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

Chapter 810 【252.】【Robert Guilliman】

[I have an uneasy thought...]

Angron muttered under his breath as he sank into the lounge sofa Guilliman had prepared for them. Mortal servants walked around the tall primarch, waxing their armor so that they looked More glitter.

Mortarion, who was resting with his eyes closed next to him, heard these words, opened his eyes, and stared at Angron.

【You don’t have to come. 】

Motali paused for a moment, then spoke again, and said sincerely,

[I imagine Guilliman will give you a wide berth. It's hard for us all to face our other side... but I imagine it will be even harder for you to accept. 】

[If I were you, I might choose to find a better battlefield to bury myself. 】

There is no yin and yang in this sentence, but an expression of Mortarion's true feelings. Now he wants to chop his other self into mincemeat - the only thing to be thankful for is that [Mortarion] at least has the necessary skills. etiquette.

But [Angron] who was thrown into the tunnel... it's hard to say.

Mortarion watched Angron take a deep breath once, and then another. During the continuous deep breaths, the Lord of Red Sand's frown finally relaxed.

【No,】

Angron's eyes flashed with determination,

【I need to face him——

I can think that if I escape, he will only get the pleasure of victory. I cannot admit defeat in this regard, Mortarion, no one wants to lose to the opponent. 】

What he said was absolutely true. Mortarion nodded, unable to help but admire Angron's determination, so arduous.

He thought of what Slaanesh had done to him... Mortarion felt goosebumps crawling up his spine. If Slaanesh had been in his own face... Mortarion really didn't know if he could survive it. .

【and,】

Angron nodded uneasily and accidentally bumped into a servant walking by. The original body quickly raised his hand to apologize, telling the nervous servant not to take it to heart.

Then he resumed his topic, his brows furrowed into a hill again,

[Mind and emotion control and influence is a very hidden thing. Although it is a category of psychic abilities, compared with general psychic skills, for psychics, mind and emotion control is less easy to detect - they There are no particularly obvious psychic fluctuations. 】

Mortarion understood.

[Are you worried that "Angron" is playing tricks on us? You underestimate us, Angron. 】

Angron smiled,

[I hope this is the best, but I have to take a look, Mortarion, not everyone has a strong enough soul like you, and I am very worried about the person opposite me who has more power in this regard than we imagine. ability. 】

After the Butcher's Nail was completely removed, Angron gradually recovered his original talent, but he usually only used it to improve the morale of his own side, or to comfort the wounded and confused soldiers, rather than using it for more sinister purposes. place.

He is first of all a gladiator, and gladiators are inherently upright.

Even so, Angron's talent also makes him outstanding in insight and subtle manipulation of emotions.

Not to mention that [Angron] who often uses his own abilities...

Mortarion was silent for a moment, then the door was pushed open, and Sanguinius and Magnus walked in together to make the final preparations before the dinner.

[Perhaps you can tell us in detail how you use your abilities? 】

Angron nodded, swallowed, and began to speak,

[Every soul is different...]

…

[Another fate line]

[past]

[Every soul is different, brightness, color, shape, smell, touch...]

[Angron] spoke, bowed and stretched out his hand towards [Guilliman].

[Guilliman] did not give his hand to [Angron]. The Lord of Macragge stared at [Angron] with interest, holding a sharp sword in his other hand.

[I have fully documented my previous memories and personality. Angron, if after today, I walk out of this room any different from the me before, I think your World Eaters will be destroyed faster. . ]

[Mortarion] noticed that the smile on [Angron's] mouth froze for a moment without leaving any trace.

[You are always so cold, Guilliman... You are obviously not like this when you get along with our other brothers. ]

[Because you touched on what I care about,]

[Guilliman] smiled warmly. After saying this, he stretched out his sword and cut his hand open. Then, sparkling blood dripped out.

[I still like to clarify the stakes before cooperation... Being too ambiguous will make you always want to try to put your hands into my armor, Angron. ]

The blood dripped from [Guilliman]'s palms and dripped into [Angron's] palms.

That was not ordinary blood, but some spiritual energy from the original body, or even some shallow soul fragments.

[Mortarion] watched coldly from outside the altar. After the risks and benefits were acceptable, [Guilliman] was willing to do something more radical.

[Guilliman] Those words were too euphemistic, [Mortarion] thought coldly, if not stopped, [Angron] would not only reach into the armor, he would reach under the cloth and skin. Below, he directly grasped the beating internal organs.

Then he will transform you according to what he thinks is "happiness".

[Mortarion] has met some mortal believers of [Angron]. It is precisely because of these believers that [Angron] has gained fanatical support and welcome in some specific worlds.

To be honest, [Mortarion] doesn’t know what the meaning and value of life are for those handsome men and women who giggle all day long, sing from time to time, play mentally retarded games, or have sex. They look like a piece of dopamine-filled Meat.

But mortal people pursue these, and [Angron] satisfies them.

