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

Chapter 737 181. Let's prepare for dinner

No. 13, the 13th son, the Lord of Ultramar, the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, the Son of Vengeance, the Fire of Reason, the Lord of Power, the former Regent of the Empire, the current Honorary King of the Empire——

Robert Guilliman.

His curly golden short hair was as shiny as gold, and the tender green of the emerald laurel wreath sprouted between the slightly tough golden hair. The golden silk shone without light, but it was still not as bright as the eyes between the deep eye sockets. Above the boundless and all-embracing vast ocean, the blazing sun at noon was reflected.

[I hate Robert Guilliman, but sometimes, I will admit his excellence... I choose to forgive his previous mistakes. ]

Motarion commented.

Guilliman's nose was as straight as a marble sculpture, and his thin lips were always tightly pursed because of contemplation. The gold and blue silk were draped over his shoulders, and the silk and thread were intertwined, together surrounding their true king.

[I always trust our brother Robert. It was he who supported this behemoth when the Empire was in danger. Without Robert Guilliman, people would find it difficult to face the piles of government affairs in the Empire. ]

Archangel Sanguinius commented.

Gold and gems cast into glory, the "U"-shaped emblem flashed on his chest, and a layer of light golden flames burned on his sword "Sword of the Emperor". This was originally a weapon given to Guilliman by the Lord of Mankind, but now, this sword has completely surrendered to the current master of the Empire.

"...Guilliman...it's him...I guessed it right, hehehe..."

Malcador sneered.

The real king turned his head, he looked at his father so sincerely and seriously,

[I hope we get along well in the future, father. ]

Robert Guilliman said, he stretched out his hand to the Lord of Mankind, and Neos knocked away Guilliman's outstretched hand.

"! ——!"

This is the silenced Emperor.

"Ahahahaha, so we'll eat first after we're done? I'm hungry."

This is because the primarchs are all in his domain, and Hades is quite hungry.

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Noisy.

Hades, Mortarion and Sanguinius are playing cards. The Archangel with traces of blood and tears on his face is obviously much more relaxed. Now he is talking and laughing with Hades and Mortarion.

They talked about the Emperor's tragic defeat and how to use the second-in-command of their own legion to pay off the public debt, and then started chatting, chatting casually, talking about anything, at least now they are happy to talk about anything.

Sanguinius caught Mortarion cheating three times by the way. The Archangel suspected that Hades, who must win two out of three games, also cheated, but unfortunately, he did not catch any evidence.

Next to the three people playing cards, Malcador and Orr, who were sandwiched with cheese, were mocking the Emperor.

Malcador also took the opportunity to criticize Hades or Mortarion for playing bad cards while mocking Neos.

The Emperor looked quite bleak, and he looked like he had lost all color.

Guilliman's trick was so direct, without any extra frills.

The Emperor was a human, and Guilliman's ability was to manage humans - well, the argument was over.

Unless Neos gave up his human identity, or Guilliman gave up his nominal kingship of the Empire, the psychic power would remain in effect.

The Emperor had also thought about forcibly tearing up the agreement, but unfortunately, he had just dispersed his power, and Guilliman had poured too much psychic power into it.

The overall situation was set.

What made Neos even more sad was that with the help of Finus's Nirvana system, Guilliman successfully found all 130,674 hidden vacation spots prepared by the Emperor.

This is a manifestation of determination - Guilliman will not let him go.

With such a cruel ending, Neos showed an extremely sad expression for the first time, and the Primarchs who saw the Emperor's expression realized that -

Compared with now, the Emperor's speech to them just now may not have been very sincere.

Not long ago, Neos wanted to struggle again, but it was obvious that the Primarchs were already celebrating. Angron was the first to rush out of the kitchen, with flour still on his fingers. The Lord of Red Sand directly hugged Guilliman who had not yet reacted -

and threw him high into the sky to cheer.

Guilliman still held the contract with the Emperor tightly in his hand.

