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

Chapter 739 183. Who is not a human being?

【Terra】

[I still think this will all be a dream. 】

The Lord of the Empire, Robert Guilliman, said calmly. He blinked his blue eyes. The original body was sitting at his desk, as if he had just woken up from a nap.

Only his blond hair was a little messy and an overly large blanket hung down in front of his legs.

【This is not a dream. 】

The Pale Lord opposite him spoke hoarsely. Mortarion's bone helmet was full of cracks, and there seemed to be quite a few bruises on his face.

The Pale Lord's mist sprayed out from the gas mask. Guilliman squinted and saw the poison gas spraying on the stacked documents.

The good news is that these papers are protected by Guilliman, so they will not be corroded by the Pale Lord's poisonous gas, but will sting Mortarion's eyes with the words on them.

【So,】

Guilliman spread his hands,

[I have no memory of arriving here—what happened after that dinner? 】

Mortarion opposite him was silent for a second. After a cautious silence, Mortarion turned aside to make way for Hades.

"Well,"

Hades scratched his head, looked at Guilliman, and didn't know how to describe the scene last night.

After a brief dizziness, the original bodies gradually recovered from the state of being unable to control their bodies, but Guilliman, who had the most spiritual growth, was still unable to recover.

The Lord of Mankind obviously still did not give up on winning over the originals, so Hades was forced to witness a less than successful family speech - of course, Neos's speech was eventually interrupted.

Guilliman suddenly stood up and refused the support from Neos. The Lord of the Empire looked upright and solemn, as if he was about to rush to the battlefield and die generously in the next second.

Although his unsteady steps betrayed the fact that the Primarch had not yet regained consciousness.

So everyone watched Guilliman leave, and a certain tacit understanding was established. The Primarchs followed Guilliman quietly, hoping to see where he would go——

Then, there is no doubt.

Hades spread his hands, and he could tell that Guilliman found his own office on the second floor directly and accurately, and staggeredly picked up the files.

At that time, before Hades could say "This boy is so terrifying", he saw Guilliman slowly falling down again.

This made them all relieved. If Guilliman could still work in this state - this would be an extremely terrifying thing.

Looking at Guilliman slumped in front of his desk, Malcador, who was at the front of the crowd, sighed and patted the Emperor, who was standing holding on to the door frame. The Mageweaver, who had returned to his old state, shook his head and was the first to leave.

Or Persson followed Malcador cautiously.

[...I feel a little sad. What have our brothers experienced? 】

Vulkan spoke and wiped his eyes. Mortarion responded with a sneer. The Fire Dragon Lord stepped forward and wanted to do something for Guilliman. Vulkan was a little at a loss, but in the end he chose to do something for Guilliman. Man put on a blanket.

Angron patted Vulkan on the shoulder. The Lord of Red Sand probably thought that Guilliman needed to rest now, so he signaled Vulkan to leave, and grabbed Conrad's collar with one hand and pulled him out.

Corax followed them and left together.

Magnus did not leave after them, but after a brief silence in the room again, Magnus touched his nose and quietly exited the room.

【Are you satisfied with this scene? 】

Sanguinius spoke softly. He leaned in front of the pillar and looked at Neos with a smile and anger.

"..."

"Congratulations on defeating me."

Nios applauded, the applause was still and crisp.

"That's why I changed my mind about you."

This sentence made the archangel choke. Sanguinius seemed to want to say something more, but he just shook his head.

[I hope you really think so. 】

The archangel spoke out his words word by word, and then disappeared into the long corridor.

The Emperor stopped his applause heavily.

"You don't plan to leave?"

The Emperor asked suddenly, and Hades shook his head decisively.

"At least I won't leave you alone with Guilliman."

Hades said simply,

"Or you and I can guard him together."

Neos smiled, he skipped Hades' sharp words, he looked at Fainus,

"What's the matter with you?"

[Please remember Rogal Dorn. 】

Fernus said mechanically, then bowed and exited the room.

"This matter should be left to you."

The Emperor looked at Mortarion and Hades, spread his hands,

"The time has come to wake him up - but it's you, I don't have much power now."

[I also hope you are telling the truth. 】

Mortarion's eyes were unblinking. He stared at Neos, and Neos sent a question mark at him, as if asking why he didn't leave.

【I want to give you another sickle. 】

Mortarion said decisively.

"So,"

Nios said calmly,

"Go out and fight - at least now we shouldn't surprise Guilliman. Hades, you are responsible for continuing to guard the subspace here."