[Mortarion] knows that [Angron], these so-called believers used for propaganda, will not exist for more than a year. After one year, the stimulation will weaken. In order to continue to maintain their high happiness, [Angron] They will have to be transformed into deeper believers and servants.

And those deep-seated believers...hehe...

When [Mortarion] negotiated with [Angron] this time, the original body was "friendly" helping one of his deep believers to find happiness. [Mortarion] crossed his arms and stared at the lump of flesh and blood. After being stripped away, only a bunch of nerve bundles and brains were left, sneering coldly.

This thing can't even do abomination intelligence. Even the most basic thinking and logic ganglia have long been soaked, leaving only a sense of speedlessness.

But even so, the believers of [Angron] are extremely grateful to the original body——

Most of them were people suffering from illness or poor people, but they were also a certain part of these classes, because some of the suffering people had a strong rebellious spirit, so [Angron] did not like them.

The original body is also extremely popular with the noble class, and ordinary nobles can directly become deep believers of [Angron].

However, the behavior of the original body seems to have leaked to Terra. [The Emperor] once seriously warned [Angron] once, and then reduced the supplies of the World Eaters Legion——

But again, [Angron] doesn't care.

[Angron] ecstatically caught the drop of blood from [Guilliman]. The original body raised his head in enjoyment and closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying something. [Mortarion] could see it. [Angron] The eyes that are trembling crazily under his eyelids——

………………

【? ? Fantasy? ? 】

[Angron] opened his eyes, and the sunshine of Macragge was shining on his body, but he didn't feel any warmth.

He found himself standing outside a college-like building, with countless splendid marble statues looking back at him, clad in satin-blue satin.

He smelled blood, and people gathered together in horror and silence.

[Angron] turned his head, he thought of something, and the original body walked straight through the crowd and headed to the front.

At the front, on the high steps leading to the front of the academy building, a frightened young man's head rolled to the ground. [Angron] looked up and saw [Guilliman], who looked like he should take it for granted, standing there. At the top of the steps, the school uniforms were neatly arranged, and blood was splashed around his feet, but it did not stain the corners of his clothes at all.

Beside him, the decapitated body of his classmate collapsed on the ground.

[Guilliman] turned his head and stared at the crowd under the stairs.

[I won. ]

[Guilliman] pronounced the matter, and the dispute between him and this mortal on the subject was ultimately his victory,

[He could not understand my point of view and insisted on refuting me - with his completely wrong point of view, I explained to him three times, then I thought that it was necessary to end this topic that was not necessary to continue, his brain capacity was not enough to understand what I was saying What, so I chose to end it. ]

[Guilliman] said calmly, and he watched with some confusion as the people at his feet screamed in terror, and the crowd fled——

But he was stopped again by Ms. Yudun and the soldiers who came in a hurry.

"Seal down the scene!"

Ms. Euton shouted,

[Guilliman] I am very happy to see this lady coming. Compared with Erda, he still likes Euton more. The cookies Yuden bakes are delicious, but Erda will only say things to secretly provoke him to follow [ Lord of Mankind].

In this world, the only person who can educate [Guilliman] is the [Lord of Mankind]. The remaining mortals - arrogant and stupid, have no need to simply export their opinions to [Guilliman].

He blinked his blue eyes, walked down the steps obediently, and proudly showed Yudun another victory.

Jotun ran over in a hurry. Behind her, the soldiers of King Konnor, Lord of Macragge, used a little violence against the classmates. This was obviously necessary.

[Guilliman] lowered his head and patiently allowed Joden to quickly wipe the non-existent blood on his cheek with a handkerchief.

"you--"

Jotun sighed loudly, as if there was a huge ventilator in her chest, which made [Guilliman] worried about her.

"Why are you doing this? He is your classmate, Guilliman."

"You can't... you can't do this..."

Joden breathed again. [Guilliman] saw the tears in her eyes. She was regretting a lost life. [Guilliman] fully understood this. Her short life and short-sightedness were not enough to make her Realize that life is the least valuable resource in this galaxy.

[I'm sorry for causing you any trouble. ]

[Guilliman] blinked, and his long golden eyelashes trembled. In fact, after he determined that King Konnor would finish it for him + he could directly shut up that person + in the end Macragge would still announce [Guilliman ] For the sake of the queen, [Guilliman] simply killed the guy directly.

After all, there is nothing to lose, and you can go back and have an early dinner.

The delicacies in the palace were exquisite, but they were not as warm as those prepared by Ms. Euton herself for [Guilliman]. [Guilliman] never hesitated to praise Ms. Euden's craftsmanship.

Although [Guilliman] misses [Lord of Mankind] very much, because [Lord of Mankind] taught him too much, about war and rationality, [Emperor] personally taught [Guilliman] how to hold this side of the sword The sword of sanity on the side of war.

But Macragge was not boring. Here he met two other guys who tolerated him, two guys who would not hold the sword as strictly as the [Emperor].

