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

Chapter 734 178 Try your best!

Chapter 734 178. Try your best!

Have you ever seen this scene in your hazy, tangled dreams?

My dark brown-haired king, have you ever worried? Your dark brown eyes staring into the abyss - when will the real person be reflected?

You are too tired, you are too tired, you should come down, come down, my king.

And your naughty child will take over the empire - become a king like you - or become like him.

It doesn't matter.

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"I feel ominous."

Neos said quietly. He sat in the middle of the long table. Everyone sat around him. The captured emperor spread his hands on the white tablecloth.

"You feel ominous now - your prediction today is a little late, my friend."

Malcador showed a rather innocent expression. The silver-haired boy swung the wine in his hand and mocked the emperor beside him.

[Are you still expecting a Chaos power to suddenly land on Terra, defeat Hades, and then rescue you? ]

Sanguinius said with a smile, holding the wine glass elegantly, and the wine glass was shaking with sticky red like blood.

The archangel took a sip.

[At least Khorne will not come today. ]

Sanguinius spoke directly, he opened his eyes, the bottom of his eyes were blood red, and vertical pupils like vampires appeared in his eyes.

[Nurgle will not come either. ]

The voice of the Pale Lord sounded faintly, and Mortarion rarely took off his gas mask. His pale face reflected the luster of insect armor, and his mouth was more like a crack of camouflage. The real feeding device was at the neck.

As Mortarion spoke, he played with the dirty wine bottle in his hand.

[……]

[Wait? What are you looking at me for? ! 】

Magnus suddenly shouted, the eyes of the primarchs made him feel uncomfortable, but the implicit meaning made Magnus feel hot all over,

[I-how do I know about the Lord of Change! 】

"Tzeentch will not come."

This sentence was said by Hades, the reason is very simple, Trazyn told him-and Trazyn knew Orikan.

Since the fall of Slaanesh, Tzeentch has been missing.

The primarchs have said all the words to sabotage, and Neos can only sigh deeply.

He can't always expect the greenskins to save him-he is not Hades.

The Emperor felt the gazes of the primarchs. Once upon a time, he stood on the high platform, and his descendants admired him. Now, everything has changed.

This is growth, this is change.

The monarch, the minister, the father and the son, the change of power is accompanied by violence, and patricide will always be an eternal topic for the descendants, but the Emperor chose a euphemistic way.

Neos felt this deeply. Before this, he had only watched other people's families. He himself had never realized this so deeply, because no offspring had ever reached the level of the Primarchs.

He usually just stood there, or left directly.

Neos sighed again. He sighed a lot today. The Emperor rarely felt melancholy, for the freedom he almost had.

He felt a little powerless, a little lost, a little unable to retreat, and some... could not be saved.

Neos lowered his head, and the golden light beside him disappeared. He didn't want to pretend anymore, not to mention that using psychic power in the underworld was a loss-making thing.

His dark brown hair was scattered over his shoulders and waist, and his ordinary brown eyes were lowered on his wheat-colored skin.

The Emperor drank a sip of Hardy's special coffee in silence.

He stared at the dark brown liquid surface of the coffee, and the Emperor saw his face, an ordinary face.

Neos raised his eyes again, and the halo on the dining table sprinkled down, illuminating his ordinary but sharp eyebrows.

He looked at everyone at the table.

The insect-like Mortarion's eyes burned with rebellious flames; the bloody Sanguinius's eyes flashed with disappointment and anger; the restrained Angron's eyes were dull, and no trace of thoughts could be seen;

Magnus's eyes quickly moved away when he met the Lord of Mankind, hesitating and not daring to speak; Conrad's eyes were still playful - the fire that the Emperor just burned should have burned more fiercely; Corax flashed with a restrained light;

Fenus's eyes had long been replaced by flames; Vulcan's fire eyes began to moisten;

Malcador and Orr had a gloating expression, but if you look closely, you can see a trace of grief in them, an era will eventually end.

