Chapter 784 226 The Last Rest Before the Battle

Chapter 784 226. Last nap before the battle

Guilliman looked at the documents in front of him and sighed.

He covered his forehead, slumped, and then sighed again.

Finally, Guilliman sighed again.

He no longer wanted to work. The Lord of the Empire simply put down his pen. He calmly raised his head, his eyes seeming to pass through layers of defenses and doors.

[Come in, my...]

Guilliman emphasized the last word,

【brother. 】

Then the door was pushed open with a creak, and Guilliman stared at the visitor quite speechlessly, while the visitor put on an embarrassed smile.

[Guilliman, long time no see. 】

Horus, who was dressed in casual clothes, said, subconsciously wanting to give Guilliman a hug, even though his memory of Guilliman still remained as the ambitious Guilliman ten thousand years ago.

But the Primarch's actions were interrupted by the huge desk between the two of them, and the official documents covering it - there was already a tragically thick barrier between them.

In the end, it was Guilliman who broke the embarrassment. Guilliman stood up heavily, rubbed the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, and took a few steps out to face Horus.

He gave Horus a short, tired, horse-breathing hug.

Then Guilliman immediately let go of his arm and looked at Horus,

[I have a feeling you will come back... There are always mistakes in Neos' workload, but I am too busy and don't have time to review it myself. 】

The corner of Horus's mouth twitched for a moment. This time he returned, he felt that he was completely unable to keep up with the conversation between his brothers.

Not just the Emperor's abdication, but something more complicated, Sanguinius becoming so tired and alienated, Konrad falling into righteous madness, Mortarion becoming... more casual?

Okay, but the biggest problem is the Emperor's abdication.

The Emperor has abdicated.

The new emperor is Robert Guilliman in front of him.

It's Robert Guilliman!

The ambitious Guilliman, Horus thought of Guilliman during the Great Crusade, and also recalled what he heard about Guilliman establishing the Second Empire in the Hour of Chaos. Everything has traces to follow, from the ambitious to the human empire. My Lord, every step Guilliman takes is so solid.

If it were Horus in the past, Horus might have directly ridiculed Guilliman, or worse, he would have directly attacked Robert.

But now...

The Wolf God blinked. He felt that too many things had changed, and he himself felt guilty for his previous actions. He had done too many mistakes. Even if it wasn't Guilliman, he wouldn't be in this position. He would not be Horus Luperkar.

Maybe it should be Sanguinius - but the Archangel has been deeply hurt by this position. Maybe only Guilliman and Robert can really fill this position.

His father's willingness to bring him back is the greatest gift.

Horus felt a little pale, a little sad, and a little weak, but facing the cruel reality, he could only smile.

【I thought I would be furious after seeing you,】

Horus said sincerely, looking at the shining crown in Guilliman's golden hair. Guilliman was wearing a scarlet castle-shaped crown today.

[But now I feel gratified that you will be the best person to lead the empire to glory - the Lord of the Empire. 】

Before he finished speaking, Horus knelt down and saluted. Guilliman tried to stop Horus from saluting, but they all knew that this was a formality. After simply evading it two or three times, Guilliman accepted it. Salute of Horus.

Horus stood up and looked at Guilliman with a complicated expression.

Luperkar's previous ambitions had dissipated, and he had chosen to betray him when the Emperor needed him most. Horus no longer asked the Emperor to forgive him, but the Lord of Mankind once again tolerated him.

He knew that he was unfortunate, but compared with his brothers, he was so lucky. The only thing worth gratifying and grateful for was that Neos would never forget Horus, and Horus had no other choice. All you asked for.

Oh no.

Horus suddenly thought that there was indeed one thing he still couldn't let go of, and that was Sanguinius - how much he wished the archangel could shine again, instead of being so sad and lazy now.

But no matter what, this is something Horus Luperkar needs to work hard on, and Guilliman doesn't need to worry about it.

[Then I will take my leave first. 】

Guilliman nodded, looking at Horus with a gleam in his eyes.

