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

Chapter 795 [237.] You and I, staring at each other
Roboute Guilliman was silent.

The emperor, who had just assumed the throne, was so confused and shocked that people could see these two emotions on his face, which always concealed his expression very well.
His deep blue eyes were trembling slightly in the eye sockets that stared at official documents day and night.

Looking back on Roboute Guilliman's eventful life, he had experienced the ups and downs of brothers turning against each other, witnessed the curtain fall, and turned the tide. He had seen the fall of Sanguinius and the betrayal of Malcador; he had seized power between the fall of gods, and had also defeated the Emperor at the dinner table.

In short, as Robouti Guilliman, Lord of the Imperium, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Macragge, Father of the Ultramarines Legion, and the Imperium's greatest nuclear-powered beast of burden, what has Guilliman not seen?

Sorry, Guilliman has never seen such a scene before.

Even though he had heard of that absurd fate in Rogal Dorn, and even though Guilliman had imagined it countless times in his mind, when that "Robert" stood before him, Guilliman suddenly realized that his previous mental preparation was nothing but emptiness.

That [Robert Guilliman] was standing there.

stand in front of him.

He... is more like an emperor.

Robert Guilliman was not wearing armor.

The night is deep, twinkling stars flash across the black silk.

The wide dark blue cloak fell behind him, like the tail feathers of a black phoenix dragging on the ground, and the gold patterns of the gilded jacquard opened their eyes on the white glaze skin, reflecting different lights every moment as the [Original Body] moved.

The true colors of the empire are gold, white and red.

But that [Empire] is clearly not.

The emperor re-determined its correct color, changed the etiquette and laws, divided the dimensions, and ruled the heaven and the earth - black was the correct color, and blue was the leader.

The winner has the right to decide.

Among the gilded jacquard, medals and ribbons, that face is dazzling at this moment.

His face was just the right amount of thin, not as bony as a homeless man, nor as rich as a wealthy man. His face was God-given, hard as a rock.

On the knife-like nose bridge, the pair of blue eyes in the deep eye sockets are flowing with the starlight of the Milky Way for thousands of years, as if the entire Milky Way is flowing in his eyes.

And the fact is that, whether people believe it or not, the smiling Robert Guilliman in front of them is in charge of the entire galaxy——

Everyone should kneel down before him.

kneel.

In front of such a [Robert Guilliman], the dazzling crown on his head inlaid with countless gems faded and turned into an insignificant colorful pebble on the seashore.

The entire ocean is surging in front of you, so how can you pay attention to the stones at your feet?

He is the sea, he is the Milky Way.

The King's kingdom is an extension of the King's hands, feet and consciousness.

Magnus, who had tucked himself into the shadows in the corner, finally turned his gaze away from Guilliman. He quickly glanced at their Robert, his eyes moving back and forth between the two Roberts. Guilliman's expression was obviously becoming more and more gloomy.

Compared with the black and blue Guilliman, the Guilliman on their side was obviously more tired and more... more vicissitudes of life?

Guilliman's golden hair was not as silky as carved marble like the one opposite him. Instead, it was ruffled by the king's distress due to long-term sitting at the desk. The golden hair was messy, and it brought out the bloodshot in Guilliman's eyes.

Their Guilliman was more like an employee who had toiled in an office for half his life, except that he would hold a cigarette in his mouth and smoke it leaning against the window in his spare time.

As if realizing the differences between himself and the other party, Guilliman took a deep breath.

He felt a little tired - Guilliman knew why he felt this way, he saw another him, another person he could have been.

A "bright" future that disregards moral bottom lines and treats others as tools in one's hands.

Many times, as long as you abandon your moral bottom line and indulge yourself, things will often be solved well and there will be enough room for indulgence.

Guilliman could even imagine his own private bathhouse across the way, occupying the entire continent of Terra - a bath flowing with milk, honey, and lead-laced wine.

Guilliman sighed again in his heart.

Now was not the time for him to express his feelings.

Everyone had already moved away, as if leaving the arena for the verbal battle entirely to the two Guillimans. As long as they raised their eyes slightly, the two Guillimans would meet their gazes.

Roboute Guilliman could feel everyone's eyes wandering between him and that "him" -

The only good thing is that [Mortarion] is obviously much more eye-catching than this [Guilliman].

