Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 730 174. I beat them all

You become fuller and stronger.

But you don't feel good at all.

So you can only swing your scythe again and again.

........................

This is a blood-boiling combination!
Hades looked into the distance. As a psychic Muggle, he had no idea what Neos had done to Mortarion and Sanguinius in the psychic realm.
But just a few breaths later, Mortarion and Sanguinius's psychic powers surged! Stronger! Stronger!
Correspondingly, the holy sun dimmed a little.

Hades could feel that his power was also summoned in the middle, but because the Emperor's psionic energy in the center of the main battlefield was too dazzling, Hades could not analyze who summoned him, nor could he tell how much of the Emperor's psionic energy or the psionic energy of the Primarchs he had consumed.

But it doesn't matter. Hades looked at the two primarchs who were becoming taller, brighter or darker again, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

………………

Very interesting battle.

The Lord of Mankind thought to himself, how long had it been since he had fought such a fierce battle with his physical body? Was it a thousand years ago, or ten thousand years ago? It seemed that the last time he focused on the physical body was in Comoros.

Unfortunately, it has become a graveyard for Slaanesh—

The madness of the Comoros was indeed new to Neos in some ways.

This time, he was no longer suppressing his own spiritual power and fighting with his body, but two sides were competing at the same time, the god who voluntarily fell from the sky and the demigod who grew new wings were fighting. At least the difference in strength was no longer so great.

But, it turned out to be the two of them.

Neos thought calmly,

At the same time, he slammed his sword towards the scythe. The huge and sharp scythe blade trembled beside his sword. The Lord of Mankind flicked his wrist, and "Hum!"
The sickle flew away with a sound, and bone fragments splashed around the blade.

As early as in the laboratory ten thousand years ago, he had never thought that it would be them. At that time, he was more optimistic about the wise man who was shining with a lot of spiritual energy, or the Lord of Many Hearts -

He is the one closest to the human world.

The fire seeds he collected with great effort from the subspace were all excellent, but that did not mean that each of them was strong enough to step onto the end of a corner of the eight-pointed star.

For example, the twins, their power is too dispersed, and the blacksmith, the authority it corresponds to has long been occupied by Nurgle.

However, the power of "Rebirth" that Nurgle holds has now been peeled off, and when the time is right, the Blacksmith will get his power - along with "Mercy".

Neos was thinking about his offspring, and his mind was not entirely on the battle in front of him, so he was caught.

call!
The spear was like a dragon! Blood and hair splattered in the air, and the tip of the spear suddenly broke open. Neos, who had just been cornered by Mortarion, suddenly disappeared, leaving only Sanguinius and the spear he had not yet retracted.

The next moment, the Emperor, with a little blood on his cheek, stood behind the two Primarchs again. This time, the Emperor began to pay attention -

Because he found that his obvious absent-mindedness made his children even more angry.

Anger can sometimes be a good thing, but sometimes it is not. It can interfere with people's judgment, and now, for Mortarion and Sanguinius, anger has obviously begun to interfere with them.

A Primarch who had just gained a lot of power and authority shouldn't have drastic emotional changes. Neos didn't want anything to happen suddenly. If it was just one Primarch, perhaps he would explain the truth of the galaxy to them.

But now he still had several primarchs who had not had time to distribute power, so Neos did not intend to comfort them with words anymore.

As the Primarchs grew older, they were no longer as innocent as when they first returned to the Empire, which meant that Neos could no longer easily agree with their questions and confusions.

After all, it was a battle between his offspring, so Neos decided to add some tricks. He should teach his offspring what entertainment is.

Neos stood on the dining table and snapped his fingers.

A golden light suddenly appeared behind him! Several weapons, shining with the blazing sunlight, floated in the air, including swords, spears, hooks and halberds.

"Remember to hide well."

The Lord of Mankind said this as he looked at the two Primarchs who suddenly retreated back to their respective psychic domains.

The next moment, a sonic boom sounded!!!

Thousands of swords flew like cannonballs, cutting through the mist and blood, forming a vacuum path in the dense spiritual energy field.

Mortarion and Sanguinius had already retreated to their respective psychic realms. They were learning quickly, and Neos could feel that they were moving through the warp.

His dark brown pupils suddenly flashed, prophecy! The Emperor took fourteen centimeters to the left, and then, Mortarion's scythe passed an inch in front of his eyes.

The Lord of Mankind calmly used the golden flame to dispel the curse mixed in the sickle wind.

"Not even close."

Neos commented, but Mortarion did not give him the chance to continue standing there. The God of Death twisted the scythe in an unimaginable posture - Mortarion's waist seemed to be broken.

