Chapter 725 173 But We Can Make Everyone Feel Pain

Chapter 725 173. But we can make everyone feel pain

[Please tell me the truth, father. 】

He was not surprised by this statement.

The Lord of Mankind's expression was calm, and he looked deeply at Guilliman—only Robert Guilliman could ask this question.

Guilliman knew what might happen if he asked, but the Primarch asked anyway, with true determination.

This is the determination to face the tragic future and the courage to face the pale life.

So... what should Neos's answer be?

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"I have a little surprise for the Emperor."

Malcador stared closely at Neos below. The old man murmured softly, whispering from his toothless mouth.

Hades glanced at Malcador, who silently leaned out of the black realm - Hades seemed to know something.

"He still listens to you?"

Hades asked casually, and Malcador smiled sarcastically.

"Of course he no longer listens to my orders, after all the leash has been taken off his neck - but I think he's probably happy to go crazy here."

The corner of Hades's mouth twitched,

"Are you sure?"

He asked uncertainly, and Malcador gave him an extremely sure look.

"He will, don't worry."

Malcador said truthfully, then turned his head and followed Nios with his gaze. Seeing that Malcador ignored him, Hades had no choice but to cast his gaze again.

He blinked, curiously awaiting the Lord of Mankind's answer.

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Nios sometimes feels sad.

He was confused that his descendants were not as thorough as he was. The original body, which was made purely from the fire of warp, was restricted by the shackles of human society - this was their anchor, but it was also their shackles.

They are not yet as flexible as the Emperor.

Perhaps this is the limit of genetic technology.

But these original bodies all more or less inherited a certain will of the Lord of Humanity.

Like Robert Guilliman.

The Emperor felt that he looked at the Thirteenth Son with a touch of kindness. His blue-eyed heir was so ideal. Guilliman was the embodiment of the virtuous king described in almost all books.

If this heir whom he deliberately neglected grew up according to his true blueprint, Guilliman would be a burning fire of reason. He would be even more cold-blooded, more cruel, and more ruthless——

He would be fit to be a leader, an absolutist militaristic tyrant.

But now the soul of this heir is so smooth and shining with the light of humanism. The current Guilliman will still be a king, and he will become a great sage who will still be passed down by people after hundreds of millions of years.

So...how should he answer this heir's question?

Neos lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling. The truth would never be revealed. It would be too trivial and complicated, and his heirs might not be able to accept or believe it.

Truth and comfort shall be mixed half and half, and you shall respond to their souls, affirming what they affirm and denying what they deny—

Taking the opportunity to throw out your weakness and helplessness, you should take off this crown and leave.

Neos thought like this, but knew that he could not leave at all. The foundation of the empire was him, and he would continue to be here.

Until the last human being forgets him, until the last book recording him turns to dust, then he can achieve true liberation.

He will truly leave and never return.

But now, even though there are thousands of thoughts of leaving in Neos’s heart, he can’t leave directly after all——

But this will not affect him from leaving the work to his descendants. He can stay here and build the soul of Horus with peace of mind.

"You are allowed to know the truth."

Nios said softly,

"Yes,"

He sighed softly and took Guilliman's hand.

"Faith brings strength, and faith brings loss of control. I have been on the verge of losing control several times - I am no longer me, and some terrible disasters have happened as a result."

The Emperor raised his eyes and stared at Mortarion thoughtfully.

"You should be aware of this, Mortarion."

The Pale Lord sneered, but did not deny it.

"Yes, the truth is this, my children - I am not omniscient and omnipotent, so I gave you a mission. This is your duty and obligation, but some of you did not complete what I delivered well. mission.”

Neoska paused for a moment, looking like he was about to sigh sadly.

"So accidents happen and disasters happen."

This was a half-truth. Some of the Primarch's mistakes were actually within Neos' calculations. He calculated their omissions and took advantage of them.

[That...Sanguinius...]

Guilliman feebly still tried to find the truth for his former companions, but the Lord of Mankind just looked at him with a straight face and seriousness.

