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

Chapter 736 180. The Final Kill

Malcador knew he was doomed.

No one could refuse the Emperor, and no Primarch would refuse a Lord of Mankind who was speaking his mind.

Every word of the Lord of Mankind was true, and you knew it was true. You looked at his slightly tangled long hair, the earnestness and starlight in his eyes, and your heart was so shaken.

But your reason was shouting in the swaying storm, and the shouting penetrated the storm, telling you——

Nyos just wanted to run away.

He said so, and his ultimate goal was just to escape, adding burden to your next work.

So you knew he couldn't leave.

But you were so shaken.

Malcador took a deep breath and told himself that he must not waver in his position. The young man glanced at the Primarchs calmly——

Unfortunately, among the Primarchs, it seemed that only Mortarion still maintained an absolutely firm position, and Hades remained calm on the surface, but Malcador knew that Hades would not let the old man run away.

The Magic Patterner sighed tiredly. At this time, the good virtue of "stubbornness" was reflected. Mortarion's stubbornness made him the most determined one.

[Yes,]

The Pale Lord spoke first,

[You are a bastard - so I am not going to let you go. I have arranged a work list for you. In a standard Terra week, you are allowed to rest for seven hours, and then you will work or fight, whatever you choose. ]

Finus coughed, but it was Magnus who spoke first. Magnus spoke weakly, but he was the first to oppose Mortarion,

[We should not be so harsh... maybe we can be more lenient... ]

Under Mortarion's death gaze, Magnus's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

Magnus sat back and decided to shut up. The Red King opened his hand and signaled him to shut up.

[I never thought your pain was so deep,]

A deep voice sounded, and the Lord of Fire Dragons' burning eyes sparkled with crystals. The tall and strong Vulkan looked at the Lord of Humanity with a sincere voice,

[I feel ashamed for my previous opinion of you - I didn't understand your arrangement for the Primarchs...]

Vulkan was silent for a moment, but there was entanglement and hesitation in his tone,

[No, I still can't understand your cruel arrangement for your offspring. I may not forgive you for this - but I will change my previous opinion.]

Vulkan sighed, this is for his suffering brothers, and for the suffering of the Lord of Humanity. The merciful Primarch felt pain, and he would rather inflict such torture on himself.

Malcador saw the smile at the corner of the Emperor's mouth widen, this is really not good.

Then Vulkan looked at Mortarion,

[I know your hatred for him - I don't ask you to forgive him, but I just hope...]

Vulkan was silent for a moment, and then spoke again,

[At least give him more freedom. ]

The Emperor's forced smile disappeared again.

Mortarion sneered,

[I'll consider it, then seven hours and seven seconds. ]

There was a burst of laughter, it was Conrad who laughed.

[This joke is too cold, I can't laugh. ]

Angron interrupted silently, he took a sip of warm water in his mug, and silently watched Corax use violence to shut Conrad up.

A long sigh suddenly sounded.

Neos spread his hands,

"Even so, you still don't want me to leave? My children, in fact, after distributing my power to you, I have lost most of my power and wisdom - even if I want to, objectively I can't continue to take on the heavy responsibility."

[You can go to the battlefield and do whatever you want, but you can't leave. 】

Sanguinius interrupted, the Archangel shed tears of blood, his face bitter,

[Leave... to find Horus, right? 】

Nyos was calm on the surface, he spoke without hesitation,

"Or spend more time with you."

Malcador immediately laughed strangely and pointed at Neos,

"Do you really believe what he said?!"

[Why... can't...]

Magnus's weak voice sounded, this time not only Magnus, but also Corax cast a frowning look at Malcador, Finus shook his head gently, and Guilliman coughed.

There is a kind of beauty that has not been severely deceived by the Emperor.

Malcador commented sharply in his heart.

"And, my children."

Nyos continued calmly. Seeing that most of the primarchs wanted him to stay and work, the only difference was whether he worked less or more, Neos decided to put pressure on the primarchs.

"I don't think you can keep an eye on me all the time, a person who is determined to leave - I don't think you can imprison me."

This is the core of the problem. The Lord of Mankind knows that the primarchs will always give him a chance to escape. He can wait patiently. The only difference is that it will be more troublesome to return to Terra in the future, but this is not worth mentioning in the face of true freedom.

[I will always keep an eye on you. ]

A hoarse voice like a ghost sounded, and Mortarion stared at Neos with a look as if he was looking at a dead person, as if he knew for the first time that this old guy was so shameless.

