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

Chapter 736 180. The Final Kill
Machado knew he was doomed.

None could refuse the Emperor, and no Primarch could refuse a Master of Mankind who was revealing his true feelings.

Every word the Lord of Mankind said was true, and you knew he was telling the truth. You looked at his slightly tangled hair, the earnestness and the starlight in his eyes, and your heart was so shaken.

But your mind cries out in the swaying storm, and the cry penetrates the storm, telling you -

Neos just wanted to run.

He said this with the ultimate goal of escaping and adding burden to your subsequent work.

So you know he can't leave.

But you are so shaken.

Malcador took a deep breath, telling himself that he must not waver in his stance. The young man glanced at the Primarchs calmly again.

Unfortunately, among the Primarchs, only Mortarion seemed to maintain an absolutely firm stance, while Hades remained calm on the surface, but Malcador knew that Hades would not let the old man get away.

The Demon Runeman sighed tiredly inwardly. At this moment, the excellent virtue of "stubbornness" was reflected. Mortarion's stubbornness made him the most determined one.

【Yes,】

The Pale Lord spoke first.

[You are a bastard - so I am not going to let you go. I have arranged a work list for you. In a standard Terra week, you are allowed to rest for seven hours, and then you work or fight, it is up to you to choose.]

Finus coughed, but it was Magnus who spoke first. Magnus spoke weakly, but he was the first to oppose Mortarion.

[We shouldn’t be so harsh… maybe we can be more lenient…]

Under Mortarion's death gaze, Magnus's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

Magnus sat back and decided to keep quiet, and the Red King opened his hand, signaling him to mute his microphone.

I never thought your pain was so deep.

A deep voice sounded, and the Fire Dragon Lord's burning eyes sparkled with crystals. The tall and strong Vulkan looked at the Human Lord with a sincere voice.

[I am ashamed of my previous opinion of you - I did not understand your arrangements for the Primarchs...]

Vulkan was silent for a moment, but his tone was full of confusion and hesitation.
[No, I still cannot understand your cruel arrangement for your offspring. I may not be able to forgive you for this - but I will change my previous opinion.]

Vulkan sighed. It was for the suffering of his brothers and the Lord of Mankind that the merciful Primarch felt pain. He would rather have such torture inflicted on himself.

Malcador caught a glimpse of the Emperor's smile widening, which was not a good thing.

Then Vulkan looked toward Mortarion,
[I know you hate him - I don't ask you to forgive him, but I just hope...]

Vulkan was silent for a moment, then spoke again.
【At least give him more freedom. 】

The Emperor's forced smile disappeared again.

Mortarion sneered,
[I'll consider it, then it will be seven hours and seven seconds.]

There was a laugh, and it was Conrad who laughed.

[This joke is so dull that I can’t laugh.]

Angron interjected silently, taking a sip of warm water from his mug as he watched Corax use violence to silence Conrad.

A long sigh suddenly sounded.

Neos spread his hands.
"Even so, you still don't want me to leave? My children, in fact, after distributing my power to you, I have already lost most of my strength and wisdom - even if I want to, objectively I can no longer bear the heavy responsibility."

[You can go to the battlefield and do whatever you want, but you can't leave. ]

Sanguinius interrupted, the Archangel shed tears of blood, his face was bitter,

[Leave... to find Horus, right? ]

Neos remained calm on the surface. He opened his mouth without hesitation.

"Or spend more time with you guys."

Malcador immediately let out a weird laugh and pointed at Neos.

"Do you really believe what he said?!"

[Why... can't...]

Magnus's weak voice sounded, and this time not only Magnus, but also Corax cast a frowning look at Malcador. Finus shook his head slightly, and Guilliman coughed.

There is a kind of beauty that has not been cruelly deceived by the emperor.

Makado commented sharply in his heart.

"And, my children."

Neos continued calmly. Seeing that most of the Primarchs wanted him to stay and work, the only difference was whether he had to work less or more, Neos decided to put pressure on them.

"I don't think you can keep an eye on me, someone who is determined to leave - I don't think you can hold me prisoner."

This is the core of the problem. The Lord of Mankind knows that the Primarchs will always give him a chance to escape. He can wait patiently. The only difference is that it will be more troublesome to return to Terra in the future, but this is nothing compared to true freedom.

【I will always keep my eyes on you. 】

A hoarse, ghost-like voice sounded, and Mortarion stared at Neos as if he were looking at a dead man, as if he knew for the first time how shameless this old man was.

