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

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A mask with blue faces and fangs appeared on the face of the chief rebel, and countless black tears streamed from his turbid eyes.

[destroy,]

All I want is destruction! Hehehe—destroy that old world—

The first rebel lunged at Mortarion, easily knocking him down, and they both sank into the unfathomable sea.

[And all you need to know is...]

Mortarian's voice became gentle again. He removed his poison mask and reached out, intending to place it on Mortarian's face.

[Only the victors will sail on the small boat bound for the new world.]

"Old Mo?!"

Hades's shout tore through the psionic field, and true darkness surged forth. Mortarian opened his eyes wide and was astonished to find himself back in the same room, still standing in the same spot.

Hades stood before the door, which had been violently destroyed, with the dark energy spreading out from beneath his feet. Behind him, Guilliman was rushing toward him.

I'm sorry, but we just had a small disagreement.

【Motalian】Standing in the corner of the room furthest from Hades, he humbly apologized to Hades and Guilliman who had rushed over, in the most physical form.

Mortarian realized that the First Rebel before him possessed far more experience fighting Primarchs than he did.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 806 [248] Who is the real scoundrel?

[Motalian...]

On the throne, [Guilliman]'s fingertip rested on a small chess piece. In the eyes of the first rebel, charred black by the chaotic fire, the three kinds of light from chaos never went out.

Who exactly do you want to see?

[Killiman] muttered to himself, as countless data cables on his crown flashed, continuing to transmit commands throughout the empire.

What exactly is your goal...?

With a raised tone, Guilliman's eyes held a smile as he recalled the look in Mortalian's eyes each time he looked at him.

It was a wild dog that could never be tamed. No matter how he tried to train it with sticks or lure it with raw meat, he combed every inch of its fur and decorated it with fine gold and silk to make it look presentable.

But it can never conceal the ambition and madness behind that glamorous facade.

【Motalian】Ah…【Motalian】…

[Killiman] Sit up straight. It's time to show him what the First Rebel really craves.

[Killiman] sighed softly. None of his brothers were capable of shouldering great responsibilities; their personalities were too twisted, and their goals too extreme.

No one has ever taken the entire empire as their mission like he has.

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"Holy crap, are you alright, Lao Mo?"

Hades said that he urgently used the Dark Domain to search Mortalian's soul—

Mortarian's face was contorted in pain, looking like he had eaten shit, but his soul did not truly escape the Dark Domain's scrutiny.

Fortunately... Hades thought to himself, there was no real damage, no curse or anything, and it might not even be as bad as the mental damage that the loss of his Black Domain had caused to Mortalian.

"Okay, it's okay."

Hades withdrew the Dark Domain, and Mortalian visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Guilliman, standing beside them, also visibly relaxed.

"What did he say to you? You two started arguing less than 30 seconds after I left."

Mortarian felt angry and frustrated; he was distressed by his disadvantage in the confrontation.

He clearly couldn't accept this, the fact that the opponent's combat strength might be higher than his.

【threaten……】

Mortarian said hoarsely, savoring the words of "Motarian." Deep down, he had never known the goal of his other self so clearly.

Intuition, similar souls, similar jealousy and anger—these allowed Mortarian to easily find the answer.

The goal of the Mortarion was never some nonsense about helping another empire to restore itself and achieve victory.

The true goal of that [Mortalian] is to "replace," to replace this Mortalian and remain in a glorious, future-filled destiny.

This is the true goal of the first rebel.

A despicable thief—a clown unable to face his own reality, desperately seeking escape, a coward struggling with the past.

Mortarian thought to himself, "This is the ugly version of myself that I despise."

And he would never let his other self have his way.

Mortalian is unaware of how his alter ego intends to "replace" him, but in any case, he will thwart his plans.

Mortarian blinked, briefly pulling himself out of his deep thoughts. He looked at Hades, who was looking at him with confusion and worry, and at Guilliman.

In this matter, Mortarian knew without a doubt that Hades would help him unconditionally.

However, he did not want to reveal his other goal for the time being—it would lead to misjudgment. Although Mortarian believed Hades, it was hard to say for Guilliman.

Politicians are all like that—smooth, sweet-talking, and sycophantic. If Guilliman knew what Mortalian's goal was, he would definitely say something like, "We can try to win over Mortalian for now."

This possibility must never happen.

The Mortarians would not allow such a temporary surrender to occur, even though the two empires were now in a state of ambiguous cooperation—

But that doesn't mean they need to cooperate with that [Motalian].

Once Guilliman has this idea, that stupid blue guy will definitely try to persuade Hades, and then the worst-case scenario will occur.

If you replace Guilliman with the Emperor, this character will make similar choices.

Mortalian knew that Guilliman's chosen path would generally be the one with the highest success rate, but this was something Mortalian could not allow; the risks and threats involved were unbearable for him.