According to common sense, [Guilliman] cannot break any taboos set by the [Emperor] - because he will really suffer unbearable punishment, and the slightest move will be discovered.

But it's different here. It teaches [Guilliman] how to find loopholes behind the rules, how to test the bottom line, and how to go further——

Perhaps after he studied with Macragge for a few years, he would understand how to deal with the Emperor more wisely.

This is a more rational choice, and [Guilliman] has no burden on it.

Only failure will give him negative feedback - this is the mark left by the Emperor on the Primarch.

[You are sad,]

[Guilliman] bent down and gently hugged Ms. Euton,

[I'm sorry, but I don't think killing a useless burden would affect you or me, and I'd like to end the debate. ]

Youdun said nothing, just sobbed softly.

Outside them, soldiers were pushing and shoving the crowd.

[Angron] was amazed. He felt that [Guilliman] was so pure that he was speechless. This scene was already lonely, so he continued to walk a few steps. The magnificent building collapsed, the candles were lit, and the thick carpet fell on him. Spread out your feet.

[Angron] raised his eyes and found that he was in an office, with a huge Macragge blanket hanging from the wall.

King Connaught, who was sitting behind the desk, held his face uncertainly, while Yudun stood in front of the desk with tears on his face.

"He is too dangerous..."

King Kangnuo sighed deeply and buried his face in his hands.

"He didn't think of himself as one of the others - he thought of himself as the shepherd and his classmates as the lambs whose lives he controlled."

"But he is not an ordinary person!"

Jotun screamed,

"Have you ever seen a child who grew to three meters tall at the age of three?! He, at least he doesn't have the same genome as us - my God!"

"Son of God...?"

King Kangnuo took a deep breath,

"But is the god really so cold-blooded?... We need to make him understand that he can't do this casually. At least he can't be so reckless. The Macraggeans will resent him."

In fact, [Guilliman] has already formed a group of fraternities centered around him in the academy. These young guys are proud of [Guilliman] and have no doubts about his theories.

[Guilliman] killing people only made these people even more fanatical.

[He can still be saved... He must still be saved...]

Yodon just cried,

[I can feel that he loves us - a child who knows love can know peace and understanding, as long as we let him understand that this love can expand. ]

King Kangnuo fell silent, and somewhere in his heart, he was also shaking.

King Konnor knew that Guilliman would become Macragge's true leader - a gift from heaven.

[Guilliman] will definitely lead Macragge to the stars and sea again and conquer the galaxy.

But - would [Guilliman] at that time really love his people as his own children? He didn't have the qualities that King Connaught most wanted him to have, and King Connaught felt a sense of fear.

The young man killed by [Guilliman] that day was one of the few in the academy who was unwilling to enter the [Guilliman] Brotherhood, and was the only one in the top twenty of the academy.

[Guilliman] Is it true that he kills people just because he is bored?

King Connaught was scared, but he couldn't do anything. [Guilliman] actually stopped him. King Connaught had no descendants. If he now announced that he abandoned [Guilliman], his adopted son, then what would happen next? Who should lead Kurag?

No matter who it is, it will once again set off a bloody storm - some archons also approve of [Guilliman]'s political views. If King Conor suddenly chooses to abandon [Guilliman]... [Guilliman] will not do it. What?

Yoden is also aware of this, so she is trying to use love... Is this love really protecting [Guilliman]? But protecting them both?

Perhaps as long as this emotion exists, [Guilliman] will not do anything in advance - all this is still within the scope of his acceptance, and he seems to believe that he should learn at this age.

King Connuo was silent, the light of the wall lamp on the wall flickered on and off, and the only sound in the room was Yoden's low sobs.

[Angron] watched this scene in silence, and he found it interesting - compared to the turbulent emotions of these two mortals, [Guilliman] had no emotions at all.

The original body felt something, and he penetrated directly through the wall, walked up, walked, walked - to [Guilliman]'s dormitory.

Without any hesitation, [Angron] passed through the wall.

[Guilliman] was humming an unknown Terran tune (perhaps taught to him by the [Emperor], or taught to him by the Custodes he killed), scribbling on the drawing board.

The arts are also something a student of Macragge should master.

[Angron] saw Guilliman painting the present Macragge—the crowded Macragge that was 10,000 times more efficient than the Hive.

The painting was almost finished, and Guilliman reached out and picked up a smiley cookie from the plate next to the drawing board.

[~]

[Guilliman] suddenly spoke, which scared Angron. The Primarch thought Guilliman saw him, but this was an illusion, which was impossible.

[I heard it. ]

[Guilliman] said in a low voice, and then he finished his painting—

The next moment, Guilliman cleanly took the blue paint and threw it on, and large patches of blue dripped on the painting.

Then, Guilliman began to paint the blue sky and white clouds of Macragge "now" based on this blue tone.

[Thank you for the cookies, Lady Euden. ]

[Guilliman] blinked,

[But you can't hear me, I will thank you in person later. ]

The real masters of this family are the children.