Chapter 693 141 Bastard Neos

Chapter 693 141. Bastard Neos

In just that moment——

Death sat in a position that did not belong to Him.

This was not pleasant.

Where the ashes flew, the whitened vision penetrated the endless turbulent waves. The mortal world was small and ridiculous, ants were constantly living underfoot, and long and noisy shadows were winding up from the complexity. Death realized in a trance that it was time.

He felt an indescribable sense. At this moment, his world was upgraded again——the sense that was far more ridiculous than plunging into the subspace impacted his soul, bloated and piled up a tower in an instant.

He tried to look at himself, but saw a group of ridiculous existences, kaleidoscope-like light patterns clamoring beside His sickle, crying for the exit of the Lord of Greed among them.

? !

Death realized the abundance of senses, the gods who were either seated or half-seated on the throne of power in the dark room, 9, 8, 7, 6...5.

Five - where the golden flames burned.

Mortarion suddenly opened his eyes wide.

+Relax, my child. +

Mortarion gasped violently, and the Primarch suddenly found himself sitting at the table, the golden table and carvings stung his eyes.

The last moment, Mortarion was still swinging his scythe at Slaanesh, and the next moment - He experienced everything that was unspeakable, but before his soul came back to his senses, Mortarion's eyes had regained sight.

The Primarch no longer cared to disdain the golden table, he gasped heavily, as if he was dying.

What exactly did he just... experience?

"I think I should praise you, my child."

The Lord of Mankind wore a crown, and the golden flames woven his cloak. He rarely cared about bringing Mortarion a cup of coffee - before this, this was unimaginable.

The Emperor sat opposite Mortarion, patiently waiting for the Primarch to buffer and digest himself.

"I never thought you would do this, but you did, ■■■■■."

Breathe... take a deep breath...

[My name is Mortarion. ]

Mortarion panted,

[This is my name - I don't accept anything else. ]

The Emperor spread his hands, looking a little helpless. He named each Primarch, but unfortunately the planets they landed on later renamed them.

[And why are you here, here. ]

Mortarion emphasized the last High Gothic word,

[The fifth seat is you - the Lord of Mankind, not Malcador. ]

The Emperor made a more innocent expression, as if he was hurt by Mortarion's words.

"It was me."

The Lord of Mankind smiled bitterly, with golden flames in his eyes.

"Sanguinius, Malcador...are all those who tried to take my psychic energy, just like you, Mortarion - the god of death who occupies [Four]."

"So...how does it feel to [infiltrate the wasteland]?"

[...]

It felt bad, very bad, far more painful than all the suffering and emotions Mortarion had endured before. At the moment of upgrading, he only felt destruction - his scythe screamed to kill all living things.

"I helped you delay your perception, so you can still keep your sanity - to step down from that chair, but if you insist on staying..."

The Emperor spread his hands and shrugged, his expression relaxed,

"This is another way."

[No,]

Mortarion said firmly,

[Never.]

Once he sat on it, he would no longer be Mortarion. He had tasted the consequences of being bitten by the warp, and Mortarion did not think he was a madman pursuing power and authority.

Even though that position showed him some incomprehensible temptation, as if he was born to sit there - but Mortarion still refused.

This was not difficult for Mortarion, after all, his life was made up of countless rejections and rebellions.

He never wanted to become like that. He was Mortarion. Becoming a psychic wizard was painful enough for him. It meant a betrayal of his past and the feeling of vomiting when facing his comrades.

It was difficult enough to accept it now. Mortarion's life options did not go further - to become a real warp chaos.

"I expected you to make such a choice."

The Lord of Mankind said, his smile never disappeared,

"So I have chosen another path for you."

[I will not thank you for this. What do you want to say and why are you here, Lord of Mankind? 】

"You have just asked me a similar question - my answer is still because this position belongs to humans, so I am here, even though Sanguinius and Malcador have stayed briefly."

The Emperor tilted his head and supported his crown with one hand. It was shining brightly, and even the Primarch's eyes could not distinguish the treasure behind the drifting light.

"My child, perhaps you need to step by step to climb the ladder of godhood, but for me, I am here - and there is no other choice."

"But it will not be soon,"

Nyos said,

"Like you, I will automatically go down."

The smile in his eyes deepened, and he laughed loudly, raising his voice, but it seemed that he was not talking to Mortarion,

"Please, I am weak enough, shouldn't the vast ocean be ashamed of such a weak thing occupying power? Even if I am more suitable for this chair - it should let me go down."

