Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 733 177. Get sweaty

A long time ago.

As early as before most humans were born, Neos as a human understood a truth that permeates the universe and time.

That is - the loser bears everything.

Unfortunately, he is the loser today.

Still the kind that can't run away.

…………………………

【I am. 】

A tall, pale and dejected man emerged from the mist, and his hand, slender and not resembling a human hand, gently fell on Neos's shoulder.

Without even looking at Neos, Mortarion patted the Emperor's shoulder threateningly, and then the Pale Lord sat directly on the seat prepared for him in the Silent Hall.

They sat on the left and right sides of the Lord of Mankind, Sanguinius making a frivolous mocking gesture, while Mortarion was like a puppet, laughing eerily on his seat.

"I'm glad to see you caught, my friend."

Malcador walked out of the photo frame and said in a mocking tone. The old man looked in high spirits. He casually took off his hood with wrinkled hands——

The dim hood fell down, revealing a handsome young man with silver hair.

Malcador patted Nios, his steps were as brisk as a dance, and he sat down in the nearest position to Nios's right. The young man's eyes shone with a clear golden light, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth had not been lowered since he came in.

"You're happy."

Neos said, but before his tone could sink, another strong man's voice interrupted his next sentence,

"I'm happy too, haha, Neos."

Orpeson was wearing a simple military uniform and had the lowest military rank. He pulled up the brim of his hat, patted Nios on the shoulder as usual, and then took a seat on the left.

"Praise the Lord."

Orr said casually,

From the corner of his eye, the Emperor saw the shining silver cross on Orr's chest.

"How ironic."

The Lord of Mankind said something as if he was sighing, but his emotion was once again drowned in the noise. Angron, who was carrying the Red Lord, fell into this place together with Magnus.

【You have come in! Stop struggling - Magnus! ! ! 】

Angron roared, Magnus held in his arms was still struggling with his eyes closed. Magnus was unwilling to step into the black realm, so Angron helped him.

【How is that possible? ! I know what it feels like to be swallowed by the Dark Realm. How could I not be dead yet? - Angron - let go of me? ! 】

【Open your eyes and take a look! ! ! 】

Angron roared helplessly. Magnus's strength was beyond his imagination. The Lord of Red Sand was almost knocked to the ground by Magnus. In desperation, Angron suddenly used Holding his hands on the back of the chair in front of him——

It was the one that Nios was sitting on, using the force to adjust their center of gravity.

"Magnus, take it easy."

At this time, Hades opposite Neos said as if watching the excitement. Magnus stopped trying to resist with spiritual power. When he saw the structure here, Magnus was briefly stunned for a moment, and then immediately recovered. Got etiquette.

[I'm just - a little afraid of the dark realm. 】

Magnus explained, and then he immediately found an inconspicuous seat to sit down as if running away. Angron also breathed a sigh of relief, patted Magnus with a comfortable smile, and then sat next to Mortarion.

[Sorry, I hope we are not late. 】

Pale, twin-like tall black figures walked in at the same time. One was noble and deep, the other was frivolous and crazy.

[You don’t have to be polite to them. 】

Conrad chuckled mockingly. He walked to both sides of Neos almost simultaneously with Curze. Conrad did not hesitate to put his paws on Neos's shoulders, and his sharp nails Tear the fabric of the clothes——

What a pleasure.

In sharp contrast to Conrad is Corax. Darkness enveloped the face of the Raven Lord. In the darkness that people could not see, Corax frowned slightly, and then put his hand politely on the back of the chair. On the corner of the chair.

"Sit wherever you like."

Hades said as the seventh and eighth visitors took their seats.

"Now...who are we missing?"

Hades said, looking at the empty long table, he decided to go back to the kitchen to get something back - anyway, he had just poured a cup of golden coffee for Neos.

"You guys chat first, I'll be right back."

Hades said, and the primitives responded to him with different expressions, in short they were all expressions of gratitude.

[Faenus and Guilliman. 】

Mortarion said, but then he added, in a nonsensical tone,

[But it may not make any difference whether they come or not - our denunciation meeting against the Lord of Humanity can start early. 】

[This would be a very good idea. 】

Opposite Mortarion, Sanguinius smiled gently and echoed. He was facing Mortarion, but the scarlet corner of his eyes was staring at Neos.

"Wait, I have an objection."