Mortarion and Hades looked at each other, and each saw the surprise in the other's eyes. It stands to reason that the Lord of Mankind might be compassionate, but it is completely impossible for the Lord of Mankind to be so compassionate.

But in reality, there is nothing illogical about the Emperor's move. The offspring who truly defeated him has already appeared, which is exactly what he happily expected-

After the failure, the first thing the individual named the Emperor needs to do is to ensure that his "throne" falls firmly on the winner.

There can be no omissions in the middle, which is a scene that the Lord of Mankind never wants to see. Robert Guilliman's transformation at this moment is obviously the highest priority.

Even if Hades thinks that Neos may want to scold Guilliman as a slave owner.

The pale golden ocean receded, and the underworld rolled in, taking over the subspace wall here. Hades watched Mortarion and Neos go away, and his eyes twitched. Well, it seems that Sanguinius didn't go too far.

It seems that he wants to have a second game with Neos.

Hades thought, and then he received a message from the King of Figures, Trazyn-

"The picture quality is clear, and good people will have a peaceful life."

? ? ? ? ? ?

Hades frowned and asked.

…………………………

Hades, who was leaning against the wall and taking a nap, suddenly slipped out. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Mortarion walking back slowly with a gray face.

He was beaten so badly.

Hades frowned and shook his head. Receiving his ridicule, Mortarion decisively rolled his eyes at Hades.

"Aren't you going back to rest?"

Hades asked. Mortarion coughed and leaned against the wall next to Guilliman's desk like a door god.

"Guard him all night."

Mortarion said lightly, and then immediately added a sentence to show that he was not doing it because of his personal relationship with Guilliman,

"For the Empire."

In fact, no one had gone far. It was late at night. On the balcony at the end of the corridor, Conrad was hanging upside down and howling like a complaint, while Corax, Angron and Vulkan were talking happily. They all had the more moderate values ​​among the Primarchs.

In the palace garden, Malcador bent over and picked up a handful of soil and handed it to Or Persson. The old man stood up and looked coldly at Neos staggering out of the corner of the palace maze.

On the outer wall of the palace, on the eaves where various monsters squatted, broken feathers flew, and new down feathers grew from under the gray feathers. Sanguinius looked up at the new moon. The broken and cold edge of the moon was sharp, but it was not looking at him.

In the large archive just above Guilliman's office, the Red King strolled in it, and Magnus seemed to be looking for documents about decompression;

At the other end of the large archive room that he had not yet noticed, Finus had temporarily reconnected to the Nirvana system, and a huge information flow was transmitted. The Primarch began to work in order to assist Guilliman in his next work.

On the desk next to the body of Fenus, who was waiting with his eyes closed, a group photo stood quietly there. The silver-haired Primarch was smiling like a flower, looking at the Medusa people with a smile.

It's a pity that things have changed.

…………………………

[Eye of Silence]

This is indeed not a good place.

The dull gray hair burst out from the hood in a messy manner. Fugen shook his wrist subconsciously. The bracelet given to him by the green-skinned wizard Magboy was still on it.

But for some reason, perhaps because of the strong anti-psychic stance in the Eye of Silence, the luster of the bracelet faded a lot, as if something was missing.

I don't know how those greenskins are doing now.

Fugen thought, the Primarch leaned on a piece of industrial waste steel as a scepter. He stood in the wilderness, squinting his eyes and looking at the towering waterfall-broken black stone obelisk in the distance.

There are some signs of human activities on this planet, which is why Fugen is here.

…………

Is it too late?

The Primarch took off his hood. Although the Blackstone Obelisk had long been scrapped due to overload, the anti-psychic energy on it still made the Primarch feel uncomfortable. Fulgrim looked up and looked at several human skeletons near the Blackstone Obelisk.

Through the remaining badges and mechanical creations, the Primarch judged that this was a team of Hades who came for pilgrimage and scientific research, but they finally stopped in the vast sea of ​​Hades.

Dying in the last embers before Hades fell asleep was also a blessing for his believers.

Such teams are not uncommon in the Eye of Silence. The Hades even established simple supply points on certain planets. It was with the supply points of the Hades that the Primarch could continue to move forward - until Cadia, until the skeleton of Fenus.

Fulgrim bypassed these skeletons and climbed into the Blackstone Obelisk, wanting to see if there was anything he could use, or just wanted to check whether the Blackstone Obelisk could continue to operate.

