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

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[Is Ether possibly a descendant of Randan?]

Killieman paused, glancing thoughtfully at the intelligence sent back from the front line.

After a moment of silence, Guilliman slowly spoke again.

I don't know much about Ran Dan from back then, and Leon and Ruth are both gone... I could ask the Emperor, or retrieve the documents from that time, but retrieving documents usually takes about three years, and whether I can even retrieve them is another matter.

Killian then turned to the next page to review Hades' report and recommendations.

[It's not a high priority... Indeed, since the clan has already been wiped out, it's enough to confirm that they were wiped out. Although I did have plans to record history, however—]

Killieman paused, then sighed.

Let's save that dream for later.

He flipped through a few more pages. Hades' report pleased Guilliman greatly; the quality of Hades' report was definitely among the top two in the Empire—the first being Guilliman's.

Mortalian's report was the kind that was deliberately meant to annoy Guilliman. Guilliman suspected that Mortalian had placed a curse on it, because every time he picked up the report, a golden hair would fall precisely from his head.

At the end of his report, Hades requested an extension of more than half a month to stay, citing the great inspiration he had received from the Titanium Group's technology.

Without a second thought, Killieman's pen had already delivered its verdict—the application was rejected.

This time, the reason was no longer some nonsense like "The Empire needs you." Guilliman clearly wrote a line after the report.

"I hope to meet with our ally, Mr. Tarasin, as soon as possible, Hades."

Only Hades can bridge the gap to Tarachin. Currently, as the highest-ranking official leader of the Empire, Guilliman has yet to meet this mysterious Imperial ally.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 769 [212] Is it just everyday life?

I don't want to go back.

"This is the 1066th time you've said that, Conra—"

【Uh—ah!】

Conrad yelled, interrupting Hades's attempt to address him. The Lord of the Night, reluctantly bound to a sofa seemingly made of liquid metal by shackles made of solidified liquid metal, was pouting as he helped Hades sort through documents.

He didn't want to do it, but if he didn't, Hades would just smile and envelop him in darkness.

All of this was the Night Lord's own fault. Mortarion originally intended to let the Night Lord go and expand the frontier, but then they received a warning letter from Guilliman. The letter clearly stated that Conrad was trying to contact Guilliman using the corpses of aliens.

Well, Mortarian says that's why he let Conrad go.

Guilliman gave Motalian two options: either let Conrad continue as he was, or Guilliman would assign Motalian double the administrative duties—since he was so willing to manage Stormfield, he could also manage the part of Stormfield that bordered Limit Field.

That area was originally allocated to Angron. Although Angron was not very good at governing, the relaxed environment created by the Lord of Red Sand made the area flourish. However, Angron has recently gone mad, so many affairs of this star system have been put back on Guilliman's shoulders.

Secondly, it was to quiet Conrad Coz down—they could keep Conrad however they wanted, as long as Guilliman didn't see the pile of alien corpses Conrad had created in his dreams during his three hours of sleep each day, Guilliman would allow Mortalian to return for an extra three days of vacation.

Honestly, is a three-day holiday really that much?

Not many, it was even an insult to the dignity of the Pale Lord, but in the face of his meager fraternal love with Conrad, Mortarion decisively used Conrad to take a three-day vacation.

Without the slightest hesitation.

To hesitate for even a moment is an insult to Mortarion's character.

Seeing that Hades, who was engrossed in approving documents, was about to lower his head to approve the oil enthusiast's innovation application, Coz quickly spoke up again.

I want to see Corax...

The Lord of the Night's voice softened.

I haven't spoken to him in a long time, and I'm worried about Raven's mental state. I think he might not have recovered yet—after all, his offspring weren't the main force in this battle.

These words made Hades stop writing again. Hades looked up and stared at Conrad thoughtfully.

Could he say, "No wonder he's a descendant of the weasel?" He's got a whole repertoire of rhetoric.

Does Conrad really want to see Corax? More likely, he's just using Corax's name to go out and have some fun.

Hades stared at Conrad, his emotionless black eyes making Conrad wonder why Mortarion was protecting this guy so much—when he was silent, Hades' expression was often terrifyingly inhuman.

Fortunately, this guy is very logical and reasonable, and is one of the few people whose personality is rated as "normal" by Conrad.

"Four days, six hours, and seventeen minutes—that's the time it takes for Corax to visit you."

Hades said calmly,

"And I don't think Corax needs you. He's cleaning up the mess with Mortarion. If you're worried about Corax, I can ask Mortarion to tell him."

Hades silently watched Conrad make a disgusted face, and then the Primarch helplessly maintained his unpleasant silence once again. Conrad's posture was elegant, but apart from that, everything was terrible.

Seeing that Conrad was no longer bothering him, Hades continued to look down at the blueprints. With the help of the Tau technology, the Cult of Mechanics had put forward many innovative designs, which even Hades found impressive.

You can always expect a bunch of academic madmen who modify themselves and inject drugs; they never lack ruthless methods.

Fortunately, we can now conduct independent research and development and innovation.

Everything fell silent again, except for the rustling of paper, but suddenly, Hades seemed to hear a very faint complaint.

[A workaholic...]

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

The enemy soldiers screamed and fell amidst the pervasive poison gas, only to be annihilated into nothingness by long-range fire from behind. Death, in a good mood, exhaled a puff of poison gas, while Corax beside him silently moved slightly to the side.

Mortalian was silent for a moment, then tilted his head. Corax heard a hissing sound coming from the Death's communication channel.

