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

Chapter 707 155. Everyone is in place

【Bar】

【how? What did you feel? 】

The thin primarch stood up slowly, and the dry sand of Baal flowed like blood from Mortarion's drooped hands.

The arid and barren Bar is not suitable for farming, and this fact has not changed for thousands of years.

In the bright sun a hundred meters in front of Mortarion, there was Guilliman who was negotiating with the people on Baal. The crimson cloak of the Imperial Regent was rustling in the wind, and the shining stars gathered around him, almost making everyone who was close to him Mortals and Space Marines were distracted, and they subconsciously knelt before Guilliman and surrendered to him.

And behind Guilliman, who shines like the eternal sun, are the remaining two people, dark and twisted, huddled in the shadow of the towering building.

Hades and Mortarion unanimously decided to push Guilliman to diplomacy, for no other reason.

People are also reluctant to approach them. The Pale Lord is like a bone monster crawling out of the tomb, while Hades exudes an aura that is difficult to look at.

"It's... hard to describe?"

Hades pondered for a moment and continued to squat and poke the sand with his hands.

The moment he entered Baal's atmosphere, Hades immediately started surveying with the Black Domain.

He had never seen such a strange psychic field.

Baal's crust was almost completely covered by the golden spiritual energy of faith. The pure and dazzling light tightly wrapped every gap like an eggshell. For a while, Hades could only see the golden color.

These spiritual energies of faith come from the churches on the surface of Baal. The spiritual energy like capillaries sprouts from the feet of each believer and is then poured into Baal, coating this big eggshell with a thick layer of gold.

After the initial detection, Hades gathered the black domain, which was as sparse as the wasteland. Then he condensed the black domain into long thorns and thrust them downward.

After being thick to an almost unimaginable thickness, the psychic energy finally began to change.

Yao Jin's spiritual energy was dyed bright red, and then became even brighter. Hades continued to probe downwards - but in order not to alert the archangel who might be imprisoned in the dungeon and cause unnecessary trouble, the chaotic spiritual energy was almost red. When it was dark, Hades stopped going deeper.

"The power of faith forcibly restrains the power of corruption, but the two are not incompatible. At a certain depth, the power of faith is slowly transforming into the power of chaos."

Hades raised his head and no longer looked at the ground. He looked at Guilliman in the distance, but his eyes again looked into the distance, all the way to the skyline.

"Shall I say that the sky here is also chaotic?"

Hades blinked, and the gorgeous sky of Baal was reflected in the black pupils. The spiritual energy field here was too chaotic. A large group of spiritual energy suddenly disappeared, and another large group of spiritual energy suddenly appeared.

It was completely irregular and unpredictable, which made Hades a little worried.

But close to the ground, these chaotic spiritual energies were driven away by the power of the church on the ground.

Mortarion shook his head and spoke hoarsely,

[The spiritual poles here are not stable, and conventional methods cannot measure the chaos here. 】

At the moment they boarded Baal, both psionic primarchs present felt discomfort at the same time.

There was a strong sense of exclusivity, and Barr did not welcome them, no matter which side of Barr they were.

Mortarion glanced ahead casually again and saw the son of Sanguinius walking angrily towards Guilliman - no, towards Mortarion behind Guilliman.

Amit the Flesh Tearer.

There was also Dante behind him who was trying to stop him. Unfortunately, Amit's steps were too fast, while Dante looked a little embarrassed, and there was a distance between them.

Mortarion narrowed his eyes. He smelled the smell of hatred. The original body stretched out a hand at will, and the sickle began to emerge from the palm.

"Isn't that right, Lao Mo?"

Hades joked, he seemed to be able to understand what happened. The son of Sanguinius, coupled with the seal from a thousand years ago, Hades could think of how many people Mortarion had offended back then.

"Are you really angry with other legion heirs?"

【……】

[I just hope he can understand what happened at that time, which is a sign of respect. 】

Mortarion said lightly, but Guilliman in front of them reacted immediately. The regent stepped out of the crowd and placed his hand directly on Amit's shoulder armor in a casual and natural gesture. The flesh-tearers had to stop.

Mortarion clicked his tongue.

[Long time no see, Amit. How are you doing? 】

Guilliman asked with concern, asking the people around him to leave for the time being. He seemed not to care at all about the anger burning towards Mortarion in the Flesh Tearer's eyes, and the fact that Mortarion was already holding the scythe behind him.

Amit felt the grip on his pauldrons so strong that he could barely move, but Guilliman's tone remained concerned, and the Space Marine felt a breathless pressure - as if urging him to obey. .

