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

Chapter 811 [253.] Both Sides

【I hope you can cheer up. 】

Guilliman finally arrived late, with faint wrinkles under his eyes from days of hard work. In the rest room, the primarchs who were having their armor waxed all looked at him.

Guilliman, the guy who agreed to cooperate with another empire.

Guilliman nodded to the servant who was offering him tea, refusing the offer. He pulled himself together and looked around at the Primarchs present.

Mortarion, Sanguinius, Magnus, Vulkan, Corax and Konrad, good, including Guilliman, that makes seven.

Finus will not come. He is in another war zone, in charge of the current war situation with Hades - so that these Primarchs can gather together and face the provocation and malice from another world.

[I think everyone already knows that there is another destiny line that is completely different from ours——

As far as we know, most of the primarchs on the opposite side have fallen into the path of chaos and completed their ascension to magic by accepting and integrating the power of chaos. 】

[So I assume that they all have absolute malice - please be careful, friends, this will be a battle without blood and fire, we must win this game, it is related to the cooperation between the two empires in the future and...]

Guilliman trailed off, and Mortarion added appropriately,

【betray.】

[Yes, betrayal.]

Guilliman nodded.
[According to the intelligence of the Lord of Humanity, only one of the two worlds can exist, and the winner must be us. ]

He looked at his brothers. Guilliman saw that Sanguinius nodded solemnly, Vulkan looked uneasy, Magnus seemed to understand, Angron gave Guilliman a cold smile in return, Corax was silent, and Konrad sneered.

Mortarion remained motionless.

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Mortarion remained motionless, staring at Guilliman, waiting for Guilliman's next order.

Guilliman stood majestically in front of them, and Lorgar stood carefully behind Guilliman, serving as Guilliman's puppet.

[I am very happy to see you all today and to announce to you a good news - after a thousand years of development and construction, we will rekindle the war, and I think your blades are still sharp.]
Guilliman glanced at Corax with his professional fake smile. The Shrike was indeed excited by these words. He growled softly, and his blood claws became extremely sharp.

[Just seeing you all standing in front of me makes me feel genuinely happy. I don’t think I have anything to ask for anything—I have seen another me before you all. I know that before I see another me, any advice and suggestions from others will become nothing.]
[So you can indulge yourself tonight,]
Guilliman blinked, and saw the strange blue waves that were like the flowing Milky Way.

Obviously, the other side is more lawful and more dependent on order than them - and what has Guilliman not seen?

At a quarterly briefing, Guilliman had to stop Vulkan from throwing mud at Finus. Well, Vulkan was just loudly rebuking Finus for his cruelty, but his saliva and tears were a little too sticky.

[I have only one request,]
Guilliman's smile curled up.

[At least we can’t fight now.]
He raised his eyes and saw the starry sky of this world.

There, amid the glittering canopy of stars, a fully resurrected Necron dynasty battles on.

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"Tarazyn? Tarazyn?! I don't recommend you take any risks!"

Hades roared at the other end of the communication. He didn't expect that the war would progress so quickly during the weeks he was bedridden.

It is obvious that the situation has been decided between the Silent King and the Storm King. Even though the Storm King has great ambitions and a very low moral bottom line, he is inevitably sliding into a disadvantage in front of the Silent King who commands the entire army.

Hades' eyelids twitched wildly. Once the war between the Silent King and the Storm King was decided, the remaining one would definitely come directly to the Human Empire -

The wind was howling! Gaussian rays, thick enough to annihilate three Titans, struck down from the surface of the planet. In an instant, countless similar beams of light lit up on the plain.

The high temperature directly evaporated the Necron closest to the impact point. Riding on its mount, Trazyn raised his arms high, letting the storm caused by the impact dance his metal cloak.

"Hades—I'm so glad to hear your voice again!"

Trazyn roared, the planet it was on had separated from its star tens of millions of years ago, and now, the use of destructive weapons allowed it to have a sunset that it had not had for a long, long time.

The bright, hot light fell on Trazyn.

"You-have-no-idea!!! What an interesting few weeks these have been!"

