius, the only one who was far away from Guilliman, hurriedly sent a message that they should not let Hades show up now.

"receive--"

The electric current crackled over there, and the archangel heard Hades's subsequent cry.
"Trazyn! Stop pretending!"

(End of this chapter)