At this time of national crisis, Guilliman thought he would assign work to Horus directly after assessing his efficiency, but it turned out that his heart was far more kind than he imagined.

[Then...stay with the Lord of Mankind and Sanguinius, and I will not arrange work for you now. 】

Guilliman nodded, indicating that Horus's false condolences were over. He had met his newly returned brother, and it was time to get back to work.

Not all the primarchs are familiar with each other. Except for Angron, who everyone can chat with, and the relationship between Guilliman and Corax, Mortarion and Konrad, the other primarchs still maintain a relatively distant relationship. social distance.

It is even rarer to know Hades so well that he completely disregards his status.

Of course, this cannot escape Hades' own efforts. He does not put on airs and does not pay attention to reputation. It is too difficult for people of their status.

Horus, who was about to turn around and leave, was startled when he heard this.

[I will,] he said subconsciously, [but Sanguinius doesn’t want to see me...]

Guilliman sighed.

【Give him some time,】

Guilliman said tiredly,

[But not now, Horus, the best place for Sanguinius now is on the battlefield - I know there are many misunderstandings and old things between you, but now is not a good time to reminisce about the past, the Necron army Assembling. 】

Horus wanted to speak again to explain something, but looked at Guilliman who looked tired and swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

[Guilliman, I have heard some rumors about this battle...but you are not panicking because you are sure, right? 】

【No,】

Guilliman shook his head and smiled easily.

[Not sure at all. I have met the Necron Trazyn. I believe this will be the closest we have ever come to extinction. 】

【Then why? ! 】

[Because I have experienced too many similar things. 】

Guilliman smiled bitterly again, and he looked at Horus. Horus had a kind of happiness that had not been erased by time.

It is also a kind of beauty protected by the emperor.

The Lord of Mankind would not treat his Number Thirteen like this, but no matter, Robert Guilliman's father was King Konor of Macragge.

Guilliman and all the Primarchs who are now returning to the Empire have long passed the period when they wanted the Emperor's attention——

A person's praise and love don't matter, the boundless gold on the map is the battlefield that really needs to be built.

【Every time,】

Guilliman raised his voice slightly,

[Every time, the country is close to destruction, from the tearing of the empire, the greenskin war, to the fall of Sanguinius... I have experienced too many similar things. I am not panicking now, my brother, because I am numb. 】

What he said made Horus's eyes sharpen, but it was more sympathy for Guilliman - Horus was not the most ruthless person among the original bodies. On the contrary, emotions close to those of mortals would make him more It’s easy to understand these. This look gave Guilliman some comfort, because most of the others were suffering as much as he was, or thought he deserved it.

But Guilliman digested this emotion well. As he said, work makes people numb. Maybe becoming a king will also do the same, but it is still not as severe as the wear and tear of his work.

【and,】

Guilliman smiled;

[Hades is also my friend, my most powerful office comrade, and the most efficient anti-chaos computer in the empire. There is no need for me to abandon my best friend for the alien race. 】

Hades...

Horus thought that until he woke up, he had not seen Hades, and he did not want to visit Hades. In addition, perhaps when he was close to Hades, Mortarion's scythe would directly It hit Horus on the head.

[I will pick a suitable time to visit Pluto,]

Horus said cautiously,

[I know, wait until the war is over. 】

But... will the war really end?

……………………

【Terra】

"Well,"

Hades was silent for a brief moment, and he looked in front of him.

"Huang Pizi, I think you are a little extreme."

"Yeah?"

Neos said proudly as he walked among the serious-faced Primarchs. At the Emperor's feet, the spiritual energy of the Primarchs flowed out, as if guided by the faint golden light around the Emperor.

Among them were Mortarion, Sanguinius, Corax, Konrad, Vulkan, and Angron. Hades narrowed his eyes. He was not sure whether the originals had retained their physical forms, because In the eyes of Hades, the shapes of these original bodies became increasingly blurry.

"I'm just giving them some slack."