"I'm sorry about that - but I had no control over Him at the time. Godhead and personality were competing for my power, and I had no time to care about anything else."

Neos sighed softly as he spoke. All the primarchs could clearly see the few wrinkles on the emperor's forehead. One or two white hairs were hidden among the silk, but they were so clear and dazzling.

Nios spread his hands,

"But you don't have to worry now - most of my power has been lost. While losing power, I am no longer swept away by the waves of subspace."

He let everyone see clearly his brown eyes that no longer shone with bright golden light. To be fair, Neos now looked very much like a mortal with no extra talents or talents.

Guilliman looked at Neos with wandering eyes. Neos was delighted to find that there was a hint of regret in Guilliman's eyes, while Mortarion looked away impatiently, while Angron's eyes widened. Glade continued to stare at Neos.

Guilliman hesitated.

The small crown made of pure light above his head was slowly rotating in suspension. Guilliman certainly knew what the Lord of Mankind wanted to do - the Lord of Mankind wanted to leave all the work to the Primarchs.

This obviously cannot satisfy Neos. If Neos is really let go, Guilliman will face the 80 and the strange yin and yang from the Pale Lord.

But he was also genuinely worried about whether the Lord of Mankind could still bear such a heavy burden. The Emperor's words were true, his power had long declined - Guilliman even suspected that if the Primarchs swarmed up, the Lord of Mankind would probably not be able to fight. win.

But this also means that Neos' abilities decline.

The tragedies of the past were still vivid in his mind, and Guilliman recalled that Sanguinius excitedly told him about the conversation with the Lord of Mankind in his dream——

It was these dreams with signs that allowed them to move on, but unexpectedly, everyone fell into the abyss the next moment.

The fact that Guilliman believed was that the Lord of Mankind's godhead contaminated his personality, and then in order to resist, either as a last resort or as a forced act, it led to the tragedy of Sanguinius.

He had vowed not to let the tragedy happen again.

Therefore Guilliman must remove the Master of Mankind from his position as the Imperium's first decision-maker.

He needed the Master of Mankind to no longer have a decisive vote. Yes, Guilliman might have to sideline the Master of Mankind - but everyone knew he wasn't in it for the damn power.

Not even for the mountain of official duties.

But to ensure that the empire operates in more reliable hands...

Guilliman felt blood seeping from his clenched teeth. It was difficult for him to make a decision on his own, but he knew that he could not let the Lord of Mankind walk away——

First, the Emperor must work.

Secondly, the Emperor's decision-making power must be stripped away - now it seems that both the Lord of Mankind and the Primarch have this intention.

But perhaps the Emperor simply did not wish to work, and the Primarchs wished to limit the Master of Man's prerogatives - or at least to give them advance notice before he ceased to be a man.

This is also to prevent the Lord of Humanity from being confused again, or to prevent the Lord of Humanity from making mistakes after his abilities decline.

Robert Guilliman's silence became more and more harsh, so Mortarion glanced at Guilliman. What the Pale Lord thought was extremely simple -

Give all the work to the Lord of Mankind, for the Lord of Mankind will not watch the empire fall.

Mortarion did not consider that Old Den was incapable of running the Empire.

Angron was watching everyone at the same time. The Lord of Red Sand felt a little uncomfortable. He realized that this conversation might not lead to any results——

If so, he shouldn't have blocked Mortarion's fist just now.

In fact, when Angron stopped Mortarion just now, he just felt that the three of them could not defeat the Lord of Mankind now.

There was a long silence, causing Hades outside the court to raise his eyebrows.

The next moment, Nios took the lead to break the deadlock. He sighed, and crystal tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"My son, I am sorry... I feel sad and sorry for what happened to Sanguinius..."

This is the truth.

Neos gently touched Sanguinius' healing chamber again.

Because of his tears, Angron didn't stop him this time.

But this time, there is something different.

