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

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First, Killieman wouldn't allow himself to lose his composure like that.

Secondly, Guilliman knew that his brother might not be as convinced of him as he was of Hades, so certain formalities were necessary.

Vulcan abandoned Magnus, who was talking to him, and walked toward Guilliman, who was then given a broad, warm, and somewhat suffocating hug.

As Guilliman looked at Vulcan's smiling face, he thought to himself that the Lord of Fire Dragons' legion was regrouping, and the Salamanders and their warbands were being reorganized according to Vulcan's will.

Guilliman caught a glimpse of Magnus out of the corner of his eye. The Crimson King stood on the edge of the rooftop, holding a wine glass and admiring the moon, but hesitated to look at Guilliman. Guilliman knew that Magnus was dissatisfied with his arrangements for the psionicists.

But it didn't matter; the rest of the parliament members all passed Guilliman's proposal.

You always expect too much—don't push your body too hard.

Lord of Fire said that he was also on Guilliman's "less work" list. Lord of Fire was not suitable for political affairs, so Guilliman decided to send Vulcan out to fight or have him return to guard the Webway.

There was new progress on the web, and Guilliman's thoughts wandered again, but only if Hades could meet those two space undead again—

Guilliman is not yet fully clear on this matter, and he needs to figure it out as soon as possible. What displeases the Primarch is that both Hades and the Emperor have been too ambiguous in their attitudes toward some of the Necromancers in space.

You're thinking about something else again. Why don't you eat something?

Angron's voice brought Guilliman back to reality. Guilliman blinked in a daze, took the food offered by the Lord of Red Sand, and reflexively stuffed it into his mouth.

For the past month, most of Guilliman's meals were provided by Anglon, who would barge into the office with a plate, forcibly interrupting his work with Hades and Finus. Hades would then automatically take the food, while Guilliman would need Anglon to force-feed him.

Otherwise, Guilliman would never have put down the documents in his hands.

In fact, his servants did diligently deliver each meal on time, but at that time Guilliman was mostly engrossed in his work, so Hades would automatically pick up those dishes with a Macraglian flavor.

A strong minty flavor burst in his mouth, instantly startling Guilliman. The lord of the empire looked at Angron with some hesitation, but Angron merely shrugged in response.

Don't think about work today.

Lord of Red Sand said that Guilliman's first reaction was that Angron had used suggestive psionic persuasion on him, and his instinct almost made him subconsciously retaliate, but Guilliman successfully suppressed the impulse.

He understood that Angron meant well, and that Killieman didn't need to be so harsh on the Lord of Red Sand, even though Angron did less work than Conrad Coates.

Putting everything else aside, this bat brother who is lurking in the shadows in the corner really enjoys judging others; the bills that had been piling up for years were approved almost overnight.

Of course, Guilliman cleverly arranged for the unemployed Saint-Gilles to keep an eye on Conrad.

Thus, Saint-Gilles began his work—mainly to reject all of Conrad's death sentences.

Finally, Saint Gilles, unable to bear it any longer, had a big argument with Conrad about how to conduct the trial. The archangel successfully kicked Conrad off the desk and then picked up a pen himself.

Having silently witnessed everything, Severta decisively placed the next batch of documents on Saint Gilles's desk. The archangel glanced at Severta before burying himself in his work.

Corax, on the other hand, got a well-deserved vacation. Well, like the Lord of Fire Dragons, Raven has been mainly gathering his legion lately.

Just yesterday, Terra received a report from the Ravenborn, who seemed to have encountered some setbacks from a newly emerged alien race—the Tau.

This was a small report, received only by Corax and Killieman, but Killieman had a gut feeling that his son Corax was likely to go out soon.

Wait, I have something to ask you, Guilliman.

Angron spoke up, stopping Guilliman, who was about to sit down and rest, with his hand.

【? 】

Lord of Humanity… I mean, where is our father? I haven't seen him lately.