[There will always be a way, psychic power, contract, technology... Neos... You are underestimating your offspring. ]

Mortarion's threat made the Emperor want to laugh, but he held back. He just looked at Mortarion kindly, telling him with his expression that this was not realistic.

[So, Hades, can you try to use the Black Domain to track the Emperor? 】

Guilliman, who had been silent since his entrance, suddenly spoke. Out of respect, he chose to use Hades' real name, but this made him a little dizzy. He should have left more power for himself.

"Theoretically yes."

Hades said this, he has been thinking about this issue,

"But I think the Emperor has a way of misleading me, so my answer is that I can't keep an eye on him. If the time is right, Neos will probably just leave."

Neos can hide his psychic powers, or leave a large part to mislead Hades. Hades is also very convinced that Neos' psychic powers can be disguised as the souls of ordinary people - he has seen Neos with his own eyes. Use this trick.

Guilliman's expression was serious, as if he was thinking. He turned to look at Mortarion again.

[Mortarion, are you absolutely sure to keep an eye on our father? Or among all of you, who can completely understand him? 】

This is indeed the core of the problem. No one can really lock up Neos, let alone hold his head down and let him work.

There was silence on the table for a while, and the long silence made the smile on the corner of Neos's mouth get bigger and bigger. Mortarion looked almost crazy, and his ferocious eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

Guilliman sighed again and spread his hands helplessly.

【I understand. 】

[In other words, with Pluto's assistance, perhaps we can defeat the Lord of Humanity now, but we are not yet able to build an effective custody environment. 】

Guilliman concluded, his brows making him look rather speechless,

[I don’t think we can force our father to work unless we use words to sway our father so that he truly changes his mind and continues to serve the Empire. 】

Hades heard Mortarion curse Barbarus under his breath.

[But I don’t think any of us can convince the Lord of Mankind. 】

Guilliman continued, looking at everyone, opening his hands,

[Or are you willing to try? 】

Hades saw Vulkan open his mouth, but Feinus beside Vulcan shook his head at him, so Vulcan was silent, and Conrad stabbed Corax with his claws, signaling to the raven Shut up.

【So! 】

Guilliman took a deep breath, and the Regent stood up abruptly, his expression between helpless and speechless.

[Then let’s discuss the power arrangements after the emperor leaves——]

He looked at Neos with a serious expression,

[No matter how deep the hatred and misunderstanding between us is, we can at least agree on one point, that is, the empire must continue to move forward. 】

Neos could almost be said to be proud now. A smile of victory hung on his lips. The primarchs shot at him, almost killing him, but Neos ignored them.

[Just like that, let him go? 】

Mortarion said word by word, but Guilliman looked at him expressionlessly,

[Or you have better suggestions, Pale Lord. 】

Hades watched as Mortarion crushed his gauntlet to pieces.

Mortarion had never been so angry. Faced with the unchangeable fact, he wanted to smash the bottle of wine on Neos' head immediately.

He hated his weakness so much that he could not keep an eye on Nios all the time, imprisoning him, forcing him to work, and forcing him to struggle between painful documents.

[Okay, okay, okay. 】

Mortarion said heavily, breathing rapidly,

[Let’s fight again, Neos. 】

Guilliman sighed, and as if by magic, he pulled out a stack of documents out of thin air. He stood behind Neos, his hands on the corners of his chair.

[Let’s discuss the details. 】

[Wait a minute, you’ve already drawn up an agreement? ! 】

Angron asked, pointing at Guilliman in disbelief, and Guilliman shrugged.

[I was late for a while on the way here because I was discussing the possible agreement with Fernus. 】

【? ! ! 】

"calm!"

Hades suddenly stopped Mortarion's flying fist, and Pluto stared at Guilliman in confusion——

Is Guilliman really such a person? It seems true.

But... Hades stared at Guilliman in confusion. Because of the Black Realm, the psychic perspective of the psyker was all darkness.

Therefore, only Hades saw the extremely large and dazzling psychic energy behind Guilliman - as if waiting for some moment.

"Don't fight here. When we get out, I will declare war with you."

Hades said, temporarily trying to persuade Mortarion, but Mortarion was completely silent. He fell down and sat down, feeling sulky alone in the white mist.

……………………

[I don’t know how long it will take]

Conrad and Corax were playing card games with cups in the kitchen, while Magnus watched from the side.

