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

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Guilliman sighed, propped himself up on the table, and leaned forward to look at Hades.

[You tell me first... what did you feel?]

"A very powerful warp entity, composed of at least five warp forces... the power of the Four Gods and the Emperor, what the hell is that?"

Mortarion, Mortarion of another world.

"?!"

Hades instantly understood. No wonder it was the power of the five gods; this was the first rebel on the other side. No wonder this soul aura felt both familiar and strange to him.

But Hades was also somewhat confused.

"Didn't the Emperor say that the final destiny line would only appear after the destruction of the Four Gods? So what's going on now? Why is there another Mortarion on the Glory of Macragge—have you imprisoned him?"

Strictly speaking, we did not imprison him.

Killieman gave a wry smile.

[Back to our previous conversation—Hades, you asked me how to deal with the space undead, and now this is the answer: we've agreed to an alliance with another empire.]

Hades almost jumped out of bed.

"An alliance?!"

He exclaimed, feeling a chill run down his spine and a bit hungry.

"An alliance with Chaos?!?"

【calm! 】

Killieman quickly stood up and said,

This is the only way we can fight off the space necromancers right now, a purely desperate measure. I know what you're thinking—betrayal, isn't it? But we have you, Hades.

"Two empires join forces to defeat the space undead, and then I step in to wipe out the other side?"

Hades and Killieman exchanged a glance; their shared experience of working together for several days made them understand each other's thoughts.

Killieman nodded slowly.

After all, Hades is a psionic specialist, not a space necromancer specialist, so let the expert return to his area of ​​expertise...

"But would that empire really be that foolish?"

Hades asked cautiously as he sat on the edge of the bed, darkness creeping up his blue and white striped hospital gown to form a completely black everyday outfit.

This is also what makes me hesitate and confused.

Killieman said seriously, clenching his fist.

The opposing side's reasoning is that they also can't face an entire space undead single-handedly... In any case, we can only take it one step at a time for now.

Without the assistance of the other side, the Empire would likely struggle to withstand the Silent King, or it might end in mutual destruction.

Guilliman opened his hand again, and a jet-black crown larger than his palm appeared, with spikes like inverted raindrops pointing upwards, shimmering with specks of green light.

[Tarasin asked me to give you this: While you were unconscious, a space necromancer came briefly, said you were alright, and then left again.]

[He said this could temporarily prevent the Silent King from detecting you, and it also has the effect of shrinking your dark domain—making it appear smaller and more harmless.]

Kiliman understood Tarasin's intentions, which made him admire this alien ally even more.

Hades blinked, and he hesitated before accepting the crown; he wasn't used to wearing such a thing.

Although he saw all the Primarchs with little things on their heads every day, even Mortalian had one made of weeds and thorns on his head.

Hades thought for a moment and felt that he could probably mold the shape of the crown, as long as it did not affect the position and the spatial and temporal dimensions and layout of the device generator.

A thick, black substance seeped from his hands. Killieman watched Hades' movements intently, and then a black baseball cap appeared in Hades' hands.

Hades was quite satisfied; he could accept this.

Hades casually put a baseball cap on his head, the kind he wore backwards.

Killieman looked like he was about to break down.

[Excuse me, I mean, could you please change the crown back to its original state? I mean—I strongly, earnestly, and sincerely request that you change it back.]

Hades stared at Guilliman with a deadpan expression.

"Is it ugly?"

Killieman nodded frantically, his blond hair almost blurring into a streak of light.

"Okay... okay..."

Hades didn't think his taste was that bad, but people often pointed it out to him, and eventually he gave in, so now a ridiculously stupid black crown sits on his white hair instead of a cool baseball cap.

Come on, there are plenty of crowns in this galaxy, but there's only one baseball cap, okay?

[I suggest you recuperate on the Macragge's Glory. Any Star God Fragments you capture on the battlefield will be delivered to you immediately.]

Guilliman then changed the subject and said seriously,

[It is not advisable for you to appear on the battlefield now. If the Silent King discovers you again... the two space necromantic dynasties will join forces to deal with you first.]

"I understand. I'll start processing official documents here from now on."

Hades said thoughtfully, but his eyes pierced through countless cabins, staring straight at the location of [Motalian].

"But... what are you planning to do?"

He is a diplomatic envoy sent by the opposing empire. I have placed him under house arrest for the time being. In three days, the opposing empire will arrive in this star system in large numbers.

[Logically, or as Mortarian advised me, I should have kept that guy on the Makrag's Glory, waiting for the two armies to meet up in three days.]

【but,】

Guilliman looked at Hades, his deep blue eyes gleaming with golden sunlight.

Although Mortarion emphasized this matter and strictly forbade that Mortarion from seeing you, I think—you should go and see him. The opposing leader is clearly at odds with the other me; this is a potential breakthrough.