The static stopped, and Mortarian spoke.

How have you been, Corax?

【…? 】

A question mark slowly and strangely rose in Corax's mind. The Raven Lord did not understand why Mortarion would ask him this, nor why he would choose this particular time to inquire.

In the distance, a swarm of rays in the sky was hit by a series of drone explosions, wobbling and falling from the sky, leaving trails of thick smoke.

Corax turned his head away. The only person he could think of right now was Conrad—only Conrad would bring him up. Among his brothers, Corax, who didn't have a high profile, would only be mentioned by Guilliman or Conrad. But Guilliman was too busy lately to pay attention to anyone.

I'm fine. Is there anything I can help you with?

"He asked, mentally reviewing his army and recent battles—and indeed found nothing unusual," Corax asked.

Mortarian didn't look at him, but continued to admire the carnage of the enemy in the distance, as if he were some pervert who was extremely interested in death. Death had always treated Corax with a businesslike attitude, and there was not much interaction between them.

Conrad...I'm quite worried about you.

Mortalian said in a hoarse voice. Mortalian's voice had always been strange. Corax could imagine the voice of death vibrating between his mask, which was filled with poison gas, and then being corrupted into an unfamiliar form.

Now everything was clear. Corax breathed a sigh of relief; Conrad must be sending him to rescue him again.

Among the returning Primarchs, Conrad's position was indeed rather awkward, but the Primarchs tacitly accepted the fact that Conrad was determined to become a king.

Corax disagreed with Conrad's actions, but emotionally, the Primarch felt relieved.

I will visit him.

Corax told the truth,

[After the war ended.]

Mortalian turned back, a deeper meaning in his eyes. Things seemed to have become complicated again. Just as Mortalian kept his distance from him, Corax didn't particularly enjoy dealing with these kinds of brothers.

Their thinking is too sensitive, and their ideas are too distorted.

Regardless of how they treat others, they are inherently extremely sensitive, which forces ravens to be very cautious.

Typical examples might be Horus, Mortarion, and, oh, Saint Gilles.

It wasn't very comfortable being around them; Corax preferred being with normal people, oh, Conrad was an exception.

How is your Legion Commander, Sevick, doing?

Mortarian suddenly asked, which surprised Corax, who thought Mortarian wouldn't care about such things.

The injury has healed.

He was telling the truth.

However, I don't intend to let him continue as legion commander—Sevix is ​​a good warrior, but he's a bit hot-tempered and not suitable to lead a legion. The Raven Flock needs an experienced and wise leader to manage it.

Are you planning to do it yourself?

"Motalian said slowly," Corax chuckled.

No, I'm not trying to be an exception—I'm looking for the best among my offspring.

In fact, due to the damned Holy Scripture (Revised Edition) created by Guilliman, Mortalian is not currently the commander of the Death Guard; the commander of the Death Guard is someone else.

You guessed it, it's Karas, who's currently venting his anger by fighting with Sevita in Terra.

The other Primarchs did not rush to go through the Legion job transfer process after their return, so theoretically, the second-in-command of each Legion is still the nominal Legion Commander.

【so.】

Motalian said, glancing aside, seemingly becoming interested again in the destroyed hive structures of the Tau people.

If you want to find your descendants from ten thousand years ago... you can go to the Emperor; I think he knows the whereabouts of many veterans.

This surprised Corax, who did indeed miss his former offspring… Sharokin… Corax’s eyes widened.

[...Perhaps I should say thank you?]

Mortarian shook his head.

[This is what we deserve—that old man hid a lot of veterans who served under him.]

Especially Galo.

Especially Galo!

Damn Lord of Mankind!!!

【besides……】

Mortarian remained silent for a long time before speaking again.

Hades plans to use the Tau's factory production line here to manufacture new equipment and vehicles—but I don't want the Deathguards to be equipped with this equipment. The Tau's design leans towards air and mobility, which is too far removed from our Legion's role.

Death didn't finish his sentence. Corax blinked. He remembered Conrad's words. Had Conrad told Hades and Mortarian, or did they find out on their own, or was it just a coincidence?

However, no matter what,

【Then let the ravens give it a try.】

Corax laughed.

I think my offspring would love to fly.

【Um. 】

Mortarian responded—and then they resumed admiring the poisonous fog in the distance.

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[Another branch]

【? ? ? 】

[You look like you've had a good fight, Shrike.]

A flat voice came from the pale, thin Mortalian. Corax glanced at Mortalian, the thin, somewhat melancholic fellow who was looking at him.

Thank you for your kind words.

Corax said, laughing as the blood still dripping from his armor was splattered with enemy fluids, along with bits of flesh and entrails. A thick spinal cord ornament snaked down from between the wings on the back of his armor. Corax rarely cleaned his armor.

Mortarian remained calm as he looked at Corax, who found it somewhat boring. This guy always had a detached expression, as if he wouldn't react even if you pulled his spine out.

I've heard that this guy has a lot of wild side in private. According to Angron the Madman, in some dark corner where no one can see him, Mortarion would secretly wear a gas mask and breathe lethal doses of poison gas by himself.

Even Angron, Slaanesh's favorite, would have his eyes roll back and foam at the mouth and collapse after sensing Mortarion's presence at this moment.

Mortarian sighed and asked rather earnestly,

I don't think I've upset you.

Corax shook his head, and the enormous demon prince took a few steps back, looking at Mortarion.

He said earnestly,