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

Chapter 815 [257.] Father and Son, Sun and Moon, and Perverts

【I hope they can communicate happily with their other selves. 】

The ceiling lights in the corridor cast layers of halos on the gray feather. Two extremely similar primarchs walked in between. A faint and ominous blood energy surged up from the corners of the wall and gradually filled the entire corridor.

[I don’t think they will communicate very well, after all, your tolerance for chaos is too low.]
The ghoul [Sanguinius] raised the corner of his mouth, baring his sharp fangs, and looked at the other archangel with a half-smile.

An indistinct light flashed in the archangel's eyes.

[That is for them...]

Sanguinius sighed and said,

[And I have tasted the fruits of corruption. For the Empire, the boundary between black and white is not clear. Evil deeds can also bring good results. I have paid the price.]

The ghoul shook his head.
[What on earth is wrong with you?]
He slowed down his pace frivolously, walked around behind the angel, and reached out to touch the feathers - most of the outer layer was dull gray feathers, and under the long feathers, new white down was shivering.

[I never thought about... I never thought about...]
[A pair of wings?]

Sanguinius raised his eyebrows and shook his wings.

[A gift from the warp, the process of losing the Primarch is different between you and me. I don’t know why you are different from me.]

[I guess it must have caused you a lot of trouble... Mutants.]
The ghoul spoke softly, but the trouble he spoke of did not seem to refer to the prejudice of the Imperials against mutants, but another kind of trouble - a trouble that was shackled by honor and loyalty.

【You can't ignore people's requests. 】

Sanguinius' tone turned cold.
People expect things from me, and I respond to them—it has been like this for a long time.

[Tsk tsk tsk, this is quite a big trouble.]
The ghoul laughed.

[This is the biggest gap between you and me, brother. You are expected because of these wings, while I am exiled because of the fangs at the corners of my mouth.]
Sanguinius was silent for a moment.
[How is Baal? ]

[very good,]
The ghoul bared its teeth.
[Beautiful Sunset - After I was picked up by the Pureblood Clan, they thought that I was a mutant who needed to be killed because of my large size and fangs. Although they argued about this at the time, the False Emperor did teach me about fighting in difficult situations, so... you know the result.]
[You took the initiative.]

[Yeah...why not?]
The ghoul laughed.

[Compared to pure-blooded humans who expel mutants, I still prefer mutants who grow wildly under high radiation. They fit the pseudo-emperor's original definition of me.]
[But you don’t look like that now…]

Sanguinius' tone slowed down, he took a few steps towards the other person, and then looked into similar eyes.

【…Fallen.】

[Aren't you as holy as you say you are, Archangel?]
The essence of Sanguinius is a combination of two opposing sides. When he is holy, the corrupt side will gradually erode him and drag him into endless blood; when he is corrupt, the holy side will slowly shine on him, and the stars will rise up and illuminate his dark soul.

This is not the same.

Sanguinius interrupted bluntly, he was looking for the anchor point, he looked at the ghoul expressionlessly -

[Who pulled you out of the blood? I don't think it was the Emperor.]

[Horus Lupercal.]
Ah, Sanguinius understood in his heart, it was indeed so, and he felt a little sick, a little emotional, and a little helpless.

Who else could it be? Even now, most of the Primarchs had only moderate relations with the Archangels, with Guilliman and Angron barely being able to have a deep conversation with Sanguinius.

But usually Sanguinius doesn't look for anyone, he just goes away alone.

[It was Horus who led me into the Imperium... The false emperor didn't take me seriously at the time, so he randomly assigned the least favored and most neglected Primarch to lead me simply because he was close to Baal. Obviously, this unlucky guy was Horus.]
The ghoul said carelessly,

They all knew how coldly and clearly they looked at this galaxy and this empire, even if they did not show it on a daily basis.

The heart is as clear as a mirror, which probably refers to Sanguinius. He would only occasionally become confused when concerned about the issue of his offspring.

[I didn’t have any expectations for such a brother at first - what could I expect?

