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

Chapter 811 【253.】Two parties

[I hope you can cheer up. 】

Guilliman finally entered the room belatedly. There were faint wrinkles under his eyes from many days of hard work. In the rest room, the primarchs who were having their armor waxed looked at him one after another.

Guilliman, the guy who agreed to cooperate with another empire.

Guilliman nodded to the servant next to him who brought him tea, and declined the people's kindness. He cheered up and looked around at the Primarchs present.

Mortarion, Sanguinius, Magnus, Vulkan, Corax and Konrad, very good, plus Guilliman, seven in total.

Faenus will not come. He is in another war zone, taking charge of the current war situation with Hades - so that they, the original bodies, can come together to face the provocation and malice from another world.

[I think everyone already knows that there is another fate line that is completely different from ours——

As far as we know, most of the original bodies on the opposite side have fallen into the path of chaos and completed their own demonic ascension by accepting the power of fused chaos. 】

[So I assume that they all have absolute malice - please be careful, friends, this will be a confrontation without blood and fire. We must win this round, which is related to the cooperation of the next two empires. and……】

Guilliman's voice trailed off, and Mortarion added appropriately,

【betray. 】

[Yes, betrayal. 】

Guilliman nodded,

[According to the intelligence of the Lord of Humanity, only one of the two worlds can exist, and the winner must be us. 】

He looked at his brothers. Guilliman saw Sanguinius nod solemnly, Vulkan looked uneasy, Magnus seemed to understand, and Angron looked back at Guilliman. Sweating his face, Corax was silent, Conrad was sneering.

Mortarion remained motionless.

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[Mortarion] remained motionless, staring at [Guilliman], waiting for [Guilliman]'s next order.

[Guilliman] stood majestically in front of them, and [Lorgar] stood carefully behind [Guilliman] as a puppet of [Guilliman].

[I am very happy to see you today and announce good news to you - after a thousand years of development and construction, we will reignite the war, and I think your blades are still sharp. ]

[Guilliman] glanced at [Corax] with his professional smirk. The shrike was indeed excited by these words. He roared low, and his bloody claws were extremely sharp.

[Just seeing all of you standing in front of me makes me feel sincerely happy. I don’t think I have anything to entrust to you - I have already seen the other me before you all do. I know that before seeing the other self, any The advice and advice of others have turned into nothing. ]

[So you can indulge yourself tonight,]

[Guilliman] blinked and saw the undulating strange blue like the flowing Milky Way.

Obviously the opponent is more lawful and relies more on order than they are - and what hasn't [Guilliman] seen?

At the previous quarterly reporting meeting, [Guilliman] had to stop [Vulkan] from throwing mud at [Fenus]. Well, [Vulkan] was actually just reprimanding [Fenus] loudly. Si] was unkind, but his saliva and tears were a little too sticky.

[I have only one request,]

[Guilliman] smiled at the corner of his mouth,

[At least we can’t fight now. ]

He raised his eyes and saw the starry sky of this world.

There, among the dazzling stars, a fully resurrected Necron dynasty battles.

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"Tarrazin? Trazin?! I don't recommend you take the risk!"

Hades roared at the other end of the communication. He didn't expect the war to advance so quickly during the weeks he was bedridden.

The obvious situation has already been decided between the Silent King and the Storm King. Even with full ambition and extremely low moral bottom line, the Storm King is inevitably slipping into a disadvantage in front of the Silent King who commands the entire army.

Hades' eyelids jumped wildly. Once the war between the Silent King and the Storm King is decided, the remaining one will definitely come directly to the Human Empire——

The wind is howling! Gaussian rays, thick enough to annihilate three Titans, struck from the surface of the planet. In an instant, countless similar light pillars lit up on the plain.

The high temperature directly evaporated the Necron closest to the impact point. Riding on its mount, Trazin raised his arms high and let its metal cloak dance in the storm caused by the impact.

"Hades—I'm so glad to hear your voice again!"

Trazin roared, the planet it was on had separated from its star tens of millions of years ago, and now, with the use of destructive weapons, it had a sunset that it had not had for a long, long time.

