Chapter 727 175 Is Too Despicable

Chapter 727 175. Too despicable

Standing in a dusty corner in the basement of the palace.

He felt unprecedented determination.

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[? ! ]

Guilliman stepped back suddenly, and in the long-abandoned study of the palace, five minutes after the farce began, he bumped into his first brother.

[Hello - Regent of the Great Empire. ]

The thin figure in the shadows dropped his black hair and crawled out from the depths. Curze licked the corners of his dry mouth and stared at the slightly vigilant Guilliman with a playful look.

[Hello,]

Guilliman replied calmly, his hand on the sword at his waist, his eyes fixed on Curze.

[But I hope I met Corax. ]

Robert Guilliman did not intend to give Curze too much dignity. He and Conrad both knew that the Midnight Prince did not need this concept.

Curze sneered, and he jumped to Guilliman's side like a ghost, tapping Guilliman's armor with his long nails, making a light tapping sound.

[Funny joke, but you don't intend to reject me? ]

[I don't want to meet our father alone. ]

Guilliman said truthfully that he was not sure how to face the Lord of Mankind next after he had boarded the pirate ship, so it would be better to take Conrad with him and let the bat take the initiative to attack.

To be honest, even though Guilliman had just promised Sanguinius, he was still not ready to fight the Emperor - Guilliman was still psychologically resistant, and he was trying to convince himself that this was a drill.

But now, a thin mist floated on the floor, and Guilliman could feel the power released by the Pale Lord. Obviously someone was going to do it for real.

Guilliman walked cautiously again, and after a creepy chuckle, Conrad followed him, looking particularly happy now.

【You know, my little lawful regent - I feel so sorry for our brothers who can't participate in this event. 】

Curze said cheerfully, but the real meaning of this sentence is that he is glad that he has come here and can participate in this game - but obviously the two primarchs did not realize this meaning.

【I can hardly imagine Dorn participating in such an event. 】

Guilliman judged fairly that if Dorn was still awake, the mountain-like primarch would definitely punch the first moment the primarchs decided to beat the Emperor - at the masterminds of the rebellion.

Rogal Dorn would stop them without hesitation, and Guilliman was sure that Dorn would say something extremely disappointing, and they would have to knock Rogal Dorn down before beating the Emperor.

Curze hissed, obviously he agreed with Guilliman.

【But the good news is that Mortarion is back now, and Dorn will wake up soon - wait. 】

Guilliman stopped abruptly, his eyes passing through one corridor after another. In the place where the golden domes gathered, in a place similar to a restaurant, a huge noise sounded.

Guilliman's face suddenly changed.

[It's Malcador. 】

He said, but his steps hesitated.

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"I am very sad, my friend."

The man with black hair and brown eyes said calmly, he opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace his best friend like every time.

"I feel comfortable."

Malcador said, the scepter in his hand was pointed at the Emperor, and the violent psychic lightning on it was chaotic.

"How long have we not fought? Ten years? One hundred years? Three thousand years? Or ten thousand years - the one your son fought for you doesn't count."

"If you want to spar, you can always come to me."

Nyos said lightly. The lightning on Malcador's scepter brought a storm, blowing the long hair of the Lord of Mankind randomly. Such a strong spiritual pressure would even make the Primarch feel more pressured, but the Lord of Mankind just blinked lightly.

He then turned his gaze to Orpesson beside Malcador, and his face was a little more sad - it's better to say it's aggrieved than sad.

"What's your reason, my warmaster?"

"Don't mention that disgusting name,"

Or said word by word,

"I don't want to have the same name as a child who loves his father - but I sympathize with him, because I have been deceived by you."

"But I think the hatred between us is over."

Nyos spread his hands and looked at Malcador and Orpesson, who were facing a great enemy, quite innocently.

"Guilt and forgiveness, I just want you to come back and take another look at the future we once discussed."

Oel coughed,

"To be honest, this future is actually quite bad,"

The ancient man commented like this, and it was not his fault, because Orr had truly experienced glory, and when prosperity passed, he could no longer appreciate the new things built on the wreckage.

Just before the Emperor was about to show his sadness, Orr's words turned abruptly.

"But I know this is your credit, it's very good - I'm not praising you, I'm praising those who work for you."