I was born to be designed to eat corpses to fight better, and my descendants are not picky about raw materials. Even mutants can be successfully transformed into "inferior people" on a large scale and quickly. We will be placed on the worst battlefields, relying on eating enemy corpses and going crazy to improve our combat effectiveness. Even if there are heavy casualties, my gene seeds can quickly reinforce my legion. ]
The ghoul's eyes were cold and clear, and the archangel felt a throbbing in his heart. Would he become such a person? On the road of fate, perhaps he almost fell into such an abyss.

But... Sanguinius laughed at himself in his heart. After thousands of years, his previous ascension to godhood and fall could not escape his fate.

[With such an army and such a Primarch, why should the Empire take us seriously? Not really. Just give us some pitiful supplies, a few inferior recruiting planets, and then drop us on the enemy's planet.]
The ghoul walked slowly, and while saying these words, would he be sad? The archangel felt sad.

[Things above this - respect, honor, love, are nothing to worry about. The moment I was found by the Empire, I no longer expected this.]
The ghoul [Sanguinius] paused for a moment, then he blinked, with some hesitation and confusion in his eyes.

[But... I met Horus, an ordinary brother who couldn't be more ordinary. He didn't despise me, but taught me how to integrate into the Empire when I led the mutants.]
The Emperor's education and the trials on Baal shaped Sanguinius into a ghoul, but Horus Lupercal brought out the light side in Sanguinius.

[I think Horus will say, when you ask me about this later, that he would do the same to any of his brothers.]

Sanguinius said as he watched.

[yes,]
The ghoul smiled bitterly.
[Horus, an ordinary guy, but he also has his own way of survival, sleek, poor imitation of other legions, knowing that he is not appreciated and focusing on the legion - he is the guy who loves his children the most I have ever seen, and the legion is full of vitality. I think I learned this from him.]
Horus.

Sanguinius was silent. Horus was a man who was greatly influenced by his surroundings. The seemingly invincible warmaster of the past could actually change easily because of a few words or actions from outsiders. The wolf-god was often compared to the moon - precisely because he did not emit light himself, but reflected the light from the sun.

It is the Emperor's expectations of Horus that have shaped Horus into what he is today.

Thinking of Horus, who was at a loss and caused a disaster but was finally rescued by the Emperor, Sanguinius almost wanted to sigh subconsciously.

The Emperor's attention and fatherly love for Horus shaped Horus, but also destroyed him, turning him into a monster dependent on his father, an incomplete person.

Horus Lupercal had never experienced the Primarch's siege and scolding of the Emperor, nor had he experienced Robert Guilliman's war of wits against the Lord of Mankind. He had never truly resisted the Emperor, nor had he truly shouted. On some level, he still believed that the Emperor was omnipotent. But was this Horus' fault?
This is mostly the fault of the **Emperor!
It was rare for Sanguinius to curse in his heart. It was the Emperor's reluctance to let go that made Horus neither human nor ghost. If that old thing had let go and admitted some things, Horus would not have become what he is now.

But this involves another question, which is - is the Emperor's personality intact? Can the Emperor properly handle emotional expression and self-issues?

The answer is – no!

Even if the Emperor personally carried the entire empire on his shoulders, he could not deny the sins he committed in terms of his offspring, and out of a certain compensatory mentality, he put all his fatherly love on Horus.

Instead of sharing it among the other Primarchs.

If Sanguinius knew about Gutera's expression pack, his truest expression here might be a sweaty soybean.

His fatherly love and emotions were distorted, and as the moon that was easily influenced by them and reflected the sunlight, Horus naturally became more and more twisted when it came to dealing with the Emperor.

Love for one's family extends to Horus' attitude towards the Legion and the Empire. Compared with Robert Guilliman, the Lord of the Oxen and Horses, who has no personal feelings at all, Horus will never be a qualified leader.

Everything he did was to win credit for the emperor! How could he be a good king like this?
As a former close friend of Horus, Sanguinius was extremely distressed to see this scene, but in the end he decided to let go and let it go. He would not do it anymore.

The last time he was unwilling to leave and struggled to hold on was because there was no one in the empire who was capable of taking on the task. Then, the Lord of Mankind led a large number of people into corrupt faith in the name of necessity and sacrifice for the empire.

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Sanguinius was magnanimous enough.

But there is another thread of fate... Sanguinius glanced at the ghoul, a Horus who was not quite controlled by the Emperor...