Nios suddenly raised his arms,

"What do you want to do to me?"

"Let you repent." Or Persson held the cross.

"Let you atone for your sins." The bored Machado curled his silver hair and held his chin.

[Detain you. ] Sanguinius said, his eyes unblinking.

[Torture you~] Conrad said, the curvature of the corners of his mouth widening.

[See you clearly...] Angron muttered in a low voice.

[Punish you. ] Corax said softly.

[Uh, wait, you may be a little too extreme. ] Magnus said, no one paid attention to him.

[Divide you. ]

Motarion's voice was the last to sound, and the room suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Divide me?"

Nyos spread his hands, and his reflection fell on the surface of the coffee he drank.

"I have promised you a share - I give you power, almost for free."

Where in the world is there such a good thing!

Nyos thought indignantly that too many people in the world crave the supreme power, and they are even willing to give up everything for it, and Neos even gave his power to them for free - these ungrateful wolves!

Where would a father voluntarily raise a sword to slaughter himself just to give up his throne for his offspring? After hundreds of millions of years of monarchs and ministers, fathers and sons, how could there be such a harmonious giving up of the throne?

[Not enough. ]

Mortarion said lightly, and the Pale Lord obviously entered a state of debt collection.

[You just want to leave, but we will never let you do that. The Empire still needs the Emperor, and the front still needs soldiers, but you just want to leave - you don't consider the flood after you leave, so shameless, so irresponsible. ]

"So you mean to judge me and set me the next labor?"

Nyos turned his head, his golden eyes shining, he stared at Mortarion without blinking, and an inexplicable pressure came, even the Primarch that Neos had not looked at felt the inexplicable pressure.

But Mortarion just responded to Neos motionlessly.

[That's right. ]

The Pale Lord said so, and the pressure disappeared immediately, and Neos collapsed on the chair helplessly.

At this time, Hades shouted from the kitchen,

"Don't fight - whoever fights here, I will fight him!"

[Don't worry! No! ]

Angron responded, and Mortarion muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, but the Emperor started to make trouble again.

After thinking for a moment, Neos spoke again. He was already making his final struggle.

"I know what you mean - in that case, why not let your other brothers come and discuss together."

Without waiting for others to respond, the Emperor raised his hand, and the picture of the Dragon's Eye appeared behind him. The Fire Dragon Lord, who had not been seen for a long time among the Primarchs, stepped out from the huge picture frame.

The black rock was thick between the bright green jade, and the blazing flames licked the war hammer. The vigorous vitality could be seen almost without perception.

[My Lord, what did you summon me for - huh? ! ]

The black man who was summoned looked at his Primarch brothers who were sitting at the table with a little surprise. Vulkan blinked, a little confused,

[I don't understand -]

"Help me defend."

Neos crossed his hands and said in a serious tone.

[Defend? Defend what? 】

Lorgar was still practicing - he vowed to cleanse his soul with his own faith, so Neos was completely unable to deploy his devout Primarch, and the powerful general who could defend him was immediately reduced.

Vulkan asked in surprise, but at this time his eyes were already looking at Mortarion who waved him over. Seeing that the Emperor did not stop him, the fire dragon sat next to Mortarion -

There was no Finus or Fulgrim who he was more familiar with here.

"I hope to extradite the power to govern the empire to the Primarchs - but your brothers are obviously unwilling."

Extradite power?

Vulkan had heard a little about this matter. He followed the Lord of Mankind to guard the webway and knew that the Emperor had been working on this matter a long time ago.

[This is a good thing, why...]

Vulkan's unfinished words were interrupted by Mortarion's gaze,

[This is indeed a good thing,]

The Pale Lord said with a gloomy face,

[But he wanted to just leave - this is the real point, Neos, are you going to leave like this? 】

The Lord of Fire Dragons suddenly turned back to look at the Lord of Humanity,

[Are you finally going to find Horus? ]

Vulkan asked, with a somewhat broad face, he ignored the sudden darkening face of Sanguinius, and continued to ask,

[What about Alpha and Omega? I have also been looking for Fulgrim's whereabouts recently. ]

Nios coughed awkwardly a few times,

"In fact, I have recovered part of Horus' soul."

He said calmly,

"But his condition is very poor and not suitable for stable existence-I may need to focus on repairing his soul for a long time."