Then Hades also rushed over, forming a tacit partnership with Angron. Guilliman, who had just landed, was thrown up again. In the whistling wind, Guilliman heard the shouts of the Primarchs below,

[Guilliman! Guilliman!!! 】

Then Vulkan came, and then Sanguinius, who was pursing his lips to suppress his smile. Mortarion got up from the ground, ran over and gave the eclipsed Emperor a middle finger, and then joined the large group of people who threw Guilliman.

[Guilliman!!! Great Guilliman!!!]

Guilliman! Great Guilliman! Force the Emperor to work! Selfless Guilliman!

This was an extremely great step. To some extent, it represented that they "snatched" the real power from the Emperor - instead of "giving" it to them with Neos's false forgiveness.

Although the Primarchs who still had reason were still afraid of Guilliman's words "Whoever I want to work will work", it was obviously worth celebrating now, not running away.

On the other hand, no one knew how to get out, and Hades obviously didn't intend to let them out directly.

The scene was chaotic for a while. After all, there were more than a dozen energetic adult men here. Then someone shouted, probably Hades who had been calling him hungry——

So they decided to finish the dinner and celebrate today's great scene before leaving.

Hades, who has no sense of taste, is banned from cooking, and Mortarion, who seems to be able to prepare poisonous things, is also banned. As for Sanguinius?

The Primarchs generally had a somewhat distant respect for him, so the Archangel decided to go out and play cards with Mortarion and Hades.

Robert Guilliman, the hero of the dinner, did not cook either. He is still sitting on the long table and has already entered into working mode. The mechanically ascended Faenus is assisting the greatness! Guilliman's office——

Official duties are always endless.

In the kitchen, Vulcan took out bread from the oven that looked like some kind of wild black rock with his bare hands. The bread was fluffy and exuding heat, and cracked due to baking. The cracks were bright red, as if flowing. Lava volcanic land.

Corax covered his mouth and stared thoughtfully at what Conrad was placing on the plate——

It looked like something that was made by twisting off a person's forearms and legs, and then impaling them on a sharp thorn. The holes in the suspected humanoid head, the mouth and eyes were painfully open. .

【This cannot be a human being. 】

said Corax, and Conrad said casually,

[Of course this cannot be a human being. 】

It is worth mentioning that the Primarchs can take out any ingredients they want from the kitchen refrigerator - although these ingredients seem to be stained with some psychic energy, they appear to be cooked normally.

The thick soup cooked by Corax was still gurgling in the big pot. It was said to be soup, but it looked more like the food had been stewed. Corax added a lot of meat, flour, salt, and oil to make this soup. In a common sense, pot soup is heavy in oil and salt, and is rich in protein and carbohydrates.

Compared with the food of his brothers, the cooking made by Corax was rougher. Perhaps today's rare reunion inspired some memories of the original body.

On the other side, Magnus was putting a plate on a grilled fish. The grilled fish had been marinated in honey and spices in advance, and now its skin was showing a certain appetizing light red color, and Magnus Si was trying to make the small orange-red fruits placed next to the grilled fish form a horoscope omen.

[Half an hour—Guilliman should be more lenient. 】

Magnus said, his tone hesitant, while Angron, who was filling the cake with jam beside him, didn't even raise his head.

[That’s the Guilliman you haven’t seen back then. 】

Angron said casually that the Lord of Red Sand decided to give people some surprises. He will ensure that the appearance of these batches of cakes is completely the same. The smell, taste, psychic ability, and physics cannot be observed by people to determine the taste of the filling inside.

The fillings won't all be delicious, Angron promises - just like life, there's bitterness and sweetness.

[At the beginning, during our busiest days, Guilliman only rested for 15 minutes on average every day - more often, he just lay on the table for 5 minutes, and then asked the Honor Guard to take down a stack of official documents. 】

[At that time, I was seriously worried about whether Guilliman would die suddenly. 】

Angron smiled helplessly and mixed Mortarion's poisonous wine into the next insect leg-flavored stuffing.

He beat the sauce that smelled slightly of death into it, and then used ordinary white butter to draw a uniform smiling face on the small cake.

No matter who will eat what, but before eating, people will be looking forward to it.

Angron thought happily, and Magnus exclaimed.