The eyes of Hades... Neos was too lazy to look at Hades, he didn't want to make himself suffer.

During this time, only Robert Guilliman's eyes flashed with a light that Neos was familiar with. The blue regent had a serious expression and did not despise Neos like the other sons - treating the Emperor's words as lies and nonsense.

Neos spread his hands and showed everyone his empty chest without any concealment.

"Give me a chance to speak."

The man said calmly, and then he spoke.

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I realized that humans needed a king.

At that time, I was half-kneeling on the ground, my muddy hands were rubbing my father's skull, and I saw his empty eye sockets staring at me - he died, died on the earth, died among the ignorant and busy villagers, and died in front of his brother with a knife.

But it was his death that brought me enlightenment.

This was an enlightenment that allowed me to see the truth, the truth of the human race - telling me what is human, what is justice, and what is the eternal prosperity of the race.

I realized that humans need a king.

Humans, a race that evolved from apes in the jungle, are absurd and noisy, noisy and ignorant.

Humans are very fragile.

Before the mechanical and genetic modification of the human body, humans were such a fragile existence. Fire would burn him, ice and snow would freeze him, and slightly sharp hard objects could tear his skin and make him bleed; he would be hungry and thirsty; physiologically he needed oxygen, and spiritually he needed his own kind; how fragile humans are - a not-so-great fall is enough to kill him.

Humans are very small.

When I looked up at the starry sky, I saw ancient civilizations sleeping in coffins with planets as their coffins. The cold light flashing in their sleep revealed the technology that could change the galaxy; I saw tall creatures occupying many galaxies, playing with seemingly endless resources in the carnival.

I saw the greenskins who loved war and could develop rapidly in a short period of time; I saw the Randan who enslaved many civilizations, and under their tentacles, the slave races they controlled were much stronger than the human race at that time.

That night, the night my father died, I saw too much.

Even if I stand in front of you now, a battle-hardened man standing in front of you, it is difficult for me to accurately and comprehensively describe my feelings at that time. Even if I have read all the human classics, I cannot find any text that can describe my trembling at that time.

Humans are too small.

But I don’t feel despair and fear for this - what really makes me unable to sleep is the truth behind another dimension. The huge, greedy, purely malicious entities are looking at my race. I can feel their eyes like the barbed tongues of wild beasts, licking the souls of the human race.

Compared with them, compared with the endless foreign races in the galaxy, compared with the huge malice behind another dimension, my race, the race that raised me and gave me eyes and hands, is so small and insignificant.

How should I understand and accept all this?

*Silence.

*I was silent for a moment. I felt a little dry in my mouth. Although I didn't feel it, my spirit and soul told me so, so I took a sip of the coffee Hades gave me.

*Not good.

*Then in an anxious silence, I spoke again.

*The white light sprinkled on my eyelashes, making them seem to be covered with snow.

I can tell you with a smile now that those beings should submit to the human race.

But I couldn't do it at that time.

I was still small enough, immature enough, and green enough to distinguish between reality and illusion, the past and the future, life and death, right and wrong.

I was just a child who had just lost his father.

Although I succeeded in avenging him, I easily stopped my enemy's heartbeat and pulse, but I dared not look up at the starry sky again - there were too many beings on it, which was enough to crush my spirit at that time.

I think it is not difficult to understand that when some of my people were still struggling in the mud and running on the grassland like wild animals, I was forced to witness the real civilization.

*Silence, followed by a chuckle.

*Nyos shook his head in self-mockery, with a smile on his lips.

*No one could understand the mood of the Lord of Humanity at that time. Except for him, probably no one in the human race could maintain a firm self-identity after witnessing those things.

*The soldiers holding swords faced guns for the first time; the soldiers in the trenches faced the "water tank" for the first time; in the sprint, the muzzle of a heavy machine gun looked at you.

*This kind of despair is probably the same.

Therefore, humans need a king.

