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

Chapter 795 [237.] You and I, staring at each other

Robert Guilliman was silent.

The emperor who had just taken office was so confused and shocked that people could see these two emotions on his face, which always concealed his expression very well.

His blue eyes were in the eye sockets that stared at official documents day and night, trembling slightly.

Looking back on Robert Guilliman's magnificent life, he had experienced the ups and downs of brothers turning against each other, witnessed the curtain falling, and the splendor of turning the tide. He saw the fall of Sanguinius and the betrayal of Malcador; he seized power between the fall of gods, and he also defeated the emperor at the dinner table.

In short, as Robert Guilliman, the Lord of the Empire, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Macragge, the father of the Ultramarines Legion, and the Empire's largest nuclear-powered horse, what has Guilliman not seen?

Sorry, Guilliman has never seen this scene.

Even though he had heard of that absurd fate in Rogal Dorn, even though Guilliman had imagined it countless times in his mind, when that [Robert] stood in front of him, Guilliman suddenly realized that his previous psychological preparation was nothing.

That [Robert Guilliman] stood there.

Standing in front of him.

He... looked more like an emperor.

[Robert Guilliman] was not wearing armor.

The night was deep, and the twinkling lights flashed across the black silk.

The wide dark blue cloak fell behind him, like the tail feathers of a black phoenix dragging on the ground, and the gold pattern of the gilded jacquard opened its eyes on the white glaze skin, reflecting different lights every moment as the [Primarch] moved.

The true colors of the empire are gold, white and red.

But that [Empire] was obviously not.

The emperor re-determined its true colors, changed the etiquette, divided the scale, and ruled the world - black is the right, blue is the leader.

The winner has the right to decide.

Between the gilded jacquard, medals and ribbons, the face is dazzling at the moment.

His face is just the right amount of thin, not as bony as a tramp, nor as rich as a wealthy family, but God-given bones are as hard as rock.

On the knife-like nose bridge, the blue eyes in the deep eye sockets are flowing with the stars of the Milky Way, as if the entire Milky Way is flowing in his eyes.

And the fact is that, whether people believe it or not, the smiling [Robert Guilliman] in front of them is in charge of the entire Milky Way -

Everyone should kneel down to him.

Kneel down.

In front of such [Robert Guilliman], the dazzling crown on his head inlaid with countless gems faded and turned into an insignificant colorful pebble on the seashore -

The entire sea is surging in front of you, how can you pay attention to the stones at your feet.

He is the sea, he is the Milky Way.

The kingdom of the king is the extension of the king's hands, feet and consciousness.

Magnus, who had stuffed himself into the shadows of the corner, finally pulled his eyes away from [Guilliman]. He quickly glanced at their Robert, and his eyes moved back and forth between the two Roberts. Guilliman's expression became more and more gloomy.

Compared with the black and blue [Guilliman], their Guilliman was obviously more tired, more... more vicissitudes?

Guilliman's golden hair was not like the marble sculptures on the opposite side. Instead, it was messed up by the king because of long-term sitting at the desk. The golden hair was noisy, and even the bloodshot under Guilliman's eyes.

Their Guilliman was more like an employee who had worked hard in the office for half his life, except that he would hold a cigarette in his mouth in his spare time and smoke it by leaning against the window.

Guilliman seemed to be aware of the difference between himself and the opposite side, and took a deep breath.

He felt a little tired - Guilliman knew why he felt this way. He saw another him, another self he could have become.

A "bright" future that disregarded moral bottom line and regarded others as tools in his hands.

Many times, as long as you abandon the moral bottom line and indulge yourself, things will often be solved well, and you will reserve enough space for indulgence.

Guilliman could even imagine his private bathhouse across the Terra continent - the bathtub flowing with milk, honey, and lead-mixed wine.

Guilliman sighed again in his heart.

Now is not the time for him to sigh.

Everyone has already moved away, as if leaving the main field of verbal battle to the two Guillimans. As long as they raise their eyes slightly, the two Guillimans will meet their eyes.

Robert Guilliman could feel that everyone's eyes were hovering between him and that [him]——

The only good thing was that that [Motarion] was obviously much more eye-catching than this [Guilliman].

Even Guilliman himself couldn't help but look at that [Motarion] after recovering from the shock of seeing another self.

Is that... Mortarion?

