Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 465 2.45 Comparing people with each other makes people angry

Sevatar took a step back. In the shadow of the cell, the archangel walked towards him expressionlessly, with blood on the corner of his mouth——

Sanguinius turned around and left without hesitation. The archangel looked...not in good condition, but he still looked like he could fight.

Savita was stunned on the spot. He stood there in a daze for a second, and then decisively rushed towards the darkness in the prison.

Sanguinius' footsteps paused for a moment,

[Take care of your... soldier, legion commander. 】

The archangel said, leaving behind Sevatar who was squatting beside Konrad Curze.

The candlelight in the corridor swayed on the bright red shoulder armor of the archangel. The original body strode out of the dim prison corridor. Baal's white light shone at the door, piercing the original body and narrowing his eyes slightly.

Sanguinius did not turn his head. Beside the door, the lion with arms folded and hood leaning against the wall was waiting for him.

Sanguinius did not smile, he kept a cold expression, and the smell of blood kept him calm.

[Have you thought about it? 】

the archangel asked.

Leon, who was hidden under the forest green hood, nodded, but the lion seemed to feel something. He paused hesitantly for a moment, with one hand leaning against the wall casually resting on the sword at his waist.

[...You are not in the right state, angel. 】

Sanguinius's face was expressionless, like a sculpture, and the sunset of Baal slowly set on his face with magnificent light.

The sun sets and night is approaching.

The angel's mouth moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Finally, the archangel left. He drew out the spear from his back and spread his wings. The message from the descendants in the channel told him that he needed to continue fighting.

[Leon, you are too sentimental. 】

This sentence fell lightly to the ground along with the slipping white feathers. The lion stood up from the wall in surprise. The words he had not yet spoken were held in his throat and could not make a sound.

The lion made a confused tsk sound, and he frowned tightly, staring at the figure that was quickly moving away.

After a long time... he will finally understand that the Archangel has entered the dark era of continuous war.

My best friend, myself... At this moment, the only archangel in the world that the world praises, Sanguinius.

The sound of staggering footsteps sounded, and Leon quickly grasped the sword. Appearing as the night fell, the limping Konrad Coze walked out with the help of Sevita.

The Lord of Night's eyes reflected the eternal night.

The Lion King let out a scornful taunt, and with an unabashed thrust, he drew his sword and pointed the tip at Conrad.

To his surprise, Conrad didn't pay attention to his provocation. After the madness at night, his eyes were rarely clear.

【……】

Conrad stared at Leon Jonson, a soft hoarse sound sounded, with the smell of blood,

[...He killed Horus. 】

Leon was taken aback, [Conrad, do you know what you are talking about? ! 】

Conrad finally stopped going crazy this time. He hissed in disbelief.

[...He...he chose that more secure future - even if the cost was blood. 】

The archangel knew it was true, but the archangel thought it was false. Conrad murmured to himself that it didn't matter, because the angel made his choice without any hesitation, minimizing the possibility of the future.

But he chose a path... that was the most painful for him.

A path only the strongest souls can tread.

He pushed his best friend into the abyss, and he himself was promoted to the altar by the world and sealed by the power of layers of faith.

Curze murmured that Mortarion showed him a future free from destiny, while Sanguinius showed him a future of chosen destiny.

Conrad gasped, he shook his head subconsciously, and fell into a state of confusion again.

【Atonement...】

【...It's really crazy...Sinners in hell also need to work...】

He said, limping and no longer paying attention to the lion, and was carefully carried away by Sevita.

Leon Jonson paused. As a non-prophetic person, he might never be able to understand the pain of the two prophecy primarchs.

He watched with some confusion as the two Primarchs walked away, one disappearing into the sunset, the other disappearing into the night. They seemed to have reached some kind of truce - some kind of temporary rest.

The lion cursed Caliban in a low voice. He raised his hand, and a group of angels with two-winged helmets emerged from the shadow of the building.

【go back. 】

The Lion King said, so he took his dark angels and disappeared into the darkness together.

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【the weather is nice today. 】

Angron said with a smile. He poked his head out of Guilliman's office. The bright sunshine was shining from the blue sky. The Lord of Red Sand was in a good mood today. He smiled and stared at the birds flying in the sky.

In other words, Angron was in a good mood most of the time.

Even though the current situation was not very optimistic, Guilliman sighed and put down the approval document in his hand.

The Star Torch has not yet been rekindled, and wars of all sizes are going on in Ultraman. The Ultramarines are joining forces with the Death Guard to clean up those plagued planets.

With the lessons learned from the past, the Lord of Macragge could no longer relax. For a time, four new hospital planets were established in the Ultramar star field. At the same time, in order to prevent the agricultural planet from being attacked again, Guilliman approved Construction of five alternate agricultural planets.

