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

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“I thought you had already realized that, Orl.”

Nios said, watching Orl almost defeated as he left their sight.

"...I never thought I would hear your apology in my lifetime."

Makado's weak voice rang out again. He shook his head, his expression unclear. Discontinuous, fragmented memories swirled in his mind, and Makado remained confused.

"And who is this?"

"Ol Persson, my former warmaster."

"Incantation."

Makado reacted instantly.

"Aren't you going to find Horus?"

"Let's check on them while we're at it."

Neos remained calm, but Macardo revealed an impatient smile.

"And then take them back to my residence, Neos?"

“I accidentally blew up his house—I’ll take him away in a bit. I just want to stabilize your psionic powers first, Makado.”

Macardo fell silent, then took another deep breath.

"You should kill me,"

He said irritably,

“I have made too many mistakes—and the Primarchs hate me too.”

"They already dislike you."

The Lord of Mankind said without any burden that as early as the Great Crusade, several Primarchs were already irreconcilably opposed to Macador.

“Everyone makes mistakes, Makado. Have you forgotten when we first met? You killed your best friend in the cult in an attempt to escape.”

Makado killed many people back then; a sense of justice did not belong to Makado.

But at least Neos still had some conscience—this could be seen in the almost imperceptible sense of justice in his offspring.

Makado sneered.

"You're going to forgive me on their behalf?"

"No."

Nios said,

“This is between you two. I just want you to survive—the Empire cannot do without you.”

“Killiman is back…and even better than I imagined.”

"To hand over all political affairs to him? That would be too cruel for Guilliman."

Macado paused for a moment, then glanced sideways at the Emperor.

"First, the Primarch will not entrust me with state affairs with trust; second, do you now know how to cherish your offspring?"

“I’ve been keeping an eye on them.”

Neos answered fluently.

"Ah."

Makado chuckled coldly again, deciding to stop entangled with Neos. The Lord of Humanity's attitude was clear... he was willing to accept Makado back into the Empire.

This is child's play.

incredible.

The desire and resentment for power had vanished, leaving only an empty Macardo. He should have died, instead of being dragged up by Neos.

But that's the capriciousness of the Lord of Mankind; in this respect, Neos is not even as carefree as his offspring... well, his offspring aren't much more carefree either.

Of course, there may be other considerations involved. Macardo has planted too many minor officials in the empire, and if he cooperates, this force will greatly accelerate the integration of the empire.

An emperor is a cold-blooded animal; he can certainly employ criminals if the benefits of keeping them alive outweigh their deaths.

But Macardo suddenly remembered that Neos treated Horus in the same way.

But now Neos has temporarily put aside his plan to find Horus and instead appeared at Macado's residence.

……

Makado sighed; he felt the veins in his temples throbbing.

He was still trying to piece together what he had done, but apart from his search in the subspace, his memories of interfering with the physical world remained hazy.

Macardo's soul was urging him to rest, but Macardo still clung to that patch of forest green in his memory.

"I originally thought it was my instigation of the Caliban bombing."

Makado suddenly said,

"You caused the First Legion to split—but the explosion was not your fault."

Nios said,

"Let us trust the lion; he is the most loyal one."

Makado looked at him, but only sighed again.

"I'm tired."

Makado said.

"Then rest."

Neos thoughtfully tucked the blanket around Macardo.

"It's time for you to rest."

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Chapter 697 Motalian approved none of them.

【Endurance】

On the hospital bed, Mortarian, once again wrapped in bandages like a mummy, slowly sat up. He calmly watched Karas cut open his fingernails and poured medicine into them.

【…】

Upon seeing Mortalian awaken, Karaspi gave a forced smile, his lips twitching slightly as a gesture of respect.

I think you could be a little gentler.

"I think you're resilient enough."

Karas simply rejected the Primarch's request.

"You almost lost your life, Mortalian—Lord—I think your thoughtful mind, after careful consideration, chose to allow your psychic nature to be exposed beside the Sea of ​​Darkness."

We should all thank the negative psychic Oglin this time; his self-control this time far surpasses what he's shown before.

【…】

Mortarian lay back down calmly, believing it wasn't the right time to explain; he couldn't argue with Karas Typhon, that was a fact.

But he could refuse Callas's death request.

Where are the souls of the dead?

Mortarian stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling a shift in his own power—a portion of Eldar Death's authority had finally merged with him.

This is a good thing; it will keep him further away from the filthy realm.

"To discuss state affairs with the great Killian Robert."

Karas gave another malicious smile, watching Mortalian remain silent for a brief moment until two footsteps broke their silence.

One footstep was so light it was almost imperceptible, cautious and steady; the other was haphazard and scattered.

[Knock, knock~]

A familiar, nauseating sound came from the doorway, and Conrad knocked.

A man driven mad by prophecy comes to visit his "brother," who has never believed in prophecy or fate.

Without permission, Kurtz poked his head into the ward, revealing a strange and pleased smile.

I'm glad you look terrible.

[Conrad.]

A soft warning sounded behind Coz, and the melancholy raven nodded apologetically to the Death Guard at the door before following Conrad into the house.

Mortalian's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at Karas in disbelief, who was hearing the psionic communication from Death.

+You let them in...Karas?+

"why not?"

Callas, with his back to the door, mouthed the words.

“I’ve asked Soulless Oglin. Your brothers are currently harmless. Communicate with your brothers more, and you’ll recover faster.”

I don't know.

Karas smiled and put away the potion he had injected into Mortalian.

"If you have no problem, then come and approve the official documents."

Motalian fell silent. Why did they still need to approve official documents after Guilliman's return? Karas was talking nonsense.

He watched as Karas skillfully exchanged a few pleasantries with the two Primarchs who resembled him before leaving, giving the Primarchs the space they needed.

What could he possibly have to talk about with them?

Mortarian tried to continue playing dead, but Koz didn't give him the chance. The Lord of Midnight's pale face suddenly appeared directly above Mortarian, blocking his view of the ceiling.

Long time no see, my...brother.

Conrad emphasized the last high-gothic word, while Mortarian sat up expressionlessly, casually extending his hand from the hospital bed, whereupon a scythe instantly materialized.

I don't mind keeping you quiet, Conrad.

Seemingly recognizing that Conrad's actions were indeed inappropriate, from the perspective of the warp, Mortalian felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.

Then they saw Corax with one hand on Koz's shoulder, his all-black eyes glancing at the bat, while Koz's smile froze.

Okay, okay~

Koz said, cautiously backing away slowly, but Corax's hand remained on his shoulder as a warning.

You guys chat.

Corax nodded, his eyes filled with an unyielding darkness, and looked at Mortalian.

I heard you were badly injured. Are you feeling better now, my brother?

Mortalian was not familiar with Corax, and Raven had been carefully hiding himself in the shadows and trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

All he knew was that Corax and Killieman were on good terms.

[Acceptable.]

Mortarian said calmly, his millennia of cultivation prompting him to add the second half of his sentence.

Thank you for your concern.

Corax seemed relieved.

You took that seat back then, didn't you?

Corax said calmly, but Mortalian always felt there was a hint of melancholy in the guy's eyes.

【I'm fine. 】

Motalian reiterated, spreading his hands, but his limbs, almost entirely wrapped in bandages, seemed hardly convincing.

I'm so glad to see you're okay.

Koraks explained, smiling apologetically.