Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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The Death Guard provides such devices, but nothing is as effective as the beads that Hades himself polished.

Ordinary psychics, and even ordinary people, cannot equip this super-powerful anti-psychic equipment, because the mere presence of this thing near the soul is already a form of torture.

I will give the copy to Vox.

Motalian said he put the photos away, but then glanced warily out of the room.

"what happened?"

"...It's okay, what do you think of them?"

"What can we do?"

Callas turned around nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow.

"Hades alone can take them down in an instant. How much trouble can they cause? In my opinion, they simply don't intend to live. Since they already know about Hades's constitution, why do they still want to get close to him? I think you should consider how to cooperate with them to defeat Guilliman."

Which Killieman are you referring to?

"Does it matter?"

【…】

Makes sense.

Mortarian thought to himself, but he still felt annoyed. This annoyance stemmed from the fact that he had to temporarily live under the same roof as his enemy, and that the other person even wanted to replace Mortarian.

"If I'm not mistaken,"

Karas said that Mortarian had told him a lot about that Fateline, after all, he was the damn Death Guard commander!

"The Death Guards over there came here to complete the mission they failed to accomplish back then... to kill [Guilliman], or perhaps [The Emperor] as well. As for seeing Hades, it's probably just to fulfill his last wish."

It won't be that simple.

Poison gas was spewing from between Mortarian's gas masks.

If they only wanted to kill Guilliman, they wouldn't... they wouldn't act this way. I think Guilliman has already sensed his abnormality—their real target is Hades, not Guilliman.

"That's not something I can worry about."

Karas sneered.

"And maybe things are just that simple, Mortalian... You haven't been corrupted. Emotions amplified after being corrupted by chaos are amplified. It's that simple. You can no longer use common sense to think about their behavior. People who fall into the path of chaos will be bound by some kind of emotion or obsession."

"and,"

Callas laughed.

"You're overthinking it, Mortarion. After you see them, are you sure Hades won't just kill them outright? When have you ever seen Hades show any mercy to those corrupted by Chaos?"

He saved you last time.

"That's because you were the one trying to persuade him! Mortarian, you're the one with a soft heart—if you hadn't tried to persuade that idiot, I would have been shot dead by him! Didn't you see the gun almost touching my brain?! Didn't you see the look of utter ruthlessness on his face?! By the Emperor, I could have seized that opportunity to end my miserable life!"

Karas suddenly let out two strange laughs, anticipating and interrupting Mortalian's rebuttal.

"Hades would never show mercy. If he had been superior to you, Mortarion, in terms of control over the legion or combat strength, I would have died instantly, without any hesitation. The only reason I'm still alive is because the Death Guard's legion commander is a fucking soft-hearted idiot. Death, haven't you realized that Hades, that idiot, not only doesn't let personal emotions interfere with his judgments, but also often prefers to solve problems by killing or destroying everything?"

【…】

As Karas watched Mortarion's expression darken, he was speechless. He couldn't understand where Mortarion got the idea that Hades was kind and soft-hearted. Was it just because Hades liked Macragge and the Ultramarines, and Guilliman seemed kind?

In some matters, Guilliman does indeed hesitate because of his kindness and love for his people, although this is happening rapidly, along with his hair, since he became the ruler of the empire.

Karas could point out without hesitation that Hades was not the image Mortarion described. If he had to choose which person Hades resembled, Karas would definitely choose the Emperor. The Lord of Man and Hades were essentially birds of a feather, both complete scoundrels. After making an extremely cruel choice, he could quickly return to a cheerful and carefree state.

Does Hades weep for those who are sacrificed? Of course he does, but has he ever shown mercy? Not even once! Not even a moment's hesitation.

If one had to pinpoint the difference, it would be that the Emperor did not experience a period of significant weakness, while Hades did, during which he made several friends.

Karas was unfortunately one of them.

"So you don't need to worry about the negative psionic Oglin at all. Don't tell me you ever fantasized about the negative psionic Oglin thinking the other fate line was pretty good and choosing them or something—Death! Look at how they've been corrupted by chaos! Hades will definitely not let them go! His short-term silence is just him making concessions for greater interests."

"The only thing that can't go wrong is our side, and that's you, Death."

"As long as we hold our ground, when the time is right, Hades will strike before you and me and wipe out Chaos—the one among us most willing to kill Chaos is Hades, not you or me. When have you ever seen him show the slightest emotion towards beings infected by Chaos?! That damned man didn't even show anger when he killed those Chaos believers, just like he was exterminating insects!"

Silence. Mortarian fell silent. After taking seven deep breaths, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

[The provocation... I was deliberately provoking myself. Thank you, Karas, I should calm down.]

"hehe."

Callas sneered again.

"So you'd be moved enough to start approving official documents?"

No, Karas, I simply appreciate your words of advice. Okay, I'm going to find Vox now.

"Your mother!!!"

..............................

"binggo~"

The snake scales scraped across the deck. Madame Psyche hissed as she straightened up, bypassing the restrained mortals and blood in the room. She proudly raised the piece of paper she was holding.

