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

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I bet none of you have asked about the story of Hades.

Mortarian looked up, observing the crowd's reactions. Sure enough...

"Then I'll go," Mortarion turned to Dorn, pointing at Hades. "Do you know him? If not, do you know who the Death Guard's commander was back then?"

Dorne looked at Hades, who could sense the Primarch's gaze avoiding his—because of his constitution.

If this is the world, then I know him.

Dorn spoke clearly.

[But I think you're referring to another world—then I certainly don't know him. Before I fell unconscious, the commander of the Death Guard was Typhons.]

[Tefons?!]

Mortarian almost shouted, "Who is Typhons?" There was no such person in his legion—yet the name sounded so familiar, as if he should know it.

"It's Callas Typhon."

Hades suddenly interjected, adding that Hades' gaze also darkened.

“Callas Typhon, I think he changed his name to Typhon after his fall from grace.”

"So the Death Guard probably rolled N," Hades pondered. "Did each of the Chaos factions get two Primarchs? ...No wonder it's the Chaos faction's winning streak."

Death looked at him, and Mortarian seemed puzzled—perhaps puzzled as to why Hades was so sure of this, but perhaps it was a secret between Hades and Karas?

Motalian breathed heavily, wanting to say something, but ultimately forced himself to be more composed—

He is no longer the person who couldn't accept anything.

Did he tell you his imagined name after he fell into depravity?

Mortarian made a dry joke, but it was so bad that even Dorn couldn't catch it; only Hades gave an awkward laugh.

“You can interpret it that way—or you can believe that Pluto is omniscient. Well, I can tell you later, but I want to hear about what happened over there first.”

"...No need, I choose the latter."

Mortarian put his gas mask back on and sighed.

Whether you know it in a premonition, in a dream, or even if that damned space ghost tells you—I believe it.

There's no need to dwell on this topic. Mortalian had long been used to Hades's seemingly erratic knowledge of various things—he was just surprised that Hades even knew Karas's name after his fall from grace.

If he pressed for an answer, Hades would say that he was not a riddle-maker like the Emperor or Macardo, and there were only two possibilities for why he wouldn't answer.

First, it's unnecessary; second, this knowledge might cause harm.

But perhaps it really was Karas who told Hades, Death thought silently, deciding to skip the topic.

If Angron were awake, he would probably be touched by this trust, but he is asleep now, and his expression is not at ease.

Are there any other characters from Deathguard that you remember vividly, such as Dorn?

Dorne's eyes told Mortalian that he was thinking hard, and the Primarch named several names that Mortalian was familiar with, such as Vox and Morag.

The rest remained largely unchanged...

The thought had just crossed Mortalian's mind when Dorn's next words sent a jolt through the Primarch.

【……besides,】

Dorn said,

[Within the Death Guard, there is an extremely wise mortal woman who manages their logistics and medical care. I briefly met her; she is Lady Herrera.]

"." / [。 ]

It was a rare sight for the Emperor to see Hades and Mortarion simultaneously displaying such an indescribable expression. The scene was quite amusing, and the Emperor quickly took another sip of tea.

"Mo, Ta, Li, An".

Hades spoke slowly, finding it difficult to describe his current feelings.

【I know. 】

Motalian also spoke slowly and deliberately.

[If it were just Herrera, I don't think I would have promoted her to such a high position—I still clearly remember the limits of her abilities, unless…]

Someone introduced her to me and mentored her to a higher level—or simply brought her into my view.

Of the original Deathguard team, only Hades and Herrera were related.

"Although I still miss her,"

Hades said quickly,

“But I think what her presence here means, if Barbalus hasn’t changed much—it means I lived in Barbalus for a long time, or you wouldn’t know her.”

The deeper story is that another Hades had already gained Mortarion's trust and begun building Barbaros.

So how did he die in the end?

Hades suddenly had a very ominous thought, but he didn't intend to voice it. It was just an utterly absurd possibility, and speaking it aloud might cause the atmosphere to plummet to freezing point.

He simply stared at Mortalian's equally shocked face.

"My other self probably died in Barbarossa."

The room was quiet, except for the faint, painful whispers coming from the unconscious Angron at Hades' feet.

"I hope I die in the end, in the battle with your adoptive father,"

Hades said dryly,

“But I feel it’s unlikely.”

Mortarion became the leader of the heretics, which meant that the story on Barbaros might have been even worse.

So, what exactly happened?

Hades hoped that his other self would suffer less before he left.

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

He's a real tough guy.

"Angron said breathlessly, his upper body, which was more muscular than any gladiator on his home planet, was now splattered with liquid and blood, and his full set of ornaments shimmered like starlight."