[I don't understand. 】

The Lord of Mankind has amazing patience at this moment, and he is even willing to continue to explain to Mortarion - is it because Orr's rebuke has brought back a little bit of his conscience, or is it because he admires Mortarion?

"Human beings are too big."

The emperor lowered his eyes,

"So one of the eight top positions in the warp must belong to humans... Just like Slaanesh is bound to the Eldar, they chose me."

"But I am not a god, and I don't want to become a god - I don't want to be a king, nor do I want to be an emperor. I know that I am not a qualified leader. I just happened to live long enough."

"I think you can understand me, Mortarion."

The Lord of Humanity raised his eyes, and the golden flames in his eyes disappeared, revealing a pair of ordinary brown eyes.

Among his descendants, Mortarion and Vulkan were the only two who were unwilling or even rejected the king - but Vulkan was too kind, while Mortarion shone with a cruel light.

Only Mortarion had reached this point. He had the opportunity to ascend to godhood, but he refused.

A warm feeling of relief welled up in Neos's heart, and he appreciated this heir who had no aesthetics even more.

[I don’t understand you, and I don’t want to understand you. 】

Mortarion said coldly,

[I refuse to ascend to God because I don’t want to ascend to God. That’s it, and that’s all. 】

Nios clearly showed a hurt expression, but then it immediately turned into relief.

"That's it,"

Nios said easily,

"I just don't want to become a god."

Mortarion didn't want to talk more with the Lord of Mankind. He was like a father who had left his child alone for thousands of years, and then came all the way to cultivate affection after seeing the child's success.

Mortarion no longer needs this extraneous emotion. He has no need for family affection. The only emotional wave he has for his "father" is to cut off his adoptive father's head.

It would be more interesting to chat with Hades or Karas.

[Then you are going to step down from the throne, and then what? 】

Nios suddenly took out a piece of paper and a pen from nowhere, and he wrote down six locations in sequence.

"Now we go down two spots,"

Nios crossed out 4 and 5,

"But if we don't take other actions, the warp will force us to ascend to the gods again, because we have already qualified for this position - I know what you are thinking, Mortarion, are you planning to trouble your friends with everything? "

【……】

【Why not? 】

Having said that, Mortarion already had the answer in his heart, and sure enough, the Emperor said exactly what he thought,

Nios shook his head,

"The scope of the Black Domain is already too large. We can no longer dump psychic waste into the River Styx wantonly - you are not as lucky as me, Mortarion. Ten thousand years ago, I could still dump the residue of faith into the River Styx. "

[The method of stimulating generals does not work for me,]

The Primarch said coldly,

[Even Malcador has stayed away from you... Neos, you are the one who is truly miserable. 】

The Lord of Mankind activated his passive and automatically ignored it, and the Emperor continued to speak calmly.

He connects 6 and 9.

"So I plan to connect the beginning and the end, using time as the line. This ouroboros will eat its own tail. There is no need to worry about other positions, because destiny forms a closed loop at this moment."

"And at the end,"

Neos clicked on the 9,

"Let our hope, the hope of the empire, come and observe - destiny continues to flow, while the defeated are imprisoned in the cycle and disappear."

【etc,】

Mortarion asked cautiously, [Who is the being who is fighting you? 】

"Tzeentch,"

Neos raised his hand indifferently,

"Otherwise, you think I can play with the vast ocean and deceive it?"

【……】

The original body quickly grabbed the finish line, and Mortarion suddenly felt that something was wrong. He felt that he was in a trance.

[You made a bet with Tzeentch? 】

"Exactly!"

Neos laughed and proudly explained his bet with Tzeentch to Mortarion.

Breathe... take a deep breath...

Mortarion didn't know what to think. The remnants of his past were still berating him for not reprimanding Neos immediately.

But he had nothing to say, and his open mouth closed again - what made Mortarion silent was that he himself did not seem to want to refute the Lord of Mankind's plan.

Just because of the glimpse just now - on the top of the chair, the endless destiny, the gushing destruction. Only those who have sat on that top chair can know why the Lord of mankind chose -

The Lord of Change must be removed...

Mortarion was unwilling to express his support for Neos and could not refute it, so he could only remain silent.

To Mortarion's displeasure, his silence became the best evidence of his support for Neos.

Neos's smile became brighter and more sincere, as if to say that he knew Mortarion would understand him.

At this moment, Mortarion wished he could be as eloquent as Karas, but he did not have the shamelessness of Hades, who could spray curses like venom on Neos' smiling face.

[...The Underworld will spit on you after this, and I will never explain it to you, Neos. 】

"I don't need it."

