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

Chapter 724 172. The real inappropriate person

【Three months later】

【Terra】

applause!

Again and again, with a long gap in between - the applause was strong and calm, echoing in the towering space of Terra's underground palace.

The Imperial Army took them to the hall, with the Pale Lord at the front, followed by Hades, who was discussing dinner with Angron. After that, Sanguinius, who was lying in the mobile treatment cabin, looked calm, and Guilliman At the end, the treatment cabin is being pushed forward.

They walked on the red carpet in the empty hall and saw no other people, only hearing the applause.

The red carpet stretched forward, and the last step climbed to the high platform. On the high platform, the throne stood—but it was empty.

The disdain in Mortarion's eyes almost overflowed, and there was a gasp from behind the mask, but then the voice behind him interrupted Mortarion.

Hades put his hand on Mortarion's shoulder, the original turned back, and the two looked at each other.

"I'll do it."

Hades said, letting go of his hand, then raising his volume and shouting towards the hall,

"oi! Lao Deng! Come out!"

These words made Guilliman's expression freeze for a moment like a burst mask, and Angron did not suppress the smile on his lips this time.

But neither Guilliman, Angron, nor even the unconscious Sanguinius corrected Hades for such a disrespectful name.

The applause paused for a moment.

No matter how you listen to it, there is a deep sound of mysterious footsteps, stepping on the marble carpet.

"He can indeed leave."

Hades cursed under his breath, and Mortarion sneered.

"I just wanted to give you a surprise."

A random voice sounded, and Neos emerged from the shadow of an unknown corner in the hall. He was standing on the first step of the high-rise building.

No one discovered him in advance.

Neos did not wear armor. On the contrary, he only wore an unbleached wool toga, with a slightly yellowish robe hanging above his ankles, and no other decorations.

It looks very simple, but on Terra, a piece of pure natural wool is extremely rare.

"surprise."

Mortarion repeated the word calmly, but the Pale Lord's tone turned the word into something sarcastic.

Hades felt Angron pull him back with his hand.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Angron's resolute eyes - the Lord of Red Sand told him with his eyes that they would let them fight this fight.

Even Guilliman pushed Sanguinius to the scene without hesitation. The treatment cabin passed by Hades, and Guilliman patted Hades on the shoulder.

Hades blinked.

Then he felt the lower part of his cloak being pulled. Hades turned back and lowered his gaze and saw the hooded old man.

Malcador showed a smiley expression and mouthed a few words.

Let them come.

Before Hades could express his position, Malcador directly pulled the corner of Hades' cloak and walked back. Hades had to step back to keep up -

Because he felt that if he didn't move, Makado would probably be staggered by him.

Behind Hades, Mortarion and his entourage walked over aggressively. The tall original body walked over, while the mortal-sized Neos still maintained his mysterious smile.

He stepped forward to a platform level with the Primarchs.

"I think you have a lot of questions - I'll answer some of them."

Neos said calmly, ignoring the primarchs who were already surrounding him. The three demigods had bright eyes, but he just lowered his eyes and looked at Sanguinius with his dark brown eyes. Si's face.

"Welcome back, my children."

The Emperor touched the transparent cover of the treatment chamber, and then Angron "invited" his hand down.

[I don't think Sanguinius wants you to do this. 】

The Lord of Red Sand smiled gently.

Neos finally stopped laughing.

………………

"Oh! Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down!"

Hades shouted, climbing up the stairwell slightly awkwardly. This was a spiral staircase, and Hades had to bend down to walk.

Malcador burst into laughter.

"Slow-moving old thing!"

He shouted happily, and then his old body rushed up like a monkey,

"Wait?! Who are you calling an old guy?!!"

Hades shouted - who is the oldest among them? !

But the only response to him was the repeated laughter in the stairwell. Hades had to grit his teeth and follow. Damn, can't this stairwell be made bigger? !

His armor made a sharp collision sound between the walls, and three lighting torches were knocked off by him. Finally, a burst of light lit up in front, Hades lowered his head again, and finally walked into the room with difficulty. .

For Hades, this is a relatively small room.

A round table was placed in the center of the room, and the entire two walls were covered with bookshelves. Countless tattered books and trinkets were stuffed inside. The side facing Hades's door was a viewing window. Red velvet curtains on both sides.

It can be seen that the homeowner is very particular, but everything here is too small, making Hades feel like the giant Alice who has mistakenly entered the rabbit kingdom.

Beside the round table, Malcador sat lazily on a large chair that was obviously not suitable for his body type, with his legs dangling off the ground and looking at the opposite side of him with disdain.

Opposite Malcador was an ordinary man who was bowing to Hades. His clothes were simple and his temperament was the type that would make people ignore him in the crowd at first sight.

"Hello, I've heard your name for a long time."

Orpeson said with respect, then he raised his eyes,

"Perhaps you have heard of me before. My name is Orperson - the Emperor's first Warmaster."

Oh my god, Orr thought, and he silently moved his gaze elsewhere. He felt a little cold sweat. From the perspective of the immortal, he saw a messy black mass, like a broken TV set in the old era. The picture looks like a monster created by human civilization in the past.

He felt slightly unwell, weak, nauseous, and his soul was screaming for him to get out of here as soon as possible.

Orr realized almost instinctively that he should not stay here. For that kind of creature, the soul of the immortal would be more dazzling and delicious.

But opposite him, Malcador sat calmly and continued to scorn the group of beings whose true appearance could not be seen at all.