Angron was cooking desserts by himself. The Lord of Red Sand was bending over and decorating cupcakes. Behind him, Malcador and Orr were chatting with each other while holding the desserts made by the Lord of Red Sand.

Neos, Guilliman, Sanguinius, and Faenus were sitting around a long table discussing. The paper contracts transformed by Guilliman's psychic energy extended from the table to the ground, and were densely spread out to the kitchen door.

Vulkan stood beside Feinus, not talking or discussing, just watching.

Mortarion was still sulking in his place, and white smoke piled up on the ceiling, almost making people think that there was a fire in the kitchen. Hades, who was snoring, was leaning next to the sulking Mortarion, sleeping soundly.

[Then, that’s about it. Give me a few minutes and I’ll go find other people to explain—and borrow their psychic powers to make an oath later. 】

Guilliman said, and Sanguinius and Faenus nodded. Fainus still struggled with Neos on the management of the Custodes, but Guilliman and Sanguinius thought this was irrelevant, so Faenus was still negotiating with the Emperor, while Guilliman went to find others with the contracts he had drawn up.

【Friends,】

Guilliman walked to the kitchen door and shouted, and everyone looked over.

[Oh, you lost. 】

Konrad pointed at the collapsed mountain of cups, but Corax, who was holding the extracted cup, gave him a glare, signaling that Konrad respected Guilliman.

Curze shrugged helplessly and decided to keep quiet for the next five minutes. After five minutes, if Guilliman was still stating his long and smelly treaty, he would scream Angron's cupcakes. Hit Guilliman in the face.

[I know you are unwilling to listen to the details, so the final result is that the emperor will pass the throne to me in a nominal sense - I know what you want to ask, this is only in a nominal sense, in order to prevent political chaos in the empire, With this title, I will form a direct parliament, with all decision-making powers vested in the parliament. 】

Curze decided to give up on his decision.

【ah! Great King Guilliman! 】

he shouted, raising his hands dramatically,

[You finally stopped pretending? A careerist in the Five Hundred Worlds? 】

Guilliman stared directly at Curze. At one point, Curze felt frightened for a moment. Guilliman's eyes were a little too inhuman.

【The reason for this result is that】

Guilliman said slowly, word by word, with a horrified expression,

[No one wants to be the nominal supreme leader of this empire. 】

Of course Sanguinius wouldn't, Mortarion? Forget it, the empire needs a positive image in the traditional sense. As for Hades...

Guilliman wanted to admit that he was the best candidate, but unfortunately the Black Realm restricted the location of Hades.

The supreme leader of the Imperium needs to have some subspace significance, because this represents some kind of soul asylum, not soul draining.

You can't let a guy who eats human souls become the first leader. The leadership of the empire has subspace significance. If Hades becomes the leader, then all human souls will slowly tend to him-until he eats all human souls.

At least the subspace meaning of Hades is that only souls who believe in Hades will be inhaled.

Malcador sneered and raised the dessert in his hand like a wine glass.

"Congratulations, Guilliman, I knew it would be you."

【I am in a very bad mood now. 】

Guilliman said, his serious expression was indeed a bit scary, his eyes were like the rolling sea, making it impossible for people to see clearly the monsters under the sea.

[Makado, I hope I won’t catch your next mistake. 】

Malcador laughed like a cough. The boy seemed to have heard something funny, and even tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"I'm looking forward to it - and my neck is indeed still aching. This is your growth, and I should sincerely bless you."

【I wish I could not accept your blessing,】

Guilliman shook his head and held out a hand.

[If you have no objections, give me a part of your spiritual power, which is related to the next oath - I know that our spiritual power cannot make the emperor abide by all, but at least it will make him pay the price after breaking the contract. 】

"Listen to the orders of the great Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds."

Malcador bowed exaggeratedly and was the first to step forward without hesitation. His psychic energy lit up, and Guilliman's demeanor changed slightly.

Without any hesitation, Malcador gave all his psychic powers to Guilliman.

"It's up to you."

Macado made a gesture with his mouth, and then retreated easily.

With Malcador proofing, things became a lot easier. Angron patted Guilliman on the shoulder and told Guilliman not to be too stressed. Corax solemnly shook hands with Guilliman and promised him to do it. They also tried the holographic game together for the first time. Magnus said some comforting nonsense, and Konrad spat at Guilliman, and was then knocked to the ground by Corax and Angron and beaten.