He figured Karas wouldn't allow Hades to call a bastard like Karas his brother, like calling a dog the Wolf King—it was an insult to their character.

[Threat...intimidation...he briefly bared his fangs, his chaotic nature burning within his soul.]

Mortarian spoke slowly, pondering his choice of words.

I could sense he was planning something—it was unlikely to be anything good, at least not something beneficial to us.

Why did he do that?

"Killiman asked."

[...because of me.]

Mortalian looked at Guilliman, that damned blue man.

[Wouldn't you feel annoyed after seeing another version of yourself?]

Killieman's expression showed a brief moment of astonishment, as if he were recalling his meeting with that "Killerman." Finally, Killieman fell silent, revealing a rare somber expression.

【I……】

Killieman opened his mouth, his expression gloomy.

I know what you're thinking...bro, I think I support your point of view.

"Wait, what's happening now?"

Hades, completely bewildered, was the kind of person who could chat happily with another version of himself and even play a game together—therefore Hades would never understand them.

Primarchs are always proud; they firmly believe that they are unique individuals. In some ways, some Primarchs may even experience a brief breakdown upon learning that they have brothers.

Therefore, a similar version of oneself is absolutely intolerable.

Mortalian looked up at Guilliman, thanking him for reaching a consensus with him on this point—Guilliman on their side was indeed better in this regard.

He decided to ask Guilliman why he kept bothering Hades and why he was promoting Maclagat to Hades later, at least until Guilliman was done with his current tasks.

【in short,】

Guilliman looked at Hades and decided that he would come.

We cannot adapt to the existence of a soul similar to ourselves, yet fallen into chaos; we subconsciously feel pain and anger—I think there might be some influence from the warp during this process.

Hades paused for a moment, then his expression changed to one of sudden realization.

"I see!"

Haha, he just doesn't understand things about the warp. Hades glanced at Mortarian.

"But you should still come with me to see that Mortarian next time, otherwise you two will start fighting again—I think both sides should at least exercise restraint for now?"

Mortarian remained silent, only exhaling a breath of poison gas.

He also hoped to give that version of himself a taste of his own medicine next time... He wanted to get his revenge.

He wanted the chief rebel to understand that Mortarion's current success was due to his own strength and resilience—in some respects, during those chaotic ten thousand years, Mortarion had truly carried the entire empire.

He personally wielded the sickle against Nagued—rather than resigned himself to being a slave to a few chaotic beings.

Even if he were to be shattered to pieces, even if his entire legion were to be wiped out, Mortarion would never accept being a dog of Chaos; he would fight to the last breath and raise the banner of rebellion.

The pine tree stands straight and unruly, disdaining to bow down.

In this respect, Mortarion possessed absolute resolve—far more resolute than that cowardly chief traitor.

Even for the sake of his comrades... like Hades, Mortarion would never be a dog for anyone else.

This can be seen in his decision to abandon Hades and return to Barbaros instead of staying in Terra to process documents for Guilliman.

I understand.

Mortarian swallowed.

I won't attack first, as long as it's within your plans. But if he provokes me... I think I at least have the right to some kind of sparring.

[The scale of judgment is yours, Mortarian—though I suspect such opportunities may be few and far between. The opposing Empire is approaching. That Mortarian just told me we might need to prepare a banquet soon.]

[To get the generals on the other side to show themselves—they're just as curious about us as we are.]

"Wait, you mean you want several Chaos Primarchs to stay on the Glory of Macragge?!"

Hades looked at Killieman in disbelief. Killieman shook his head helplessly.

I will choose a different location, but this time it is indeed somewhat dangerous.

Hades frowned; he had a feeling this was a trap.

I know what you're thinking.

Guilliman opened his arms.

I will do my best to ensure there's no possibility of a falling out at the banquet, and I will also have contingency plans for what to do if the other side makes a move—but regardless, this is an opportunity, and we also want to know the other side's story, don't we?

[To understand the enemy as much as possible will at least lay the foundation for the two armies to fight together against the space undead.]

Killian's face was also filled with helplessness.

The Silent King and the Storm King are still locked in a fierce battle, but the Storm King's army seems to be gradually losing ground. I think we will soon face a Silent King who is free to fight.

What's worse, the Storm King, who is at a disadvantage, is activating all sorts of forbidden technologies, which will make the battlefield even more chaotic, and Talasi is already complaining bitterly.

Therefore, we need to prepare for the alliance as soon as possible.

"All right,"

Hades said with difficulty,

"I only have one question: will I need to play?"

【Not needed.】*2

Guilliman and Mortalian spoke in unison, then exchanged a glance, and Guilliman decisively gave the right of explanation to Mortalian.

You are our last resort.

Mortarian explained,

I suspect that another version of myself is hiding my existence from you, and that's precisely where our advantage lies.

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Pluto...