What would he grow into? A personality that could have been healthier... or more complete?

[I think the other Horus will be mature, and a little...cowardly?]

[Exactly.]
The ghoul laughed.

[He was indeed a little timid and cowardly, but it was not because of real fear, but because he did not want to sacrifice his offspring. He and his offspring were just like brothers and close friends.

But the mission of the Empire is war, and war brings death—

Horus was too reluctant to watch his offspring die. On the day Seganus died—God, Horus seemed to be broken at that time. I was afraid that he was not happy at that time.]
The ghoul's eyes were filled with emotion.

[And you learned from Horus how to love your children and the necessary disguise? ]

The ghoul laughed.

[I see your side of the destiny, Conrad, the Night Lord, right?]
[If Horus had not taught me, I think my Legion and I would have been like Konrad and the Night Lords in your place at the beginning... despised by everyone.]
But now, the archangel looked coldly at the smooth armor of his other self and the emblem in the shape of blood drops, and he knew that his other self had not fallen into complete despair, but had become a being who paid attention to the glory of the legion and offspring.

【But you managed to stay out of it. 】

Sanguinius pointed this out, and after briefly comparing the fate lines on the other side, the expressions and complexions of the Primarchs, Sanguinius believed that the Ghouls and Warmongers were the ones who were least tortured by the Evil King [Guilliman].

[Horus's moderate and unobtrusive wisdom and the unstable nature of our Legion saved us - compared with the large and stable Death Guard and Ultramarines, we are obviously not that cost-effective.]
The ghoul shrugged.

【I think there is another reason?】

The archangel narrowed his eyes and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

The two Sanguinius looked at each other, and the atmosphere became somewhat heavy. It seemed that a confrontation was about to happen.

【~】

A groan broke the situation.

The two men's faces turned black almost at the same time. The ghoul cursed in a low voice, then disappeared on the spot in a flash!
The archangel also spread his wings swiftly, and when he arrived at the lounge at the end of the corridor, he saw the maniac [Angron] who had a heart pierced and was twitching and half-paralyzed on the sofa.

There was a lot of unknown liquid under [Angron]'s body, almost soaking the entire sofa, and blood gushed out from his stabbed mouth.

[Are you going to get some more—ah—two more Sanguiniuses?!]
The ghoul didn't waste any time and pulled out his spear cleanly and neatly, then reached a hand into the maniac's chest and grabbed the bone chain that Angron used to stimulate him and pierced his entire heart.

The archangel decided to watch his other self operate, as he didn't want to be splashed with unknown liquid.

Then, the ghoul exerted force on his wrist, and a string of beating hearts were pulled out accompanied by the violent splashing of liquids of various colors. Angron shouted with satisfaction, and the vague word sounded like the pronunciation of Mortarion... or Nurgle, but the next moment, the maniac fainted.

[I hate Slaanesh.]
The ghoul said expressionlessly, shaking the liquid off his spear in disgust.

[The Maniac vowed to have a fight with all of us Primarchs. He even said that if we were unwilling to accept a male body, he could also transform into a female body - but still with multiple reproductive and urinary systems.]
The Archangel didn't really want to hear this, no, he didn't.

The maniac Angron recovered extremely quickly. During these few words, the archangel watched Angron's limbs twitch and new organs grow out in an instant.

[But besides Vulkan... maybe others I don't know, haha, I hope Guilliman is one of them, I don't think any Primarch wants to be with such a pervert.]
[He went to see Horus alone last time...]
Archangel Sanguinius took a deep breath.
[Horus couldn't beat this guy - luckily I received Horus's distress message in time.]
[H…H…Russ.]
Angron suddenly spoke, as confused and dazed as a man waking up from a hangover.

The ghoul curled his lips in disgust, raised his spear and prepared to strike the maniac directly, but Angron suddenly jumped up and tightly grasped the tip of the spear that the ghoul wanted to stab downwards.

Angron gave a drunken smile.

[Horus...? I remember him, his mood was quite wonderful... He was against Guilliman, wasn't he?]
Now it was the turn of the ghoul and the archangel to look at each other.

Embarrassingly, [Angron] stood up again.

(End of this chapter)