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

Chapter 783 [225.] Bad luck, bad luck
Which is more difficult to deal with, Chaos or the Necrons?

The answer to this question may be a little controversial, but at least for Hades now, restraint is more important than anything else.

Unfortunately, the Necrons are the ones to restrain him.

The ancient race that had passed away crawled out of the graves, and the faint light of absolute physical laws flickered in their empty pupils. Thousands of years ago, it was this race without any children that shattered dozens of star gods in the galaxy and imprisoned them as eternal lamps in front of their graves.

If Hades were to deal with this ancient race alone, it would seem a bit difficult.

But the good news is that Hades is never alone.

The entire human empire, along with the returned primarch, will stand on the battlefield together.

This was created by him, and he managed it with all his heart - compared to the golden old man who drew his sword against a certain descendant, the treatment given to Hades was obviously more than twice as good.

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"I don't recommend you do anything other than work."

Malcador said with relief that he had finally shaken off Neos, and when the Emperor rushed over again to try to drag him into disobeying Guilliman, Malcador simply slid forward and distanced himself from Neos in an extremely undignified way.

"I just want you to testify for me that I was indeed injured by the Necrons' assassination."

The Emperor calmly said that this was a lie, and that the Necrons that came to assassinate the Emperor were a whole level lower in strength than Hades.

Malcador crawled out, fearing that the Emperor would pester him again. Malcador was a mean person, and after realizing that something was wrong with Neos, he teleported over immediately.

Then he was entangled by Neos, among the corpses of Necrons all over the ground.

The Emperor walked towards Malcador calmly. Contrary to common sense, although Neos's pace seemed to be neither fast nor slow, the distance between him and Malcador was gradually narrowing.

"Go find Guilliman yourself!"

Malcador roared,

"Don't drag me into this again - and besides! They'll be here for you soon! If you're at leisure, Neos, go to work! Not to amuse me!"

Malcador finally understood that although the Emperor, who had handed over all official duties to Guilliman, still needed to work, his workload was still far lower than the Emperor's normal work efficiency, so Neos had begun to have some free time.

"..."

This is true.

The Emperor thought silently that, in fact, the Necrons that the entire human empire is facing now will be the most threatening race. If it were in the past, Neos would not have been able to help but be worried.

but now?
Now the Lord of the Empire is not the Emperor.

Neos had reason and confidence to believe that Guilliman would govern this country well. The power and responsibility had already been handed over. Instead of interfering with Guilliman's management, it would be better to let his heir give it a try.

For the new king, the best governing environment is that the old emperor no longer interferes in politics.

The best way to temper a new king and truly usher in the era of a primarch is to let them experience the vicissitudes of life.

Anyway…if they really can’t defeat the Necrons, the Emperor will simply force “people” to surrender, and if the Imperium is destroyed—the Chaos in the Warp won’t have an easy time in the future.

He, the Emperor, could only help his busy son in some small ways, and supplement him in some other directions...

The Emperor blinked, and just as he was about to use his psychic power to drag Malcador back, another burst of soul fire suddenly broke in, interrupting Neos's evil behavior.

This moment made the Emperor let Malcador escape. In the corridor of the lunar base, Neos blinked slowly, he turned around and saw the golden color that pleased him.

It was the Guardian Valdor.

"My Lord,"

Valdor's voice came dully from within his armor, and Neos guessed that he had just left Nurgle's gardens.

"I have some ideas - but it still takes more time."

The Emperor waved his hand, signaling Waldo to leave. As if he knew what he was talking about, Waldo saluted respectfully to the Emperor and then walked away again.

Now a small number of the Imperial Guards are stationed on the Terra Palace, responsible for the security of the palace, while the rest of the Imperial Guards still stubbornly follow Neos and guard the moon with him.

As for the Imperial Guard Valdo, he rarely appeared in people's sight after Bal and his party.

Not many people cared about Valdor. Although Valdor had always been dubbed the "Primarch of the Adeptus Custodes", most of the Primarchs did not pay much attention to him, whose overall strength was inferior to that of the Primarchs. He also criticized most of the Primarchs, including Pluto.

He is therefore the best candidate.

Because Waldo is loyal enough.

But... Neos lowered his eyes, his power gradually faded with Guilliman's rule. Although Valdor was loyal, he did not completely abide by the rules. Compared with some primarchs, Valdor was even more extreme.

It’s not like Neos hadn’t heard some rumors… The Lord in Yellow…

Forget it.

The emperor blinked, and his golden eyes, which seemed to be smiling, were filled with a light that others could not understand.

He listened attentively, and just as Valdor's footsteps faded away, the footsteps of the other primarchs began to sound hurriedly.

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【You didn’t see Mortarion’s look—shocked and startled.】

Angron spoke casually to the solemn-looking Sanguinius beside him, but this sentence did not ease the atmosphere. The archangel simply pursed his lips and smiled uneasily.

[…Don’t worry about what’s going to happen next, our angel.]