With the Primarch's excellent hearing, Fulgrim keenly heard the hum of some kind of instrument running. He walked carefully among the mess on the ground. The Necromancer's creation was violently broken, and the cables pulled back extended out and gathered underground.

Absurdly, in the Necromancer's black stone obelisk, Fulgrim saw a human tombstone.

The words engraved on it were,

[I chose this place not to get close to you, but to guard you, traitor - if you return, you will face my trench. ]

The signature below was blurred by the mud. Fulgrim reached out and brushed away the mud, and saw the unclear high Gothic words.

[Come here, this is the last loyal Iron Warrior. I choose to live in pain. If he comes back and wakes me up, I will become the Imperial Shield who knows him best and provide you with help. ]

This short text without rhetoric or aesthetics shocked the original body. It meant something more grand. For Fulgrim, he completely gave up the grand narrative and was able to support himself to move forward.

Fulgrim dug into the soil tremblingly, and he saw a freezer that was so old that it had been obsolete for thousands of years. In the meantime, an Iron Warrior was sleeping.

It's Dantioch.

…………………………

【Terra】

[I guess I’m not too hungry for now? 】

Guilliman rubbed his eyebrows. He was still in a state of just waking up from a hangover, but it was obvious that his original brothers did not intend to let him go. Angron almost forced Guilliman to wake up and regain his consciousness. I walked into the office just as I was about to chat with someone, carrying a plate of breakfast.

"I can do it for you."

Hades raised his hand and cleared the table of the breakfast that Angron had brought to him.

[You should eat something to replenish your strength - but it depends on your mood. 】

Angron raised his eyebrows and sat down on Guilliman's desk naturally.

[What are you going to do next? 】

【Handle the accumulated official business. 】

Guilliman replied without any hesitation,

【certainly,】

The Lord of the Empire raised one hand, while the other hand was still rubbing his brow. For some reason, Guilliman felt that the back of his head was particularly warm. Something seemed to have dropped on his cheek, but to his surprise Yes, this feeling relieved his pain.

Great Guilliman said solemnly,

[I know that next I need to determine the next direction for this behemoth, as well as re-appoint, remove and assign the top leadership. I need to talk to each of our brothers one-on-one to know their wishes and assign their positions. 】

"Give me your breakfast, and you don't need to worry about the Mechanicus from now on."

Hades said again, the only difference was that his expression was serious——

To prove that he indeed wanted Guilliman's breakfast, Mortarion reached out and used mist transport on the plate of food.

[Now you don’t need to help Guilliman with the Adeptus Mechanicus. 】

Mortarion said, his eyes calm.

[Let’s go back to the Storm Star Territory—Guilliman, you don’t have to manage the Storm Star Territory from now on. 】

[I unilaterally reject your proposal. 】

Guilliman looked calm. He stared at his breakfast disappearing and said word by word,

【You can't go back and be your divided king. 】

[What if I insist on doing this? 】

Mortarion challenged, and the next moment the Pale Lord saw the golden flames igniting in Guilliman's eyes.

What could Guilliman do to him?

Mortarion scoffed.

…

When Mortarion reacted, he felt extremely tired. The Pale Lord found himself sitting in his desk, holding a pen in his hand and a stack of corrected documents next to him.

【……? 】

Mortarion's pupils trembled, and then he saw Karas, who had a look of death on his face, walking into the office and throwing a stack of paperwork at him——

"?!"

"You finally woke up?"

Karas suddenly spoke. He looked at the confused Mortarion and knew everything instantly. Karas sneered,

"You have been working continuously for seven days - thanks to you, all the original bodies are now working in an orderly manner, and the new great slave master has appeared, sitting on the highest throne of Terra."

[Wait, Hardy—Hades didn’t help me? ! 】

Mortarion shouted in surprise. He slammed the table and stood up, but the sneer on the corner of Karas's mouth had already informed the original body of the truth.

"Seven days off."

said Callas, inserting the knife without mercy,

"Plus the right of permanent settlement as an honorable citizen of Macragge, haha, Mortarion."

The truth of the matter was that Guilliman's psychic powers were so tightly bound to Mortarion's psychic powers that Hades was unable to separate them without damaging Mortarion's soul.

As for why Guilliman's spiritual energy is so tightly bound to the Pale Lord's spiritual energy, even - Guilliman's spiritual energy is tightly bound to all the original bodies.

The reason is simple. Again, Neos will ensure that the true victor stays firmly on his throne.