Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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He closed his eyes, tears of blood streaming down his face.

Using himself as a conductor, Angron slowly released the malice that had accumulated within the Fallen Ones. It was an endless torture, but Angron was willing to endure it.

Because there are people who are suffering far more than him.

The sound of impact echoed again from inside the Iron Maiden.

Boom, boom, boom.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 705 Son of Angron

Hades was unaware of what had happened.

He was just working, working, digging and digging through the towering mountains of documents—

Hades didn't understand why their workload had increased after Guilliman returned.

He didn't understand, he really couldn't figure it out.

Killieman seems to enjoy finding work when there isn't any.

Fortunately, thanks to the efficient work of several key personnel, they completed the follow-up work of this campaign and all the necessary documents to be signed, as well as the allocation of supplies and rest for the troops, within just two weeks.

To make matters worse for Mortalian, Guilliman believed that he was more politically astute than Corax, so Mortalian was forced to stay behind to handle official documents, while Corax took charge of the troop deployment.

Corax had probably never felt so relieved.

Raven may have had a greater political talent than Mortarion, but Mortarion successfully overtook him by using his millennia of accumulated experience.

In fact, Killman believed that Coz had the lowest political literacy among them, but due to his low reputation, Killman did not equip Coz in the teammate slot for the time being.

All the teammates he equipped were sent out to process documents.

During this period, Killieman's condition clearly improved, and he finally gave up the prank of making people open their eyes and turn around to find a desk next to their bed; instead, he explained to people why it was them and why they needed to work.

Aside from the Primarchs, few could resist Guilliman's rhetoric.

Hades and Mortarian believed that Guilliman's talent after gaining power lay in his ability to make people submit willingly—he could easily make people submit to him and choose to have them work for him.

At the same time, his charisma has increased, making him seem more like a monarch.

In the short term, Guilliman's combat ability has not seen a significant leap and still needs to be observed.

But Killman has only figured out one use for it: getting civilians to submit and work harder.

He believed his ability lay in getting others to approve documents.

Motalian stared with deadpan eyes at the busy Gilliman in the distance, almost breaking his pen in his grip.

"perhaps,"

Hades chuckled. Killieman had thoughtfully prepared a duplex desk for Hades, the kind with three tiers for storing snacks.

"But it's also possible that his only wish right now is for everyone else to get to work."

Hades was about to speak when he remembered something, his eyes darted around, and a chill ran down his spine.

Killieman wanted them to get to Barr as soon as possible, which is why he was working overtime. Normally, Hades believed that Killieman would be a good boss who would often give people days off.

Otherwise, if this talent were used to exploit employees...

Isn't this something you're born with...?

Three Terra Days

Motalian said, interrupting Hades' thoughts.

[As long as the bullet travel distance is measured correctly, we will arrive soon.]

"I will assist with the calibration. By the way, is the situation on Baal complicated?"

【…】

[This depends on how much power the Lord of Humanity unleashed back then.]

Mortarian paused for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly.

At that time... I think I understand why He was two-faced.

…………

This is a miracle.

Killieman sighed with genuine emotion as he looked at Hades. After two weeks on horseback, they had finally left the star system.

Corax and Conrad stayed behind to finish up the remaining tasks and, incidentally, to help the First Legion gather more information about the Lions.

Because the Lion King disappeared again, Luther nearly coughed up blood and was eventually sent back to the Stasis Field by the Dark Angels to rest.

To prevent Koz from causing trouble, Mortalian and Karas signed a pact with Sevita, the current leader of the Night Lords. If Conrad tries to escape again, the curse of death will immediately take Sevita's life.

It's worth noting that this contract wasn't negotiated between Death and Severus, but rather completed by Karas.

Karas now seems keen to talk to “bastards as unlucky as me” (his words) from various legions.

After Luther suffered a stroke, it was Karas who went to visit him.

As for how long Conrad held Sevita and howled after Callas left, only Corax probably knows.

The invention of the bullet-shaped bow was a miracle.

Hades nodded, looking out the window at the white light of the neutron star.

"This is all thanks to the sages."

While busy with local affairs, Hades did not forget his agreement with Tarasim. To date, they have obtained the keys to four small dynasties and the keys to three crowned generals for the large dynasties.

Taraxin is now eating and taking things away, indulging in a huge feast, his mouth greasy with oil.