You can't play anymore.

Vulcan said worriedly behind Anglon,

We've dragged this out for too long; Mortarion is coming.

I am indeed focused on the fight.

Angron retorted, wiping the blood from under his nose with his wrist.

But I definitely underestimated that guy's willpower—his willpower defense was practically as strong as the Arc de Triomphe.

Angron tried to use his psionic powers to attack Dorne's soul, but compared to the numerous wounds on his body, Dorne's mental defenses were almost flawless. Several times, Angron even felt his psionic wrists go numb—Dorn was interfering with him in the opposite direction!

Angron hissed in pain. He had heard that the Emperor created Primarchs that were mutually opposed and balanced. Could it be that Dorne was the one that restrained his power?

This is actually more interesting.

【Motalian?】

Angron said nonchalantly, continuing to stride in the direction Dorne had retreated. He activated the piercing and vibration of the trinket beneath him, immediately reaping the joy and pain of his offspring.

Let him come—I want to see how he plans to persuade Dorn, or whether he'll just kill him.

In either case, Angron believed he would have an extremely good experience.

Vulcan muttered a few words behind him, then the green dragon spoke again.

I don't really like him.

Vulcan said in a low voice,

He deceived his loving father.

My king, however, was quite pleased with his jealousy, discontent, and regret.

Angron said he suddenly felt a powerful emotional entity descend upon him, and yes, that was Mortarion.

Only Mortarion possesses such powerful and peculiar emotions.

The deck they were on was distorted, transforming into something paler yet eerie, like a gray-white fern coated with dazzling light and shadow, where jealousy and resentment grew, rustling softly.

Mortarion's chiseled face appeared faintly. After returning to the Empire, the Death Guard Primarch quickly transformed himself into someone beloved by the people of the Empire. Angron believed that Mortarion must have used psionic powers, otherwise how could he have made his originally mocking face look so dignified?

A slender Primarch with a slightly melancholic air appeared before them. Mortarion was tall and wore simple, clean armor with few insignia. Only the six-spined skull pendant, a necessary accessory for the Death Guard, hung from where his cloak was fastened. At his waist were the tools and weapons he usually used in battle.

Mortarian always wore a slightly sad expression, with a small, dark tear stain on his left cheek that made people mistakenly believe he was kind or compassionate.

On the contrary, this guy is a serial killer.

If Angron hadn't been able to see the vast ocean of emotions behind the person named [Motalian], he would have been deceived by Motalian just like everyone else.

You're a bit slow.

A soft, distinctive voice, unique to Mortalian, rang out.

But it's okay, I've already taken care of him.

The son of the first rebel said this, which clearly puzzled Anglon and Vulcan.

You just killed him?

Angron asked hesitantly, because he hadn't seen the grand fireworks display at the moment of the fall.

Mortarian looked up, but only silently gazed at Angron.

I took him to where he needed to go.

"Motalian replied."

Wait, where should Dorn go?

Angron continued to ask questions. He had a good relationship with Mortarian, but Mortarian ignored him this time and simply disappeared again.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 748 [192] Our Failure in the Special Issue

【? ? ? 】

[The Endurance?]

Wisps of smoke rose from between his fingers. The corridors of the Death Guardian Glory Queen were always dark and silent, like a silent graveyard at midnight.

A rustling sound followed by soft footsteps.

Herrera exhaled white smoke. The tall, withered woman remained silent, leaning against the door of Karas Typhon's lounge, her upper body hidden in the shadows.

【. 】

The towering giant stood silently beside the woman, but neither of them looked at each other, remaining in quiet silence. If Hades were still alive, he might have teased them for looking like door gods.

Herrera raised the cigarette containing Barbaros tobacco in her hand again, and behind the wisps of smoke, her complex expression remained profound.

After taking a deep breath, Herrera tilted her head and exhaled smoke, raising the half-smoked cigarette in her hand towards the Primarch.

"Want a bite?"

For any other Primarch or any other person, this would be an extremely disrespectful act, but to them, they are all people who have fought their way out of the graveyard-like battlefield of Barbaros—they are all the same.

No.

The Pale Lord spoke hoarsely, watching coldly as Herrera coughed from the strong smell of tobacco.

After a moment of silence,

You should smoke less.

Mortarian said that the giant took the cigarette from Herira's hand. The cigarette was like a toy in Mortarian's hands. He barely moved his hand, and the spark went out—the only source of light in the area disappeared.

Your lungs are almost completely black. I've tried my best to slow down the process, or are you planning to let Chaos heal you?

The Primarch uttered sharp words, but then glanced at Karas's tightly closed door.

If he finds out about this, he'll yell at you.