The smile bloomed on the face of the Lord of Humanity again, and the silent Malcador sneered, and the delaying magic circle was finally ready.

The previous conversation was all about delaying time. Neos knew that they were delaying time, but the Emperor didn't care.

Without any nonsense, Malcador neatly unfolded the magic circle, and at the same time, Orr immediately uttered a strange and absurd language.

It was a hidden word.

Orpeson, Neos, this involves an even older story, so old that most immortals have not been born, but this is not important. What is important is the end of the story——

All collaborations with the Emperor and other Eternals end in the same way: betrayal, overthrow, and separation.

The Tower of Babel that the Emperor and Orr had worked hard to build fell, leaving the Emperor, who continued to move forward, and Orr, who has been anonymous since then.

Orr inherited the original power, secretly saying that language has power. This is another independent, uncontaminated power. The cost is the damage to the mouthpiece, but compared with the benefits it brings, this is It's a total benefit without any harm.

Orr stared at the Emperor closely and activated the secret words. The presence of the Lord of Mankind suddenly became abrupt, and some powerful position seemed to stand around him, blocking his departure.

at the same time. A bright light exploded in the restaurant!

The huge eight-pointed star formation flashed out of the floor. The Lord of Humanity glanced at the complicated formation and unsurprisingly saw some clues in the fifth corner.

"You haven't given up yet?"

"No, I gave up - but that's the mark it left on me."

Malcador said, wave his staff decisively!

Explode him! ! !

The light that could almost annihilate everyone exploded at this moment, like hundreds of small nuclear bombs exploding at one point at the same time! In contrast to the huge sound, everything became quiet, except for the faint hum.

The air pressure almost knocked over both casters. Malcador's staff protected him and Orr Persson. Orr's mouth kept spilling blood and black clots. He raised his hand and wiped it. Blood around the mouth.

After a full fifty-five seconds, the light slowly dissipated. The ringing in his ears remained. Malcador squinted and looked at the spot. To his surprise, the Lord of Humanity did not choose to dodge.

The man just stood there quietly, with no trace on his body.

At the same time, there was no trace of explosion in the entire restaurant, as if it was just a huge virtual object light ball that exploded.

"Then it's my turn."

"run!!!"

Malcador shouted without hesitation, and at the same time he almost ran away. The cold light of psychic energy flashed around him and Orr who was running in the opposite direction. Malcador activated his psychic teleportation!

The Emperor did not chase after his close friends. On the contrary, he stood there. The Lord of Mankind raised his eyebrows and smiled. He was silent for a moment, seeming to think about which skill to use next.

This seemed to make him confused, so Nios found a chair and sat down. Finally, he decided——

"Detention."

The Lord of Mankind said that he had not been tired recently, and that the return of Sanguinius and Malcador had brought more or less strength.

Well, the main thing was that he wasn't mentally tired of it.

A moment ago in the distance, Guilliman's eyes widened when he saw Malcador running towards him desperately. The man with the magic pattern almost ignored any dignity and ran quickly with his robe in hand.

[Hey, it’s not—wait? ! 】

Guilliman stretched out his hand and shouted,

But at the next moment, a greater existence entered the scene, as if it had existed since the birth of the earth. Guilliman watched helplessly as Malcador's position evaporated out of thin air under his eyes.

If Conrad's unbridled mockery of Malcador wasn't still in his ears, Guilliman would have thought it was an illusion!

Nios poured himself a cup of black tea, and hot steam rose in the cup. Through the fragrant heat, Nios saw the two bodies lying on the ground.

They seemed to be tied up by some invisible rope and remained motionless.

"Are you serious?"

Malcador's hoarse voice sounded. The old man was gritting his teeth and staring at the proud emperor. However, Malcador never gave up. His spiritual energy was regrouping. Once the next challenger arrived, he could take advantage of the chaos to break free. .

"I want to see how far you've come."

The Lord of Mankind said calmly. He took a sip of tea and saw Guilliman and Conrad frozen on the spot, while Mortarion and Sanguinius were running towards him quickly.

"By the way, I'm telling you how much I've regressed."

Malcador began to curse loudly.

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[Angron and Corax are also heading that way. If the old thing doesn't move, they will arrive about a minute after we arrive. 】

Mortarion said, at this moment, he spread his wings and shuttled behind Sanguinius.