[Is this why you left in a hurry? ]

Conrad supported his hands on the table and turned his head downward 180 degrees.

[That's right. ]

Sanguinius replied to Neos with a dark face. It seems that because of his unstable state, the archangel spit blood from his mouth,

[Partiality-this is the true face of our once beloved father. He is indeed not perfect, because no perfect person would be partial to such an extent. 】

"This is my own choice."

Neos said calmly, switching to a face without any expression on the surface,

"As I explained to you at the beginning, I can't give you the same attention; who to abandon and who to pick up is not something I can decide - but my few emotions will make me make up as much as possible afterwards."

He can also abandon himself, life, power, everything... It doesn't matter, but this bet must be won, it's that simple.

[So you don't plan to make it up to us. ]

After a long silence, Corax said softly.

"I made it up to you."

Neos said firmly,

"I hand over power and strength to you - this is the best gift from an old king, but you all feel it is a burden. I don't understand why you have become what you are now, as early as 10,000 years ago , many of you will covet the title of War Commander."

[Because we see clearly, it’s that simple! 】

Angron said suddenly, he stood up, interrupted the questions of the original bodies, and greeted Hades holding the drink tower,

【grateful! 】

The Lord of Red Sand said as he helped Hades place drinks. The others also started to move. Only Neos sat in the center, standing still.

"I tried to prepare something that you can all drink, specific to your...er...smell?"

[You can just tell me the taste. 】

Mortarion said calmly, holding the flat wine bottle that Hades handed him in his hand. There was a familiar smell in the slightly dirty bottle.

"Well, it's the taste actually."

Hades said, holding a cup of coffee and sitting at the best viewing position at the long table. He also prepared a cup of coffee for himself, but unlike Nios's cup, his cup was completely bitter, without any trace of it. Fragrant.

"I'm curious, which one of us tastes the best?"

Makado slowly and methodically swung his champagne glass, and the clear and slightly golden liquid swayed in it.

"..."

Hades was silent.

To be fair, this is indeed a difficult question to answer. Hades is not a person who is used to savoring the taste carefully. He is used to swallowing other people's souls directly.

If you break it down, Mortarion's soul tastes like his poisoned wine, but the texture is dry and choking ashes; Magnus's soul is more shining and intense, and tastes like sunlight falling on the pages of a book; Sanguinius was pure blood, mixed with the smell of organs; Konrad Curze made him feel like he was eating moss that grew crazily in dark corners, with blood splattered on it, and fragments of his soul in his hands , still screaming crazily.

In addition, Angron's soul is like warm white water, with no taste at all except the rhyme and heat, which sometimes makes Hades feel good; Corax's soul tastes less, insisting on The description is the coolness of falling rain in the dark night - and of course, the Lord of Mankind.

Hades can accurately describe the true taste of Neos's spiritual energy, that is——

pain.

Complete pain, golden flames burning your throat, it takes great courage to swallow it. As long as Neos doesn't want others to absorb his spiritual energy, he will hurt the person who steals his spiritual energy in every possible way. .

After much hesitation, Hades said thoughtfully,

"Maybe Magnus?"

This sentence was followed by Magnus's wail,

[I beg you to choose someone else! 】

Magnus wailed, and Mortarion stared at Magnus gloomily.

Hades smiled casually. He thought of something interesting and said jokingly,

"But not as good as Nurgle."

As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention to him. Now Hades is definitely the most ruthless person.

Hades was about to say something cheery, but a late arrival interrupted him.

In this house, the twelfth visitor arrived, and golden flames lit up, illuminating the metal sides.

[Sorry I'm late - Robert Guilliman and I met and discussed some things. 】

Faenus Manus said without any emotion. He walked straight past the emperor and found an empty seat to sit down.

[Sorry, sorry! I'm late too. 】

The thirteenth son and the thirteenth visitor finally arrived. The king with the crown on his head smiled apologetically, and his handsome face was reflected in the sapphire blue, which made people feel respectful.

Hades heard Malcador chuckle quietly, almost inaudibly.

"Thirteenth...Jesus, it's time for you to accept betrayal."

Guilliman looked at everyone apologetically, and then, as if he didn't even realize it, he patted Neos on the shoulder, and then sat on the second seat to Neos' right hand.

Who could be the one who really stabbed you, Neos?