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

Chapter 812 [254.] Semi-star lineup!

The door was slowly opened by the ceremonial officers on both sides.

The first one to come towards us was the cold-blooded king, the Lord of the Empire, the King of Evil, [Robert Guilliman]!
He teases his ministers with his fingertips, and smiles like a demigod with a golden crown on his head. There is no imperial aura between his brows, but the calmness of strolling in the Milky Way. How many heroes have there been in ancient times, but they turn their heads to nothing, and the sun rises again, but only the azure blue on the mountain top is seen, smiling at the world.

[Good day.]
[Robert Guilliman] had a smile on his face and looked calm.

Guilliman, Lord of the Oxen and Horses, hurried to greet him, but the Primarchs behind him all glanced quickly behind Robert.

Following Robert Guilliman, walking towards us is Lorgar Aurelion, the Minister of the Ministry of Faith and Truth, the fallen believer, and the wrong believer!
How much of the sincerity in the humble smile is true? Full of loyalty, but unexpectedly strayed into the mirror flower and water moon; the ordinary sparrow swallowed the sun, calling itself the golden crow, and forced others to break their ambitions; the waiter of the phoenix tree was blind and difficult to see, but he was just making wedding clothes for others!

[Lorgar Aulerion] bowed slightly to everyone in the room. His simple clothes made him stand out perfectly against the brilliance of [Guilliman].

Sanguinius' pupils shrank imperceptibly for a moment.

Next to [Luojia], the blood-red eyes of [Sanguinius], a low-quality gene collector, ghoul, and eclipser, reflected a pair of otherworldly wings.

Mortals have never been born with white feathers, but Satan is playing a trick on them; the wind has never blown, but corpses are scattered all over the ground, the wounded soldiers are groaning, and the war has started and pain has arisen; victory and defeat are just a dream, why bother to be serious? Hide in the Peach Blossom Spring and enjoy yourself, cover the bright moon with your hands.

Without seeing the brilliance, the white moon is just a piece of stubborn stone - people have admired the moon since ancient times, but only gentlemen can recognize the jade in the stubborn stone.

Magnus took a deep breath and found that Sanguinius's face was not as handsome as the man next to him.

The first one to fall into the path of chaos, the one who broke the covenant and played tricks on the three gods, the chief rebel [Mortarion] showed his standard and extremely deceptive smile.

Born a rebel, but only wants a minister under his knees, why should we carefully prepare for his rebellion? Ordinary people are too far away from the golden sun, and their hearts cannot be seen; I once met a good friend, but unexpectedly, I was left empty-handed when I turned around, why should we let him go through this world and make people more fond of him? The golden house and high tiles can never compare to the old friend's smile in the fog that day, talking and laughing while drinking wine and sighing about the world!
People are suffering!
Searching and searching, the big temple was burned down, but it was nothing but carrying water with a bamboo basket, and the golden locks were put on the body. Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw the flourishing world of ghosts. Suddenly I realized that it was not a dream, and reality was not reality. The truth and falsehood can be judged by oneself.

It is really true, dreams are dreams, truth reflects dreams, dreams become reality, he comes to decide who is dreaming and who is lost! It is so white and clean!

Behind Mortarion, Corax snorted impatiently, and the Blood King, the Brutal Lord, and the Shrike looked at Conrad and Corax with interest.

Blood and energy are gone, white claws are cold, ghosts are just children, they disperse after a few laughs! The country and the mountains and rivers are not as good as his claws to kill heroes and offer his head to the god of war! A life of freedom, only a few words of the old man, broke the freedom! In vain! Sad? Lucky? Suffering!
Vulkan, who was next to Corax, muttered something slowly in a low voice. He did not approve of Corax's behavior and poked Corax secretly.

The kind and foolish swamp dragon, the immortal one, the one who cries all day long [Vulcan]!
Birds have flown into the forest, fish have flown into the sea; the golden sun shines on the four seas, merciless and ruthless, I am tired of seeing him crying, a woman's kindness; but looking far away, how can I not shed tears and pour out my heart when I see the sufferings of the world? The silver beads eventually corroded the lock, and suddenly fell to the ground, and I saw that the world suddenly became clear, and the cycle of life and death, today I know that I am me!

Of course... each of those who plunged into chaos had their own characteristics, but not as good as... Angron's pupils trembled. He finally faced his nightmare, the most terrifying one among countless destinies.