The bright, hot light hit Trazin,

"You - don't - know -!!! What an interesting few weeks it has been!"

The battlefield is wrapped up, and both sides are doing their best to use time-travel weapons. If the minimum unit of calculation is kilometers, then the time in this star field has actually passed for at least a year - in countless small time-travels.

In the observation period of the human empire that was separated from this star field, the time was only a few weeks.

"I at least have to go see it!"

The cloak was too troublesome. Trazin reached out and untied his cloak, letting it go with the wind.

"I'm sure there will be many more interesting collections - but it's time to face it! You have things to deal with, and so do the Necrontyr!"

At least for now, Trazyn decided to meet the two old men - it didn't want to just watch the final battle between the Silent King and the Storm King. Trazyn was no longer the historian.

The historian watched with cold eyes for tens of thousands of years, but finally it couldn't stand the stupidity of the royal family within its race, so it finally put down the pen in its hand and drew its sword in anger.

"Calm down! Trazin!"

Hades's voice was intermittent on the channel,

"If you want to achieve the best success, then you should not be exposed prematurely - at least stay away from the Silent King and the Storm King! Or change to a more cost-effective body and scrap it!"

Trazin's mouthpiece emitted a tingling electronic sound,

"I've settled it with Orikan! I must go on this trip! Hades - you don't understand, you don't understand - you humans still have newborns and civilians worth holding on to, but the Necrontyr is gone! "

"Even if I don't go this time, haha, I, Trazin, will only get more troops - but so what?! Just a few puppets!"

Now I can just go and scold the Storm King and the Silent King. How could such a good thing happen in the past? You can scold two at once.

Trazin unilaterally closed the communication. It laughed a few times and ran towards the final battle zone demarcated by the Silent King and the Storm King with the staff in hand.

There, two madmen, the culprits responsible for the genocide of the Necrontyr, were fighting each other, but one of them was already in a state of panic.

The other, the real king, sat high on the throne, looking coldly at its dynasty.

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Damn it, Trazin is living so coolly.

Hades suddenly broke away from the communication. He scratched his head and looked at the command screen - it was almost time, and at the same time, the dinner party was about to start.

He was a little worried now. While he was worried about the dinner party, he was also a little worried about Trazin and the war situation. The war between the Necrons was about to come to an end.

This is why Guilliman was so eager to agree to cooperate with another empire.

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The chandelier in the hall is shining brilliantly.

The wandering light dripped down from the fine geometric structure composed of white crystals, and thousands of flashes of light shone on the men and women participating in the meeting. The musician in a white suit embellished with fine gold played the violin, and after a melodious and melodious bass, The music officer with a waterfall skirt next to him lit the dulcimer.

The music is light and gentle, blending with the light fragrance, and the exquisitely conceived meals lie quietly on the multi-layered plates made of colorful porcelain - quietly waiting for the arrival of the diners.

Fortunately, Pluto was not among the party invites, otherwise these little guys would not survive more than five seconds.

This thought came to Guilliman's mind at an inappropriate time, and he laughed awkwardly. He felt a little nervous.

At this moment, Robert Guilliman was wearing a blue helmet, and the pearl white and brilliant gold patterns seemed to be shining on the blue sea. Guilliman rarely pulled himself out of the pile of official documents and paid attention to his personal image.

After he became Lord of the Empire, there was little left for Guilliman to be extremely image-conscious.

Guilliman took one more look at his brothers, and while he could make sure he wasn't wrong, the rest of them... it wasn't easy to say.

Mortarion is sitting silently in a remote corner, seemingly remote - but in fact he can quickly support every position in the hall.

In other words, if a sniper is set up there, Mortarion can directly kill everyone in the hall, but the original body may want a Pluto-specific repeating machine gun.

Sanguinius smiled and sat with Vulkan and Angron, talking quietly about something - Guilliman, Sanguinius and Angron all knew very well that the angel's move was probably to protect him. Focus on Vulcan.

Vulcan is a good person, but sometimes he is a bit stubborn and unable to face some emergencies.