So Guilliman walked back, Sanguinius gave him the blood with a complicated expression, Vulkan gave him a passionate hug, and Faenus said to him earnestly, come on.

And then...

Guilliman turned around and looked at Mortarion, who had been silent.

At this moment, Robert Guilliman has become even bigger and more magnificent. Because of the influence of his authority [power], he is almost like the king that everyone dreams of. He is just one step away from being able to live up to his name. .

As long as he takes this step, the truly crowned king can gain unimaginable power. The warp opens to him and promises the vision of a new demigod.

Mortarion remained motionless.

Guilliman sighed, his brows showing fatigue and apology.

[I'm sorry. I know you are extremely dissatisfied, Mortarion. 】

Guilliman wanted to say something else, but the words now paled in front of Mortarion,

Guilliman's mouth moved, and finally, he stood up straight and stretched out his hand towards Mortarion, the light in his eyes shining.

[Will you trust me for once, Mortarion? 】

Robert Guilliman said, before Mortarion responded, Hades, who was leaning next to him and snoring, suddenly slipped out and woke up.

"Huh? Huh?! What happened?!"

Hades asked blankly, but at this moment Mortarion moved. He held Guilliman's hand, his eyes cold under the hood.

【Go. 】

The Pale Lord said coldly, letting go of his hand. Robert Guilliman was the destined king. He was in charge of [power] and [reason]. It was time for him to wear the crown.

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief silently, but his heart was hanging again. He hoped that he would succeed - after all, he had never had any talent in psychic abilities before.

He walked up to the Emperor. The last piece of paper was scattered in front of the Emperor, and his true name had already been signed in gold. Guilliman strode over, picked up a quill at random, and signed the name of his adoptive parents. name.

【bring it on. 】

Robert Guilliman said. He watched the Emperor stand up with a smile and push away his chair. He had nothing to say. At this moment, Guilliman did not need any complicated rituals. They only needed a simple process. Then he Then he can do what he really wants to do.

This is the first time he has made such a sacrifice.

Behind the long table, Robert Guilliman half-knelt before the Lord of Mankind.

Nios, who had been smiling and dreaming about the future, finally turned serious. He didn't say anything and just looked at Robert.

Then, the golden light ignited, and the emperor stretched out his hand and took off his laurel crown from his head. It was not a real crown, but it was enough. This was a process.

He then bestowed the crown of emerald leaves on Robert Guilliman.

The dazzling golden light lights up! Robert Guilliman stood up slowly. His blond hair was as dazzling as the midday sun, and his eyes seemed to reflect the endless sea surface. This was a historic moment——

Despite the sloppiness and absurdity of the scene, Curze in the kitchen had already prepared a new round of drawing cups.

Neos finally couldn't help but smile. He looked at Robert Guilliman. He was so satisfied, so happy, and the Emperor in a good mood was waiting for Guilliman to make his speech - as a reward for his good heir, He could wait a few more minutes before running away.

He looked at Guilliman silently, and Guilliman looked at him silently.

Around them, the primarchs who didn't know how to speak, whether to congratulate or express condolences, were also silent.

Guilliman stretched out his hand, condensed his spiritual energy, and pulled out a stack of agreements from the void!

[Now, sign this, my people. 】

Emperor Robert Guilliman spoke to the human citizen Neos.

Then, under Neos's unbelievably shocked gaze, the Lord of Humanity's hand automatically stretched toward the pen without any control!

"???!!!!"

[I thought about it for a long time,]

Robert Guilliman said, feeling his psychic energy ignite against the overwhelming backlash.

[In the end, I think the only anchor that can restrain you is your "human" identity, but you are the lord of mankind and the king of the empire, so you avoid this risk. 】

Humanity, this is the most stable and easiest point for the Emperor to be anchored!

[But now you are not. 】

Robert Guilliman smiled sincerely, it was worth it, everything was worth it, he had to bear this responsibility and title, but it was worth it.

[In addition, just like Mortarion has the ability to kill people,]

Guilliman opened his hand, and at this moment, he looked like a real demon in Neos's eyes.

[Just now, my awakened ability is to make people work unconditionally - because I am the nominal king of the empire. 】

Robert Guilliman said words that made everyone present tremble.

[Sign it,]

said Robert Guilliman, who thoughtfully pointed out the words on the paper to the Emperor,

[Look, you have half an hour of rest every day. 】

Mortarion couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

He fell off his chair with laughter, shaking all over.