The tall and polite standing posture, a gloomy and noble gray-haired man was standing in front of them. His eyes were not as sharp as Mortarion's, but slightly gentle and evasive.

It was like surrendering to the whole world.

Seeing people's eyes looking at him, that [Motarion] bowed slightly and saluted.

Sanguinius felt that Magnus beside him was about to scream, and the archangel was quick to pat Magnus with his wings to stop Magnus from pointing at [Motarion] in amazement.

[Mortarion] The first impression is many times better than the Lepidopteran Mortarion, who is emitting vulture poisonous gas, psychic, mutant wings, and is behind them now.

Guilliman didn't need to look back, he knew that Mortarion was now spitting out a large amount of smoke. Those breaths were so powerful that they blew up the hair on the back of Guilliman's head. Guilliman felt the coolness behind him.

Mortarion's expression must be wonderful now.

Guilliman thought with a tense expression. It was a pity that he could not look back and appreciate it now, but had to deal with the crisis from "himself".

【I don't understand you. 】

Guilliman said with a majestic tone, even though the person opposite him was just the projection of [Guilliman].

【Alliance. 】

[Robert] said, he opened his hand, and the thick velvet satin blue cloth slipped from his forearm. He looked at Guilliman, the look in his chaotic blue eyes was so sincere.

But Guilliman would be damned if he was deceived by that appearance.

After experiencing the Emperor's deception, Robert Guilliman's heart would never again be shaken by falsehood.

This [Guilliman] is still slightly inferior to the Emperor's acting skills.

Guilliman lamented in his heart that perhaps the Emperor's sincere lies were a deception that could never be rejected.

【Alliance? 】

Guilliman said softly that the opponent might not know that they knew about the fate of the opponent.

Even if he knows, he will pretend to be ignorant.

[One party in the alliance is destined to perish. I am not optimistic about this alliance. 】

Guilliman pointed out the gap between the two sides in an understatement. He looked at [Guilliman], those eyes were so unfamiliar.

[Guilliman]'s eyes were like a galaxy completely infiltrated by subspace, chaotic and starry.

But Guilliman's eyes were still looking at something. Terra's sun shone on the azure ocean, never falling.

【indeed,】

[Guilliman] laughed,

[But I don't think one of us can face the Necron alone - leaving us to face the Necron? It's a little too cruel. 】

[Have you solved the Necron? 】

【Exactly. 】

[Guilliman] turned sideways, revealing [Mortarion] behind him. A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in [Mortarion]'s eyes, but he still stepped forward politely, and suddenly grasped something in his big pale hands.

Bang! ! !

With a crisp metallic sound, the iron lump in [Mortarion's] hand hit the floor of Macragge's Glory, and the Silent King's decapitated head spun on the ground.

The room suddenly fell silent.

No one told Magnus about the twin fate lines, so Magnus was shocked how the Silent King died;

Sanguinius fell into a meaningful silence. The archangel may have thought of the afternoon when he gave the Silent King the golden mask;

Mortarion was still staring at that [Mortarion].

Guilliman silently lamented in his heart that it would be great if Mortarion on his side obeyed orders like this, instead of having to use his psychic powers.

【……】

[A very remarkable feat. 】

After a while, Guilliman sighed from the bottom of his heart and spread his hands helplessly.

[Then there is no need to cooperate. You are fully capable of fighting, my friend. 】

[No, the future of this destiny is obviously more bumpy - we have not yet faced a full-scale resurgence of Necron,

After accurate predictions and calculations, I believe that if my empire faces an entire race of resurrected Necrons, both sides will inevitably suffer losses - it is better to form an alliance. 】

[Guilliman] Chen said earnestly, [Mortarion] carefully walked back behind [Guilliman] again.

...make alliances, betray, gain, and become king.

[Guilliman] It's always like this.

[Mortarion] thought slowly, and he glanced at [Guilliman] secretly. The golden chain rune on [Mortarion]'s neck was dimming.

This is how [Guilliman] proclaimed himself emperor. He sat on the throne on the blood and corpses of his father and brother, unified the galaxy, and became the Ten Thousand Years Emperor.

But will he get his wish this time?

[Mortarion] was silent. He looked around at the others in the room. He saw a more embarrassed and more alive Guilliman. He saw... why did Sanguinius have wings?

And Magnus... Ah, Magnus, Mortarion had almost forgotten what their dead brother looked like.

Of course, there is...