A king, pull the human race out of the quagmire of ignorance and backwardness, tell them what civilization is, teach them what technology is, use a vague image to plant morality in their hearts that are originally the same as beasts, and let a sharp sword set laws in their fragile and changeable society;

The human race needs a leader, a leader, a martyr, a father, a monarch, to lead them out of Terra and lead them to the sky.

So I have been trying.

In the dust of ancient Rome, underground by the Sea of Galilee; among the civilian students who come to study with meat jerky in their hands, beside the steps of white marble columns; in noisy and dirty bars; in the streets full of violence and chaos; in the humid rainforest;

I appear in the corners of history, trying to change the historical trajectory of the human race again and again.

Sometimes, I feel decadent because of failure, I will disappear, away from the sight of the crowd-but most of the time, I have been acting, learning, and practicing.

But what makes me extremely happy is that humans are small, but they are also great. Fools and wise men appear at the same time, stars rise and illuminate the night. In the twists and turns, in the winding, humans have never stopped their progress.

This is enough to make me ecstatic - I think I have never let down humans, and humans have never let me down.

So I was able to steal half a day of leisure.

In the years when humans were thriving, I learned too much from my own race. Sometimes I let myself wander in the carnival, or bury myself in the books in the dilapidated building, but no matter how, no matter where, in my heart, I often glimpse those eyes.

I always worry about them, I try to guard against them - but their size is much more magnificent than I imagined.

And the human race also showed some signs that made me uneasy at this moment. Prosperity brings arrogance, arrogance brings arrogance, and arrogance brings danger.

Going back to what I said before, humans are too fragile.

So humans chose to let their creations carry the burden for them. This was great at first, but it made me feel more and more sad.

I have seen too many tragedies stemming from replacement, the strong overthrowing the weak, and the powerful chess pieces eating the weak chess pieces. If a ruler is weaker than his enslaver, then the seeds of tragedy are quietly planted.

I tried to change, but it was too late.

This is the sin and laziness of the entire human race - it cannot be shaken by a specific person. This is the original sin engraved in the flawed genes of humans, and I cannot escape it.

They also looked at humans at this moment, raised the sickle for harvest, and I watched my extremely prosperous population collapse overnight, leaving only a pile of debris.

At that time, I wondered if the human race would end here - just like the countless races I had seen, they rose, they prospered, they fell, and they died.

The inevitable end was extinction.

*I stopped talking again and blinked. I felt the restlessness and a little grief among the primarchs. Good, they listened.

*I looked at Malcador and smiled. I tried to shake his hand, but was avoided.

*Malcador obviously didn't buy my words. The boy rolled his eyes at me, and I responded with a hidden smile.

*It doesn't matter. His decision-making power is not great.

I thought about facing it, I thought about leaving, but looking at such a broken kingdom, I hesitated.

I knew what I would face if I took that step.

I saw the Dark Lord who lost control and sacrificed the entire human race; I saw the ashes and debris left behind after his heirs fought each other; I saw the skulls struggling on the Golden Throne; I saw many, many deaths.

I saw many people who would die painfully because of me, I saw many people who would live a sad and short life because of me, I saw people no longer being human, but becoming something lesser - this galaxy is cruel and dirty.

But in the end I was persuaded, and I made up my mind.

*All the Primarchs saw the smile that Neos gave Malcador. Mortarion sneered, but other Primarchs, such as Guilliman, looked serious and solemn.

So I acted - with unparalleled determination.

But I was far from enough to face them alone.

* Neos stopped, his expression became gentle, peaceful, and he seemed to recall some ancient and beautiful memories, which made his edges disappear.

I need powerful helpers. One is not enough. I need them to be strong, wise, and loyal—loyal to me and to humanity.

* Neos' smile became even warmer, and he looked at the Primarchs present.

So there are you.

I am extremely, extremely pleased to see you turn the tide and rebuild the empire.

* I calmed down again, my eyes were wet, and my expression was moving enough.

But I am also sorry that I can't take a good look at each of you.

* I said, my arrow is already on the string, and now I am ready to shoot.