Out of some inexplicable distaste, the Pale Lord made little use of his wings. He was unfamiliar with flying, whereas Sanguinius was the opposite.

This was Mortarion's first time flying in such a narrow terrain, and several times he felt his wings scrape against the wall, leaving deep dents in the wall.

Sanguinius lost a lot of feathers, and his originally fluffy wings shrank a lot. The gray feathers were messy, but they were just enough for Mortarion to keep up with Sanguinius.

The air flow brought up by Sanguinius' flight also assisted Mortarion's flight.

[We need to be alone for a minute. 】

The archangel blinked. Even though he was in such a mess, his holy face was still perfect, his eyelashes were long and curled, and his eyes were as bright as a torch.

【uncertain,】

Mortarion added,

[The souls of Malcador and Orr Persson are also there, restrained by the old thing. We can let them out during the chaos. 】

In order to beat Neos, Mortarion has gone to any lengths. He just wants to beat him. It's that simple——

To use Hades' words, let that arrogant, pretentious dealer come down to suffer.

Neos deserves a beating.

Mortarion's words silenced the Archangel for a moment, and then a light and hoarse voice sounded,

[It's been many years since we last met. You are more open-minded than I thought, Mortarion. ]

Mortarion sneered,

[Narrow-minded people cannot survive, and I will survive to the end - kill all those I don't like. ]

[I hope I'm not on your hate list,]

Sanguinius said casually,

[No,]

He suddenly added a sentence, pursed his lips and smiled,

[It's not bad to be on your hate list - at least I never think about what happened after that day, I shouldn't exist. ]

The God of Death knew what Sanguinius was referring to. The Archangel went purely for sacrifice, but was saved by the old man.

The Death's gas mask blew out seven silent breaths, and then Mortarion spoke again,

[At least we have a chance to draw our swords at him now, which is unimaginable for those who fell asleep in advance. ]

The space was silent again, leaving only the sound of airflow caused by the archangel's wings dancing. Mortarion was silent too. The Death occasionally used his hands to pluck off the gray feathers that flew onto his face, long hair, and hood - he hated birds, that's why.

[Motarion, has anyone ever said that you are not very good at comforting people? ]

Sanguinius's voice suddenly sounded,

Just as Mortarion was about to attack, the archangel immediately added another sentence.

[But I thank you for your words, I know you tried your best. ]

Sanguinius smiled reluctantly, he didn't want to get involved in those complicated topics anymore, the pain of the past was like rocks under the calm lake, if you insist on sinking to the bottom of the water, you will be stabbed by them.

In this painful and desperate world, only lunatics and those who have given up the past can barely survive.

Sanguinius witnessed how Conrad changed from desperate madness to indifferent madness, and also witnessed the change of Mortarion——

The current Mortarion is completely different from the original him, but can he say that the past Mortarion is dead?

Sanguinius didn't know the answer. He stood in front of his own grave, feeling powerless and sad.

But beating the Emperor made his body full of strength.

The Archangel was extremely confused mentally, but his body didn't listen to him. The feedback from his body was transmitted to the depths of his soul——

His body told him that he was going to beat Neos.

[Here. ]

Sanguinius said lightly, and then changed his sprinting figure into a flying kicking posture like flowing water, without any extra words,

Under the dazzling crystal chandelier in the restaurant, a gray birdman kicked the Lord of Humanity.

Boom! ! ! !

Neos smiled, holding a cup of tea and squatting steadily on the dining table. His original position had been hit by the sprinting giant and a deep gully had been created.

Thick dust was rolling, and a tall figure slowly appeared in the dust with a fist.

"I am glad to see you so energetic, Sanguinius."

Neos said with a smile, politely greeting his offspring, and behind him, the thin ghost blocking another road also had a strange light in his eyes.

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"Don't send them off! Don't send them off! ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Hades slammed the table and shouted, almost turning around in a hurry.

"Why do I feel like they are going to send them off?!"

"Stop making noise!"

Trazyn roared,

"Your voice carries the power of the Star God, Hades! This interferes with my records! Trust Mortarion and Sanguinius! Don't think it's easy to beat them - they are really weak!!!"