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

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The overtime trio went even crazier—Guilliman, Hades, and Fernus, as pure-blooded members of the Empire's overtime royal family, had political affairs entering their offices faster than snowflakes during an avalanche.

Even Mortarion has started to shut up and get to work; it's terrifying.

Conrad held out his quill, stained with food scraps, and casually wrote his verdict on the paper—death penalty! Extermination of his entire family!

Even if Saint Gilles changed his sentence to the extermination of both his family and his clan, Conrad wouldn't care.

Angron has also been silent lately. He asked Guilliman for a long leave, and Guilliman, unusually, approved the leave without saying a word—Angron should now be fighting the Khorne Demons with his minions in some place full of lava and death.

I visited Vulcan.

"Koraks said softly, a hint of hesitation in his dark eyes,"

[The dragon didn't say anything, but I could tell something ominous had happened. They'd all been under a lot of pressure lately—some truth was making our brothers uneasy.]

Go ask them.

Conrad put down his pen. With the final death sentence approved, his workload for the day was done. He would now spend his time harassing and tormenting others.

Corax seemed to hesitate, and Conrad glanced at his brother; he knew, of course, what Raven was troubled about—

No matter, great! Humble! The mad Lord of the Night will intervene!

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"So this is all the intelligence we have at the moment."

Hades automatically picked up the snacks on Mortalian's desk. The food prepared by the Pale Lord always had a bitter taste, which sometimes puzzled Hades.

“I contacted Tarachin and Eurican remotely. Tarachin knew nothing, and Eurican gave very vague information. In short, Eurican said that he could see all the lines of fate, so he did not know which one was actually happening, and he could not list out all the infinite lines of fate.”

The prerequisite screening conditions given to Orikan by the Empire could not reveal that destiny line.

As for their Rogue Dorn, since he had always been ostracized by the Primarchs there, he didn't know much about the matter.

"Currently, we only know the definite paths of Angron and Vulcan, but we don't know when they joined the heresy. As for you, the leader of the heretics, the time of your fall is also uncertain."

Hades stuffed the last bite of pastry into his mouth, and as he spoke of the leader of the heretics, he glanced at Mortarian, who was merely looking a little worse, but still within acceptable limits.

“And Killieman…”

Hades' tone became hesitant.

"All we know about him is that he is the Kingslayer—this could be because he personally shut down King Connor's life support system, or it could be because... the Lord of Man had already met with misfortune at that time, and Dorn doesn't know the details either."

He was also Neos's most favored Primarch.

The corresponding figure is Horus Lupecal, in another branch of destiny, Horus being the most neglected offspring of the Lord of Mankind—

Horus, who was originally conceived as the moon to reflect the brilliance of all people, became an unremarkable gangster after landing in Kosonia.

This led the Emperor to actively seek out Horus, the apparent firstborn son. Upon his return, the Emperor expressed extreme disappointment, and influenced by the Emperor's attitude, Horus, the moon that relied on reflecting light, was automatically tarnished and subsequently became the most inconspicuous among the Primarchs.

Mortarion said calmly that through Dorn's description, he had sketched a vague image of the Primarch of the Fateline. Compared to the Emperor here, the Emperor there regarded the Primarchs as tools, had higher expectations of them, and was more rational and cruel.

Motari settled down for a moment,

Does Guilliman know what his other self is doing?

Hades shook his head.

"Only you, me, Neos, and Dorn know about King Connor's part. The Emperor didn't let Dorn tell Guilliman about it—perhaps this is the only vestige of the Emperor's conscience; Guilliman is already under enough pressure."

【Ah. 】

Mortarian sneered, seemingly mocking Neos, who was willing to let Guilliman know that he had killed Neos, but not Guilliman's knowledge that he had killed King Connor.

He also knew very well who Killieman's right father was.

No more.

Uh, last night I went to sleep with a low fever, and then I was woken up by three mosquitoes that flew into my mosquito net. I also felt something slapping my face. Then I turned on my phone's flashlight and saw a grayish-brown moth that was about the size of two of my finger joints flying around next to my pillow.

If my roommates hadn't been sleeping, I probably would have screamed and died by now.

Finally, the moths were chased away around 4 a.m.

Chapter 750 Conrad crowns himself MVP

[One month later]

Intelligence, there is never enough intelligence.

At this moment, this is not only the thought in the hearts of those who know the other side of the story, led by the Emperor and Hades, but also the true feeling of the Raven Lord Corax.

Corax paced silently in his office, the dim, restless darkness seeming to reflect the Primarch's unease.

Then another, even more insane darkness laughed.

You should talk to them directly.

In the corner, Conrad squatted on the ground, chuckling as he continued to clean the grime from his long hair with his ink-stained hands, only to make it tangled up even more.

Corax's pacing finally stopped, his dark eyes staring straight at the empty wall.

How should I talk to them about this?

Kolax spoke in a hoarse voice, which in some ways sounded very similar to Conrad's.

At a time like this, should I tell them I need to leave the Terra system?

Corax fell silent again, while Conrad pursed his lips and scratched his back with his dandruff-covered hands.

Why can't you do that? Angron just left.

He clearly knows something.

Korakx instinctively retorted, but Conrad's disapproving gaze swept over Korakx through the Primarch's loose black hair, and the bat hissed.

You're always like this, Corax—

Conradar drew out his voice. He knew what Corax was worried about. After Dorne awoke, although they, the Marginal Primarchs, had not been told anything, they could clearly feel the atmosphere becoming tense again.

Conrad believed that a conversation would soon take place, initiated by those who "knew the truth," and that they would be told what had actually happened.

But now, almost everyone who knows the truth is frantically busy with work, and they seem to have no time to come out and "appease" their unsuspecting brothers.

