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

Chapter 784 226. The last rest before the battle

Guilliman looked at the document in front of him and sighed.

He covered his forehead, became listless, and then sighed.

Finally, Guilliman sighed again.

He no longer wanted to work, so the Lord of the Empire simply put down his pen. He raised his head calmly, his eyes seeming to penetrate layers of defenses and doors.

【Come in, my...】

Guilliman emphasized the last word.

【brother.】

Then the door was pushed open with a creak, and Guilliman stared at the visitor speechlessly, while the visitor put on an awkward smile.

【Guilliman, long time no see. 】

Horus, who was dressed in casual clothes, said, subconsciously wanting to give Guilliman a hug, even though his memory of Guilliman still remained on the ambitious Guilliman from ten thousand years ago.

But the Primarch's actions were interrupted by the huge desk between the two of them, and the documents covering the desk - there was already a pathetically thick barrier between them.

In the end, it was Guilliman who broke the awkwardness. Guilliman stood up heavily, rubbed his nose, took a deep breath, and took a few steps out to meet Horus.

Gave Horus a brief, exhausted, buffalo-like hug.

Guilliman then immediately released his arm and looked at Horus.

[I had a feeling you would come back... Neos' workload always had errors, but I was too busy to review it myself.]

The corner of Horus' mouth twitched for a moment. This time when he returned, he felt that he was completely unable to keep up with the conversation among his brothers.

It's not just the Emperor's abdication, there are other more complicated things. Sanguinius has become so tired and unfamiliar, while Konrad has fallen into an absurd madness, and Mortarion has become... more casual?
Okay, but the biggest problem is the Emperor's abdication.

The emperor has abdicated.

The new emperor is Robert Guilliman in front of him.

It's Robert Guilliman!
Ambitious Guilliman. Horus thought of Guilliman during the Great Crusade, and also of what he heard during the Hour of Chaos about Guilliman establishing the Second Empire. Everything had a traceable path. From the ambitious Guilliman to the King of the Human Empire, every step Guilliman took was so solid.

If it were the Horus of the past, Horus might have directly ridiculed Guilliman, or maybe even worse, he would have directly attacked Robert.

but now……

The Wolf God blinked, he felt that too many things had changed, and he himself felt guilty about his previous actions. He had done too many wrong things. Even if it wasn't Guilliman, it wouldn't be him in this position, it wouldn't be Horus Lupercal.

Perhaps it should be Sanguinius - but the Archangel has been deeply hurt by this position, and perhaps only Guilliman, only Robert can be qualified for this position.

His father's willingness to bring him back was the greatest gift.

Horus felt a little pale, a little sad, and a little powerless, but facing the cruel reality, he had to smile.

【I thought I would be furious when I saw you,】

Horus said sincerely, looking at the shining crown between Guilliman's golden hair. Guilliman wore a scarlet castle-shaped one today.

[But now I feel relieved that you will be the best candidate to lead the empire to glory - the Lord of the Empire. ]

Before he finished speaking, Horus knelt down and saluted. Guilliman tried to stop Horus from saluting, but they all knew that it was just a formality. After simply refusing two or three times, Guilliman accepted Horus's salute.

Horus stood up and looked at Guilliman with a complicated expression.

Lupercal's previous ambitions had dissipated. He chose to betray the Emperor when he needed him most. Horus no longer asked the Emperor to forgive him, but the Lord of Mankind once again forgave him.

He knew very well that he was unfortunate, but compared with his brothers, he was so lucky. The only thing that was worthy of consolation and gratitude was that Neos would never forget Horus, and Horus had nothing else to ask for.

Oh no.

Horus suddenly thought that there was one thing he still couldn't let go of, and that was Sanguinius - how much he hoped that the archangel would shine again, instead of being so sad and lazy as he was now.

But no matter what, this is something Horus Lupercal needs to work on himself, and Guilliman doesn't need to worry about it.
【Then I will take my leave first. 】

Guilliman nodded, but there was a gleam in his eyes as he looked at Horus.

