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

Chapter 738 182. In the midst of laughter and laughter, after drinking and drinking

We are all here! Celebrating his worst failure yet!

Cheers, friends!

After a good night, see you again!

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For the gods, ghosts, cows and horses that survive in the subspace, this scene will be the scene they least want to witness——

This will be their lifelong nightmare, second only to the mouth of Hades in horror.

In the restaurant that has long been twisted and winding, the empty picture frame looks at the carnival of people. The darkness is pervasive. The world is full of abyss, but this small space is lit with bright lights and laughter.

The paperwork covering the long table has long been removed, replaced by a silver dessert tower. The same smiling cake is smiling sweetly. On the other side, Magnus is yelling at Corax to get out of the way.

Vulcan made some remarks about whether the dinner Conrad had made could be served, and the bat jeered. He insisted on letting people taste his amazing work, but the Lord of the Night could not cross the wide interception of the Lord of the Fire Dragon.

After some consideration, Guilliman also chose to join the kitchen, the master of five hundred worlds——

No, the Lord of the Empire should be taking out some cheese from the "refrigerator" now, ready to let you taste the flavor of Macragge.

Sanguinius was beside him, and the archangel took out a bottle of wine. The liquid was as thick as blood and was shaking between the dark glass bottles.

In the end, the Primarchs failed to prevent Mortarion from entering the kitchen.

Seeing the archangel take out the blood wine, the Pale Lord sneered, and then took out Barbarus's specialty - poisonous wine with filtered insect limbs.

Mortarion has already agreed with Hades that everyone present today must drink a full glass of Barbarus poison wine, otherwise no one will be able to leave.

Drinking the poisonous wine is the glory of the Pale Lord and them, and it is also Mortarion's oath. After drinking this glass of wine, the last drop of the Pale Lord's blood will also be their last drop of blood.

On the other side, Neos sat down in despair. Next to him were Malcador and Orpeson, who were still full of taunts. Hades stood at the side of the dining table with his waist bent, reaching for the dessert tower with a sad smile. cake.

"Now you can live out the second spring, no, the Nth spring, Neos, I believe you will make Terra more beautiful - at least more than Macragge."

Macado said while shaking the wine glass, but when he said this, the boy gave Hades, who was focusing on stuffing small desserts in his mouth, a glare.

[This sentence is not very friendly. 】

Guilliman's voice came from the kitchen, Malcador sneered, the silver-haired boy raised his hand, and three smiling cakes flew over, one for each of them.

Angron stood next to Hades. He was holding a cake that he had taken a bite of. The cross-section showed that the cake should be strawberry-flavored, or blood-flavored.

He was staring intently at Hades chewing. Angron looked a little confused, because there was no special change in Hades's expression, but he clearly remembered that there would be at least a few on each floor that were difficult to be eaten. Acceptable taste.

That is beyond the sense of taste. Some tastes should actually be classified as pain. Angron knew that Hades was not sensitive to taste, but...

Hades, on the other hand, drank the cake like a cow sucking water and ate it to his heart's content.

【How does it taste? 】

Angron said, but glanced towards the Lord of Humanity. He was sure that the one from Neos smelled like insect legs, the one from Malcador smelled like fermented corpses, and the one Or Persson got was more normal. , white rice flavor.

"Eat it carefully."

Hades said inarticulately, followed by an angry yell from the other side of the table.

"What's this?!"

Macado yelled and threw the cake on the table with one hand. The boy cursed and coughed. The little cake with a bite rolled around the table, and finally fell next to Macado's plate, looking at him with a smile. .

"Angron?!"

Malcador roared. He was originally mocking the Lord of Humanity, but he never expected that there was a secret hidden in the dessert of the Lord of Red Sand. But beside him, Neos was gnawing on the cake in a daze, as if he was chewing it raw. A piece of stuff that has no taste whatsoever.

Angron smiled warmly at Malcador,

【Special taste. 】

He said,

[I didn't expect your acceptance range to be so small. I'll pay attention next time, but - maybe you can have a taste of the Emperor's. 】

Malcador frowned. He looked at the Emperor and stretched out his hand. The Lord of Mankind gave Malcador the half-eaten smile cake like a human machine, and then mechanically hit the table with his head, one after another.

Not many people paid him any attention.

