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

Chapter 812 [254.] Semi-star lineup!

The door was slowly opened by the courtesy officers on both sides——

The first person to come towards us is the cold-blooded king, lord of the empire, and king of evil, [Robert Guilliman]!

The fingertips are playing with the ministers, the golden crown on the head is smiling, and the look between the eyebrows is not the aura of the emperor, but the calmness of walking in the Milky Way. In ancient times, many outstanding people turned their heads in vain, and the sun rose again, but only Seeing the azure blue on the top of the mountain, smiling all over the world.

[Good day. ]

[Robert Guilliman] has a smile on his face and is calm and collected.

Guilliman, the Lord of Cows and Horses, hurriedly greeted him, but the eyes of the original bodies behind him hurriedly glanced behind [Robert].

Immediately following [Robert Guilliman], walking towards us is Minister of Faith and Truth, fallen believer, misbeliever [Lorgar Aurelion]!

Is there a hint of genuineness in the modest smile? Full of loyalty, but unexpectedly fell into the mirror; an ordinary bird swallows the sun, boasts of a golden crow, and forcibly defeats the ambitions of others; the waiter of the phoenix tree is blind and difficult to distinguish, but he is just making a wedding dress for others!

[Lorgar Aurelion] bowed slightly toward the people in the room, and his simple clothes perfectly highlighted the brilliance of [Guilliman].

Sanguinius's pupils narrowed invisibly for a moment.

Next to [Luojia], the inferior gene collection enthusiast, ghoul, and eclipse of the moon [Sanguinius] reflected those otherworldly wings in his bloody eyes.

Mortals have never given birth to white feathers, it is just a fool played by Satan; the high wind has not struck, only corpses are everywhere on the ground, the wounded soldiers lament, the war breaks out and the pain is born; victory or defeat is just a big dream, why should we be serious? Hiding in the peach source brings happiness, covering the bright moon with my hand.

Without seeing the brilliance, the white moon is just a piece of stone - there have been moon-admirers in ancient and modern times, but a gentleman knows that a bare stone is the original jade.

Magnus took a breath, and he realized that [Sanguinius]'s face was not as handsome as the person next to him.

The first person to fall into the path of Chaos, the one who broke the contract by playing tricks on the three gods, and the first rebel [Mortarion] showed his standard and very confusing smile.

You are born to be rebellious, but you only have subordinates at your knees, so why should you pinch your rebellious bones for him? Ordinary people are too far away from the golden sun to see their hearts; they once met a good friend, but unexpectedly turned away, why should they be allowed to live in this world for a while, which will only enrich their hearts? The golden house with high tiles is ultimately not as good as the laughter of old friends in the fog that day, chatting and laughing, talking to the world over wine, and sighing for the common people!

Common people suffer!

Searching and searching, the big temple is burning, but the bamboo basket is used to fetch water, and the golden lock is attached to the body. After ten thousand years, I flick my fingers and look at myself in the mirror. There are ghosts in the mirror, and I suddenly realize that the dream is not a dream, the truth is not real, and the truth is true and false.

It is really true, a dream is a dream, the truth interprets the dream, the dream becomes real, he will decide who is the big dream again! The vast expanse of white is so clean!

Behind [Mortarion], [Corax] exhaled a sparking breath impatiently. The Blood King, the Cruel Lord, and the Shrike looked at Conrad and Corax with interest.

The blood is gone, the white claws are cold, the ghost is no more than a boy, laugh a few times and disperse! The mountains and rivers of his family and country are not as good as his claws to kill heroes and his heads to sacrifice to the God of War! Life is free and easy, but only a few words from the old man can end the free and easy life! In vain to increase the mind! How sad? Fortunately? Bitter!

[Vulkan] beside [Corax] muttered something slowly. He didn't quite agree with [Corax]'s behavior and quietly poked [Corax].

The benevolent and foolish swamp dragon, the one who lives forever, the one who cries all day long [Vulkan]!

This is when birds enter the forest and fish enter the sea; the golden sun shines on the sea, ruthless and unrighteous, and it is annoying to see him crying and crying, the kindness of a woman; but you can look up and see from a distance, how can you not shed these tears and pour out your heart for the suffering in the world? The silver bead finally eroded its lock, and suddenly fell to the ground. I saw that the vast world suddenly became clear, and the cycle of life and death came to an end. Only today did I know that I am me!

