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

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Hades explained,

“Looking back now, I didn’t expect this race to develop so quickly—and, Corax, I need to remind you, the Tau’s technology is very strange, and I personally think that some of their detection devices are a real hindrance to the talents of your offspring.”

Corax looked slightly surprised, but Raven didn't say anything; he was clearly thinking as well.

This race's development speed is indeed somewhat strange.

This time it was Robert Guilliman who spoke. The Emperor of the Empire was studying the documents intently, his brow furrowed, while his other hand nervously wiped away the sticky residue Conrad had left on his neck.

Mortalian had already dealt with Conrad, so Guilliman didn't need to interfere. Moreover, Guilliman sensed a hint of brotherly affection in Conrad's recent actions—therefore, Guilliman decided to let the matter drop.

After all, Conrad was advocating for Corax, and Guilliman was a friend of Corax.

Due to work commitments, Guilliman hasn't been able to engage in holographic simulations with Corax for quite some time.

[...This is the first time I have ever encountered such an idealistic race.]

Robert said slowly, "Actually, this is even more naive than he was at first."

However, I believe all of this is predicated on the premise that the titanium group is still in its expansion phase, and has not yet reached the period of decline characterized by resource scarcity and technological stagnation. At the same time—

Guilliman blinked, and a distinctive High Gothic word, "ether," appeared in his azure eyes.

Contrary to the virtuous path they preach, this race is clearly divided into classes, with the Ether being the purely ruling class.

Guilliman turned another page, looking at the Mechanicus's anatomical report.

[It seems the Aether race uses some kind of pheromone to control other clans? I've carefully studied the hormones and thought processes within this race's brains, and I believe their internal structure is insufficient to support such high loyalty and cohesion. Since the Tau are a weak psionic race, it must be external interference, such as hormone injections and mindset manipulation, to maintain such high cohesion.]

Robert Guilliman, worthy of being called the ruler of mankind, has perhaps gone far beyond what they imagined in his pursuit of better governance.

But even if he went far away, this king, who would still turn red with anger at Mortarion's provocations, would not use some of those methods. He knew that, in order to better prevent such things from happening—besides Vulcan, Guilliman was perhaps the most humane among them.

So what are your suggestions?

Conrad Coates understood the meaning behind the words of the Emperor of the Empire and Hades, which excited him. There was hope. Conrad licked his lips and swaggered out from the shadows in the corner.

There were spiderweb-like cracks in the corner, likely marks left by Mortalian when he threw Conrad against the wall.

Guilliman looked up at Hades, who nodded. Their months-long tacit understanding, forged through countless battles at the desk and in the workplace, immediately made Guilliman understand Hades' meaning.

Mortarian crossed his arms and gave a cold laugh.

【send troops.】

So said the ruler of the empire.

While the empire still has the resources, it should annihilate this nascent race directly, leaving them no room to grow.

Killieman then looked at Corax and smiled apologetically, as if he were sorry for not noticing his best friend's irritability.

[Korax, will you allow the Empire to send more troops to the Ravens' battlefield this time?]

Kolac smiled as well. He himself had read a lot of literature about the Tau. The Empire’s main forces in fighting the Tau were the White Scars and the Dark Ravens, both legions known for their guerrilla warfare.

But Corax believes that countering titanium requires a frontal force that can overwhelm it with sheer power.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Corax said, and then Raven blinked his pure black eyes, almost instinctively glancing at Mortarian, who stood by with his arms crossed, watching coldly.

As the ruler of the Empire, Guilliman's legions need to be mainly stationed near important star systems such as Terra, while the current status of Dorn and the Imperial Fist is unknown. Therefore, within the Empire's territory, the only force that can withstand ultimate pressure on the front lines is now the Death Guard.

This is also the only legion with relatively flexible deployment. Strictly speaking, as long as the Death Guard Legion Commander Karas Typhon approves the deployment, the Death Guard can set out on an expedition.

"Motalian?"

Amidst the anticipation of the crowd, Hades suddenly spoke, and Mortarian immediately raised an eyebrow, slowly lowering his arms.

"Why don't you go try it? Mass extinction warfare, I think you'll like it."

Are you going?