But I respect your opinion... Hades, this is up to you.

"Killiman said, a glint of wisdom in his eyes. Hades remained silent, simply staring at Killiman."

"I'll go see him right now."

Hades stood up, casually tossed his hand into the air, and a black cloak instantly grew out from behind him.

Now that we don't have to go to the battlefield, we don't need to wear armor for now. Otherwise, Hades sometimes has to find the right angle to squeeze through doorways.

Although he was severely injured, the Dark Domain remained intact. The human empire had no more authoritative means of dealing with psionics than Hades—therefore Hades was not too worried about the other side suddenly launching an attack.

Besides, what if the other side suddenly attacks... Hades felt his stomach rumble.

He was also a little hungry.

Why wouldn't Mortarian let him meet the other Mortarian? Hades seemed to understand Mortarian's intentions, but he also wanted to talk to the other side.

There's no need to hide it. If they wanted to conceal Hades' power—but it was completely exposed the moment Hades awoke.

At least Mortalian has "witnessed" the scale of Hades.

Why are you so sure he's the key?

Before leaving, Hades cautiously asked Gilliman, who was sitting at his desk.

Intuition and experience.

Killieman said with a serious expression, as he repeatedly recalled his encounters with Mortalian.

The aura emanating from that Mortarian... I don't think I'm mistaken.

Mortarion might misjudge this matter. Although the Pale Lord is mindful of the bigger picture, he is terrifyingly narrow-minded in some ways—enough to cloud his judgment.

"Okay, I believe you."

Hades said casually, already opening the door and preparing to leave.

But before closing the door, Hades hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

“Killiman…don’t you think you’re starting to look more and more like a weasel?”

The door creaked shut.

Only a stunned Killieman remained standing there, frozen in place.

Then, Killieman shook his head with a wry smile, and a soft sigh echoed from the desk.

[Is it another emperor...? If this keeps up, I'm starting to understand him.]

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

He sat upright on a single sofa.

[Motalian] felt himself trembling, overwhelmed by fear, weakness, and nausea, which reached its peak the moment there was a knock on his door.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 800 [242] Unacceptable

Da da da.

The door was being knocked on, and shapeless darkness seeped out from the cracks, wriggling and squeezing into the room like tiny tentacles.

【Motalian】felt his gaze was becoming uncontrollable, his stomach was churning, and after ten thousand years, his long-lost appetite was aroused by a strange urge to vomit.

Da da da.

[Motalian] was already surrounded, enveloped by endless darkness and dark waters. His hands trembled incessantly, driven by instinct, and his soul was screaming.

A piercing scream, a trembling, a desperate desire to escape.

He tried his best to suppress his instincts, but the psionic energy that made him up was so restless at this moment that it was almost about to break through the so-called "Motalian" body and escape in all directions.

Mortarian was acutely aware that if he gave it his all, he could fight that being, but he also knew all too well that he did not want to fight such a being... even a glance at it would burn his eyes.

Is this... Hades?

Mortarian trembled, almost rooted to the spot by fear and instinct. In his world, there had never been anything so terrifying and bizarre—something he had never seen before.

Or perhaps he had seen it before, but at that time the overwhelming darkness had not yet taken shape.

Bang bang bang!

The being outside the door grew impatient, and the door was pounded on roughly. [Motalian] heard something, but a loud ringing in his ears and a psionic shriek drowned out the words.

He watched in horror as the door was on the verge of breaking through under immense force.

"Is anyone there? Sorry to bother you, may I come in?"

squeak-

The door opened, and Hades poked his head in like a thief. He didn't understand why Mortarion wasn't responding to him, even though the Dark Domain showed that the Primarch was in the room.

Hades' gaze first fell on the single sofa in the center of the room. The sofa was empty, but the slowly rebounding fabric told him that he had just been there.

Where have the people gone?

Hades was somewhat confused. He scanned the room and then saw Mortarian standing straight in the corner furthest from him. Mortarian had his back to the door and his head buried in the corner.

Hades could only see his back, his dark, bone-white helmet.

???

Hades didn't understand.

Hades was deeply shocked.

Was this some kind of etiquette from the Fate Line? Or some strange custom? Hades was completely bewildered. He could only stare intently at [Motalian] in the corner as he opened the door and walked in.

"Since you didn't deny it, I'll come in."

Hades said, slamming the door shut behind him. The moment the door slammed shut, he clearly saw Mortarian in the corner shudder again.

Uh.

Hades realized that it might be his presence? It's normal for psionic beings who have never seen the Dark Realm to react immediately upon seeing his true form.

Once, a Nurgle who had seen Hades died instantly with a scream, exploding like a fermented potato that had burst.

Hades was satisfied with his suppression of the Primarch, but this prevented him from having a proper conversation. Hades still hoped to extract some useful information from the Primarch.

So Hades stood in the porch and spoke as clearly as possible,