The emperor said casually,

"To better allow them to enter the subspace in the war after this."

"But does that mean they're more likely to be expelled from the physical world?"

"That's the theory - otherwise why didn't I do this before? But as long as there are enough believers around them, then they will be firmly entrenched in the physical world and feed back the power of faith to the believers."

"And, no matter what,"

The emperor's eyes drifted downward, and Hades felt as if he was staring at his hands? Hades pulled his hand back.

"And you, our Hades - would you like to offer your pinky knuckle to the Primarchs as a physical anchor?"

…

Hades' eyes twitched, as this old man was still thinking about the hatred he had committed thousands of years ago.

"I can give the black stone a permanent charge."

"Yeah, what a pity."

Neos moved slowly around Mortarion's ball of psychic energy.

"I think the Primarchs would rather have your little knuckles in their collection."

Sure enough, the pinky knuckle was not necessary, Hades was sweating soybeans, it was just that Neos wanted to avenge his shame.

"No, they don't want to."

…………………………

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's really over this time."

The sound of anxious footsteps sounded clearly on the floor of the museum. Ourrican tried to roll his eyes very anthropomorphically, and the green light in his eyes flickered.

"You should have expected this day to come."

Ourrican said, focusing his eyes again on the thread symbolizing time around it. It needs to spend a lot of energy staring at its fate at all times to ensure that no one dares to do anything under its nose.

"Yeah - but I managed to escape every time! But this time it's different!"

"What's the difference?"

"I can just leave most of my wealth and leave, but the Human Empire cannot escape. The two races have declared war on each other."

Tarazyn's metal bones creaked, as if he was getting anxious. In the distance, there was the sound of the Hades Beetle cleaning up the assassin.

Orikan raised his eyes to look at fate, and looked at Trazyn. The museum curator now wore the body that Hades had carefully arranged for him. This Necrons Overlord was much larger than the Necrons of the same level. Trazyn's body was almost bigger than the Silent King.

There was no way, the aesthetic of the human empire was that big was good.

"You——"

Orekan's voice was stuck, and he looked at the extremely majestic Trazyn. Trazyn's headdress was open like a cobra, and the flowing silver-white and bright green enamel reflected light on it. The scarlet cloak composed of nanorobots extended under the two shoulder pads like raised animal heads, swaying with Trazyn's movements.

However, Trazyn's movements and posture were extremely wretched. He didn't look like an overlord, but more like a thief.

"You hesitated?"

"No!"

Tarasim almost jumped up. It was not as confident and calm as it was when it fooled the old Necromancer general. Instead, it was like a rat whose tail was stepped on.

"It's just-just-"

Tarasim trembled with his hands.

"It's still a little uncertain now. If the entire Necrontyr tribe goes out, the chance of winning is too slim. I don't know if I have harmed Hades and the others."

Humans were like newborn calves. They had never faced the wrath of the Silent King Szalak, so they naturally didn't know how terrifying it was.

Orekan sneered.

"If it weren't for you, that damn Hades would have been buried in Cadia long ago-Tarasim, you are too cowardly."

This timid Tarasim made Orekan feel a little happy. Unlike Tarasim, Orekan thought he was completely above the Necrontyr/Necromancer. Whether it was the Silent King or the Storm King, they were all lower than the Star Master.

It was too lazy to fight for power. For Orikan, ruling over those mindless slaves did not give him any sense of accomplishment, far less than the glimpse he got when he looked at the stars.

So when Trazyn showed some fear, Orikan felt satisfied, which proved that he was strong.

So he was in a mood to comfort Trazyn.

"Besides, it's not all Necrons - how do you know that the Storm King will agree with the Silent King's orders?"

"But -"

Orikan raised his hand and made a gesture of silence,

"Have you forgotten that I am the fate advisor under the Storm King? Give me one of your clones, Trazyn, let me come - I will make sure the Storm King is present, but its first target of attack will be the Silent King."

"?! I thought you were not so kind to help humans."

"I'm just rectifying fate."