Angron asked in a low voice, glancing at Saint Gilles, who had been silently gazing at the moon since arriving, indicating that Archangel Guilliman might be concerned about this.

He's currently on the moon, in a genetic laboratory there.

Guilliman said calmly that he realized Neos seemed to want to talk to him, but Guilliman was too busy to have a heart-to-heart talk with Neos about unimportant things, so he simply sent Neos to the moon.

My job for him was to correct the genetic defects of the Space Marines and upgrade them once again.

Based on the genetic keys preserved by Belisarius and Luther of the First Legion, Guilliman believed that the Lord of Man would accomplish this task.

After all, apart from Neos, perhaps no one else in the empire could continue this mission.

Furthermore, Guilliman himself did not quite approve of the proposals previously put forward by Belisarius.

As for now... Guilliman silently looked up at the full moon in the sky. The Lord of Humanity was in a daze, seemingly with a hint of sadness.

Guilliman sensed this perfectly and hoped that Neos was grieving for his work, not for Horus.

Throwing Neos into the genetic lab on the moon... also carries the metaphor of Guilliman's decision to ignore Neos's search for Horus.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 741 Wait a minute?!

I think I understand your concerns back then.

Robert Guilliman said this, the Emperor's golden hair gleaming, but he was met with a glare from Mortarion.

I think I've already given you time off?

Guilliman asked jokingly, a question that successfully made the Pale Lord somewhat fearful of him. Guilliman saw Mortalian quickly raise a defensive white mist around himself, and Death turned slightly and retreated to a safe distance.

Guilliman's [Domination] is just out of reach.

To be honest, Guilliman hadn't expected Mortalian to react this way, even though he had indeed kept the Pale Lord on the job for a while—

Guilliman assumed that Mortalian would continue to provoke him as before.

But faced with the inescapable forced labor, even Mortarian decided to respond in a roundabout way.

I was just kidding.

Guilliman raised his hand in vain, trying to keep his tone as relaxed as possible.

[A joke—just kidding.]

Guilliman said, but Angron walked over and patted Guilliman's shoulder armor.

He won't believe anything you say, Guilliman.

The Lord of Red Sand added,

[After you forced him to work for at least two months.]

I am just—

This can hardly be called an accident.

Angron raised an eyebrow, staring at Guilliman's rather radiant and innocent expression from the side.

Sometimes I wonder if you're doing this on purpose, using it as an excuse to reduce Hades's vacation back to the Death Guard, so that Pluto can keep working.

I swear I never had such a thought.

Guilliman swore righteously and from the bottom of his heart that he felt a chill on his forehead from Mortalian, who had retreated into the mist.

The Emperor was drenched in sweat; he had simply worked too long that time and forgotten to remove the authority from the Pale Emperor.

This resulted in the resilient Mortalian being greatly weakened after this overtime work and being directly expelled back into the warp.

Guilliman did indeed sincerely apologize to the Pale Lord and promised compensation, but after that, Mortarion would never appear in an area with a radius of thirteen steps centered on Guilliman.

Guilliman swallowed hard, wanting to say something to salvage the awkward situation, but the good news was that Vulcan had arrived.

Sorry I'm late.

The Lord of Fire Dragons' mellow voice rang out, accompanied by his equally dark-skinned First Company offspring. Vulcan's sudden return was a complete surprise to the fire salamanders, and their joy infected the Primarch as well, which made Vulcan appear in an extremely amiable state for a while.

The commander of the First Company of the Fire Dragons, Tu Sugi, bowed to the Primarchs gathered there, then consciously led the Salamanders to retreat to the second social circle.

Here are Karas, who can't die no matter how hard he tries and curses everyone; Kahn, who is just as idle as Angron; and Calgar, who looks exhausted.

Of these, Karl and Tu-Shan seemed to be living the most comfortably, so Karas rolled his eyes maliciously at the approaching fire lizard.

You've come at the perfect time.

Killieman said with a smile, and walked over to give Vulcan a natural hug. Angron also went over and gave Vulcan a hug, while Mortarian kept his distance from them and declined the greeting.