Magnus was a little helpless and was entangled by Konrad. Corax was drinking tea calmly beside them. Guilliman believed that the twins also wanted to protect Magnus.

Magnus has temporarily recovered from his weak state of psychic energy. Because the opponents participating in this meeting are all psychic primitives, Magnus no longer chooses to use psychic energy to enrich himself, but honestly Actually making himself smaller, his horns have shrunk quite a bit.

Magnus is actually not suitable to attend the meeting, but Guilliman has deeper considerations... It is known that [Magnus] on the opposite side is dead, maybe after seeing this Magnus... other people on the opposite side will Reveal something.

This is why Guilliman and Mortarion decided to invite Magnus after discussion. Magnus himself is probably unaware of it now. Compared with other primarchs, he is now more like a studious professor and wants to Came to talk to others about psychic issues.

But it was off to a bad start, as he was already entangled with Conrad, the bat cackled.

They are coming.

Guilliman took another deep breath and nodded to Mortarion - Mortarion reluctantly stood up from his chosen position, the mist rose, and the next moment, the primarch disappeared. .

A primarch was needed to receive visitors on the deck, and Guilliman was not suitable. He originally wanted to consider Sanguinius, but after comprehensive considerations, Mortarion was chosen.

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[wow. ]

[Angron] let out a small cry, and out of sight of everyone, [Mortarion] simply rolled his eyes.

White lights shone on the red carpet. The Ultramarines on both sides held swords and flags. The marching trumpets sounded. In the dark starry sky, white mist rolled up and rolled to their feet.

Reflecting the dazzling white light, a huge and thin alien was standing opposite them, much taller than the ordinary Primarch. The Skeleton Primarch bowed slightly to them.

[Welcome... to the Empire. ]

Mist spurted out from Mortarion's gas mask. The cold mist rolled in his eyes. Mortarion took a step forward and walked to the front of [Guilliman], motioning the Primarchs to follow him.

[Thank you for your hospitality. I am very happy to see all this. ]

[Guilliman] said politely, and then walked directly to the hall with Mortarion. He did not greet him, and the Primarch behind him chose to follow him directly.

[wow~]

While walking, [Angron] took a few quick steps, stuck to [Mortarion]'s back, and whispered in a rather teasing manner,

[The other you is also so unique~]

[Mortarion] rolled his eyes again.

[I don't recommend you to investigate him now, his ability is not weak - if you don't want [Guilliman] to embarrass you next, Angron, you should keep your hands under control. ]

[What a pity...]

[Angron] whispered, he looked at that Mortarion with shining eyes again... Oh... This seemed to be a true reflection of [Mortarion's] inner heart. The appearance of Mortarion of another fate line may have grown into the appearance that the first rebel envied the most.

Tall, thin, completely different, and completely out of place.

I don't know what kind of sigh Lady Psyche would make if she saw Mortarion like this. Such a Mortarion... Oh, hehe, Lady Psyche would probably love him well.

Angron of course thought of his good colleague Lady Psyche. In fact, the decorative bead necklace with five hearts and nervous systems running through it today was a gift from Lady Psyche to Angron.

[He has a very strong fatherly aura.]

Vulkan said slowly, like bubbles coming out of a swamp.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Vulkan always feels that this Mortarion will have a strange connection with Typhons.

[The Chaos in their world is very weak—the Empire has devoured the Warp, and some of them have seized the power of Chaos.]

Motarion lowered his voice and reminded.

In fact, their world is similar. Tzeentch weakened the three gods, and Guilliman successfully backstabbed Tzeentch, and then took away the power in Tzeentch’s hands—even including the remaining three gods.

What Mortarion’s brothers will never know is that the three gods they believe in actually have long lost much autonomous consciousness, and only a small number of them remain.

That's why their "master" never talks directly to the Primarchs, but through hints and forewarnings.

Guilliman has sidelined them - or rather, he has backfired on them.

Mortarion stopped.

In front of him, the ceremonial officer slowly pushed open the door, light poured in, and Guilliman smiled warmly again.

He saw another version of himself.

Vulkan felt Angron next to him shudder violently.