That himself.

The moment he saw himself, [Mortarion] couldn't help but lament in his heart how ugly and unruly he was.

That Mortarion seemed like a wild man who had just walked out of the Garden of Nurgle. There was no trace of being disciplined by the human world on his body. His thin and sunken face did not care about the smell of others at all. Talion just stood there with such a sting, as if his existence was to give the world and everyone a middle finger.

[Mortarion] sighed in his heart and gasped for air. When he was searching for information before, he had learned about this Mortarion.

But it wasn't until he actually saw his other self that he truly understood why the two adjectives "terrible" and "alternative" were assigned to Mortarion by the Empire.

How could he - how could he look like this? !

While lamenting, [Mortarion] felt a sense of desolation and anger in his heart. If he was free and at ease...if he had not been shackled by this fate...would he also choose to be so arrogant?

That Mortarion's waist was straight, while [Mortarion's] waist was deeply bowed.

Is this a sad fate?

[Mortarion] heard the bickering between the two Guillimans in his ears. He had neither the intention nor the intention to listen. The game between the two cunning and experienced politicians was always nasty and long.

There are only two outcomes, alliance or no alliance.

According to [Mortarion], Guilliman, who looks more like a living person than an icy crown, will choose to form an alliance. After all, for them, a strong psychic ally who comes to their door is almost a piece of fat. Meat.

Now both sides have their own little thoughts, and both plan to fight against the Necrons before they are about to die - it depends on who is more confident of defeating whom.

[Guilliman] thinks they can defeat another empire.

[Mortarion] sneered in his heart, [Guilliman] probably didn't know much about this empire, after all, his news was brought back by [Mortarion].

[Mortarion] would never tell him too much about Hades.

Thinking of Hades, [Mortarion] suddenly turned pale. His eyelids twitched and he looked at Mortarion, the existence behind him.

[Guilliman] is a holographic projection, so he cannot feel the pressure of that existence, but [Mortarion] is standing in front of him.

[Mortarion] had already changed himself into the weakest pure physical form, but he still felt cold sweat when he entered this door, goosebumps crawled up his spine, and his soul was screaming to prevent him from entering. .

I don’t know how those people could bear to be in the same room with... it.

But on the other hand, [Mortarion] does not dare to underestimate [Guilliman]. After all, [Guilliman] will definitely guard against [Mortarion] - those gods who were crushed by the First Rebel. There will be truth mixed in the fragments, and [Guilliman] must have learned something from them.

Although [Mortarion] has tried his best not to leak information to [Guilliman].

Could that really be Hades...

[Mortarion] had a lot of thoughts in his mind. It turned out that the soulless man could grow to such a size, which was almost as big as an entire chaotic entity——

No, maybe it will be stronger.

turn out to be……

turn out to be……

turn out to be……

[Mortarion] remained silent. He silently locked eyes with Mortarion. When they first met, no one dared to say much. Except for the two Guillimans, the two "agents" of the empire, no one said much. Qualifications for speaking more.

[Mortarion]'s eyes still couldn't see through that Mortarion, looking at the existence on the hospital bed that was blocked by him.

He just wanted to take a look and see if the demigod in the physical world was really Hades.

The guy he once knew.

But Mortarion didn't give him a chance until the discussion was over.

[Guilliman] nodded with satisfaction, seemingly satisfied with this meeting. The holographic projection pretended to nod towards [Mortarion], realizing that this meeting was over.

Then, amid the farewells, the projection of [Guilliman] disappeared among the lights.

Mortarion still stared at [Mortarion] and spoke the first words between him and him,

[Why don’t you get out? 】

Mortarion said, and [Mortarion] smiled politely.

[The two sides have formed an alliance. I am the envoy sent by Guilliman - the great Lord Guilliman. Can I apply for a room required by the envoy? 】

This sentence was spoken to Guilliman, and they had already discussed it.

Make an alliance.

Ignoring the gaze of Mortarion's swordsman behind him, Guilliman nodded, and then [Mortarion] was satisfied and prepared to leave.

He obviously didn't plan to stay long. A true hunter is patient and should not rush forward.

only……

[Mortarion] stared at the Mortarion in return for his words. When he walked to the door, [Mortarion] held the door with one hand and spoke,

[If you can, please tell me that Herrera, Karas and Vox all miss him very much. 】

Squeak——

The door was gently closed.