"I copied it."

That was the very photo that Karas had just shown to Mortalian.

Motalian silently accepted the photographic paper handed to him by Mrs. Psyche.

[Have you been discovered?]

"maybe,"

Mrs. Psyche turned her head and hissed.

"I don't understand why he doesn't take action; maybe he doesn't want a direct confrontation."

[Motalian] chuckled twice upon hearing this; he had already donned his poison gas mask.

[A direct confrontation? That Karas shows no mercy.]

But he also insulted Mortarion, which made the atmosphere even more delicate. If he had only insulted the First Rebels, the First Rebels might have been able to make a fuss about it.

“￥#@*…”

Typhons sat by the fireplace, hugging his knees, and mumbled something, but no one could hear him.

"The other you is really good at cursing."

Mrs. Psyche swam over and patted Typhon's head with her snake tail.

"I remember now, you used to be quite the scolder too, how did you become like this?"

Typhons remained silent, only lowering his head further.

We have all changed.

[Motalian] said, looking at the young Hades in the photo, who looked extremely healthy.

Mrs. Psyche offered some perfunctory words of comfort to Typhon, then let out a long sigh.

"Actually, it's not that good. I can't even call him by his name now. I'm really worried that I won't be able to see his face clearly in the future."

[You need to switch completely to a physical world perspective.]

The only rebel who had ever faced Hades spoke softly, still carefully studying the photograph.

[From a psionic perspective, he's... terrifying.]

"Is it as frightening as his corpse back then?"

[This isn't the same fear... Herrera, you can't expect to overcome it easily on your own.]

"Then tell me how I switch to a physical perspective?! Mortarion! You didn't sacrifice yourself entirely, so you still have a physical body, but we don't!"

[......]

"My God, all I wanted was to see what he looks like now, is this the punishment I deserve?"

As Mrs. Psyche spoke, the beaded necklace covering her entire body began to shimmer and glow. The potent drug was injected, and Slaanesh's darling let out a long sigh of relief.

"You can use your mind to control an ordinary person in this world to see him, and transform that ordinary person into your original appearance."

After a long silence, Typhon suggested,

"No!"

Mrs. Psyche screamed.

"I want to see him myself!"

【Motalian】turned her head to look at Mrs. Psyche, who was arguing with Typhons on her own.

[What do you plan to do after you see him, Herrera?]

Mrs. Psyche suddenly turned around and giggled, her hair moving wildly as it broke free of its bindings and flew wildly through the air.

"kill him."

Mrs. Psyche answered without any hesitation, as if the answer had been decided a thousand years ago.

Her smile widened, almost tearing at her ears, revealing sharp fangs, as if she were blissfully pleased with the answer.

"Aren't you going to ask him if he loves you?"

A faint, fly-like voice from Tuffons rang out.

Why should I ask?

Mrs. Psyche chuckled softly.

"It is enough that I love him. He will lie peacefully beside me forever. I have taken his one and only. After that, he will only look at me day and night, and I will respond to him with the most sincere love in the world. I will give him anything he wants... He said the bed was too hard, so I found the softest silk and satin in the world... The most sincere love in the world does not need a response, only eternal companionship."

The leader of the rebellion lowered his head and listened silently to Mrs. Psyche's words.

[What if you can't kill him?]

Mrs. Psyche suddenly paused,

"Then let him kill me,"

She said somewhat dejectedly,

"But will I be the only one he kills? No! I need to be his only one. Damn it, I hope that when I see him, there isn't anyone else standing next to him, not a man, woman, mutant, beastman, robot, or any other kind of person. Otherwise, I will definitely go berserk."

"Hey! Wait a minute, don't just laugh at me, what about you guys!"

“I would be happy to help you fulfill your wish… Herrera, I think you will treat him well.”

Typhons said, his words slurred.

"But I want him to curse me first."

"Insulting you?!"

"Scold me."

"Typhons said sullenly, and then fell silent."

Mortalian pondered, seemingly fully understanding his two friends, whose chaotic lives had ultimately and completely transformed them.

[Perhaps we could visit the people he has interacted with before meeting him.]

In any case, their real enemy is [Guilliman] —

The leader of the rebels suddenly narrowed his eyes, staring at the familiar scene in the center of the room.

Right in the room where they were talking, kneeling in the middle was a mortal with numb eyes—he had no special requirements, the only hard requirement being that he had to be a believer of the Empire, not a believer of any particular Chaos.

Every six minutes, Mrs. Psyche would torture the man with a potion and then observe his reaction. If Mrs. Psyche was not present, then the matter would fall to Mortalian and Typhon.

But as they got further and further away from the Chaos Empire, they had to intensify the torture, to the point that the mortals in the room had been replaced several times.

But now, ordinary people are reacting differently.

He remained numb, his face like a puppet's, with a muscle twitching.

what does this mean?

This means that the Lord of Humanity, who is pierced through the golden throne on Terra, is gradually becoming active.

"good idea!"