Of course...these people who have thrown themselves into chaos have their own characteristics, but they are not as good as...Angron's pupils were shaking. He finally faced his nightmare, the most terrifying one among countless fate lines.

The armor does not completely cover his body. The favorite of Slaanesh is sparing no effort to show off his figure. The red and purple gauze hangs down, and the strength is looming underneath, as toned as a god of war; there are thin hollows and full of bliss potion. The beaded necklace pierced his skull and laughed with him while trembling. Dozens of bracelets jingled on his bare forearm, like a flock of melodious birds singing at the same time.

The color is strange and bright, and the liquid rushing into the hollow ring is stirring. Some of the liquid comes from the outside, and some comes from the inside. The small ring bites into the flesh and blood, and the amount of liquid is controlled according to the owner's thoughts.

The reddish-brown hair was braided into a gladiator's dreadlocks, with countless finely polished psyker bones embedded in it, and some shining orbs - devices that amplified the control ability of the ecstasy.

The wanton indulger, the lord of lust, the king of empathy [Angron]!

The hardest thing in the world to show true love is in the human heart. Born with a pair of fiery golden eyes, one can discern the unpredictability of the world, but unexpectedly, a piece of white silk on his body fell into the big purple and red dye vat! The golden eyes have no personal wishes, but they just want to fulfill their dreams in this world. Who would have thought that this world is so dirty!

Looking back again, it is already the treasure in the palm of the Prince of Paradise, such a fine house, such a beautiful maid, such a promiscuous boy, such fresh clothes, such good food, so good horses, indulgent in sexual pleasures, and a bright light in his heart, but it is not as good as everyone laughing together and being drunk in the heap of flesh! Sleeping with a big quilt!

Vulkan felt something was wrong with Angron next to him——

In fact, this is the greatest extent that Vulkan cares for his brother, because now his eyes are staring at the Benevolent Fool, and the Benevolent Fool is also staring directly at him.

The Fool on the other side could definitely sense the "new" authority in Vulkan - and he could also sense the chaotic Nurgle authority in the Fool.

Now, except for Magnus who had no counterpart (after all, the other Magnus was dead and was made into a Spinal Sword by Guilliman), and Konrad (but Konrad was already scared by the stare of the other Corax), the other Primarchs stared at their counterparts intently.

It can be seen that except for the two Sanguinius and Guilliman who had to maintain the necessary diplomatic etiquette, the others wanted to pounce on and tear apart their other selves.

It's a pity that Hades is not here now, otherwise he would have seen the ugly appearance of everyone in extreme shock and could have described it in more detail afterwards.

What's more regrettable is that because our great Trazyn needs to deal with the affairs of his own race, it does not have the spare energy to set up camera points here.

For a while, there was no sound in the hall except for the music and the two Guillimans' worthless confrontation and chat. Even the sound of breathing was so clear that it could be heard.

Time seemed to pass quickly, as if it was just a few seconds, and it seemed to pass very slowly, as if several centuries passed slowly while the primarchs looked at each other in silence.

Finally——

The two Guillimans nodded almost at the same time, indicating that their cattle and horses could move freely.

What surprised [Corax] was that [Angron], who usually messed around and was drunk, broke out faster than him.

[Angron] directly led the Shrike that was rushing towards Conrad by six body lengths, almost like a gust of wind, and the next moment, he stood in front of Angron.

At this moment, perhaps except for the two Guillimans with smiling faces who still remembered what they were here for and what they had planned to do before, the rest of them had forgotten that the same position was so attractive to them.

Angron calmed himself, he controlled himself to show any evasion and timidity, any reaction of panic or avoidance would be considered as the victory of the opponent.

He forced himself to remain calm, although his senses were always paying attention to the beads on the madman.

Angron waved to Vulkan and Sanguinius. They had planned to fight the enemy together, but now... it was time for a one-on-one battle.

Although one Slaanesh Angron was shocking, it was not as shocking as seeing another self.

Sanguinius also nodded tactfully, picked up the wine glass and walked directly towards the ghoul [Sanguinius] - the archangel was sure that his combat power was above the opponent.

At present, it is certain that Mortarion on their side is stronger than all the primarchs except [Guilliman] and [Mortarion] on the opposite side, and if the isotopes are compared with each other, I am afraid that only Sanguinius is better than the opposite self.

[Shocked? Me too. 】

Sanguinius smiled, revealing his fangs. He used one of his wings to flap around his other self and chatted with him in a corner.

The ghoul was a little surprised. He really didn't expect his other self to have wings. Isn't this a characteristic of mutants? Is this empire so tolerant of mutants?

