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

Chapter 815 [257.] Father and son, sun and moon, and pervert

[I hope they can communicate happily with their other selves.]

The ceiling lights in the corridor cast layers of halos on the gray feathers. Two very similar primarchs walked in between. A faint and ominous blood surged from the corners of the wall and gradually filled the entire corridor.

[I don’t think they will communicate happily. After all, your acceptance of chaos is too low.]

The ghoul [Sanguinius] raised his mouth, his sharp fangs bared, and he looked at the other archangel with a smile.

The archangel’s eyes flashed with a dim light.

[That’s for them...]

Sanguinius said with a sigh,

[And I have tasted the fruits of corruption. For the Empire, the boundary between black and white is not clear. Evil deeds can also bring good results. I have been paid as a price.]

The ghoul shook his head,

[What’s the matter with you? ]

He slowed down his pace frivolously, walked around the angel, and reached out to touch the feathers - most of the outer layer was dull gray feathers, and under the long feathers, the new white down was shivering.

[I never thought about... thought about...]

[A pair of wings? ]

Sanguinius raised his eyebrows and shook his wings,

[A gift from the warp, the process of losing the primarch between you and me is different, I don't know why you are different from me. ]

[I think it must have caused you a lot of trouble... mutants. ]

The ghoul said softly, but the trouble he mentioned did not seem to refer to the prejudice of the Imperials against mutants, but another kind of trouble - a trouble that was shackled by honor and loyalty.

[You can't ignore the requests of others. ]

Sanguinius's tone became cold,

[People expect me, and I respond to them - it has been like this for a long time. ]

[Tsk tsk tsk, not a small trouble. ]

The ghoul laughed,

[This is the biggest gap between you and me, brother, you are expected because of these wings - and I am exiled because of the fangs at the corners of my mouth.]

Sanguinius was silent for a moment,

[How is Baal? ]

[Very good,]

The ghoul bared his teeth,

[Beautiful sunset - after I was picked up by the pure-blood clan, they thought that I was too big and had fangs in my mouth, so I was a mutant who needed to be exterminated. Although they argued about this at the time, the false emperor did teach me about fighting in difficult situations, so... you know the result.]

[You took the initiative.]

[Yeah... why not?]

The ghoul laughed,

[Compared to the pure-blooded humans who expelled mutants, I still prefer the mutants who grew up wildly under high radiation. They meet the false emperor's original positioning of me. ]

[But you don't look like that now...]

Sanguinius' tone slowed down, he took a few steps towards the other party, and then looked into the same eyes.

[...Fallen.]

[Aren't you not as holy as you say, Archangel?]

Sanguinius's essence is two opposite sides. When he is holy, the fallen side will gradually erode him and pull him into the endless blood; when he is corrupted, the holy side will slowly shine on him, and the stars will rise slowly, reflecting the dark soul.

[This is not the same.]

Sanguinius interrupted bluntly, he was looking for the anchor point, he looked at the ghoul expressionlessly--

[Who pulled you out of the blood? I don't think it was the Emperor.]

[Horus Lupercal.]

Ah, Sanguinius understood in his heart, as expected, he felt a little sick, a little emotional, and a little helpless.

Who else could it be? Even now, most of the Primarchs have a mediocre relationship with the Archangels. Guilliman and Angron can barely be considered to have a deep conversation with Sanguinius.

But Sanguinius usually doesn't look for anyone, just stays away from the group.

[It was Horus who led me into the Empire... At that time, the false emperor didn't take me seriously, so he randomly assigned the least favored and most neglected Primarch who was close to Baal to lead me. Obviously, this unlucky guy was Horus. ]

The ghoul said casually,

They all know how cold and clear they see this galaxy and this Empire, even if they don't show it on weekdays.

The heart is like a mirror, which probably refers to Sanguinius. He only occasionally worries about the issue of offspring.

[I didn't expect much from such a brother at first - what could I expect?

I was born to be designed to eat corpses to fight better, and my descendants are not picky about raw materials. Even mutants can be successfully transformed into "inferior people" on a large scale and quickly. We will be put on the worst battlefields, relying on eating enemy corpses and going crazy to improve our combat effectiveness. Even if there are heavy casualties, my gene seeds can quickly reinforce my army. ]

The ghoul's eyes were cold and clear, and the archangel felt a throbbing in his heart. Will he become such a type? On the road of fate, perhaps he almost fell into such an abyss.