Angron teased, but Sanguinius merely glanced back at him, the sunlight filtering through the glass of the gallery, casting dappled shadows on the Archangel.

Sanguinius coughed hoarsely a few times, then he spoke sadly, very sadly,
[The Necrontyr...is not an enemy to be underestimated.]

Sanguinius recalled his meeting with the Silent King. At that time, he already knew that there existed a race in this galaxy that was far more powerful and ancient than the human race. The powerful alien king spoke to him politely and told Sanguinius the truth about the more ancient galaxy.

He knew then that the human empire alone was far from enough to fight against the Necrons.

Amidst the hypocrisy, or perhaps the true feelings, the Archangel half-seriously made friends with the Necromancer named the Silent King. He gave one of his masks to Szalak as a symbol of their friendship.

It also serves as a token that both parties can let each other off when necessary.

Of course, this was more to let the Silent King show leniency. Sanguinius's face became uglier and uglier. He knew that Szalak would never let humans go this time. The Star Gods and the Old Saints were the Achilles' heel of the Necrons.

How should he feel?

At that time, the Archangels were thankful and saddened that the Necrontyr had passed away. They regarded themselves more as the lawgivers and managers of the galaxy. But now, they were enraged and decided to take action themselves.

Sanguinius was upset. He did not want to witness the fall of the human empire. No one wanted to witness this, but now this fact was walking towards them like a huge gray rhino in the room.

If Sanguinius were to be honest, he would say that all of them were too optimistic - the prosperity of the empire at the moment led them to misjudge and choose the worst path.

But if they don't take this path, where can they go?

Sanguinius couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that every road would lead to a dead end. There was no hope in this galaxy.

A hand suddenly patted Sanguinius on his shoulder, and he suddenly felt warm. Sanguinius was startled.
【You are worrying too much again, my brother. 】

Angron said evenly, squeezing the archangel's shoulders.

[The worst outcome is destruction, but returning to the abyss that the empire could have fallen into ten thousand years ago——]

[Perhaps you and I should now consider how to negotiate with Neos, at least to prevent him from messing up his plan to revive Horus.]

Angron said deliberately, seeing that Sanguinius's face was dazed again, he deliberately used Horus to stimulate Sanguinius, so that the archangel would put aside his worries about the future.

In fact, all the Primarchs were worried, but most of them did not show it. Instead, all the Primarchs began to work hard, and the legions under their command were gathering at an unimaginable speed.

No joke, Robert Guilliman has initiated a bill requiring "military service for all adults" in the star regions directly governed by the Ultramarines.

Mortarion was even more ruthless. He launched a universal military model in the Storm Star Region and removed the age limit.

Perhaps for this Primarch, the average age of the Death Guard on Barbarus was around 13 years old, so age was not a problem.

The other Primarchs also showed their unique skills. Konrad Curze and the Night Lords directly emptied the prisons and prison planets. Those who obeyed orders became trench slaves, and those who disobeyed orders had their frontal lobes dug out and became mechanical servants.

Of course, Guilliman and Mortarion recruited soldiers by relying on their strong appeal and influence in the local area.

Perhaps, in front of the Necrons, the thing the Human Empire is most proud of is its population.

And now, it's time to conscript.

Thinking of this, Angron had to mourn for a moment for those whose peaceful lives were disrupted, but the fact was that the empire needed them to stand up and take up guns, otherwise the entire empire would be destroyed.

Sanguinius sighed. He felt the blood vessels in his forehead throbbing. Angron was right. He should do his best and leave the rest to fate. That was the way he should do it. Otherwise, the Lord of Red Sand would use Horus to provoke him again.

[You could change the subject——] The last syllable got stuck in the Archangel’s mouth. His blood-red pupils looked forward in disbelief, and Sanguinius was stunned.

【Um? 】

Angron followed Sanguinius's gaze absentmindedly, and then—he saw—he saw—

A Horus Lupercal who was smiling apologetically at them.

【Guilliman’s vacation——what?!】

Angron was stunned.

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[Eye of Silence]

Fulgrim is calm now.

Fugen wanted to sigh now.

Fugen didn't want to do anything right now.

The Primarch calmly sat on the alien chair, maintaining the necessary respectability for himself and for the human race. However, as a reception room, it was too dim.

Only a faint light like that of an eternal lamp illuminated the Primarch's thin and dim profile.

He should have thought of it earlier.

After visiting the Underworld Clan, Fulgrim once again came to the Necrons' reception room. He didn't want to say anything about it.

The only question is whether he can pick up the bones that were blown up into the sky by the strong wind in front of him just now to make a grave.

Compared to Fulgrim, who looked as hopeless as a dead heart, Dantioch, who was sitting next to the Primarch, was extremely angry. His eyes under the helmet were fixed on Abaddon, who was carefully placing himself on the chair beside the reception room.

"ABADON."

Dantioch spoke word by word, staring at Abaddon, as if he couldn't wait to kill him.

"What did you do?"

Abaddon, on the other hand, held his chin high, and tried to make himself look as puffy as possible - even though Fulgrim had no intention of paying any attention to Abaddon at the moment, the mere presence of a Primarch was already quite oppressive.