【15 minutes? ! 】

During his most intense periods of research, Magnus spent weeks without sleep - but that was because he loved it.

As for the official document... Magnus shuddered.

[I believe he did forgive. 】

Magnus coughed.

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"Seeing you in pain, dear friend."

Macado smiled and said that he had already begun to eat melon seeds without any image.

"I'm really relieved."

However, Nios just crossed his hands to cover the lower half of his face and stared at him with a gloomy expression.

"Be more open-minded."

Malcador sneered,

"I don't think Guilliman is as ruthless as he lets on."

[Half an hour. 】

Mortarion, who was playing cards next to him, interrupted in time and played the [Jester Card] in his hand.

【Hahaha. 】

Mortarion taunted, and Neos' expression worsened.

[I think we should at least maintain a semblance of harmony. 】

Guilliman stood up slowly. He rubbed his neck, put down the pen in his hand, and walked towards the trio playing cards. In fact, he wanted to talk to the emperor.

[I sympathize with your situation,]

Guilliman spoke to the Emperor as he sat down, looking very much like a son having a serious heart-to-heart talk with his father, but his words were still cold and heartless.

[But changes are impossible - my advice to you is to concentrate on your work. Depending on your work attitude, your rest time will be extended. 】

"I never thought it was you."

Neos looked at Guilliman sadly. Guilliman was frightened by the gaze of the Lord of Mankind and could only sigh,

[I don’t wish it was me, but obviously we’ve all come to this point – I just want people to do their job, that’s all. 】

[When the empire is healthy, people can naturally retire. 】

Guilliman said, "retirement" is such a distant and luxurious word. How long has it been since he dreamed of touching it?

During his busiest years, Robert Guilliman prayed from the bottom of his heart, hoping that he could sleep 2 minutes more every day, 2 minutes, 2 minutes would be enough. 17 minutes is not such an arrogant number, but in fact, he would wake up every time after 5 seconds of oversleeping.

If there were 30 minutes of sleep every day, for Robert Guilliman, it would be a beautiful paradise that he dared not even think about.

Therefore, when Mortarion mentioned seven hours, Guilliman frowned silently in his heart.

He didn't understand why the Pale Lord was so loud and so little, nor did he understand why Mortarion, who had the most resolute attitude, was so kind.

Finally, Robert Guilliman slowly realized that he had squeezed himself too hard before.

Ha.

After successfully realizing this, Guilliman once again broke through a new realm in his mind. He had reached the state of perfection - it was time to let these idle ministers go to work.

Guilliman had already grasped the power of immortality. Whoever he wanted to work had to work.

"I could have retired now."

Neos choked back, and Guilliman smiled helplessly,

[I will relax some authority, father, you should stay and work with your offspring more, I think this will also be good for you to call back Horus -]

Guilliman glanced at Sanguinius, but Sanguinius just shrugged.

[Don't worry about me.]

The archangel said, playing the [Emperor] card carelessly.

[I only ask you one thing, Guilliman, please don't use your ability on me.]

Guilliman was stunned for a moment, then laughed,

[I will,]

Guilliman said, with golden light flashing in his eyes,

[I will - but perhaps you can recommend your other wise offspring to me. 】

Sanguinius also smiled, he knew he could escape from the sea of ​​danger, even though it was not just - as long as he regularly handed over the document slaves to the document demon.

"It seems that I am the final survivor."

Hades laughed, it's stable now, everything is stable!

Psychic power will never affect him, Guilliman mobilized all the primarchs this time - the official duties assigned to him will definitely be reduced.

Guilliman's expression also showed that he would give Hades a break. Hades felt the Emperor's resentful eyes, and Hades responded to this by grinning.

[I can...]

[I suggest that you take charge of the affairs of the Storm Sector - just like you snatched the Storm Sector from the star map. ]

Guilliman decisively blocked Mortarion's words, and the Pale Lord could only stare blankly, but even though he was so choked by Guilliman, Mortarion still felt that Guilliman was so pleasing to the eye now.

There was no other reason. Mortarion decided to keep himself in a good mood, so he looked at Neos decisively, and the smile returned to the face of the Pale Lord.