However... Sanguinius laughed at himself in his heart. For thousands of years, his previous ascension to godhood could not escape his fate.

[With such an army and such a Primarch, does the Empire need to take us seriously? No need, just give us some poor supplies, a few low-quality recruitment planets, and then drop us on the enemy's planet. ]

The ghoul walked slowly, could he be sad when he said these words, the archangel felt sad.

[Things above this - respect, honor, and love, are things that don't need to be thought about. The moment I was found by the empire, I no longer expected this. ]

The ghoul [Sanguinius] paused for a moment, and then he blinked, with some hesitation and confusion in his eyes.

[But... I met Horus, an ordinary, ordinary brother who could not be more ordinary. However, he did not dislike me. Instead, he taught me how to integrate into the empire when I led the mutants. ]

The education of the Emperor and the training of Baal shaped [Sanguinius] into a ghoul, and [Horus Luperkar] inspired the bright side in this [Sanguinius]'s heart.

[I think Horus will say, when you ask him about it later, that he would do the same to any brother. 】

Sanguinius said as he watched.

[yes,]

The ghoul smiled bitterly,

[Horus, an ordinary guy, but he also has his own way of survival. He slickly and clumsily imitates the rest of the legion, and focuses his energy within the legion knowing that he is not appreciated - he is the most admired person I have ever seen. The Scion guy, there's a lot of energy within the Legion and I think I learned that from him. ]

Horus.

Sanguinius was silent. Horus was a man who was very affected by his surrounding environment. The warmaster who seemed invincible in the past was actually easily changed by a few words or actions of outsiders. The Wolf Shepherd was often It is likened to the moon - precisely because it does not emit light itself, but reflects the light from the sun.

It was the Emperor's expectations of Horus that shaped the man he became.

Sanguinius almost wanted to sigh subconsciously when he thought of Horus, who was at a loss and caused great disaster but was finally rescued by the Emperor.

The Emperor's attention and paternal love for Horus shaped Horus, but also destroyed him, turning him into a monster attached to his father, an incomplete man.

Horus Luperkar did not experience the Primarch's siege and wrath against the Emperor, nor did he experience Robert Guilliman's intellectual war against the Lord of Mankind. He never resisted the Emperor in a true sense. The Emperor has never really cried out. On a certain level, he still believes that the Emperor is omnipotent.

But is this Horus' fault?

This is mostly the **Emperor's fault!

Sanguinius rarely cursed in his heart. It was the Emperor's refusal to let go that had created Horus' state of inhumanity. As long as the old man let go and admitted something, Horus would not will become what it is today.

But this involves another question, that is - is the emperor's personality complete? Can the Emperor handle emotional expression and self-issues appropriately?

The answer is - no!

Even if the Emperor personally carried the entire empire, he could not deny the various sins he had committed on the issue of heirs, and in a certain compensatory mentality, he put all his fatherly love on Horus.

Rather than sharing it among the other original bodies.

If Sanguinius knew Gutera's emoticon, the truest expression of his heart might be that of a sweaty soybean.

His fatherly love and affection were deformed, and as the moon that was easily influenced by them and reflected sunlight, Horus naturally became more and more distorted in his treatment of the Emperor.

Love lasts forever, and this emotion extends to Horus’s attitude towards the legion and the empire. Compared with Robert Guilliman, the master of cattle and horses, who has no personal emotions at all, Horus will never be a qualified leader——

Everything he did was to claim credit from the Emperor! How can one really be a good king like this!

As a close friend of Horus in the past, Sanguinius was extremely painful to see such a scene, but in the end he decided to let go and let the wind go. He quit.

The last time he refused to leave, he struggled to support himself because there was no one in the empire who could take on the important task. Later, he was introduced to a large number of depraved beliefs by the Lord of Mankind through sacrifices in the name of necessity and the empire.

Sanguinius was generous enough.

But there was another thread of fate... Sanguinius glanced at the ghoul, a Horus less controlled by the Emperor...