Vulcan loosened his grip on Angron's hand, and the fiery dragon's burning gaze fell upon the thick white mist, looking at the gaunt Grim Reaper standing within it.

I think you're here to guide me, my brother?

A cough-like breathing sound came from within the white mist.

[It was just a simple experiment.]

Mortarian said calmly, his skeletal hand reaching into the jars and bottles at his waist, and precisely selecting a small glass bottle wrapped in layers of white cloth.

Mortarian raised his hand, and the bottle floated between his palms. Only then did people realize that the white cloth was actually the mist of death. The mist, representing death, dissipated little by little, and a bright green light gradually appeared.

With the last trace of the seal gone, inside the bottle that clung to the bones like a spiderweb, a single drop of dazzling pale green fluorescent liquid floated, trembling slightly as it tried to move as far away from death as possible.

Elsa's Tears.

Motarian said with a sigh,

[But this isn't your average kind; I obtained it through some means—and added something else to it.]

【What? 】

Angron asked, and Mortarion coughed.

[A portion of the psionic energy that dissipated after Slaanesh's fall.]

Mortarian said, his gaze deep.

[Aisha's powers are inherently aligned with Slaanesh's, therefore I have mixed in a small portion of Slaanesh's special powers as an introduction—]

Most of this authority has dissipated, but I haven't allowed it to fully return to the warp.

In other words, most of the water in the "cup" belonging to this authority was poured back into the subspace, but a very small portion still remained, and the "cup" was not directly shattered.

The Lord of Fire, whose eyes burned with raging flames all day long, saw that new green reflected in them, and Vulcan seemed lost in thought.

【like?】

Mortarian nodded.

New life, kindness, and love—or perhaps kindness, that's all.

A portion of the authority of rebirth and mercy still rests with Nurgle, but not much. Some of it flowed back into the warp due to Nurgle's severe injury, while the rest was captured by Mortarion and Vulcan respectively.

However, Mortarion was completely unable to utilize this power. In daily combat, he could only use the Tears of Elsa as a conductor to bestow this power as the simplest form of application.

The deadly gas, enough to kill ten thousand, wafted across his face as Mortarian slowly stared at the fluorescent bottle floating in his hand.

He, after all, clashes with this concept—

Few beings can combine all three like Nurgle, and integrate them together, after all, Nurgle controls [eternity] and [entropy].

How are you feeling right now?

"I am," Mortalian asked hoarsely, scrutinizing Vulcan with his eyes. He knew Vulcan would be the best candidate for "Rebirth."

As early as a thousand years ago, after Motalian personally "witnessed" Vulcan withdraw his own death.

Vulcan is an immortal being.

【It feels good. 】

"It's strange that the greatest being among the Primarchs is so sensitive and compassionate," Vulcan said softly.

Vulcan stepped forward, and Mortarian no longer hesitated. He handed over the small bottle that had been rejecting him. Almost at the same moment the bottle left Mortarian's palm, the light inside the bottle suddenly increased a thousandfold!

WOW!

Angron took a step back in surprise. Almost everyone except Mortarion and Vulcan was startled. Mortarion glanced helplessly at Angron, who had instinctively moved closer to the Space Marines to protect them.

I have already stated that I am opposed to this authority.

Mortarian pointed this out, explaining that he had been suppressing the authority of "Rebirth," which should have had a negative impact on him. However, because the portion of authority Mortarian had acquired was now too sparse, he had not been significantly affected.

It was far less painful than Hades calling Mortarion by his original name.

It is calling to me.

"Vulcan said somewhat cautiously, clasping his hands together, the light illuminating his face."

This couldn't be better.

Motalian added, while subtly stepping back from the onlooker, Gilliman.

This proves you two are compatible—I think you've already acquired a portion of the power of rebirth?

Vulcan nodded. The Emperor had previously intended for Vulcan and Nurgle to exchange blows, so Mortarion was not surprised.