Hades was silent for a moment,

"I will arrive in the later stages of the war. I have to stay on Terra until the first phase of the genetic modification project is over. Then I will lead the Mechanicus directly to finish the job and collect the technology along the way."

Hearing Hades' promise, Mortarion nodded, the Primarch clearly pleased—in fact, just not having Mortarion in the office was enough to make the Primarch happy.

I want to go too.

Conrad suddenly spoke, leaping to Corax's side and pressing down on Corax's shoulders with both hands to make Raven sit comfortably in the office chair.

Our brother's moral character is exceptionally high.

Conrad hissed, laughing so hard his face contorted into a grotesque mask.

And we are about to face a "kind" race, the Corax...

Conrad gently placed his dirty hand on Corax's neck.

[We'll handle the dirty work; all you need to do is reunite with your long-lost kids.]

Wait, "we"?

Guilliman suddenly spoke up. He turned his head and saw Mortarian behind him, who was also squinting and smiling as if he were imagining some scene.

Conrad turned his head at that moment, and through Corax and Guilliman, the two not-so-good men saw each other's reflections in their pupils.

Panic and piles of corpses.

Conrad said softly,

[Poisonous gas and disease.]

Mortarian laughed as well. In fact, even though the Legions had different roles, the two Primarchs knew ten thousand years ago that they clearly shared similar views on war.

After millennia of hatred and loyalty, curses and fights, on this rare holiday, in the face of a race that greatly displeased the Primarchs, they achieved their first unification.

They still haven't seen enough of the land.

Conrad sighed, licking his sharp nails. Darkness emerged from behind him, instantly enveloping the office, and malice emanated from his shadow.

【Now,】

It's time to show them the malice of the universe.

Mortarian and Conrad said in unison that they were not good people; in fact, they were both heinous criminals.

Titanium, this fortunate species, has no idea what it is about to face.

Their good fortune ended there.

That's all! Great! Happy National Day in advance!

Chapter 752 Rest Day, but only the original body

【. 】

I didn't expect to see you here, but—hello, Mortarian.

"Korax said softly, his pale face hidden in shadow and black hair. He blinked, seemingly surprised."

The Raven Lord stood on the deck of the Midnight Howl, the temporary mothership of the Midnight Lords. He silently passed by the Midnight Lords who were patrolling with guns in their hands, and easily made his way to Conrad's secret chamber.

[Clearly, the Lord of Death is very interested in our upcoming journey, hence his willingness to come here and mock me.]

A lazy voice, tinged with mockery and arrogance, came from behind the long sofa made of black silk. Looking at the back of the sofa, Corax couldn't see Conrad. The bat was obviously lying on the sofa.

If that's how you interpret my meager patience with you, Conrad, then I don't mind letting your face touch the deck again.

Another sarcastic voice rang out. Behind the carved and openwork small bone tea table covered with star maps, Mortarian, sitting in a single sofa chair, tapped the tea table with his fingers.

The two Primarchs, finally granted permission for war transfer, immediately left their offices in Terra—and now appear before Corax on the Midnight Howl.

After taking a few breaths, Corax chose a quiet corner to sit down. Conrad's secret room was not as dirty and crazy as he was; on the contrary, it was extremely clean and comfortable.

Conrad may have learned the bad habit of indulging in pleasure during his time working for Macardo and in the Comoros.

Because of the close relationship between the Night Lords and the Assassin's Court, many important figures were silenced, and the Night Lords would casually smuggle a portion of their wealth.

This is not a sign of the Night Lords' greed. In fact, these Space Marines with their somewhat eccentric thought processes would occasionally take small items from murder scenes. Sometimes it would just be a bone, and sometimes it would be a piece of jewelry. Then, they would choose whether or not to hand over their spoils to their superiors, depending on their preferences.

Meanwhile, some powerful figures would also use their wealth to bribe the Assassin's Court, which is a story in itself, but in any case, wealth was accumulated as a result.

Without the gold-devouring mechanisms of attrition warfare and direct combat, by the time Conrad returned to his progeny, they had already amassed considerable wealth for the Primarch and the Legion.

And they were clearly quite happy to watch the Primarch squander these glittering things.