His tongue licked between his teeth, and blood seeped out.

he does not.

"Very bad, my lord."

Amit said maliciously,

"Let the heirs sleep in the blood and soil with their painful father. I often hear his pain and unwillingness."

Almost at the next moment, golden light flashed in front of Amit's eyes, and his intuition directly told him that he had been seen through. But then everything returned to normal, with only the sound of Dante's embarrassed footsteps behind him.

[I'm sorry for what happened to you. 】

Guilliman continued, golden flames igniting in his blue eyes, which made his face suddenly look inhuman - Amit believed that Mortarion's bone worm could not release golden psychic energy.

【But that's why we came here, I hope you understand. 】

Guilliman continued, his eyes moved to Dante who was slow to respond, and his eyes seemed to light up,

【I think you just gave some history to your new generation of comrades... He doesn't look very good. 】

Guilliman whispered, he seemed to feel a little helpless,

【I hope you can get along well. 】

Amit grinned and looked at Dante, and the blood angel in the full helmet was full of blood.

"I just told him how our father was abandoned in the bottom of Baal."

【I think Sanguinius didn't teach you polite words, or maybe it was because he died too early and didn't have time to teach you. 】

Guilliman took a deep breath and stared at Mortarion with a frown.

【Don't say that, Mortarion. 】

The regent looked back and saw a pale and terrifying face. Mortarion's tall and thin body bent down, staring at Amit from above without blinking.

Amit's face turned red with anger, his blood vessels were strong, his eyes were bulging, but he could not move at all due to the spiritual pressure of the Pale Lord.

The rustling sound of footsteps sounded, and Amit's pupils shrank. In his peripheral vision, he saw a smiling but pale black-armored man walking past him, and then darkness surged up and enveloped Dante, who was panting behind him.

"Suspected to be Black Rage."

A strange voice sounded, was it Hades? !

Amit wanted to turn back, but Mortarion's spiritual power pressed him to the brink of fainting, and white mist sprayed out of the gas mask and sprayed on Amit's face.

"I can't be sure - but it is indeed similar spiritual power."

Hades said, retracting the black domain, and on the edge of Dante's pale golden soul, the red and black spiritual power that had just ignited like a flame tail wing.

[You want to tell us... your master's anger and pain for thousands of years still exist? 】

Mortarion said hoarsely, he hunched his body even more, and in the background was Hades who was comforting Dante who had just recovered from a semi-confused state.

【I think if his offspring is still as bad as you... then he has no chance of being redeemed. 】

Amit grinned,

"You-you really plan to save him?"

【Foolish--】

"Time is running out, I think you can put aside the reminiscence."

Mortarion's words were ruthlessly interrupted, the Primarch stood up dissatisfied, turned his head and stared at those arrogant guys with dazzling golden light, he hated them.

The commander of the Imperial Guard, Constantine Valdor, said ruthlessly, the light of the Spear of the Sun flashed in his palm, and behind him followed a team of guys as yellow as him.

Valdor's eyes were only fixed on Hades, but he didn't look at Mortarion.

Mortarion opened his hand,

【What? 】

He asked sarcastically,

【We are busy and always have our own tasks, but the Imperial Guards who actually did nothing finally think that time is running out? 】

【Angron and Sanguinius’s matter is more important—the World Eaters and the Golden Blood Church have just informed me. We can discuss it after arriving at the church without further delay. 】

At this time, the great Guilliman finally jumped out. Before Hades laughed for the first time, Guilliman led everyone out of the reception port with a smile.

…

"Are you okay?"

Hades asked. He could see that Dante was exhausted after extreme anger and astonishment. Hades lowered his voice,

"What did he say to you?"

"I told him the truth."

Amit's voice sounded from Mortarion's left hand. The time was now eight o'clock in the morning. The Golden Blood Church, with its back to the sun, cast a shadow on them, covering everyone in the shadow.

Along the way, the World Eaters' team escorted them, but due to the battle with Abaddon a thousand years ago, and the fact that the World Eaters had no intention of managing the legion, the 12th Legion had not produced enough outstanding people in these years.

Mortarion sneered.

Right in front of them, a golden angel relief was looking down at the Primarch from the outer wall of the cathedral. Its eyes were hollow and shining, and it held a spear condescendingly.

He looked at Mortarion in the same way at that time.

[The truth? Then let me tell you how I watched him scream and bleed under me. ]

Mortarion chuckled. Sometimes, he did feel a kind of gloating that was no different from grief.

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[Terra]

[8:00 am]

The crowd was noisy.