He had to fight back, and the long sword hit the bone sickle again, but the next moment, a spear with a flash of blood came from the upper and lower back of the Lord of Mankind's head!

Is Mortarion responsible for attracting frontal attention and resisting damage, while Sanguinius is responsible for assassination?
In front of Neos, the two Primarchs tacitly chose the fighting style that best suited them.

To be fair, facing Mortarion and Sanguinius who have broken through again, perhaps no one can withstand this blow. This blow is enough to injure a Chaos——

Because this is not only a physical attack. As early as in the realm of the vast ocean, the spiritual powers of the Pale Lord and the Blood Lord have already clamped the Kingdom of Golden Flame tightly. The rolling sea of ​​fog and blood swept in from different realms, invading the Realm of Eternal Sun.

And just now, Neos had proactively dispersed a lot of his power towards the two primarchs.

Unlike Neos, the two Primarchs were not joking with him. This time, they struck Neos with real strength and true feelings, wanting to really injure him severely.

Neos was relieved by this.

As a reward, he decided to teach them a lesson.

Then the sun rose again.

The blinding golden light penetrated the dense clouds. The white and the bright red were all pierced by the thorny threads of light. The light sprinkled down again, bringing with it bone-piercing heat and cold, dispelling darkness, death and blood, and everything that anyone feared, was afraid of, and panicked about.

He promised everyone that in the kingdom of light, people will have nothing to fear, nothing to be afraid of, and nothing to panic about.

Man is the most intelligent creature in the world.

This is the eternal truth.

And He is the Lord of mankind.

Neos casually stretched out his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He still stood proudly at the highest point of the room with his clothes neatly tied.

That is, on the dining table.

【Old... immortal...】

Dense spider-like cracks snaked out from one side of the wall. The cracks on the bone armor were more numerous and severe than those on the wall. Mortarion lowered his head weakly, and with every breath he took, white mist rose from the gas mask.

【How embarrassing.】

Sanguinius said tremblingly. The Archangel still subconsciously wanted to maintain his dignity. He held on to a chair with one hand, but he couldn't stand up no matter what. One side of his already messy wings was lying on the ground as if it was broken. "You don't need to be angry or sad."

Neos spread his hands and explained sincerely,

"The blow just now was enough to severely damage a Chaos, but you overlooked one point. I have long stopped paying attention to the Empire. Therefore, my perspective is closer to the ground and closer to myself."

"You are so cruel to kill your own child, Neos?"

As Neos finished his words, Malcador, who had been freed from his restraints with the help of Magnus, limped back into the room. He used the scepter as a crutch and hopped to Mortarion's side while staring at Neos.

White mist emerged from under the old man's feet. Malcador used Mortarion's spell, and the rolling smoke and dust immediately submerged half of Mortarion's body at an extremely fast speed.

On the other side, Magnus, who tried to make himself as small as possible, moved to the side of Sanguinius. The light of psychic energy lit up, and Magnus nervously shook his head at the archangel who wanted to speak.

"I am so sad, Malcador."

Neos said with a sad face as he let his clothes hang by his side. The blood on his hands disappeared along with the faint golden flame. No one noticed this, and of course no one would care even if they saw it.

"I was just responding to their desire to fight - and you scolded me like that."

He wanted to add that Malcador had also killed the Primarchs before, and that when Malcador beat Alpha in training, he was also beating him to death.

But then, the attack came again.

From behind - it was a hidden message.

The Lord of Humanity, who had just dealt with the Primarch, felt a little weak, and Or Persson was clearly willing to sacrifice his life for him.
The ancient man was vomiting blood in large mouthfuls while muttering incoherent words. This time, Or chose the darkness that could best counter Neos, and the spacious cafeteria suddenly became dim.

Something darker, crazier, more suffocating therefore also entered the scene.

The Lord of Mankind had a thought, and the next moment Or Persson flew out suddenly. He was about to hit the wall heavily, but was caught by a pair of broad hands.

【I hope I'm not too late. 】

Angron said this, and placed Orr carefully on the ground as if he were a miniature toy. He controlled his strength and gently patted Orr's shoulder, then strode towards the Lord of Mankind.

The cessation of the secret words did not bring back the light to the dining hall. Neos knew that it was his two sons who did this. He could sense the presence of one of them, curled up in a corner of the room, feverishly.
But the other one?
Neos was unable to locate the raven's exact position either, perhaps Corax had hidden in his brother's psychic realm?
If not, the raven's stealth level might have already reached a whole new level of no-man's land.