[There is always a way, psychic power, contract, technology... Neos... you are underestimating your offspring. ]

Mortarion's threat made the Emperor want to laugh, but he held it back. He simply looked at Mortarion kindly, telling him with his expression that this was not realistic.

[So, Hades, can you try to use the Black Domain to track down the Emperor? ]

Guilliman, who had been silent since entering, suddenly spoke. Out of respect, he chose to use Hades' real name, but it made him a little dizzy. He should have saved some strength for himself.

"Theoretically yes."

Hades said so. He has been thinking about this problem.
"But I think the Emperor has a way to mislead me, so my answer is that I can't keep an eye on him all the time. As long as the time is right, Neos will probably leave directly."

Neos could conceal his psychic powers, or leave behind a large portion of them to mislead Hades. Hades was also very sure that Neos' psychic powers could be disguised as the souls of ordinary people - he had seen Neos use this trick with his own eyes.

Guilliman looked serious, as if thinking. He turned to look at Mortarion again.

[Mortarion, can you fully guarantee to keep an eye on our father? Or is there anyone here who can fully keep an eye on him?]

This is indeed the core of the problem. No one can really lock up Neos, let alone hold down his head and make him work.

For a moment, there was complete silence at the table. The long silence made the smile on Neos's face grow bigger and bigger. Mortarion looked almost mad, his ferocious eyes were full of bloodshot.

Guilliman sighed again, and spread his hands helplessly.
I understand.

[That is to say, with the help of Pluto, we may be able to defeat the Lord of Humanity now, but we are still unable to build an effective custody environment. ]

Guilliman concluded, his brow making him look rather speechless,
[I think that unless we use words to shake our father and make him change his mind and continue to serve the empire, we will not be able to force him to work.]

Hades heard Mortarion curse Barbarus under his breath.

【But I don’t think any of us can convince the Lord of Mankind.】

Guilliman continued, looking at them all, and opening his hands,
【Or are you willing to try? 】

Hades saw Vulcan open his mouth, but Fenus beside Vulcan shook his head at him, so Vulcan remained silent, and Conrad stabbed Corax with his claws, signaling the raven to shut up.

【So!】

Guilliman took a deep breath, and the Regent stood up suddenly, his expression between helplessness and speechlessness.
[Then let’s discuss the power arrangements after the Emperor leaves——]

He looked at Neos with a serious expression.
[No matter how deep the hatred and misunderstanding between us are, we can at least agree on one point, that is, the empire must continue. ]

Neos could almost be described as being in high spirits now, with a smile of imminent victory hanging on the corners of his mouth. He simply ignored the primarchs' gazes that were aimed at him, which could almost kill him.

[Just like that, let him go? ]

Mortarion spoke word by word, but Guilliman looked at him expressionlessly.

[Or maybe you have a better suggestion, Pale Lord. ]

Hades watched as Mortarion crushed his gauntlet.

Mortarion had never been so angry before. Facing the facts that could not be changed, he wanted to smash the bottle in his hand on Neos' head immediately.
He hated his own weakness so much that he couldn't keep an eye on Neos, imprison him, force him to work, and force him to struggle among painful documents.

【Okay, okay, okay.】

Mortarion spoke heavily, breathing rapidly,

[Let's play another game next, Neos.]

Guilliman sighed, and as if by magic, he produced a stack of documents out of thin air. He stood behind Neos with his hands on the corner of the chair.

【Let’s discuss the details. 】

[Wait, you already prepared the agreement?! ]

Angron pointed at Guilliman in disbelief, and Guilliman shrugged.

[I was a little late on the way here because I was discussing the possible agreement with Finus.]

【? ! ! 】

"calm!"

Hades suddenly blocked Mortarion's flying fist, and Hades stared at Guilliman in confusion.

Is Guilliman really that kind of person? It seems so.

But... Hades stared at Guilliman in confusion. Because of the black domain, everything was dark in the psychic perspective of the psychic. Therefore, only Hades could see the extremely large and dazzling psychic energy behind Guilliman - as if waiting for something.

"Don't fight here. I'll declare war with you after we get out."

Hades said, trying to persuade Mortarion for the time being, but Mortarion fell completely silent. He sat down, surrounded by white mist, and sulked alone.

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

[After an unknown period of time]

Conrad and Corax were playing a card game with cups in the kitchen, while Magnus watched them.