Led by the Pope of the State Church Sanguinius, the Imperial Regent Guilliman on the right, and the Imperial Commander Angron on the left, the three Primarchs who supported the Empire in the midst of dire straits appeared in people's sight.

The hazy golden halo was the veil given by the gods to cover his face halfway, to bless his perfection without hurting the world. Hengri had to shyly move away from him, because he himself was much hotter and warmer than this round of golden circle.

Gold ornaments and red diamonds occasionally appeared between the fluffy wings, but now they were the green leaves that contrasted the wings. The most dazzling and brilliant blood diamonds were all eclipsed by the pure white feathers.

Flawless, just by having such a god standing in front of you, you knew he was a god, the son of God.

He was the center of attention.

He was... the sun.

Cheers! Round after round of ecstatic cheers! People's cheers almost broke through the sky, and some even fainted with excitement when they saw Sanguinius for the first time, or thought that their turbid eyes had tarnished the angels, and screamed and clicked their eyeballs.

This made the two Primarchs behind Sanguinius almost pale in comparison. In front of the real Archangel, the gap between the two Primarchs and him was far greater than that between the Primarchs and mortals.

But Guilliman and Angron had no time to care about this.

Guilliman maintained a decent smile and smiled back at the people. He went over the following speech and process in his mind again and again. At the same time, he observed his surroundings vigilantly.

Angron frowned, snorted, looked around, as if looking for something, and his left hand was always hovering in front of the battle axe at his waist, as if he would draw it out at the next moment.

…

[8:30 am]

Winding along the steep ridge of the Himalayas, on a high platform, brown vultures hovered over the heads of the densely packed people.

The four teams of blood-red, azure, white and gold were neatly arranged on the hillside. The nobles and devout believers looked up together. The floating cameras and loudspeakers decorated as little angels were flying in front of the rooftop.

Guilliman's speech finally came to an end. After cheering for the umpteenth time, people cheered again.

In the distance, on the pure white mountaintop that everyone could see, the golden palace seemed to be covered with a layer of floating gold, and a vague and huge golden outline appeared on the horizon.

"Isn't it time yet?"

Under the feet of everyone, a restrained voice sounded in the sound of rushing water.

Mortarion made a gesture of silence. He was only 77 meters away from the drainage outlet built by the Mechanicus. He saw the hazy light waving on the inflowing water.

[This is not easy. We need patience. ]

The Primarch was stuck in the underground river in a strange posture. Mortarion was so tall that he had to fix himself in a posture like a broken bone.

He heard people cheering, cheering Sanguinius, cheering Guilliman, cheering Angron, cheering... the God-Emperor.

The Emperor is not a god, but no one admits it. The truth has long been lost in the dark corners, serving reality - but in order to make up for the lies, Mortarion has to make the same mistakes as them.

People are still cheering.

Praising their virtues and achievements, praising their solemn and handsome appearance, praising the reality they have whitewashed, how come no one has ever expressed such gratitude to Mortarion except the Death Guard?

Mortarion was confused by this.

This huge and crazy force of faith squeezed everything on Terra, almost making Mortarion breathless. He felt a little depressed and anxious.

The power of the Pale Lord does not come from the Emperor, nor is it the same source as him. He is just himself.

He will change history again.

This time he fights for humanity.

The Pale Lord lowered his eyes and heard the trumpets in the sunlight, and the angels climbed the platform to welcome the cheers of the people.

With a crackling sound, he grew again, completely releasing his essence. There was only one chance - otherwise the world would turn into a kingdom of God on earth.

This time, salvation still came from darkness.

[8:59 AM]

The saint chosen from the mortal world, who was admired by all, stood on tiptoe and looked up, took up the crown and walked slowly towards the angel.

At the same time, a group of moths transformed from bones flew up from under the feet that no one cared about.

Wearing the crown, the giant jumped high, the cold wind whistled in the sky, and the angel seemed to hold the stars in his hands.

In Sanguinius's eyes, the sky above Terra was magnificent and bright, and the sun seemed to never set. His golden eyes flashed across the sky of Baal, so beautiful, so simple, the past is always worth recalling.

In a trance, Sanguinius thought he was still standing on Baal, admiring the sunset of Baal alone, letting the strong wind mess up his wings.

He didn't realize that a tear of blood from red to black flowed from the corner of his eye, he didn't realize the fangs growing in his mouth, he was just in a trance for a moment.

After the empire was torn apart, the archangel smiled from the bottom of his heart for the first time.

He missed Baal,

He was very happy at that time.

Then, the sun that almost filled the sky turned towards him, revealing its dark side.