In the face of Dantioch's questioning, Abaddon just looked at his nose and his heart. He seemed to glance at his tongue, as if there was some slug that frightened him attached to it.

Dantioch wondered if, if he jumped up and punched Abaddon's nose now, Abaddon would immediately call for the Necrons to come and maintain order.

"I only act in accordance with the wishes of the Great Chaos."

Abaddon spoke sparingly, looking at Dantioch with a clear mind, the blood of the deceased Primarch.
"They want you to be destroyed and kill Hades, that's all."

There is no need to destroy the Emperor now. After the power was transferred out, the Lord of Mankind is gradually declining. In short, the individual combat power of the several Primarchs who have returned now cannot match the Emperor of the past, but if their combat power is added together -

Then it is definitely better than the emperor of that time.

As long as these Primarchs are given time, they will definitely grow into beings that are no less inferior to the Emperor.

But now...it's still a little inferior.

There is only one real threat - Pluto.

To deal with Pluto, this monster that is a mixture of a star god and a dark domain, there is no one more suitable than the Necrons. However, Abaddon does not know how the Chaos will make a decision if the Necrons win. The Necrons are not easy to deal with either.

"Chaos dog."

Dantioch roared, hot air coming out from between his teeth.

"There is no room for you to bark, son of Perturabo."

Abaddon said, and then he knew he had hit Dantioch's sore spot, and without any hesitation, the Warsmith rushed towards him desperately.

It just so happened that he was prepared. Abaddon stood up suddenly and was ready to fight.

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【Unknown Underworld Church】

【dusk】

The Hades Bishop He-32 was nervously counting supplies when the Nirvana terminal sent the order to assemble. A great war was about to begin, and the Hades, having heard the provocation of the Necrons, put all their efforts into a desperate fight with the Necrons.

Now most people have gone to assemble in advance by boat, and as the bishop of this small church, He-32 has no choice but to count the supplies in the rear.

You know, that's how the Underworld is. The higher your position, the more documents you have to review.

crunch--

The tightly closed church door was gently pushed open a little. The bishop, who had his back to the door, was suddenly startled. He turned around.
"Sorry, the church is not open right now during the war preparation period."

But after seeing the visitor clearly, He-32 was stunned.

The entire Hades Church was dark, with only a ray of afterglow from the setting sun, like a blazing fire, shining through the crack of the opened door and falling right at the feet of the Hades statue.

The giant was standing there in silence.

【Feel sorry,】

The visitor spoke calmly, without any trace of shame in his words.

The bishop was a little confused. Why was that man so tall? He was taller than all the Ogryns he had seen. Was he still an ordinary person?
He-32 became nervous and pressed his left foot backwards inconspicuously. Yes, the alarm button was placed on the heel of his left shoe by the bishop.

[I just wanted to take a look, I have no ill intentions.]

Mortarion said calmly. He looked up thoughtfully and saw the rough, tall sculpture of Hades. Hades' face was covered by a hood... but that aura...

Why is it familiar yet strange?

[Mortarion] subconsciously reached out his hand and touched the dark tear marks on his cheek. It was this feeling... this feeling that made him feel powerless and futile.

It's like kneeling in a flowing river, desperately trying to stop the water from flowing with your hands.

He looked around and finally sat quietly on the bench. Mortarion stared at the bishop calmly. The bishop's alarm would never be sounded, and the bishop was now a dead man.

[Bishop, are you willing to guide a sinful soul to the underworld? ]

[Mortarion] asked softly, but his eyes were so bright, like the flames of hell that never go out.

"...The Hades will not accept those who are too sinful, but Hades is merciful - as long as you are unwilling to cast your soul into chaos, then no matter how ugly your soul is, He is willing to accept you into the Styx."

He-32 tried to keep his voice steady, but the tremor in the bishop's voice still echoed in the church.

Mortarion just stared at him, unblinking.

【yes,】

Then, the chief rebel said dryly,
[So that's how it is. This is indeed like him.]

【…】

【but……】

[Mortarion] no longer looked at the bishop. He raised his head thoughtfully and looked at the tall and solemn sculpture. The sculpture neither looked at him nor spoke. It was just a sculpture - he had become the core of the entire empire.

It's really emotional.

Why did such a great man, who was capable of becoming the core of the entire human empire and shouldering the fate of the entire human race, die in Barbaros under his watch?

Did they do something wrong? Or was this fate line destined to be cursed and punished?

They created hell with their own hands.

【but,】

Mortarion stared at the statue, trying to make out the face behind the hood and shadows, but to his regret, the statue did not have the face of Hades at all.

It’s too late.

[Motarion] sat quietly in the church. The night bells rang out and slipped into the dim church through the small crack in the door. The visitor sat there, just sitting there, as if he had nothing else to do in the rest of his life.

The bishop who was receiving the distinguished guest had already fallen asleep and would never open his eyes again.

Mortarion just sat there.

(End of this chapter)