Obviously he couldn't run away screaming right now.

Cold sweat streamed down Orr's forehead, and the being responded to him, but he only heard rough noises. If his attention was focused, he could barely understand Pluto's words.

That being said,

"...Hades...Ming...Hello."

"I suppose you don't want to miss a good show, Ogryn."

Malcador said, which diverted the attention of the being. Orr breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded apologetically, then jumped back and sat on the chair that was too big for him.

"Wait, isn't there a bigger chair?"

Hades bent over and sat on a small chair - all the chairs in the room were of the same size. Malcador smiled and did not answer, but poured Hades a cup of tea with a big teapot. The teacup was in Hades's hand just like a doll's.

"That's it."

Makado said with a smile.

"This room was set up to make it difficult for all of us."

Then he held the big teacup in both hands and shook his head toward the viewing window. Their current location was in a small booth on the upper floor of the hall, which was like a private room on the upper floor of a theater.

"They started arguing."

Malcador said calmly,

"Do you want to hear the primarchs criticize Neos first, or do you want to question me first?"

Hades was silent for a moment. He pretended to take a sip of tea, but before he could taste it, the tea was gone.

Macado refilled his glass.

"Let's have some fun first."

Hades said firmly, causing Malcador to chuckle. The old man seemed satisfied with this answer, and then the three of them stretched their necks together.

The nature of human beings is to watch the fun.

…………

[Did you do that on purpose? 】

Guilliman asked in disbelief. He was half-kneeling in front of the Lord of Mankind. His short golden hair was like burning gold. His sapphire blue eyes were looking at Neos, and he placed one hand on the side of Sanguinius's treatment chamber.

Nios just smiled faintly,

"No matter how I answer, the real answer will only be in your heart, my child."

【you……】

Guilliman's lips trembled,

[Did you really give visions to angels? 】

The Lord of Mankind stopped answering. Mortarion, who was standing aside with his arms folded and turning on the air conditioner, sneered. The Pale Lord raised his voice.

[I think you are still hiding something from us now - let me ask you, Neos, where is Leon? Where are Khan and Russ? Where did Vulkan go? 】

The Pale Lord leaned down, his eyes narrowed, and a shadow enveloped the Lord of Humanity.

[You know where they are... but you won't tell, Neos. 】

\u0026quot;I was about to break the news to you,\u0026quot;

The face of the Lord of Mankind did not change;

"Aren't you going to Nurgle's Gardens, Mortarion? Before then, Vulkan will appear."

Poisonous gas sprayed on Neos' face.

[You only answered one question. 】

"When did you care so much about your brother's life, Mortarion?"

【Don't! 】

Angron suddenly appeared beside Mortarion and Neos. The Lord of Red Sand held Mortarion's fist tightly with one hand.

【calm. 】

The Lord of the Red Sand said that some special power flowed from his hands. After a few breaths, Mortarion seemed to become calmer, and the primarch lowered his arms.

Angron raised his hand to signal Mortarion to calm down, then frowned and looked at Neos. The Lord of Red Sand took a deep breath, and then said in a rough voice,

[As offensive as it may be, I want you to say something human—or do something human, Neos. 】

Angron emphasized the word "father".

“Everything I say and do is human and everything I do is right.”

The emperor said calmly, and at the same time, Hades, who was watching from the high platform, couldn't help but sigh,

"He's really not a human being."

Hades sighed, and the two people beside him also made sounds of approval.

[You mean to ignore your heir, treat him as a tool, and not remove the butcher’s nail for him? 】

This time Angron took the lead in blowing the clarion call to start the team, and the anti-imperialist pioneer Mortarion immediately followed up to make up for the damage.

[You mean that you have been out of contact for 10,000 years and allowed your colleagues to do evil during this period? 】

In the end, Guilliman, who had always maintained the necessary courtesy towards Neos, dealt a real blow.

[Why do you treat Sanguinius like this? ! 】

Guilliman asked, filled with disappointment.

Although he lost his smile, Neos still looked calm,

"Being unkind, unjust, unfaithful, unfilial, and impolite are not inconsistent with true success. Indeed, according to your standards, I am ashamed of you, but I never feel sorry for it - because I did nothing wrong."

[So you mean that as long as it is right, we can be unfaithful and unfilial? ]

Death asked coldly, as if he only heard these two words, but the Emperor answered fluently,

"Do you think you are loyal or filial to me now, Mortarion?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Hades, who was watching the show, couldn't help but cough.

Mortarion's face became darker, and even Angron next to him began to cough.

Guilliman was not affected, his eyes were still firm,

[Then I hope you can explain the real purpose and value behind these actions, my father. 】

Robert Guilliman's golden hair was shining, and the crown made of psychic fragments was shining above his head. The kneeling king was asking the Emperor sincerely -

As if he was really thinking about whether to let the Lord of Mankind continue to steer the helm of the Empire.

Even though Guilliman had worked for more than a thousand years, and even though he sometimes sighed at official documents, he obviously had more courage and conscience than the others when facing official documents and responsibilities.

"Fuck, he's serious."

Hades exclaimed in a low voice, watching Guilliman resolutely hold Neos' hand.

[Please tell me the truth, father. 】

Hades suddenly had a bad idea in his mind,

"Wait?! Neos won't take this opportunity to run away, right?"

He asked, but Malcador and Orpesson didn't respond to him. They looked gloomy, as if they answered Hades' question.

So will Neos choose conscience this time?