The emperor said contentedly and stretched, causing the crown on his head to tilt and teeter.

"I have never said that I am a good person - and I have never personally signed any responsibility clause in my life."

In the ancient times, Neos would crack the backend of the software to bypass the "I read carefully and..." before authorizing the software to enter

"I don't care too much, even if I will feel regret and pain for my best friend and offspring later, but at this moment I only feel sincere joy, praise Hades."

He finally walked down.

Motarion, this little bastard...

He will not understand that he was half pressed on the throne and forced to wait for every minute and every second. A part of the Emperor's psychic energy is always connected to [Hunger and Corruption]. Even if he has a kind, respectable and lovely black trash can, Neos still needs to accurately calculate the ratio of abandonment and retention.

Many times, trillions of times, as long as he admits that he touches the moment of willingness, then the complete and irreversible ascension to God will begin.

Motarion sneered, and the Primarch thought he had completely seen through the Emperor, a tyrant, a megalomaniac, and someone who needs to be kept away.

[I will go and kill Slaanesh completely. If you have nothing to do, then you don't need to talk to me anymore——]

"Wait."

Nyos raised his hand, in a space that was so golden that it was almost white,

"My son, do you really not want to talk anymore? This will be a special reward. I will treat this conversation with more sincerity——You are the only Primarch who has come through. You can try to get my promise."

Motarion was silent for a moment,

[Give Garro back. ]

The Lord of Mankind showed a wounded look again, but he quickly turned the tables,

"We need to respect the warrior's own wishes, Mortarion."

[Then there is nothing to talk about between us. ]

Motarion stood up and prepared to leave, but the Emperor interrupted him again,

"Why don't we talk about your friend?"

After a moment, the Primarch sat back silently and stared at the Lord of Mankind with a vigilant look,

[What do you want to say? ]

Motarion said calmly,

[Talk about you modifying the human body without permission, or making decisions for us and the Empire in advance without consultation? 】

The Lord of Mankind was silent for a while,

"Don't you think he has changed?"

[It's been ten thousand years, and you are the only one who is still a bastard. Everyone else has changed, Neos. 】

Motarion said impatiently, but Neos read the irritation underneath,

The Lord of Mankind crossed his hands,

"The fragments of the Star God have assimilation properties, although it seems that his infectivity and assimilation are higher at present, Mortarion, I think he is probably overthinking? I don't think he should be so pessimistic."

Perhaps you are the real reason why Hades and Mortarion are so pessimistic, Lord of Mankind.

Mortarion thought of the Tyranid swarm that might devour the entire galaxy in Hades' mouth, and the Necrons that were about to revive and return in full, always watching the chaos of the galaxy... Of course, there was also Neos who was not doing anything human.

"Tell him that he doesn't have to worry about it. Guilliman and Corax are back, Sanguinius and Angron are coming back soon, and I've given him the power to command the Primarchs. The situation is very good."

[What about you? ]

Death's smoke stared at Neos,

[You don't plan to work, Neos? ]

The Lord of Mankind activated the passive again, automatically ignoring.

The entire space suddenly disintegrated after Mortarion's words, and the bright white fragments dissipated in the pure darkness.

Death began to fall, he fell, fell, and fell,

Finally, he heard a hearty laugh in his ears.

[Good brother, you are finally here! Let's go back after a fight! ]

Leman Russ laughed, and the Khan beside him looked sharply into the distance. On the other side, the lion with a bleeding chest wound looked into the distance in disbelief.

Mortarion found himself sitting among the corpses of the ancient elves. He looked up and saw the screaming Slaanesh.

...

"Look,"

In the room where only one person was left, Neos wore the crown at an angle, his movements were vulgar, like an authentic primitive man from the Mesopotamian region.

He said to himself,

"I am not a ridiculous person."

He used his pen to hover between 6 and 9,

"Tzeentch... I know your plan. You want to go back to the anchor point that can change everything. I think for you, that anchor point must be the day when Hades landed in Barbarus."

The resurrection of Slaanesh was much earlier than that day, so everything was still in time.

"You are worried that I am not willing to sit at the gambling table, and I have more chips than you-so you allow the observer of this gambling game to belong to the Empire."

"Hehehehehehe."

Nyos laughed.

The observer is on his side... How can he lose, Lord of Change?

Do you really think you will go back to before Hades came, Lord of Change?

The anchor of time will be fixed after this... The fate is sealed, Tzeentch.

Magnus is still too naive, and Neos is an expert in cheating.