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

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Hades couldn't help but recall his conversation with the Lord of Mankind—the outsiders, the promise the Lord of Mankind and the Four Gods made was to wipe out all outsiders.

But back on Barbarossa, the Emperor saw a human with high investment value who would help his fourteenth son conquer the entire planet—Hades.

Therefore, he chose to bring Hades back and began his plan.

Hades remembers clearly that, initially, the Emperor and Macardo's promise to him was "one of many plans, not even the most important one."

But after that... it is clear that the fate of the Empire is now deeply intertwined with Hades.

There's nothing we can do; he's developed too well.

However... from this perspective, it's highly likely that he was destroyed by the Emperor due to a single wrong decision at the beginning.

It's possible that the fate of the opposing "Lord of Humanity" is different from his.

[The emperor ultimately did not choose to save him.]

Mortarian's eyes shone brightly.

[But why did you survive?]

He wanted to say Hades, but the overwhelming darkness prevented him from doing so.

Hades gave a heavy laugh.

"It's possible that the two human lords are different... Another possibility is that I was just lucky at first."

[Am I lucky...?]

Hades could sense that the Mortarion on the other side seemed to have countless questions and things to say, but in the long silence, he merely recounted the story of the past, as if he hoped Hades would say something or offer some comment.

But Hades knew that whatever he said would likely end up hurting Mortarion.

He can't exactly say, "Haha, I was saved because Mortarion landed in Barbaros early."

"I think I was actually quite relieved in the end,"

Hades hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously,

“Nacre was killed by the Barbarus – to be honest, that was my only dream, and I’m sure I would have been willing to sacrifice myself for it, no matter which one it was.”

is it?

[Motalian] thought about it, but he could never get over that day. After that day, he gained the Legion, power, money, and status, but he could no longer laugh from the bottom of his heart.

And now... the only consolation is that they actually did it back then.

Mortarian did not want this to become Hades' one-sided consolation to him, as it would only highlight his weakness and thirst for help.

He stated these things—perhaps just to tell this Hades that the Hades of his world was no worse than him, that that Hades truly existed—and he also hoped that more people would remember that Hades.

He may have initially broken down when he approached the Darklands, but after recounting his past, Mortarian regained both pain and power.

Clearly, Hades, who was silent opposite him, was still thinking about how to comfort him, but [Mortalian] didn't need words; he needed actions—

A sharp knife, a curse... anything is fine, but not words.

He wouldn't admit that he himself wished Hades had something to say, and he stood firm again, clinging precariously to the fact that "the two Hades are not the same."

At least the two Hades are vastly different in appearance.

Mortarian cannot bear to think deeply about whether the two Hades are the same person, otherwise he might break down again and become weak.

I have another question.

[Motalian] breathed, and decided to ask a question that had haunted him for thousands of years, which would also serve as a starting point for a new topic.

[You... and him in my destiny... why are you both so fixated on Robert Guilliman? He once told me he thought Guilliman was better than me.]

He saw Hades' eyes widen suddenly.

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

Damn it, how is he supposed to answer that?

Hades' mind was in a mess. He couldn't very well say that this blue man with thick eyebrows and big eyes had built Macragge into a paradise—who wouldn't love that?

"first……"

Hades coughed, feeling a chill run down his spine, though he didn't know why.

Just consider it a curse from the god of food because I didn't finish the dessert on my plate.

“I think the two Killie Mans in the two fate lines are not the same, but I think I am the same image as the other Killie Man in my memory—that is, Robert Killie Man in my world. With this premise established, I think I can answer your question.”

The Primarch, Mortarion, opposite him remained silent; Hades could sense that the Primarch was contemplating.

Hades' words actually revealed a problem: why did he and his other self know in advance that Guilliman was a fixed figure that wouldn't change due to shifts in the timeline?

But Mortarion remained silent, signaling Hades to continue.

Hades coughed again. This seemed to be the first time he had said why he liked Ultramarines. Actually, Blood Angels and White Scars were pretty good too.

“I think my ideals overlap with Killieman’s ideals in some ways. We both value humanistic care and morality, and we also value objectivity and reality, without fabricating or distorting facts. We both believe that improving productivity and building a better home are the goals of our work.”

[Humanistic concern?]

[Motalian] muttered to himself, as if he had heard something amusing.

[Is the ruler of this empire...a person with a sense of humanity?]

"Exactly."

Hades nodded, recalling the information Dorn had given him earlier. It seemed that the opposing [Guilliman] was probably a StarCraft player with no sense of morality.

[......]

[Motalian] wanted to express his opinion, but he couldn't express anything; he seemed unable to imagine such a Guilliman.

But then he understood... why Hades was more inclined to side with Guilliman.

Hades blinked, looking at Mortarion who was deep in thought, and thought he had fooled the question.

Can……

【Motalian】frowned.

[Am I devoid of humanistic concern and morality? Or is it another instance of me neglecting the development of productive forces?]

Oh hoo.