Angron was cooking desserts, the Lord of Red Sand was bending over, decorating cupcakes, and behind him, Malcador and Or were chatting while holding the desserts made by the Lord of Red Sand.

Neos, Guilliman, Sanguinius and Finus were sitting around a long table discussing something. The paper contracts transformed by Guilliman's psychic power stretched from the table to the ground, and were densely spread out to the kitchen door.

Vulkan stood beside Finus, not talking or discussing, just watching.

Mortarion was still sulking in his seat, white smoke piled up on the ceiling, almost making one think that there was a fire in the kitchen, while Hades, who was snoring, was leaning against the sulking Mortarion, sleeping soundly.

[Well, that's about it. Give me a few minutes, I'll go find the others to explain - and borrow their psychic energy to swear an oath later.]

Guilliman said, nodding to Sanguinius and Fenus. Fenus was still arguing with Neos over the management of the Custodes, but Guilliman and Sanguinius thought it was insignificant, so Fenus continued to negotiate with the Emperor, while Guilliman took the drafted contract to find other people.

Friends,

Guilliman walked to the kitchen door and called out, and everyone looked over.

【Oh, you lose. 】

Conrad pointed to the collapsing mountain of cups, but Corax, holding the cup in his hand, gave him a glare, indicating that Conrad should respect Guilliman.

Curze shrugged helplessly and decided to remain quiet for the next five minutes. If Guilliman was still reciting his long and boring treaty after five minutes, he would scream and smash Angron's cupcake into Guilliman's face.

[I know you don't want to hear the details, so the final result is that the Emperor will pass the throne to me in a nominal sense - I know what you want to ask, this is only in a nominal sense, in order to avoid political chaos in the empire, after having this title, I will form a direct parliament, and all decision-making power belongs to the parliament. ]

Koz decided to give up his previous decision.

[Ah! Great King Guilliman! ]

He shouted, raising his hands dramatically.
[You finally stopped pretending? An ambitious person from the Five Hundred Worlds?]

Guilliman stared directly at Curze. Curze felt a moment of horror. Guilliman's eyes were a little too inhuman.
【The reason for this conclusion is that】

Guilliman spoke slowly, word by word, with a horrified look on his face.

[No one wants to be the nominal supreme leader of this empire.]

Of course Sanguinius was unwilling, but Mortarion? Forget it, the Empire needs a traditional positive image, and as for Hades...

Guilliman wanted to admit that he was the best candidate, but unfortunately the Black Domain restricted the location of Hades.

The supreme leader of the empire needs to have a certain warp meaning, because this represents a kind of soul protection rather than soul extraction.

You can't let a guy who eats human souls become the first leader. The leadership of the Empire has a Warp meaning. If Hades becomes the leader, then the souls of all mankind will slowly lean towards him - until he has eaten up all human souls.

At least the meaning of Hades' subspace is that only souls who believe in Hades will be sucked into it.

Malcador sneered and raised the dessert in his hand like a wine glass.
"Congratulations, Guilliman, I knew it would be you."

【I am in a bad mood right now.】

Guilliman said, his expression was indeed a little scary, his eyes were like the rolling waves of the sea, making it impossible to see the monster under the sea.

[Malcador, I hope I won't catch your next mistake.]

Makado laughed like he was coughing. The boy seemed to have heard something funny, and tears came out of his eyes.
"I'm looking forward to it - and my neck is still aching. This is your growth, and I should sincerely wish you the best."

【I hope I can not accept your blessing,】

Guilliman shook his head and held out a hand.

[If you have no objection, please give me some of your psychic energy. This is related to the oath that follows. I know that our psychic energy cannot make the Emperor comply with all of it, but at least it will make him pay the price after he violates the contract.]

"I will obey the orders of the great Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds."

Malcador bowed dramatically and was the first to step forward without hesitation. His psychic power lit up and Guilliman's demeanor changed slightly.

Without any hesitation, Malcador gave all of his psychic power to Guilliman.

"rely on you."

Malcador shaped the words with his mouth, then stepped back easily.

With Malcador's proofing, things became much simpler. Angron patted Guilliman on the shoulder and told him not to be too stressed. Corax shook hands with Guilliman solemnly and promised him to try the holographic game together next time. Magnus said some comforting nonsense, and Conrad spat at Guilliman, and was then pinned to the ground and beaten by Corax and Angron.