As is customary, this kind of thing is usually done by Angron—but this time Angron was the one who went completely mad. After Vulcan went through all sorts of trouble to pull Angron upside down from the ground, they never saw Angron go out to fight again.

pity.

Conrad smacked his lips, his dark eyes darting around, wanting to see more of this joke.

Robert Guilliman did approach Corax a few times, but Conrad felt those conversations had the opposite effect, making Corax even more hesitant. The Primarch didn't want to bother others with his "minor matters."

Meanwhile, Corax remained on standby—in these extraordinary times, he might be assigned an emergency mission.

Just like what happened on the homeworld of Corax, the Primarch simply handed over the homeworld to the Empire, without using any of his privileges as Primarch to manage it.

Conrad bit his nails. Why hadn't he used the power of the Empire to wipe out everyone on Nostramore?

Are you really going to let your kids get beaten up in Damocles Bay?

Conrad pointed this out mercilessly, and then the Primarch, like a spider, crawled up the corner of the wall to the corner of the ceiling, where he hung upside down and stared at Corax, whose face had become even paler.

Perhaps to those idiots who shout "For humanity!" and "For the Empire!" every day, the things that are bothering Corax now are nothing but a trivial matter, but for the Lord of Ravens, it is enough to keep him up at night.

In short, the scum of Corax are currently being beaten up near Damocles Bay along with a portion of the Imperial army, while the enemy is the Tau Empire, which has sprung up from some obscure corner and claims to follow the "Supreme Way."

I have already dispatched a batch of reinforcements.

"Corax said, but Conrad noticed that Corax clenched his fist."

Kolax tried to keep his voice steady.

The Empire's army is large enough to defeat the enemy.

But you're still worried.

Conrad pointed at Corax with his half-eaten finger. When it came to stepping on someone's sore spots, Conrad might not be the most ruthless, but he was definitely the most willing to do so.

Then the Lord of Night chuckled.

[Corax, if you're feeling uneasy... then I suggest you watch out for your pups.]

Korax still hesitated. After a moment of contemplation, the Primarch countered again,

No… my legion commander, Sevier, is there; he is capable enough to handle this war.

Really?

Conrad turned his head away, thinking he should go find some fun.

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[Motalian Temporary Office in Terra]

"There's something wrong with you."

As Mortarian lifted himself from the mountain of documents with a weary, lifeless expression, Karas tossed another stack of documents onto Death's table.

【? 】

The Primarch uttered a weak, questioning sound, only to see Karas staring at him with a frown.

"When did you become so diligent, Mortarian?"

【…】

I have always been very diligent.

Mortarian said calmly that Death was never modest; in fact, he believed that people underestimated his contributions.

But Death isn't one to take credit, so whatever.

If you have time to tease me, you might as well continue helping me with my paperwork.

As a member of the Ministry of Military Affairs, Mortarion was primarily responsible for the Empire's war command. He needed to approve the war authorizations submitted by the lower levels of the Empire and review the summary reports after the war ended. If the Primarch believed that the war was unnecessary or that the commanders involved had committed serious dereliction of duty, then the Primarch would sign a judgment order.

In addition, there are many other matters awaiting Mortalian, such as the allocation of war supplies (Mortalian sincerely thanks the Nirvana System for its assistance), the real-time change table of the Empire's territory map (which is always changing), and the change map of the Star Chart's psionic energy (the same one as the Grey Knights').

In short, he had to take a look at anything related to the Imperial War.

Hades and Guilliman shared the burden for him, and Saint Gilles would sometimes come over to help out for a couple of days. Apart from that, Mortarion couldn't count on Vulcan, who would just chuckle and scratch his head as soon as he saw these tables and data (and most likely the fire dragon would hug him and say, "You've worked hard"), or Magnus, who would never set foot here.

As for Angron, he was already on the list of animals to be released.

"..."

"I think you're all a bit too stressed."

As the chief secretary (×) and chief servant of the Mortalian, Karas also learned a lot, including about another destiny line.

【perhaps. 】

Mortarian rubbed his aching brow.

According to Neos, we are indeed still some distance from the final collapse point—and unless another convergence point like Dorn appears, then that area can largely be considered non-existent.

As for whether a new convergence point will emerge, the Emperor's answer was unequivocal—no, because Dorne is simply too unique, too unique to be replicated.

But when people realize that a big event is waiting for them not far away, they still subconsciously become nervous.

It's like knowing a nuclear bomb is about to explode, but due to insufficient information, you only know that it won't explode in the near future.

According to the Emperor, Mortarion remained silent for a moment, then said, "Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... the final point of collapse should be after Nurgle and Khorne have both greatly weakened or even died."

That is, the day of the attack on Khorne.

Karas took a deep breath.

"So... what suggestion did that guy make?"

He was referring to Hades, because Karas knew that Mortalian generally accepted that Neos was talking nonsense.

As long as you work hard, that's enough.

Mortarian rolled his eyes. After a brief moment of surprise, Hades quickly calmed down and immediately worked with Guilliman to develop a new plan. Hades and Guilliman agreed that the Empire needed to immediately increase its productivity and war material production capacity—it was almost urgent.

However, Hades's "hard work" refers to working overtime until he was exhausted, just like him, an intensity that only Guilliman and Fernus could probably match.

In his spare time, Hades would question Dorn again with Guilliman, but that was all the information they could get.

Currently, at least during the Great Crusade, the backgrounds of the Primarchs who were of particular interest to the Mortalian were as follows:

Conrad Coz, the judge who single-handedly turned his homeworld around; Robert Guilliman, who transformed Macragge 500 into a super-Hive-like world; Mortarion, the leader of the heretics; the obscure Horus Lupecal; and the eternally loyal Roger Dorn.