The thick, comfortable carpet on the deck, woven with a history of sin, rustled softly beneath Corax's feet, offering him a moment of relaxation.

For some reason, the Raven Lord always felt subconsciously tense and cautious on Terra, perhaps because everyone was working.

When everyone around you is running, you'd better start running too.

[...In any case, I am pleased to see your willingness to cooperate, and I am grateful.]

Corax spoke sincerely, and after a brief silence, Mortarian looked away.

[There's no need for that... Regardless of the others' decisions, the Death Guard will appear on the Tau battlefield; this is my personal decision.]

As for Conrad… Mortalian glanced at Conrad, who was lounging lazily on the sofa. The Primarch’s long hair cascaded down the side of the sofa to the floor. Conrad was lying on his side, one hand supporting his head, the other holding a cigarette with a strong hallucinogenic effect.

This is also my personal wish!

Conrad said happily, chuckling as he looked at Mortalian. If Mortalian was unwilling to help Corax, Conrad had a way to drag the Pale Lord over; he had earned the "first strike" achievement in the Emperor's Crusade.

It also achieved the achievement of "lowest damage, maximum damage resistance".

At that time, it was after Conrad and Mortarian exchanged a glance that they decided to launch the attack first.

Even Mortarion sometimes finds himself unable to take the first step, but that's alright! The great Lord of the Night will step in!

Conrad was their black glove, and he was more than happy to do it!

While everyone else was preoccupied with reputation and face, Conrad had long since abandoned this ephemeral existence.

Therefore, if we were to delve into the details, Mortarion owes Conrad a favor, which may explain why Mortarion has become somewhat more lenient towards Conrad now.

Conrad's words made Corax smile. What he found both absurd and touching was that he genuinely felt concern or care for him from his two strange and detached brothers.

In the past, Corax would not have believed that Mortarian would show such feelings, but it turns out that Mortarian does care about his normal brothers, even if it is in a way that is so subtle that it is almost imperceptible.

Perhaps this gave them an excuse to skip work, but in any case, they did genuinely help the Raven Guards.

On my way here, I didn't see Sevita... Sevita didn't come, Conrad?

Corax spoke again, but he did not sense Sevita's soul. Conrad covered his eyes and mouth in a sad and exaggerated manner, making a gurgling sound.

Corax wondered if it was crying or laughter.

He was taken by Guilliman to replace me.

【…】

Corax's eye twitched; now he was sure it was laughter.

[Karas too.]

Motalian said calmly, seemingly unashamed of the cold words he uttered.

In fact, Mortarian had reason to believe that his distance from Karas was actually more conducive to Karastyphon's mental recovery.

The Legion's second-in-command has his own way of relieving pressure. During his time docked in Terra, the Death Guard's dueling arena was almost always full.

Karas would occasionally appear among these gloomy Death Guards. He would walk past the arena with a document in his hand, then turn a corner and walk into the bustling arena.

hum!

An immense spiritual pressure exploded, and the Death Guardian Arena, which had just been bustling with noise, fell silent. Everyone turned to stare at the old soldier who dared to and often cursed the Primarch.

Karas likes to keep a low profile, but he only does so in front of strangers and idiots. Within the Deathguard, Karas Typhon is never the epitome of modesty.

Rather, it's a synonym for irritability.

"The one who can fight the best."

Karas twisted his neck, the cracking sound from his neck, which he had been bowing his head for so long, made his teeth ache. He casually tossed the documents in his hand into the air, and his psionic energy lifted them up.

After a brief silence, this group of death guards, both lucky and unlucky, tacitly chose today's scapegoat. People watched awkwardly as Karas leaped into the arena and began to beat the "new generation" with an almost overwhelming force.

This obviously wouldn't satisfy Karas. Next, Karas would randomly select lucky people to come up on stage and fight him, or he would jump off the dueling platform and gang up on everyone.

Karas would only spare Mortalian's offspring when Vox was near the arena, and his fight with Vox would often end in exhaustion for both of them.

In addition, other Legion's second-in-commands will occasionally spawn in the Death Guard's arena—as for why they don't go to the World Eaters' side, it's because for these people, the oppressive feeling of Angron might be too strong.