The battlefield was surrounded, and both sides were doing their best to use time-reversal weapons. If kilometers were used as the smallest unit of calculation, then at least one year had actually passed in this star field - in countless small time reversals.

However, from the perspective of the human empire that had left this star region, the period was only a few weeks.

"I have to at least go and see!"

The cloak was too much trouble, so Trazyn reached out and untied his own cloak, letting it go with the wind.

"I will certainly have many more interesting collections - but it's time to face it! You have things to deal with, and so do the Necrontyr!"

At least now, Trazyn decided to meet the two old dens - he didn't want to just watch the final battle between the Silent King and the Storm King. Trazyn was no longer the historian.

This historian watched coldly for tens of thousands of years, and finally he couldn't stand the idiocy of the royal family within his race anymore, so he threw down his pen and drew his sword in anger.

"Calm down! Trazyn!"

Hades' voice was intermittent on the channel.

"If you want to achieve the best success, then you shouldn't expose yourself too early - at least stay away from the Silent King and the Storm King! Or change to a more cost-effective body and scrap it!"

There was a crackling electronic sound coming from Trazyn's mouthpiece.
"I have consulted Orikan! I must go this time! Hades - you don't understand, you don't understand - you humans still have newborns and civilians worth defending, but the Necrontyr are gone!"

"Even if I don't go this time, haha, I, Trazyn, will only gain more troops - but so what?! They are just a few puppets!"

Now I can just curse the Storm King and the Silent King. How could I have such a good opportunity in the past? I can curse both of them at once.

Trazyn unilaterally shut down the communication, laughed a few times, and ran towards the final battle zone defined by the Silent King and the Storm King with his staff.

There, two madmen, responsible for the extermination of the Necrontyr genocide, were fighting each other, but one of them was already in a state of disarray.

The other, the true king, sat high on the throne, looking coldly at his dynasty. ………………

Damn, this bitch Tarasim lives such a carefree life.

Hades suddenly disconnected from the communication, scratched his head and looked at the command screen - the time was almost up, and at the same time, the dinner was about to begin.

He was a little worried now. On the one hand, he was worried about the situation at the dinner, and on the other hand, he was worried about Trazyn and the war situation. The war with the Necrons was about to come to an end.

This is also why Guilliman was so eager to agree to cooperate with another empire.

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The chandelier in the hall is shining brilliantly.

Flowing light flowed down from the delicate geometric structure made up of white crystals, and thousands of flashes sprinkled on the men and women attending the meeting. The musician in a white suit decorated with fine gold played the violin, and after a melodious and graceful bass, the musician next to him, with a skirt like a waterfall, played the dulcimer.

The music is light and gentle, blending with the subtle fragrance. The exquisitely conceived meals lie quietly on the multi-layered plates made of colorful porcelain - quietly waiting for the arrival of diners.

Fortunately, Pluto was not invited to the party, otherwise these little guys would not survive more than five seconds.

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This thought popped into Guilliman's mind at an inopportune time, and he laughed awkwardly, feeling a little nervous.

At this moment, Robert Guilliman was wearing a blue helmet, the pearl white and golden patterns seemed to be glowing on the azure sea. Guilliman rarely pulled himself away from the pile of documents and paid attention to his personal image.

After he became Lord of the Empire, there was almost nothing that required Guilliman to be extremely concerned about his image.

Guilliman glanced at his brothers again. Although he could ensure that he would not make any mistakes, the rest of them... were not easy to say.

Mortarion was sitting silently in a remote corner, seemingly remote - but in fact he could quickly support every position in the hall.

In other words, if he sets up a sniper rifle there, Mortarion can kill all the people in the hall directly, but the Primarch may want a Pluto-style automatic machine gun more.

Sanguinius smiled as he sat with Vulkan and Angron, talking in low voices - Guilliman, Sanguinius and Angron all knew that the angel's move was probably to protect Vulkan.

Vulkan is a nice guy, but sometimes he is a bit stubborn and can't face some unexpected situations.