But it seems... at least they all smelled the scent of their own kind on the other side.

The others were not so good.

Vulkan also left in shock. The shadow of the maniac was cast on Angron who was sitting. Why the hell was there a translucent part on his body? The lights in the hall shone through, casting all kinds of gorgeous colors on Angron.

Angron wanted to use the blood son to kill everyone now. He would chop the maniac's head first with an axe, and try to solve the problem with one axe to prevent the other side from getting too excited.

[I think you don't want to see me, the other... more glorious me? ]

The maniac said softly. He turned sideways to take the goblet on the table, just in time for the beads strung on his chest when he possessed him to hit Angron's side face.

The maniac felt very interesting, this was too interesting, he had sneaked into the [Feinus] studio and tried to play van games with [Fulgrim], but it was not so interesting.

He felt that the other self was obviously more immature - in terms of emotional manipulation and perspective, he obviously had no experience.

He loved to tease such serious people... Most of the maniac's companions were completely desensitized to his behavior, which made him feel quite boring.

The maniac [Angron] held the goblet in his hand, and the crystal clear liquid flowed through it. He was not in a hurry to go back, but lowered his head, blew gently in Angron's ear and said,

[But I think you don't mind us playing? Dear other self, you can chop me with your big axe. I haven't seen Nukeria's battle axe gameplay for a long time. ]

Angron felt himself flushed.

He clearly realized that the Butcher's Nail that he had removed long ago was buzzing on his head, roaring at him to chop the other person into pieces and throw him into Hades' black domain for destruction.

At the same time, the silent contest between the two Angrons had already begun. Because of the special nature of their psychic powers, none of the brothers could detect this.

Angron could feel the emotional perception and control of the Desire Maniac, which was like countless hairy tentacles with thorns. They flexibly reached up to Angron's head, stroked his scalp, and tried to pierce inside without covering up.

The golden light in Angron's eyes flashed, and he fought off those disgusting things without any hesitation. The next moment, the ecstasy screamed in surprise, and then Angron chose to take the initiative.

He didn't care.

The Lord of Red Sand directly strangled the other person's hand that was trying to reach out further, and then used brute force to press the other person onto a chair with lightning speed. In terms of pure comparison of strength, even if the luster took drugs, he couldn't compare. Angron.

Well, he finally drove the other side a little further away - before Angron could think this, he heard the ecstatic man's gasp.

[~...not rough enough,]

The lustful person commented, with a little dissatisfaction in his eyes,

[You restrained yourself too much, and you completely lost the initiative - is this the same with your other brothers? ]

Others?

Angron thought that he used his emotional perception to manipulate other people's mentality. He never thought that one day his turn would be like this.

As for brothers... Angron's heart trembled. He missed Hades so much. He believed that no one here was looking forward to Hades' arrival more than him.

But Guilliman told them in advance not to reveal too much information about their world, especially Pluto.

Hades! Ah-ahhhhh! Hades! ! ! Please accept this damn thing across from him! Angron swore that he was willing to be Hades's slave for a thousand years, as long as Hades could make the thing opposite him evaporate in place.

[Restraint is a virtue, it will not make me fall into the state of being neither human nor ghost like you. 】

Angron shot back, trying to sting the opponent, but unfortunately, he saw a bulge in the armor of the opponent's lower armor.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! !

Angron felt like he was going blind.

At this moment, Angron realized how kind and amiable Khorne was in the past. It turned out that falling into the way of Khorne was not a fall, but a kind of redemption - at least compared to this thing. of.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

He couldn't have a conversation with someone who could even breathe for a long time even after being beaten and scolded. The opponent's winning point lay in his lack of bottom line, and Angron would never let go of his bottom line!

In the game where he faced his other self without collapsing, Angron managed to last for six seconds and defeated 0% of the originals in total.

Angron suddenly suppressed his random thoughts and decided to find reinforcements. In the ecstasy's exclamation, he suddenly grabbed the ecstasy's arm, then looked around and found his allies.

Mortarion.

Mortarion is the only one among them who has faced Slaanesh directly. At this moment, he is sitting on a small table with the other [Mortarion] with a gloomy look on his face, talking about [Idiot] and [Idiot Rebound]. , [You are the idiot] and the like.

ah! The great Mortarion! It's time for you to save Angron!

Angron's eyes were empty, ignoring the sigh of the ecstasy, and then ran directly towards Mortarion!