Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! ! - Chapter 536 454 Neos

Chapter 536 4.54 Neos

[Terra]

Horus Lupercal cannot die.

On the throne, beneath the crown forged by the sun, his black hair was loose, but it could not hide his eyes from the blazing light.

The Emperor looked at Cadia, the flames of the Astronomican ignited, and the Lord of Mankind’s gaze penetrated the stars and looked directly at the Eye of Terror.

In the Milky Way, the Eye of Terror, which was born of corruption and flesh, was slowly rotating.

When the false gods looked at the common people, he was also staring at them.

He was looking directly at them, in the past, present, future, and forever.

He felt a little itchy, and the sword lying flat on his knees was silent for too long. He lowered his arm slightly from the armrest of the throne and placed it on the hilt of the Emperor’s Sword.

It was time.

He saw his heirs fighting each other, swords facing each other.

He saw Perturabo who had already disappeared, the most worry-free offspring in the past turned into a rebellious person; he saw Lorgar who was devoured by Discord, stabbing the false god with his faith as a sword; he saw the incomplete Fulgrim, who pursued perfection and ended his existence in a bloody mess; he saw Jaghatai Khan who drew his sword, he was a gust of wind with a clear mind, and would not stay for too long for the bloated empire he had built; he saw Robert Guilliman rushing to the battlefield, after which he would shoulder a huge empire; he saw Angron who closed his eyes to rest, he hoped he could share the pressure of his brothers; he saw Alpha and Omega who were finally separated, they could have…

He saw Magnus who was screaming and cursing, his child… He remembered his enlightenment to him in the Sea of ​​Vision, Magnus still did it, it turned out that his fifteenth son had the courage no less than Lupercal.

He saw Malcador hiding in the chaos, Malcador – ah, should he still call his old friend Malcador now? The existence in the High Heaven seemed to be very interested in his offspring, and the Emperor couldn’t help but curl his lips, give it to him, give it to his old friend.

He saw Hades urging Trazyn… still with a hard-to-describe appearance. The Emperor once suspected that his friend had some kind of meme, but the details would not affect the overall situation –

In front of the false gods, they have the same tacit understanding.

The Hades he knew would certainly choose this way.

Thinking of this, the Emperor couldn’t help but smile, his sword reflected the first rays of morning light, his crown burned with eternal sun, the Sakaria River was rushing to urge him forward, and the snow on the top of the Himalayas reflected the sparkling white light, pointing him in the direction.

He sat here, and many people stood beside him, dead, alive, and undefeated, they looked at him, their eyes full of hope.

The smile on his mouth disappeared.

He is not a god, he has never been a god, but now – he will personally wear the crown of a false god.

He will personally tell a lie.

In exchange for power.

But the price is acceptable, the past sacrifices cannot be let down, and the life and hope in exchange are what he desires.

But…

… But before he sets off, please give him a little selfishness.

Please let him have the last bit of selfishness.

He has nothing left, he is so poor that he has nothing. He has taken out everything he can, his body, personality, soul, himself, the past, present, future, eternity. His father died in the first murder in human history, his warlord fell to the top of the Tower of Babel, his best friend was swept away by chaos, and his comrade-in-arms will soon sleep for a thousand years at the hands of aliens.

And he himself completed the first revenge in human history,

his hands were covered with blood.

He was twisted into an inhuman thing.

He saw his descendants killing each other, and humans could not understand each other after all. They fought in the vortex of language and interests, hating each other and falling into the abyss.

He saw… he saw… Lupercal Horus who was fighting with Konrad Curze.

They hated each other.

In the distance, the sickle of revenge was swinging towards Horus.

No…

In a trance, Neos thought, no…

He only had this selfish desire, his invincible Sagittarius, his offspring, for the sake of mankind, he personally pushed his most beloved child into the abyss.

Just because he knew… it could only be Horus Lupercal.

Only Horus could hold on the longest.

Only Horus would still maintain his pride and persistence after falling.

Only Horus would sincerely think of his brother after falling.

He remembered that when they sat down to discuss the game, when Hades told him another destiny, he firmly picked up the Sagittarius chess piece and stood on the seat of the warmaster.

Hades looked at him in astonishment. They all knew that if they let it go, they would never come back.

Did he smile bitterly at that time? No, he told Hades expressionlessly that this was a necessary sacrifice.

But if you really accepted this sacrifice willingly, why did you ask Hades to go to the Sons of Horus afterwards?

This was his last selfish desire.

Horus Lupercal cannot die.

As a biased father.

Horus Lupercal cannot die.

He can’t let it go.

But the sickle symbolizing [true death] has arrived. There are too many people he needs to save and too many souls he needs to bless in the layers of chaos.

He needs to raise the sword, but the hand holding the sword does not allow him to reach out to Horus, the hand called salvation.

There was too much power and destiny wrapped around [Warmaster]. Chaos stared at his sixteenth son. They were layer upon layer, completely swallowing up the part that belonged to [Horus Luperkar].

If he wanted to save Horus, he would need an absolute investment of strength – but he could not waste the hard-won power of faith.

He had no time, no ability, no power to save him.

Hades was right, he was a failed father.

He is a failed friend.

he is a……

The clock is ticking, the second hand has reached the last moment, and it’s time to hit the road.

Neos sighed softly and clenched the hilt of his sword with his helmeted hand. He heard the cheers and shouts of the mountains and the tsunami as humans welcomed their monarch.

His last, his own thoughts were rising and falling,

Konrad Curze, Mortarion… let your brothers go…

The heirs who were no longer under his control… happened to be them…

On the Hollow Mountains, the ray of light that caresses all things has opened. Dorn and Vulkan have faithfully completed their mission. The ray of light that has penetrated ancient and modern times has opened, using the souls of tens of thousands of people as a guide to break eternity. The chaos illuminates a heavenly path that will protect the human race for thousands of years!

On the throne, the Lord of Humanity slowly stood up. The scarlet cloak stained by the noblest blood was making a sound behind him without any wind. The crown made of the purest gold shone with deafening light on his head. He stood up. , trillions of eternal suns rise together with him, thousands of suns rise together, with endless splendor.

+I am God. +

+The God who protects the human race for everlasting life and self-improvement through the ages. +

+I am, the Lord of mankind. +

In his peripheral vision, he saw the startling glance towards him as he fell into the dark side——

Bloody eyes are deep.

The cause and effect is done.

An eternal sun with golden flames burning on its edge slowly rose in the subspace.

The god picked up his sword and set foot on the road to heaven.