Even Guilliman himself, after recovering from the shock of seeing his other self, couldn't help but look at that [Mortarion].

Is that... Mortarion?

A tall and polite, gloomy and distinguished grey-haired man was standing in front of them. His eyes were not as sharp as Mortarion's, but rather a little gentle and evasive.

It's like surrendering to the whole world.

Seeing people's eyes looking at him, Mortarion bowed slightly and saluted.

Sanguinius felt that Magnus beside him was about to scream, but the archangel was quick to act and gently patted Magnus with his wings, stopping Magnus from pointing at Mortarion in amazement.

[Mortarion] is many times better than the psychic Mortarion with mutant wings and lepidopteran who is emitting vulture poison gas behind them. At first glance, he is many times better.

Guilliman didn't need to look back to know that Mortarion was now spewing out a large amount of smoke. The breath was so strong that it had already blown up the hair on the back of Guilliman's head. Guilliman felt a coolness on his back.

Mortarion's expression must be very interesting now.

Guilliman thought with a tense expression, it was a pity that he could not look back to appreciate it now, but had to deal with the crisis from "himself".

【I don't understand you.】

Guilliman said, his tone majestic, even though the person facing him was just a projection of Guilliman.

【Alliance.】

Robert said, opening his hand, the thick velvet blue satin cloth falling from his forearm, and looking at Guilliman, his chaotic blue eyes, the expression was so earnest.

But it would be damned if Guilliman was fooled by that appearance.

Having experienced the Emperor's deception, Robouti Guilliman's heart will never be swayed by falsehood again.

This Guilliman's acting skills are still slightly inferior to the Emperor's.

Guilliman lamented in his heart, perhaps the Emperor's sincere lies were a deception that no one could refuse.

【Alliance?】

Guilliman said softly that the other side might not know that they knew about the other side's fate.

Even if they know, they will pretend to be ignorant.

[One of the parties in the alliance is doomed to perish. I am not optimistic about this alliance. 】

Guilliman pointed out the rift between the two sides in an understated manner. He looked at Guilliman, his eyes were so strange.

Guilliman's eyes were like a galaxy completely soaked in the warp, chaotic and dotted with stars.

Guilliman's eyes were still looking at something, the sunlight of Terra shone on the azure ocean, never setting.

【indeed,】

Guilliman laughed.

"But I don't think any of us can face the Necrons alone - leaving us to face the Necrons? That would be too cruel."

【You guys dealt with the Necrons? 】【Exactly. 】

Guilliman turned sideways, revealing Mortarion behind him. A hint of dissatisfaction flashed across Mortarion's eyes, but he still walked forward properly, and suddenly something was clenched in his pale big hand.

Bang! ! !

With a crisp metallic sound, the iron lump in Mortarion's hand hit the floor of Macragge's Glory, and the decapitated head of the Silent King began to spin on the ground.

The room suddenly became quiet.

No one told Magnus about the twin fates, so Magnus was shocked at how the Silent King died;

And Sanguinius fell into a meaningful silence. Perhaps the Archangel was thinking of the afternoon when he gave the Silent King the golden mask;

Mortarion still stared at that [Mortarion].

Guilliman silently sighed in his heart that it would be better if Mortarion on his side could obey orders like this, instead of requiring Guilliman to use his psychic powers.

【…】

【A truly remarkable feat.】

After a while, Guilliman sighed from the bottom of his heart, and he spread his hands helplessly.
[Then there is no need to cooperate. You are fully capable of fighting, my friend.]

[No, the future of this fate is obviously more bumpy - we have not yet faced a fully resurrected Necrons.
After precise predictions and calculations, I believe that if my empire faces a whole race of resurrected Necrons, both sides will inevitably suffer losses - it is better to form an alliance. 】

Guilliman said earnestly, and Mortarion carefully walked back behind Guilliman.

...form an alliance, betray, gain profit, and become king.

Guilliman: Always.

Mortarion thought slowly, he glanced at Guilliman secretly, the golden chain rune on Mortarion's neck was dimming.

This is how Guilliman became emperor. He sat on the throne on the blood and corpses of his father and brothers, unified the galaxy, and became the emperor for ten thousand years.

But will he get his wish this time?

[Mortarion] was silent, his eyes looking around at the others in the room. He saw a more embarrassed and more lively Guilliman, and saw... How did Sanguinius grow wings?
And Magnus...ah, Magnus, Mortarion had almost forgotten what their dead brother looked like.