This was the ability Corax had finally acquired during Malcador's all-out hunt for him.

"You're a little late."

Neos said, motioning Angron to look at Sanguinius and Mortarion who were badly damaged by psionics in the room, but Angron grinned instead, his gladiator's fangs rough but sharp.

[I think this is a win, right?]

? !
A huge psychic lightning suddenly struck him from behind!
Neos turned his head suddenly, and an intense white light illuminated his face. His psychic power had been fully focused on searching for Corax, and he had completely ignored Magnus. He was guarding against Corax, he was guarding against Curze, he was guarding against Malcador, Mortarion, Sanguinius... and even Or Pershon, but he subconsciously ignored Magnus!
Because Neos was sure that Magnus would not take the initiative to attack!
However, Magnus was the only Primarch present, apart from Malcador and the two promoted Primarchs, who could injure the Lord of Mankind with pure psychic energy.

Neos instinctively wanted to teleport, but Malcador and Or blocked his way at the same time. The Lord of Mankind therefore immediately tried to evade physically, but Angron behind him had already raised his axe and moved forward.

At the same time, a grinning face jumped out from the darkness on the ceiling - it was Conrad Coates!
The Emperor made a prompt decision and decisively chose the gap that was easiest to break through. He suddenly jumped up, and the golden flame instantly burned the bat's wings.

The huge force knocked Curze over, and the Lord of Mankind barely avoided Angron's axe, but Magnus's psychic lightning had already struck his trouser legs. After the thunder, Hengri once again shattered into a piece of golden light.

The golden eyes of the Lord of Humanity, suspended in the air, looked towards Magnus.

Next to the collapsed Sanguinius, Magnus had his red hair flying and the book in his hand was floating in the air. His expression was not firm, but rather one of fear and hesitation. However, this did not mean that he had not used all his strength in that attack just now.

[I…I saw that it was my turn to cooperate.]

Magnus said weakly.

Although the Red One said this, he was actually much more determined in his heart than he said, otherwise his thunderbolt would not have been so decisive and swift.

After his return, Magnus perhaps only made great progress and leaps in one aspect.

That is the awareness of never letting things fail in your own hands.

Perhaps there was some kind of personal grudge involved, or he was angry about what the Emperor had just said to him, or he was regretful that the Lord of Mankind gave him the greenskin relic and mistakenly believed that the Lord of Mankind had killed the greenskin wizard, or perhaps...

He simply wanted to see how much damage his full-strength attack could cause to the Lord of Humanity.

These reasons might be a little too unjust, but the primarchs present all had personal grudges against the Lord of Mankind, without any so-called justice involved, so Magnus was also made to look noble.

Neos took a deep breath.

"well done."

He said, not knowing whether it was a mockery or a sincere compliment. Given the Lord of Mankind's usual words, Magnus could not respond and could only continue to stare at the Lord of Mankind nervously.

During his years of recuperation on Terra, his soul had already become much more complete as the Grey Knights worked day and night to capture the fragments of Magnus.

On the other side, Corax silently pointed his finger at Conrad who was burning and running around. The shadow moved like the huge wings of some corvidae, and darkness touched Conrad. Corax's face became even paler, but the next moment, the golden flame dissipated.

During the years of Conrad's supervision, Corax discovered that his brother was not as crazy and terrifying as he had imagined. The two similar yet completely different Primarchs even established a kind of tacit understanding in an eerie way. They would even go crazy and say good night to each other for no apparent reason.

Sometimes, Conrad would even realize Corax's deepest desires, so when Corax woke up one day, he would receive the skin of a sinner peeled off by Curze.

These are usually people who cannot be executed legally, but whom Corax would like to see killed morally.

[The old man burned me on purpose. 】

Konrad said hoarsely, he could tell that the golden fire that Lao Deng gave him was different from the one he gave Mortarion -

Obviously, it gave him a lot of pain reminders.

Corax glanced at Conrad, his eyes full of questions like "Hmm...?", but the Primarch did not say anything, only silencing him with a gesture.

Then he nodded towards the Lord of Mankind.

Now, most of the Primarchs are present, except for our great Robert Guilliman, who is always on the way, and Hades who did not receive an invitation.

Mortarion and Sanguinius slowly stood up, and together with Angron, they surrounded the Lord of Mankind on three sides.

Magnus, Macador and Or Persson had also already prepared for the second wave of long-range assistance.

On the other side, two pairs of black pupils hidden in the darkness were flashing with bloodthirsty light.

Neos took a deep breath.

"bring it on."

he said lightly.

“I’ll play them all.”

(End of this chapter)