What will it grow into? A person who could have been healthier... or a more complete personality?

[I think the other Horus will be very mature and a little... timid? 】

[Exactly. ]

The ghoul laughed;

[He is indeed a little timid and timid, but it is not because of real fear, but because he is unwilling to let his descendants sacrifice. He and his descendants are like brothers and best friends.

But the mission of the empire is war, and war brings death——

That guy Horus was too unwilling to see his heirs die. The day Sejanus died - God, Horus seemed to be broken at that time. I was afraid that he couldn't think about it at that time. ]

The ghoul's eyes were filled with emotion.

[And you learned from Horus to love your heirs and the necessary disguise? 】

The ghoul laughed;

[I saw Conrad, the Night Lord, from your fate line, right? ]

[If Horus had not taught me, I think I and my legion would probably have become the initial position of Conrad and the Night Lords on your side... despised by everyone. ]

But now, the archangel looked coldly at his other self's smooth armor and the badge that looked like drops of blood, and knew that the other self had not fallen into complete despair, but had become an existence that focused on the glory of the legion and heirs.

[But you managed to stay out of it. 】

Sanguinius pointed this out. After briefly comparing the expressions and complexions of the primarchs on the other side of the fate line, Sanguinius believed that the ghouls and the lustful ones were the least tortured by the evil king [Guilliman]. people.

[Horus’ mediocre and unobtrusive wisdom and the unstable characteristics of our legion saved us - compared with the large and stable Death Guard and Ultramarines, we are obviously not that cost-effective. ]

The ghoul shrugged.

[I think there are other reasons? 】

The archangel narrowed his eyes and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

The two Sanguinius looked at each other, and the atmosphere became a little heavy. Seeing that the confrontation was about to happen——

【~】

A groan broke the situation.

The two of them grimaced almost at the same time. The ghoul cursed in a low voice, and then disappeared in a flash!

The archangel also spread his wings neatly. When he arrived at the lounge at the end of the corridor, he saw the ecstatic [Angron] who had been stabbed through the heart and half paralyzed on the sofa in twitching.

There was a lot of unknown liquid under [Angron]'s body, almost soaking the entire sofa, and blood spurted out from his punctured mouth.

[More - ah - two more Sanguinius? ! ]

The ghoul didn't waste any time, he pulled out the spear neatly, then reached into the chest of the luster with one hand, grabbing the bone chain that [Angron] used for stimulation, and penetrated his entire heart.

The archangel decided to watch his other self operate, as he did not want to be splashed with unknown liquid.

Then, the ghoul's wrist suddenly exerted force, and with the violent splash of liquids of various colors, a string of beating hearts was pulled out, and [Angron] yelled with satisfaction, which sounded vague. The words sounded like Mortarion...or Nurgle, but the next moment, the Raptor fainted.

[I hate Slaanesh. ]

The ghoul said expressionlessly, shaking the liquid from his spear in disgust.

[The Zealot vows to have a fight with all of us Primarchs. He even says that if we are unwilling to accept a male body, he can also take the form of a female - but still a variety of reproductive and urinary systems. ]

The archangel didn't really want to hear that, no, he didn't.

The ecstasy [Angron] recovered extremely quickly. In these few words, the archangel watched [Angron]'s limbs twitch and new organs grow instantly.

[But apart from Vulkan... and maybe others I don't know about, haha, I hope there's Guilliman among them, I don't think any Primarch would want to be around such a pervert. ]

[He went to see Horus alone last time...]

Archangel Sanguinius took a breath,

[Horus can't beat this guy - Fortunately, I received Horus's distress message in time. ]

[He...he...Ruth. ]

[Angron] suddenly made a sound, and he was as hazy and confused as a person waking up from a hangover.

The ghoul bent his mouth in disgust, and raised his spear to strike directly at the luster, but [Angron] suddenly rose up and tightly grasped the tip of the spear that the ghoul wanted to stab downwards.

[Angron] showed a drunken smile.

[Horus...? I remember him, and he was in such wonderful moods... He was against Guilliman, wasn't he? ]

Now it was the ghoul and the archangel who looked at each other.

Embarrassingly, [Angron] stood up again.