"vomit--"

This was the next sound Malcador made, and he fell down from the table.

Malcador, who had given all his psychic powers to Guilliman, did not seem to have the strength to withstand Mortarion's curse.

Angron withdrew his gaze, hiding his merit and fame, and stopped by to receive the dinner plate handed over by his brothers.

【What's wrong? 】

Magnus asked, but Angron just shrugged. He helped the Red King put the grilled fish on the table, and handed Magnus a sand-flavored one.

Yes, Angron likes to make harmless little jokes.

Magnus took the pastry smoothly. Out of trust in his brothers, the Red Lord directly stuffed the pastry into his mouth without thinking, and then his expression suddenly twitched.

【... Very strange taste. 】

Magnus said slowly, holding out his hand to refuse Angron's next pastry,

[No, thank you - one is enough, yes, it tastes okay. ]

[What a pity. ]

Angron said, and then took a bite of the chocolate taste in his hand.

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[Can I change the drink? ]

Guilliman said carefully, with a thoughtful light flashing in his eyes. He sat down in the main seat, with Mortarion and Sanguinius standing on his left and right.

[No. ]

The Pale Lord replied calmly, holding his poisoned wine, gurgling white mist from the bottle, while on the other side, the bottle in the Archangel's hand exuded a strong smell of blood.

[You are the hero of today, you should try both. 】

The Archangel suggested gently, but his hand poured a glass of blood wine for Guilliman without explanation. Mortarion made a dissatisfied sound, but he knew there would be another chance next time, so he turned around and poured wine for Corax.

Raven's eyebrows were tightly knitted together. Before Mortarion finished pouring, Conrad beside Corax shouted, and the Lord of the Night raised his empty glass high,

[I drink red! ]

Conrad shouted, choosing a less painful one from the two tortures for himself, and Mortarion sneered directly. He tolerated Guilliman because Guilliman did a good job, but this did not mean that he tolerated everyone.

[Hades. ]

Mortarion said lightly, and the next moment, Hades, who was desperately eating the pre-dinner dessert, slammed the table and stood up, and the wine glass beside Hades bounced a little.

[Drink! 】

Hades tried his best to swallow the wine in his mouth, and at the same time fulfilled the duty of a force-threatening person. Darkness twisted out from behind him.

[Give it all to him!!!]

[Despicable Mortarion!!!]

Conrad shrank back, but no one could help him. He watched Mortarion take his cup away in a victorious manner, and then a cup of fizzing things returned. Conrad was curious why the cup had not been corroded directly.

On the other side, Guilliman, who was holding the Blood Brew in his hand, coughed awkwardly. As if to ease the embarrassment, the Lord of the Empire took the cup and took a sip——

Guilliman suddenly covered his mouth and coughed, his pupils trembled, and bright red liquid overflowed from his mouth. He looked at Sanguinius in disbelief.

The archangel had already sat back, shaking the red wine in his hand gracefully,

[The taste of anger and desire, how is it? 】

Before Guilliman could speak, Mortarion interrupted directly,

【It is far inferior to forbearance and pain. 】

The Pale Lord retorted that with the help of Hades, all the Primarchs in this circle would taste the flavor of Barbarus. Mortarion had already turned to Hades' side and he calmly filled the cup with the most.

Guilliman swallowed the blood wine silently. He looked at the two people who were somewhat tit-for-tat. With Guilliman as the center, Mortarion sat at the far left end of the long table, and Sanguinius sat at the far right end of the long table, which seemed to be a three-legged tripod.

In the dim light, Hades, who had just sat down again, was smiling and raising his glass to the Lord of Humanity.

But Guilliman knew who would really take on most of the empire's official business at that time.

It doesn't matter. The desk and official business will be summoned as he wishes. The real slave owner in human history has appeared. This is a manifestation of forced labor and represents supreme power.

【I will taste them all. 】

Guilliman ended the dispute with one sentence, and the atmosphere became quiet again. Guilliman felt people's eyes looking at him.

This made Guilliman feel helpless and funny. When the Emperor awarded him the crown just now, not many Primarchs cared about him.

After he really dragged the Lord of Mankind into the water, he, who was evaluated by many Primarchs as [boring], was valued.

Guilliman was not angry about this, he just felt a little funny.