The armor did not cover his entire body, and the beloved of Slaanesh was showing off his figure to the utmost. The red and purple tulle hung down, revealing his strong body, and he was as muscular as a god of war. The finely hollowed-out, ecstasy-filled beaded necklace was worn through his skull, and it laughed with him as it trembled. Dozens of bracelets jingled on his bare arms, like a flock of singing birds singing at the same time.

The color is strangely bright, and the liquid rushing into the hollow ring is turbulent. Some of the liquid comes from the outside, and some comes from the inside. The small ring bites into the flesh and blood, and controls the dosage of the liquid according to the owner's thoughts.

The brown-red hair was braided into a gladiator's dreadlocks, with countless finely polished psychic bones embedded in it, and some shining gems - those were devices that amplified the maniac's manipulation ability.

The wanton indulger, the lord of lust, the king of empathy [Angron]!
The most difficult thing to find true love in the world is the human heart. Born with a pair of fiery eyes, he could see clearly the unpredictable world, but he didn't expect that his white silk would fall into the huge dye vat of purple and red! He didn't have any wishes, but just wanted to fulfill his longing in this world, but who knew that this world is too dirty!

Looking back, I have become the treasure of Prince Ji Le, with a fine house, beautiful maids, catamites, fine clothes, delicious food and fine horses. I indulge in lust and pleasure, and my heart is clear. But it is not as good as laughing with everyone, getting drunk on the pile of flesh! Sleeping with the same quilt!

Vulkan felt that something was wrong with Angron beside him.

In fact, this was the extent of Vulkan's concern for his brother, because now his eyes were fixed on the Fool, and the Fool was also staring at him.

The Fool on the other side could definitely sense the "new" authority in Vulkan - and he could also sense the chaotic Nurgle authority in the Fool.

Now, except for Magnus's own counterpart (after all, the other Magnus was dead and made into a Spinal Sword by Guilliman), and Konrad (but Konrad was already frightened by the stare of another Corax), the other Primarchs were all staring at their counterparts intently.

It can be seen that, except for the two Sanguinius and Guilliman who had to maintain the necessary diplomatic etiquette, the rest of them wanted to pounce on and tear their other selves to pieces.

It’s a pity that Hades is not here now, otherwise he would have seen the ugly appearance of everyone in their moment of extreme astonishment and could have described it in more detail afterwards.

What's even more regrettable is that because our great Trazyn needs to deal with matters within its own race, it does not have the energy to set up camera points here.

For a moment, there was no other sound in the hall except the lingering music and the meaningless confrontation and conversation between the two Guillimans. Even the sound of breathing was clearly audible.

Time seemed to pass quickly, as if it was just a few seconds, and yet it seemed to pass extremely slowly, as if several centuries passed slowly as the Primarchs stared at each other in silence.

finally--

The two Guillimans nodded almost at the same time, indicating that their cattle and horses could move freely.

What surprised Corax was that Angron, who usually messed around and was drunk, burst out with a speed even faster than him.

Angron was six body lengths ahead of the Shrike that was running towards Conrad, almost like a gust of wind, and the next moment, he was standing in front of Angron.

At this moment, perhaps except for the two Guillimans with daggers hidden in their smiles, they still remembered why they came here and what they had planned to do before, the others had forgotten that the isotope was so attractive to them.

Angron steadied himself, trying not to show any evasion or fear. Any reaction of panic or avoidance would be considered a victory for the other side.

He forced himself to remain calm, even though his senses were always paying attention to the beads on the maniac's body.

Angron waved his hand at Vulkan and Sanguinius. They had intended to fight together, but now... it was time for a one-on-one battle. Although one Slaanesh Angron was shocking, it was not as shocking as seeing another one of himself.

Sanguinius nodded tactfully, picked up the wine glass and walked directly towards the ghoul [Sanguinius] - the archangel was sure that his fighting power was superior to that of the opponent.

What is certain at the moment is that Mortarion on their side is stronger than all the Primarchs except Guilliman and Mortarion on the opposite side, and if the isotopes are compared with each other, perhaps only Sanguinius is better than the opposite side.

[Shocked? Me too.]

Sanguinius smiled, revealing his fangs. He flapped one of his wings around himself and found a corner to chat.

The ghoul was a little surprised, he indeed did not expect that his other self would have wings. Isn't this a characteristic of mutants? Is this empire so tolerant of mutants?