Hades was also unaware of the progress of the negotiations between the Figurine King and General Zandrek, and he had not been able to contact Tarasin recently, whose explanation to him was that he was "busy".

The warp space region near Baal is not very stable, and warp voyages to that area often run aground.

Killieman said, giving another wry smile.

Guilliman had experienced the exhaustion and weariness that comes with approving official documents, but that feeling disappeared after he gained power.

He rediscovered the joy he initially found in approving government affairs in Macurag.

Now that he suddenly has free time, he feels a little out of place.

"Tell me the reason?"

Guilliman opened his mouth, then hesitated and said...

Because of Saint Gilles.

…………

【? ? ? 】

So you came to me, after you had come to loathe us so deeply.

In the cramped stone study, a brazier flickered with tiny flames, but the light source in the room was not the brazier. On a dilapidated chair sat a Primal body radiating golden light.

That's Luo Jia Oririan.

Compared to ten thousand years ago, Luojia now resembles a golden candle that has been weeping for ten thousand years. Golden liquid flows from the broken section of its head and neck, dripping and accumulating on the breastplate, which has already dyed the upper body and most of the lower body into pure gold armor, with only the calves still being dirty black.

The entire room, like the original, was covered in gold on the top half and filth on the bottom half.

But the guy opposite Luo Jia was even more golden than him.

“I remain wary of you, for this is how I am by nature.”

Constantine Waldo, the commander of the Imperial Guard, nodded, his eyes devoid of emotion.

Is that so?

Luo Jia said calmly, one hand resting on a manuscript on his desk. Clearly, Luo Jia was still editing this manuscript—"Destroying Religion," was the title of the manuscript.

But your performance a thousand years ago was not outstanding.

Luo Jia pointed out incisively,

+The tragedy still happened. Why didn't you stop it beforehand?

"The Lord of Mankind has issued the opposite command."

Waldo said,

"An anomaly occurred in the labyrinth beneath the palace, and warriors who attempted to object were forced to fight a bloodless, tearless being radiating gold—his power was attacking his guards, and this must not be known to anyone."

+Unbelievable. +

Luo Jia said, and then smiled again.

Tell me, am I among them?

"No eyewitnesses were found in that war."

Waldo said.

"The Imperial Guard has never wavered; they have merely carried out the orders of the Lord of Mankind."

But my father is contradicting himself.

Luo Jia said that he was silent for a moment, the golden runes on his head were shining, and tears were still flowing under his tightly closed eyes, never drying up.

He then shook his head and looked again at the manuscript on his desk. It was just an unrealistic dream, just like his original dream.

I'm sorry.

Luojia said softly,

I feel deeply sorry and pained by what has happened. An ignorant child like me has no idea what kind of turmoil his obsession will cause. Only now do I realize my mistake, but I am powerless to change it.

Luo Jia shook her head again, stroking the withered yellow paper in front of her with her hand repeatedly.

I still remember what he said to me that day.

+I am a god, Loka Aurelion, I am a god, but you will never understand what acknowledging this will bring me. +

Luo Jia Aurelion simply shook his head.

Now I know.

+The truth and the withered bones beneath the throne of the gods.

I deeply regret seeing the seeds I planted in the past bear such terrible fruit. My father, the Silent One, Saint Gilles, Macardo… they should not have come to this.

"You can repent later."

Waldo said mercilessly,

"Now give me the rune that sealed the altar back then; it's destined for Baal."

Back then, it was Luo Jia who possessed Angron to complete the final seal.

This is perhaps thanks to the bone inside the body of the Red Sand Lord—and the fact that Angron had worked with Luo Jia for a period of time at the end of the Great Expedition, and they got along very well.

Over the years, when the Lord of Red Sand was extremely exhausted and only took a brief rest for a second or two, Luo Jia would appear in his dreams, but only to shed tears.

+Silence? You shouldn't be so arrogant, Constantine. +

"I was simply trying to stop myself from wavering about the people who might be assassinated."

+I think all the Primarchs and my father are on your potential assassination list?

Constantine remained silent, merely staring at Luo Jia. After a moment of silence, Luo Jia reached out and handed some kind of golden fragment to the leader of the Imperial Guard.

“I am his last line of defense.”

The Imperial Guards said they were preparing to leave.

"That's all."

"as well as,"

Waldo walked toward the door.

“I hope you can continue writing, Luojia, that book.”

The heavy stone door closed, and Luo Jia remained expressionless. He turned around and looked at his manuscript.