At this time of national crisis, Guilliman thought he would assign work to Horus directly after evaluating his work efficiency, but it turned out that his heart was far kinder than he thought.

[Then you... spend more time with the Lord of Mankind and Sanguinius, and I won't arrange any work for you for now.]

Guilliman nodded, signaling that Horus's hypocritical condolences could end. He had already met his newly returned brother, and it was time to get back to work.

Not all the Primarchs were familiar with each other. Except for Angron, who could talk to anyone, and the relationships between Guilliman and Corax, and Mortarion and Konrad, the other Primarchs still maintained a relatively long social distance.

It is even rarer to find someone as familiar with someone as Hades, who completely disregards their status.

Of course, this is also due to Hades' own efforts. It is very difficult for people of their status to not put on airs and not care about reputation.

Horus, who was about to turn around and leave, was stunned when he heard this.

[I will,] he said unconsciously, [but Sanguinius does not want to see me...]

Guilliman sighed.

Give him some time.

Guilliman said wearily,

[But not now, Horus, Sanguinius' best position now is on the battlefield - I know there are many misunderstandings and old things between you, but now is not a good time to reminisce, the Necrons' army is gathering. ]

Horus wanted to explain something again, but when he looked at Guilliman who looked tired, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

[Guilliman, I have heard some rumors about this battle... but you are not panicking because you are sure, right? ]

【No,】

Guilliman shook his head and smiled lightly.

[I'm not sure at all. I've talked to the Necromancer Trazyn about this, and I believe this will be the closest we've ever been to extinction.]

【Then why? ! 】

[Because I have experienced too many similar things. ]

Guilliman smiled bitterly again and looked at Horus. Horus had a kind of happiness that had not been eroded by the vicissitudes of time.

It is also a kind of beauty protected by the emperor.

The Lord of Mankind would not treat his Thirteenth like this, but it didn't matter, Roboute Guilliman's father was King Konor of Macragge.

Guilliman and the Primarchs who have now returned to the Imperium have long passed the period of wanting the Emperor’s attention—

A person's praise and love are irrelevant. The boundless gold on the map is the real battlefield where one needs to make achievements.

Every time,

Guilliman raised his voice slightly.
[Every time I was close to extinction, from the tearing apart of the empire, the Greenskin War, to the fall of Sanguinius... I have experienced too many similar things. I am not panicking now, my brother, because I am numb. ]

What he said made Horus's eyes sharp, but more of it was sympathy for Guilliman - Horus was not the most ruthless among the Primarchs, on the contrary, being close to the emotions of mortals would make him understand these things better. This look made Guilliman feel a little comforted, because most of the others were as miserable as him, or thought he deserved it.

But Guilliman absorbed the emotion well. As he said, work numbs a person. Perhaps being a king can also be like this, but it is still not as wearying as his work.

【and,】

Guilliman smiled.
[Hades is also my friend, my most capable office comrade, and the most efficient anti-chaos computer in the empire. There is no need for me to abandon my best friend for an alien race.]

Hades...

Horus thought that as of the time he woke up, he had not seen Hades yet, and he did not want to visit Hades. Besides, perhaps when he approached Hades, Mortarion's scythe would hit Horus directly on the head.

[I will choose a suitable time to visit Pluto,]

Horus said cautiously,
[I know, wait until the war is over.]

But...will the war ever really be over?
..............................

【Terra】

"Uh,"

Hades was silent for a moment and looked ahead of him.

"Yellow Skin, I think you are a little extreme."

"is it?"

Neos said complacently as he strolled among the solemn-looking Primarchs at the Emperor's feet. The psychic energies of the Primarchs floated out, as if guided by the faint golden light that surrounded the Emperor.

Among them were Mortarion, Sanguinius, Corax, Konrad, Vulkan, and Angron. Hades narrowed his eyes. He was not sure whether the Primarchs had retained their physical forms, because in Hades' eyes, the figures of these Primarchs were becoming more and more blurred.

"I'm just loosening up their muscles."