But it seemed... at least they all smelled the same kind of scent in each other.

Others were not so lucky.

Vulkan also left in shock. The shadow of the Desire Maniac was cast on Angron, who was sitting. Why the hell was there a translucent part on his body? The lights in the hall shone through, casting all kinds of brilliant colors on Angron.

Angron wanted to use the blood son to shoot everyone now. He would chop off the head of the maniac with his first axe and try to solve the problem with one axe to prevent the opponent from having fun.

[I guess you don't want to see me, another... more glorious version of myself?]
The Lustful One spoke softly, and he leaned over to pick up the goblet on the table, just in time for the beads strung on his chest to hit Angron's cheek.

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The maniac found it very interesting. It was so interesting that it was even more interesting than when he secretly went to the studio of [Fenus] and tried to play games with [Fulgen] van.

He felt that the other self was obviously more immature - clearly inexperienced in terms of emotional manipulation and perspective.

He loves to tease serious people like this... Most of the lustful man's companions are completely desensitized to his behavior, which makes him feel quite bored.

The lustful Angron held the goblet in his hand, and the crystal clear liquid flowed through it. He was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, he lowered his head, blew softly into Angron's ear and said,

[But I suppose you don't mind if we play a little? Dear alter ego, you can chop me with your great axe. I haven't seen Nuceria's battle axe in a long time.]
Angron felt himself flush.

He was clearly aware that the Butcher's Nail that he had removed long ago was buzzing in his head, roaring at him to cut the opponent into pieces and throw the body into the dark domain of Hades for destruction.

Meanwhile, the silent contest between the two Angrons had already begun, but due to the peculiarities of their psychic powers, none of the brothers could detect it.

Angron could feel the emotional perception and control emanating from the Desire Maniac. It was like countless furry, thorny tentacles. They nimbly reached up to Angron's head, stroked his scalp, and tried to pierce inside without any concealment.

There was a golden light flashing between Angron's eyes, and he repelled those disgusting things without any hesitation. The next moment, the maniac exclaimed softly, and then Angron chose to take the initiative to attack.

He didn't care.

The Lord of Red Sand directly grabbed the opponent's hand that tried to reach out further, and then with lightning speed, he used brute force to press the opponent onto a chair. If we simply compare the strength, the Madman cannot beat Angron even if he took drugs.

Well, he had finally driven the enemy a little further away—before Angron had time to think so, he heard the maniac's panting.

[~…Not violent enough,]
The lustful man commented, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
[You restrained yourself too much, and you completely lost the initiative - is this also the case with your other brothers?]
other people?
Angron thought that he was the one who used his emotional perception to manipulate other people's mentality, but he never thought that one day he would have to do the same.

As for his brothers... Angron's heart trembled. He missed Hades so much. He believed that no one here was looking forward to Hades' coming more than him.

But Guilliman told them in advance not to reveal too much information about their world, especially Pluto.

Hades! Ah-Ahhhh! Hades!!! Please take the thing in front of him! Angron swore that he would be Hades's official slave for a thousand years, as long as Hades could make the thing in front of him evaporate on the spot.

[Restraint is a virtue. It will not let me become as inhuman as you.]

Angron shot back, trying to sting the opponent, but unfortunately, he saw a bulge in the armor of the opponent's lower suit.

Uh uh uh uh--Ah ...
Angron felt like he was going blind.

At this moment, Angron realized how kind and amiable Khorne once was. It turned out that falling into the ways of Khorne was not a fall, but a redemption - at least compared to this thing.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

He couldn't have a conversation with himself who would take a long time to catch his breath after being beaten and scolded. The opponent's winning point lies in his lack of bottom line, and Angron will never let go of his bottom line!
In the game where he faced another self without breaking down, Angron managed to hold out for six seconds, and defeated 0% of the Primarchs in total.

Angron stifled his own delirious thoughts and decided to seek reinforcements. As the Desperado screamed, he grabbed the Desperado's arm and looked around to find his ally.

Mortarion.

Mortarion was the only one among them who had faced Slaanesh directly. At this moment, he was sitting at a small table with another [Mortarion] with a gloomy face, saying things like [idiot], [idiot rebound], [you are the idiot] and so on.

Ah! Great Mortarion! The time has come for you to save Angron!

Angron looked into the air, ignoring the sigh of the Madman, and ran straight towards Mortarion!

(End of this chapter)