Magnus was somewhat at a loss as he was entangled by Konrad, while Corax was drinking tea calmly beside them. Guilliman believed that the twins also wanted to protect Magnus.

Magnus recovered a little from his psionically weak state. Because the opponents in this meeting were all psionic Primarchs, Magnus no longer chose to use psionic energy to enlarge himself, but honestly made his body smaller. His horns were also reduced in size a lot.

Magnus is actually not suitable to attend the meeting, but Guilliman has deeper considerations... It is known that the opposite side [Magnus] is dead, perhaps after seeing this Magnus... the other people on the opposite side will reveal something.

This is why Guilliman and Mortarion decided to invite Magnus after discussion. Magnus himself is probably unaware of it now. Compared with other Primarchs, he is now more like a studious professor who wants to talk to others about psychic issues.

But he started off badly, as he had already been entangled by Conrad, and the bat chuckled.

They are coming.

Guilliman took another deep breath, nodded to Mortarion - Mortarion reluctantly stood up from his chosen position, mist rose, and the next moment, the Primarch disappeared.

A Primarch was needed to receive the guests on deck, but Guilliman was not suitable. He wanted to consider Sanguinius, but after comprehensive consideration, Mortarion was chosen.

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[wow.]
Angron let out a small cry, and out of sight of everyone, Mortarion simply rolled his eyes.

White lights shone on the red carpet. On both sides, the Extreme Warriors' guards held swords and flags. Marching bugles sounded, and in the darkness of the starry sky, white mist rolled up and rolled to their feet.

In the dazzling white light, a huge and thin alien was standing opposite them. It was much taller than the average Primarch, and the Skeleton Primarch bowed slightly towards them.

【Welcome... to the Empire. 】

Mist gushed out from Mortarion's gas mask, and the cold mist rolled in his eyes. Mortarion took a step forward, walked to the front of Guilliman, and signaled the primarchs to follow him.

[Thank you for the treat, I am very happy to see this.]
Guilliman said politely, and then walked directly towards the hall with Mortarion. He did not say anything, and the Primarch behind him chose to follow him.

[wow~]
As they walked, Angron took a few quick steps, leaned against Mortarion's back, and whispered in a rather provocative manner,
[The other you is also so unique~]
Mortarion rolled his eyes again.

[I don't recommend you to investigate him now. His ability is not weak. If you don't want Guilliman to embarrass you next time, Angron, you should keep your hands to yourself.]
[What a pity…]
Angron whispered, and he once again looked at Mortarion with shining eyes... Oh... This seemed to be a true reflection of Mortarion's inner heart. The Mortarion of another destiny line might have grown into the appearance that the First Rebel envied the most.

Tall, skinny, completely different, and totally out of place.

I wonder what Lady Psyche would feel if she saw Mortarion like this. A Mortarion like this... Oh, haha, Lady Psyche would probably love him well.

Angron, of course, thought of his good colleague Lady Psyche. In fact, the decorative bead necklace with five hearts and nervous systems running through it was a gift from Lady Psyche to Angron.

[He has a very strong fatherly aura.]
[Vulcan] spoke slowly, like bubbles coming out of a swamp.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Vulkan always feels that Mortarion has a strange connection with Typhons.

[The Chaos of their world is weak - the Imperium has attacked the Warp, and some of them have seized the power of Chaos.]
[Motarion] lowered his voice and reminded.

In fact, the situation in their world was similar. Tzeentch weakened the three gods, and Guilliman successfully backstabbed Tzeentch, and then took away the power in Tzeentch's hands - even including the remaining three gods.

What Mortarion's brothers will never know is that the three gods they believe in have actually long lost much of their own consciousness, with only a small part remaining.

This is why their "Masters" never spoke directly to the Primarchs, but rather through hints and foreshadowings.

Guilliman had undermined them—or rather, had backfired on them.

Mortarion paused.

In front of him, the ceremonial officer slowly pushed open the door, light shone in, and Guilliman smiled warmly again.

He saw another version of himself.

Vulkan felt Angron shudder beside him.

(End of this chapter)