His brothers all had a naive and childish feeling. Perhaps only the Emperor or Hades really didn't care about these. No matter how the war baptized them, Guilliman coughed again and swallowed the fishy taste on his tongue.

He stood up and raised the wine glass in his hand high. The light shone down, illuminating the king like a group of burning candles.

【I thought I would talk a lot, about the Empire, about the future, about... our father. 】

【But when I saw most of us finally sitting together,】

Guilliman paused for a moment, his eyes gleaming with brilliance, the sea surface rippled.

【I think I have nothing more to say, the darkness remains,】

【But we are back. 】

【Cheers for humanity, for the Empire! 】

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Nyos is crying.

To be more precise, the Emperor is crying among the scattered Primarchs lying on the ground.

Except for him and Hades, no one survived, most of them were knocked down by Mortarion or Sanguinius's glass of wine, while Mortarion and Sanguinius were unfortunately knocked down by Angron's secret dessert.

Never ask what Angron put between the two cakes, this may be an unsolved mystery.

In addition, the psychic energy forcefully fed to these Primarchs also made them dizzy. After leaving the Black Space, the psychic energy that backfired instantly caught up with them, making them feel dizzy.

It's like expanding their original soul thousands of times, and then letting them try to fit their soul into their original body again.

In the midst of the mess, Hades stood up slowly, one step after another, stepping over Conrad, who was facing the ground, and past Mortarion's twitching arms. It could be seen that the Pale Lord was trying hard to control himself. 's body.

He walked to Nios. The Lord of Mankind was sitting on the ground at the moment, with his long black hair hanging down, half covering his face. On his lap, it was Robert Keeley who was sleeping peacefully. Man.

"I hope you're not changing the contract."

Hades said, raising his eyebrows as he sat next to the Lord of Mankind, Neos looking quite depressed.

"Won't."

"He's very smart."

Neos's calm voice sounded, and he lowered his eyes to look at Guilliman. The water drops around his eyes may have fallen because of the freedom he had lost.

"Building the contract on the most basic and largest foundation of the empire - I underestimated No. 13."

"After all, Malcador once taught him a solid lesson."

Hades glanced at Malcador. The old man's cloak wrapped Malcador tightly like a shroud.

"I thought it would be Mortarion or Sanguinius."

There was no sadness or joy in Neos' tone;

"But it was him in the end, and now I understand why it was him - because the determination made by No. 13 is the cruelest, and the God of Death or the Angel itself is still trying to escape the fate of carrying an entire empire."

Hades shook his head and nodded again,

"Not all Primarchs wish to become kings."

Sanguinius, who had been tricked once, had a tendency to avoid others, while Mortarion was the last person to want to be an exploiter.

On the other hand... in terms of his attitude towards work, perhaps Guilliman is really more determined than all the other primarchs.

"perhaps."

The emperor said calmly,

"I had imagined a fate in which they did not leave Terra, but unfortunately this was not the thread I clung to."

"Are you nourishing the original body?"

Hades coughed,

"Better...forget it."

Hades immediately changed the topic urgently,

"You look like you've recovered now? I didn't see any reaction from you when we were eating just now."

When they were just eating, the primarchs were all joking and joking, while Neos was like a down-and-out marginalized man, silently eating the food that Malcador threw casually on his plate.

Hades originally thought that Neos's reaction would be more violent. Pluto was always on guard against the Emperor's escape, so that the meal just now was completely half-hearted and he ate whatever he could reach.

The Emperor also knew Pluto's intentions, and he was already weak and had to give up escaping.

"I……"

Nios sighed,

“What really matters to me is not what they did with me — it’s that they really beat me in one area.”

He paused, hesitated, and looked at Guilliman again. Next to Neos, the light and soft golden light was always on, including all the original bodies, and the spiritual energy guided the original bodies back to the physical world.

"This will be a new beginning for the subspace above the Human Empire."

"I have been looking forward to this day - but I never expected it to end like this."

The Emperor said, as if Guilliman's actions had finally awakened him from his dream of searching for Horus, allowing his eyes to finally truly fall on the other men.

"So what are you going to do next?"

Hades asked, and he saw a sly smile on the Emperor's lips.

"Reclaim the primarchs' affection for me."

He said,

"Then let them let me go."

This Lao Deng.

Hades knew why Malcador scolded the Emperor so harshly.