Before Hades could even conjure the word "doom," the cold sweat on his back materialized into reality—

Less than a nanosecond after hearing the footsteps, a giant scythe was thrown in from outside the door!

The door was smashed open, bang!!

? ! ! !

Hades and Mortarion both stood up immediately. Between them, the innocent little table had been completely crushed by the giant scythe.

Hades observed a moment of silence for the innocent pastries that perished.

Hades turned sharply to look at the doorway.

A thin mist of white fog seeped in through the gap in the door, instantly extinguishing the blazing fire in the stove. Then, a cold light shone from within the eye of an insect, gleaming with golden light.

Your mom.

"Motalian said, his slender limbs extending from the gap in the door and clinging to the inside of the room. The alien slowly peered in, its white helmet still stained with blood from the battlefield."

[Killiman, it's Killieman again...]

The sound of clenching teeth came from the Primarch's mouth.

Hades—I should have painted my armor blue—and what are you doing now, my other self?

Mortalian was now fully standing in the room, seemingly unleashing most of his psionic energy. The towering Zerg alien arched its back so deeply that its hunched spine touched the ceiling.

"Haha, Old Mo, you're here."

Hades was extremely open and honest.

"I waited and waited for you, but you didn't come, so I came to see what was going on."

【…】

[......]

Mortarian was shocked. He realized that Hades was far more cautious and meticulous than he had imagined, and that he might have misjudged him.

He had originally thought this would be a ruthless killing machine.

Didn't Killieman tell you to wait a moment?

Hades blinked rather innocently, deciding to protect Guilliman to some extent, but not entirely.

He didn't say anything to me; I just came here myself.

If he says that Killieman persuaded him to come—then Killieman is finished.

Killieman...

Mortarian sneered inwardly. He would never believe Hades's story—the truth was that Guilliman had instigated Hades to come over. Although he didn't know what kind of person Guilliman was, he knew what kind of emperor he was when he was looking for trouble.

"Give me some time, Hades. I want to speak with myself."

Mortarian emphasized "himself," staring coldly at [Mortarian], who also smiled, showing no fear, but even a hint of provocation.

Hades blinked, glancing at the reactions of the two Mortarians in the room. He knew the conversation couldn't continue, but he had at least obtained some information—

The version of myself on the other side died on Barbarossa, and the butterfly's wings may have stirred up a storm from then on, as well as the emperor on the other side...

Hades realized that the Emperor on the other side had serious problems, and he needed to obtain more information if necessary.

"...Okay, you guys chat first, I'll go to the kitchen."

Hades slowly, very slowly, backed up to the door, then carefully opened it. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then quickly opened the door and left the scene.

The door was opened and closed rapidly, and the tattered debris on it wobbled and fell to the ground with a thud.

[Motalian] smiled politely, enjoying seeing his opponent's angry expression; it seemed like a victory—proof that he wasn't doing too badly.

Almost the instant Hades disappeared from their sight—whoosh! A fierce storm arose!

Mortarion suddenly attacked! The Mist Monster instantly swung its giant scythe!

The next moment, the cold, hard texture of the scythe pressed against Mortarion's neck.

Mortarion showed no fear. He smiled and raised his eyes, his enormous shadow completely enveloping Mortarion, who had just transformed into his normal Primarch form in order to face the Dark Domain.

There was no light in Mortarian's eyes. He exerted force in his hand, and blood seeped from the neck of the chief rebel, making the chains on it gleam.

You think this is interesting, right?

[Isn't it better than being a dog under Guilliman?]

But unfortunately,

Motalian's gas mask sprayed out poison gas, which landed directly on the First Rebel's pretty little face.

The corrosion that Mortarian had imagined did not occur.

You're still Guilliman's dog—while I'm a hero of the Empire.

I'll only warn you once—stay away from Hades. You have countless people you could ask for information from, so why are you going to him? Guilliman, Fernus… I could even find the Emperor for you.

The word "Emperor" made Mortarion's soul tremble, but he did not show it on the surface.

I'm only warning you once... stay away from him. You killed the hope of your destined empire—and now you want to make amends?

The sickle's teeth bit deeper and deeper, causing blood to gush out.

[make up?]

[Motalian] chuckled, and the next moment, his body suddenly swelled up and swayed! Like a raging fire—haphazardly fueled with countless fierce flames.

[Hehehe—is this all the ambition you can imagine?!]

Hades had already left, and the domain of the First Rebel unfolded almost instantly. Only in front of Guilliman and Hades did Mortarion appear so insignificant, but in front of others, he was the First Rebel.

The raging sea surged, and countless luminous giant fish rolled on the seabed. Their enormous figures swept across the dark surface of the sea, as if they would leap out and attack Mortarion at any moment.

Mortarian retreated sharply, bracing his scythe against the surging attack. He looked across and saw the bloated monster.

The bone helmet had been scorched black for thousands of years, and three kinds of light ignited on it, burning him without ever stopping.