The Emperor said in a casual tone,
"So that they can better enter the warp in the war that follows."

"But does that mean they're more likely to be expelled from the physical world?"

"That's the theory - otherwise why didn't I do this before? But as long as there are enough believers around them, they will be firmly rooted in the physical world and feed back the power of faith to the believers."

"And, at worst,"

The Emperor's eyes drifted downwards, and Hades felt as if he was staring at his hand? Hades pulled his hand back.

"And you, our Hades - are you willing to contribute your pinky knuckles to stabilize the physical anchor for the Primarchs?"

……

Hades' eyes twitched. It seemed that Old Deng was still thinking about the grudge from ten thousand years ago.
"I can give you the eternally charged black stone."

"Really? That's a pity."

Neos slowly moved around Mortarion's energy.

"I think the Primarchs would rather collect your pinky knuckle."

Sure enough, the little knuckle was not necessary, Hades was sweating like a soybean, it was just that Neos wanted to avenge his previous humiliation.

"No, they don't want to."

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

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's really over this time."

Anxious footsteps echoed crisply on the museum floor, and Orikan tried to roll his eyes in a very human way, causing the green light in his eyes to flicker.

"You should have expected this day to come."

Orikan said, his eyes once again focused on the silk thread beside him that symbolized time. He needed to spend a lot of energy keeping an eye on fate at all times to ensure that no one dared to do anything under his nose.

"Yeah - but I managed to escape every time! But this time is different!"

"What is the difference?"

"I can just leave most of my wealth behind and run away, but the human empire can't escape. The two races have already declared war on each other."

Trazyn's metal bones creaked as if he was getting anxious, and in the distance, there was the sound of the Hades Beetle cleaning up the assassins.

Orikan raised his eyes to look at Trazyn, the museum curator now wearing the body that Hades had carefully prepared for him. This Necron Overlord was much larger than the Necrons of his class. Trazyn was almost bigger than the Silent King.

There is no way around it. The aesthetic of the human empire is that bigger is better.

"you--"

Orikan's voice was stuck, and he looked at the extremely majestic Trazyn. Trazyn's headdress was spread out like a cobra, and the flowing silver and bright green enamel reflected light on it. The scarlet cloak made of nanorobots extended under two shoulder pads like raised animal heads, swaying with Trazyn's movements.

However, Trazyn's movements and posture were extremely vulgar. He didn't look like a lord, but more like a thief.

"You hesitated?"

"no!"

Trazyn almost jumped up. It no longer had the confidence and calmness it had when it fooled the old Necron general. Instead, it looked like a mouse with a corner of its tail stepped on.

"It's just--it's just--"

Trazyn's hands trembled.
"It's still a little uncertain now. If the entire Necrontyr tribe goes out, the chances of winning will be too slim. I don't know if I have harmed Hades and the others."

Humans were like newborn calves. They had never faced the wrath of the Silent King Szalak, and naturally did not know how terrifying it was.

Orikan sneered.
"If it weren't for you, that damn Hades would have been buried in Cadia long ago - Trazyn, you are too cowardly."

This timid Tarazim actually made Orricken feel somewhat happy. Unlike Tarazim, Orricken believed that he was completely above the Necrontyr/Necromancer. Both the Silent King and the Storm King were lower than the Star Lord.

It was too lazy to fight for power. For Orikan, ruling over those mindless slaves did not bring any sense of accomplishment, far less than the glimpse it got when it looked up at the stars.

So when Trazyn showed some fear, Orikan felt satisfied instead, because it proved that it was strong.

It was therefore in a mood to comfort Trazyn.

"Besides, it's not all Necrons—how do you know the Storm King will agree with the Silent King's orders?"

"but--"

Orikan raised his hand and made a silencing gesture.

"Have you forgotten that I am the Fate Advisor to the Storm King? Give me a clone of yourself, Trazyn, and let me do it - I will make sure the Storm King is present, but his first target will be the Silent King."

"?! I thought you weren't so kind as to help humans."

"I am only rectifying fate."

(End of this chapter)