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

Chapter 487 4.5 The real ineffective communication

[My beloved Warmaster,]

[He will come to you.]

You were silent, and the twins knelt respectfully in front of you, their blue armor thumping softly on the shining deck of the Spirit of Vengeance.

You sat on your throne, silent, and you should have stood up and helped them up to show the brotherhood between you - although you are the Warmaster, you are still their big brother.

And what made you feel dry in the mouth was not this, but -

So your youngest brother is actually a twin?

The Alpha Legion is a ghost legion, and each of them looks like your brother Alpha, but you are sure that you can tell the difference between a Primarch and a warrior, not to mention that when a Primarch stands with a Legion warrior, the difference will be more obvious.

A Space Marine is a world apart from a Primarch.

But at this moment, the absurd thing is that you can confirm that the twins who are kneeling in front of you, who are similar but have begun to differ, are both Primarchs.

Your eyes slowly move to your hands. You seem to see through layers of armor and see the two rings on your hands. One of them is broken, and some dark material has glued it back together.

You are not, are you still dreaming?

You think in astonishment. After all, this matter is too absurd. Two Alphas, you have two younger brothers, just like having two Sanguinius, but there can only be one Sanguinius.

...

Two angels, it's not a bad idea.

You think with a bad taste, but then you realize that the wound on your back pierced by Sanguinius is aching. You can't stand the betrayal of two archangels.

So you choose to bypass the archangels on the road of thought and walk back to reality.

You frowned slightly again and scanned among them with your eyes. You knew that this would not offend them. This wisdom shows your majesty.

In a trance, you felt a familiar breath on one of the twins. You have seen him before.

[I am Omega. 】

The person you were looking at spoke, and he smiled at you slyly.

You spoke,

[You were the one who met me in the name of Alpha? ]

[Yes. ]

Omega said, but you felt that this answer was not true.

The person who claimed to be Omega, he knelt on the right side facing you, and there were spots of scarlet blood on his right face.

And on the left side, another person who had not yet claimed to be Omega, he looked at you with a face exactly the same as Omega, but his left face was covered with sticky green scars.

This allowed you to distinguish the two of them very well.

This was also proof that they had entered the highest heaven.

You thought that you had some regrets that it was not you who entered the highest heaven. You were trapped at that time, by friendship, affection, those illusory things. You were seriously injured, but you were still alive.

[Did you go to Moloch? 】

You know where the twins went, of course you know, you are the Warmaster, you are his favorite child, you are also the wolf shepherd who has obtained the wisdom of the Spear of Dionysus,

You have already understood everything.

Morro, the planet where your great father went to get fire, long before the Great Crusade, he made a deal with the ancient gods of the High Heaven from that planet.

With the eternal prosperity of the High Heaven as a bargaining chip, the Lord of Mankind obtained the fire for making the Primarch.

But now, the warp is not stable.

You feel unhappy, you deeply realize that your father has been deceived and fooled, he is addicted to the momentary glory brought to him by the God Forsaken, he is like a gambler overdrawing the future of mankind, he needs to realize that he is wrong in this regard.

He is wrong.

No matter how many times you touch this idea, this idea will give you a tingling tremor, that perfect father can make mistakes.

But he is indeed wrong, too many mistakes.

You think, how could he let you be the Warmaster? This was his first mistake. He shouldn't have chosen you. Even if you knelt and cried and begged him, he shouldn't have chosen you. Of course, you love him and he loves you, but it shouldn't be you. A warmaster needs responsibility and ability. In your opinion, Sanguinius is very good. He has courage and strategy. When necessary, he is much colder-blooded than you who hesitate. No matter how you look at it, Sanguinius should be his favorite, not you.

But you thought of the broken expression that Sanguinius showed when he was under too much pressure.

Maybe it shouldn't be Sanguinius. You guessed that your father would probably think the same way. He couldn't bear to let the perfect thing break. Then, the Lion King is also a good candidate.

Even if his ability and reputation are not good enough, the Knight King is very good at facing high-pressure environments. Leon himself is willing to be the leading warmaster. You see, the best proof is that Leon himself became the second warmaster under Sanguinius, right?

When you think of this, you laugh again.

You can't stop laughing, your laughter is as loud as a bell, which is the most powerful sign of your health. Your children are too worried about your health, but you know that the least important thing now is you.

You almost laughed to tears, and your thoughts came out of your increasingly confusing maze, but you knew that you were magnanimous and just put these things at a lower priority in the plan - " "Teach the Lion a Lesson" is a small line written at the bottom of your planner, right next to "Kill Mortarion."

When you have slain the Forsaken who stirred up chaos in the Warp, and when your joyful father has rekindled the Star Torch after the monster's death, you must first go to Terra a victor, but first you must be careful. , carefully avoiding the hawks and dogs of the Second Empire. The eldest son to save him has arrived, but he cannot arouse the vigilance of the traitors first.

You want to cry again, you know why he is right, only you, only you will think of running back to him at this moment, instead of greedily tearing his empire to pieces.

He is right.

The twins looked at you and you stopped your laughter and looked at them kindly, using your body language to indicate that they were telling you about their trip to Moro, which interested you.

No, you don't care about this, because you already know all that. Moro is a stable portal to subspace in the real world, but there is more than one road to subspace.

Omega spoke, and you could hear the awe in his tone for you.

[Yes, Moro. 】

he said, smiling,

[In order to find out personally what the Lord of mankind is thinking, what he wants, and what mankind needs us to do. 】

[Being with you is like being with a tiger. If we don’t figure out what he wants, Hydra will never be able to continue its action. 】

You couldn't help but want to laugh again. The only one who knew his intentions was you, not the youngest brother.

[What did you see there? 】

You asked pretending to be curious, straightening your back and leaning forward slightly.

Alpha and Omega raised their eyes and looked at you at the same time. They looked at you happily, as if they already knew and practiced the truth of the world.

【The true path for the future of mankind,】

They said in unison, as if they were very determined about their choice. Forgive you, your younger brothers look like the type who would work as spies in the enemy army.

[That is why we are here, under your command, great Warmaster. 】

You laugh.

【I know,】

You said, "Anyone who is right will come to me." 】

But whoever is wrong and does not support you, you will personally impose sanctions.

Above Cadia, the fleet in the shadows pointed at the team led by Corax.

No la! Great!

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