By the way, Guilliman conducted a temporary conscription, recruiting people from the preparatory academy who could perform surgeries immediately. Soon, 10,000 new blood would enter the legion.

At the same time, he lowered the passing rate of the academy by ten percentage points. In the future, the Extreme Legion will expand its army again.

Robert Guilliman, who relies on the Five Hundred Kingdoms of Ultramar, unlike other legions, needs to be supplemented with resources from the empire - especially those equipment supplements from Mars.

Therefore, Guilliman can now expand his army as he pleases without worrying about supplies or approval issues from Terra.

Out of some political considerations, Guilliman tried to discuss the matter with Malcador, to which Malcador gave Guilliman a roll of his eyes.

After Guilliman returned, he immediately began recruiting troops.

With the expansion of the Ultramar Legion and the relatively chaotic situation in the early stage, the scope of Ultramar's five hundred kingdoms began to further expand on the map.

With the Pale Lord guarding it, the Ultramar Star Territory is relatively stable.

The Death Guard's clearance of those plague planets also went smoothly. Although according to the observation of the Ultramarines, there were certain casualties among the Death Guard, the Fourteenth Legion did not complain much about this matter.

Guilliman sighed softly and took a sip of the steaming tea - it was a tribute from a hive planet they had just rescued.

Shrouded in white mist, the Ultramarines and the Death Guard fought against the crazy cultists and psykers. They were crazy and seemed to be wondering why they couldn't communicate with their gods.

Mortarion commented on this:

[Everyone who believes in God is stupid——(silenced). 】

In the white mist, the pale Lord's weak evaluation sounded. The accompanying Ultramarines looked around them, the Death Guards who were carrying seven spare daggers, and the pale who could appear at any time and disappear into the mist. Lord...

They tacitly maintained a high level of political literacy and maintained their own views on this matter.

Guilliman sighed again, new battlefield, new enemies, the Ultramarines will quickly adapt to this.

Angron's voice sounded,

[Are you depressed lately, Guilliman? 】

Guilliman frowned and took another sip of tea.

【I'm still worried that what happened last time will happen,】

Angron raised his eyebrows. He knew that Guilliman was referring to the illusion.

[You are a little too nervous,]

Angron smiled and said,

[Two of the top five psychics in this empire are here with us. If we can't deal with all this - I can't imagine how bad it will be on other battlefields. 】

Guilliman sighed,

[I hope our brothers are well and that the glory of mankind will last forever. 】

Angron's expression suddenly became serious,

"The glory of mankind will last forever," he said, "and we should have faith in our brothers, who are Primarchs just like us." 】

Angron relaxed;

[Optimistic point of view, Guilliman. 】

The Lord of Red Sand said, [You have simply become a pessimist during this period - no one will blame you, Mortarion and I can rest assured to leave our backs to you. 】

There is a volume of files in an entire star field, and there is only one person in this galaxy who can approve them within the time limit and ensure that they can run smoothly.

This was a sea of ​​documents that Angron could not even imagine. Guilliman spent a whole day without sleeping to approve them. In a daze, Angron seemed to see Hades roaring in the maelstrom while approving the documents. .

It's just that the emotion shown by Hades is sadness and anger, while Guilliman is leisurely and confident.

They could not leave Guilliman, Angron was acutely aware of this, otherwise they would have to rely on slow, corrupt, and occasionally depraved mortal officials to govern the country.

There can be no problems with logistics. Not all wars are a gang-hopping affair that can turn the tide.

Guilliman laughed and took another sip of tea, as if he were taking an intermission.

[Makado approved the provisional government. 】

Angron leaned on his waist and yawned,

[Not surprisingly, we are doing this, we just lack a name. 】

Guilliman paused.

【what do you think? 】

Angron opened his hand,

[I don’t have excellent political literacy, so I probably won’t be able to give you a satisfactory reply - however, I sincerely hope you can give me a different name. In terms of appearance, I think you are more suitable to be a mascot than me. 】

[Are you going to approve the documents? 】

【never mind. 】

Angron laughed and decisively skipped the step of humiliating himself.

[But you still have to persuade Mortarion to come over. Doesn’t Mortarion’s appearance really scare mortals? 】

Guilliman crossed his hands and propped up his chin.

[Makado has promised that Mortarion will appear... As for how he will appear, I think this is a problem between Malcador and him. 】

Angron narrowed his eyes and looked at Guilliman in disbelief.

【You really--】

The Lord of Red Sand lengthened his voice,

[Think Mortarion cares about his personal image? 】

[Makado will take care of him. 】

Guilliman replied nonchalantly. After the break, he began to approve the documents again.

Angron sighed loudly, this is what a politician is.

He casually wrote the number "seven" on the window sill, and a small wisp of white mist floated from the fingertips of the Lord of Red Sand. Angron boredly poked at the mist that had begun to dissipate since it appeared.

Great!