So Guilliman walked back, Sanguinius gave him the blood with a complicated expression, Vulkan gave him a passionate hug, and Fenus said to him earnestly, "Come on!"

After that……

Guilliman turned and looked at Mortarion, who had remained silent.

At this moment, Robert Guilliman has become even bigger and more magnificent. Because of the influence of his authority, he is almost like the king that everyone dreams of. He is only one step away from being worthy of the title.

As long as he takes this step, the king who truly wears the crown can obtain power that others can hardly imagine. The warp will open its doors to him and fulfill the vision of the new demigod.

Mortarion did not move.

Guilliman sighed, his face showing fatigue and apology.
【I am sorry. I know you are extremely upset, Mortarion.】

Guilliman wanted to say something more, but his words paled in the face of Mortarion.

Guilliman's mouth moved, and finally he stood up and held out his hand to Mortarion, his eyes shining.
【Will you trust me for once, Mortarion?】

Robert Guilliman said, before Mortarion could respond, Hades, who was leaning beside him and snoring, suddenly slid down and woke up.

"Ah? Ah?! What happened?!"

Hades asked blankly, but Mortarion moved at this moment, he held Guilliman's hand, his eyes cold under his hood.

【Go. 】

The Pale Lord said coldly, letting go of his hand, Robert Guilliman was the destined king, holding [Power] and [Reason], and it was time for him to wear the crown.

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief silently, but his heart was in suspense again. He hoped that he would succeed - after all, he had no talent in psychic powers before.

He walked before the Emperor, where the last piece of paper lay scattered before him, on which his true name had been signed in gold. Guilliman strode over, picked up a quill at random, and signed the name his adoptive parents had given him.

【bring it on. 】

Robert Guilliman said, he looked at the Emperor, smiled, stood up and pushed away the chair. There was nothing to say. Guilliman did not need any complicated ceremony at this moment. They only needed a simple process, and then he could do what he really wanted to do.

This was the first time he had made such a sacrifice.

Behind the long table, Roboute Guilliman half-knelt before the Lord of Mankind.

Neos, who had been smiling and fantasizing about the future, finally became serious. He said nothing, but just looked at Robert.

Then, golden light ignited, and the Emperor reached out and took off his laurel wreath from his head. It was not a real crown, but it was enough. It was a process.

He then bestowed the Emerald Leaf Crown upon Roboute Guilliman.

A dazzling golden light lit up! Robert Guilliman slowly stood up, his golden hair shining like the blazing sun at noon, his eyes seemed to reflect the endless sea surface under the sun. This was a historic moment -

Despite the sloppy and ridiculous scene, Coze in the kitchen had already set up a new round of card-drawing cups.

Neos finally couldn't help but smile. He looked at Robert Guilliman, so satisfied and in such a good mood. The Emperor in a good mood was waiting for Guilliman to make his speech - as a reward for his good offspring, he could wait a few more minutes before running away.

He looked at Guilliman in silence, and Guilliman looked at him in silence.

Around them, the Primarchs were also silent, not knowing what to say, whether to congratulate or express condolences.

Guilliman stretched out his hand, condensed his spiritual energy, and took out a stack of agreements from thin air!
【Now, sign this, my people.】

Emperor Roboute Guilliman said to human citizen Neos.

Then, under Neos's incredulous and shocked gaze, the Lord of Mankind's hand automatically reached towards the pen without any control!
"???!!!!!!"

I thought about it for a long time.

Roboute Guilliman said, feeling his own psychic energy flare up, fighting against the massive backlash.

[Finally, I think the only anchor that can constrain you is your "human" identity, but you are the master of mankind and the king of the empire, so you avoid this risk. ]

Humanity, this is the Emperor's most stable and easiest point to be anchored!
【But now you are not. 】

Robert Guilliman smiled sincerely, it was worth it, everything was worth it, he had to bear this responsibility and title, but it was all worth it.

[Also, just like Mortarion has the ability to kill people,]

Guilliman opened his hands. At this moment, he looked like a real devil in Neos' eyes.

[Just now, the ability I awakened is to make people work unconditionally - because I am the nominal king of the empire. ]

Roboute Guilliman spoke words that were enough to make everyone present tremble.

[Sign it,]

Roboute Guilliman said, as he pointed out the words on the paper to the Emperor.
【Look, you have half an hour's break every day. 】

Mortarion couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard that he fell off his chair and was shaking all over.

(End of this chapter)