All the primarchs could see the real sadness and lamentation in Neos's eyes, and Angron indeed felt the sadness, just like Lorgar when he saw Neos crying for the first time. Even Mortarion, They were all shocked by the scene in front of them.

This is the fact that you never shed tears easily and never show your true feelings easily - your rare tears are more expensive.

The Emperor's sorrow was real, but what did the Master of Mankind want to do with his sorrow?

"I did make a mistake then."

This is a lie.

Let the Lord of Humanity sincerely admit his mistake... As of now, perhaps only Malcador or Horus have a chance to try.

"I am not a god, an omniscient and omnipotent person."

The truth.

"So I will make the wrong choice,"

It’s a lie, of course the choice made by the Lord of Humanity is all right.

"And now,"

The Emperor looked deeply at his heirs. He saw Mortarion who was like a monster in the fog, Robert Guilliman who was like a living sage, and Angron who looked older but had clearer eyes.

The emperor activates the charm skill. Except for Hades, a negative psychic creature, all living, weak, and inanimate creatures will automatically have their intelligence reduced by 35% to 100%; their friendship value will be increased by 10 to 100.

Not good.

Hades stood up suddenly, staring into the distance, as if the original bodies had expressions like fools.

"There's no rush,"

Malcador pressed Hades down with his scepter, his expression calm.

"The surprise I prepared is coming."

"Wait, why do I not believe that he will..."

"He will,"

Machado looked calm,

"I was deeply impressed by him. He would never miss an opportunity to make others suffer - he naturally likes to see others suffer."

"I think it's time for you to—"

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! 】

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A sharp scream suddenly interrupted the emperor's sincere words. Nios's complexion suddenly darkened. He looked up suddenly. On the high pillar of the royal hall, a dark shadow was climbing on it with all four limbs.

Guilliman and Angron also woke up suddenly, and Mortarion coughed violently, putting his hand on the pistol and the lamp without hesitation.

【Hello, my father. 】

Conrad Coates, who was late to appear, licked his lips with his long scarlet tongue. His face was still pale, but he no longer exuded a foul smell, and at the same time he seemed to be a little rounder——

It was clear that during those months in the Segmentum Tempestus, his brother and jailor Corax did not abuse the prisoners.

But this did not improve Coates' moral sense.

Koz's sharp claws dug into the marble pillars, leaving deep dents on the originally pure white marble pillars, and the stone fragments rolled down.

Hades heard Corax's panicked cry in the distance.

Kurtz tilted his head and twisted his head half a circle. His dark eyes with scattered black hair were looking at the Lord of Humanity.

[Such a picture of a loving father and a filial son...why is there no place for me? 】

Conrad said, reaching out and tapping his scalp impatiently.

[But it doesn’t matter, I came here on my own. 】

Conrad picked out a bloody scalp and threw it away. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly remained silent and made a silencing gesture.

Conrad gave a weird smile.

[Shh... did you hear that? 】

【What did you hear? 】

Guilliman asked in astonishment, one hand resting on his Akagi dagger, eager to draw it.

[I want to... beat the Lord of Humanity - No! This is not what I thought. 】

[And... more than one person is thinking so. 】

【but……】

Curze adjusted his posture. He looked towards Mortarion, his grinning black eyes met the expressionless white eyes. Everything was clear. Mortarion had already met this man named Konrad. ·Curze's demon made a pact.

【I am willing to do it for them! 】

Conrad Coates shouts!

Pounce towards the Lord of Mankind! The Primarchs near the Master of Man sprang into action. Guilliman used the Akagi dagger to stand in Curze's path, while Angron seemed to be protecting Sanguinius, but in fact he blocked Neos in the path that Curze must pass through.

As for Mortarion?

Mortarion opened his arms and rushed towards the Lord of Mankind. This was the first time he took the initiative to hug someone.

And he shouted like this,

[Praise to Hades! ! ! Lay down your curse! ! ! To all the damn people here! ! ! ! 】

Using himself as a guide, Mortarion mobilized off-site assistance, and the human rights card Pluto was in place.