And of course…

That himself.

The moment he saw himself, Mortarion couldn't help lamenting in his heart how ugly and unruly he was.

That Mortarion seemed like a savage who had just walked out of the Garden of Nurgle. There was no trace of discipline from the human world on his body. His thin and sunken face did not care about the smell of others at all. Mortarion just stood there arrogantly, as if his existence was to give this world and everyone a middle finger.

Mortarion sighed in his heart, breathing heavily. When he was searching for information before, he had learned about this Mortarion.
But it was not until he actually saw the other side of himself that he truly understood why the two adjectives "terrible" and "alternative" were assigned to Mortarion by the Imperials.

How could he - how could he look like this? !

While lamenting, Mortarion felt a sense of desolation and anger in his heart. If he were free... if he had never been shackled by fate... would he also choose to be so arrogant?
That Mortarion's waist was straight, while [Mortarion]'s waist was deeply bent.

Is this a sad fate?
[Mortarion] The two Guillimans' verbal battle rang in his ears, but he had no intention of listening. The game between the two cunning and experienced politicians was always long and boring.

There are only two possible outcomes: alliance or non-alignment.

According to Mortarion, Guilliman, who looked more like a living person than a cold crown, would choose to form an alliance. After all, for them, a powerful psychic ally who came to their doorstep was almost a piece of fat meat.

Now both sides have their own little ideas, and both plan to start a war with each other before the Necrons are on the verge of death - it depends on who is more confident of defeating whom.

Guilliman thought they could defeat the other Empire.

[Mortarion] sneered in his heart. [Guilliman] probably didn't know much about this empire. After all, his news was brought back by [Mortarion].

[Mortarion] would never tell him too much about Hades.

Thinking of Hades, [Motarion]'s face suddenly turned pale, his eyelids twitched, and he looked at Mortarion - the existence behind him.

Guilliman was a holographic projection, so he could not feel the pressure from that existence, but Mortarion was standing right in front of him.

[Mortarion] had already transformed himself into the weakest purely physical form, but he still felt cold sweats running down his spine when he entered the door. Goose bumps crawled up his spine, and his soul was screaming to stop him from entering.

I don’t know how those people can bear to be in the same room with... with it.

But on the other hand, Mortarion did not dare to underestimate Guilliman. After all, Guilliman would definitely be on guard against Mortarion - the fragments of the gods shattered by the First Rebel would contain the truth, and Guilliman must have learned something from them.

Although [Mortarion] has tried his best not to leak any information to [Guilliman].

Could that really be Hades...

Mortarion's mind was filled with thoughts. It turned out that the Soulless One had grown to such a size, almost as big as an entire Chaos Entity.

No, maybe it will be stronger.

original……

original……

original……

[Mortarion] was silent. He exchanged glances with that Mortarion silently. It was their first meeting and no one dared to say too much. Except for the two Guillimans, the two "agents" of the Empire, no one had much to say.

[Mortarion]'s gaze still could not see through that Mortarion and look at the existence on the hospital bed that was blocked by him.

He just wanted to take a look and see if the demigod of the physical world was really Hades.

The guy he once knew.

But until the end of the deliberation, Mortarion did not give him a chance.

Guilliman nodded with satisfaction, seemingly satisfied with the meeting. The holographic projection nodded to Mortarion in a pretentious manner, realizing that the meeting was over.

Then, with a farewell, Guilliman's projection disappeared among the lights.

Mortarion still stared at Mortarion and spoke the first words between him and him.

【Why don't you go away? 】

Mortarion said, and Mortarion smiled politely.

[The two sides have already formed an alliance. I am the envoy sent by Guilliman. Great Lord Guilliman, can I apply for a room required by the envoy? ]

These words were addressed to Guilliman, and they had already discussed this matter.

Alliance.

Ignoring the gaze of Mortarion the Swordman behind him, Guilliman nodded, and Mortarion was satisfied and prepared to leave.

He obviously didn't intend to stay long. A true hunter is patient and shouldn't rush into anything.

only……

Mortarion stared at Mortarion in response to his words. When he reached the door, Mortarion propped the door open with one hand and spoke.
[If you can, please tell me that Herrera, Karas, and Vox miss him very much.]

squeak-

The door was gently closed.

(End of this chapter)