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

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Hades received the pass casually, but he fully understood Mortarian.

He made way for Magnus and Ahriman, who had to prepare for the next ceremony. Magnus looked quite excited, and after a few words, the Primarch and Chiko hurriedly left.

As Magnus passed Hades, he nodded solemnly to Hades.

Thank you for your help. I also hope you didn't scare him.

“A little intimidation,”

Hades crossed his arms, believing he had handled the situation mildly, with only a slight intimidation.

"Otherwise, he won't come with me."

The hurried footsteps faded away, and Hades turned his eyes back.

"So you and Red Oglin are...?"

We have reached an agreement for now.

Motari said calmly, even though white mist was still occasionally emanating from his body like a broken machine.

[In certain sub-regions of the warp, we have reached a consensus on the views of some of our brothers, and on the Lord of Man, though disagreements remain, but these are not insurmountable.]

"...?"

In areas where opinions differed, I used psychic powers to persuade him.

Hades' face showed a slightly tense expression.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat in Magnus's spot, taking over the grumbling mouth that the Crimson King wouldn't eat.

"This is different from the you I remember... but it's not bad either."

Hades thought that if the original Mortarion had been like this, he would have analyzed it in a roundabout way.

[It's just finding joy in hardship.]

Mortarian said to mobilize the psionic energy on Barbaros to let the two outsiders leave.

[For ten thousand years, everyone has changed except for my biological father, who still looks the same.]

"So what do you think of Red Oglin?"

More cautious, sometimes still foolish, but at least learned to confront absolute power without being foolish.

Motalian paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes and muttered to himself,

I was shocked by this; Magnus has lost his confidence.

Hades paused for a moment,

"Inevitable,"

He says,

"If you were to be reduced to fragments... and most of them were still under Tzeentch's control, no one would be optimistic."

Mortarian nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Hades continued eating snacks to replenish his energy, but he suddenly realized that the Primarch's silence had lasted a bit too long.

"You're planning to use your brotherly bond?!"

Hades suddenly looked up and stared at Mortarian, who clearly hesitated.

No, it's just that I can't let them continue to slow us down.

Mortalian replied, recalling the Sanguis Rebellion and Magnus's seemingly genuine expression of emotion.

Magnus's condition... is not very stable.

Across from him, Hades gave a meaningful look.

"what ever,"

Hades said casually,

"There are some things I really can't do anymore. They feel like throwing up as soon as they see me, and there's nothing I can do about it."

In response, Mortarian immediately began to mock Hades without hesitation.

Hades responded immediately with words to Mortarion, and the Primarch had long since become indifferent to Hades's taunts.

If language could break Mortarion's defenses, the Pale Lord might have died countless times over the past ten thousand years.

Hades' argument is—could the Primarch, who has been in the garden for a thousand years, be a clean being?

Ten thousand years have passed, and everyone has finally become stinky canned food. How wonderful!

What else could they do? They could only throw shit at anything that provoked them, but thankfully that worked very well.

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【past】

【secret?】

Angron said, pulling his full head of dreadlocks back with one hand—he had grown his hair out since the Butcher's Nails were removed, and his current hairstyle was the same as his former teacher's in Nuthria.

[Another secret... No, no need to explain, I'm just making a comment.]

【…】

Mortarian stood on the Martian wasteland, resembling some kind of humanoid monster, his white-rimmed eyes searching for the entrance to the labyrinth of eternal night.

You seem to be in a bad mood.

Angron said out of the blue,

I know Saint Gilles was a bit harsh at the previous meeting, you know... they're also anxious; they've been in the shadows of the Empire for too long.

【how? 】

Angron's mouth never stopped, which annoyed Mortarion, but he invited Angron to fight alongside him—Angron was very strong now.

【I see--】

Angron suddenly realized,

Are you angry because you didn't completely protect the Midnight Lord, or because that brat Sevita didn't speak kindly to you?

Angron laughed. At the previous meeting, all the Primarchs advocated splitting up the Night Lords, except for Mortalian, the Primarch who was clearly at odds with Conrad, who was determined to protect the Night Lords.

It seems that Mortarion had some connection with the deceased Conrad, but Severta didn't give the Pale Lord a friendly look either.

Thinking of this, Angron smiled and shook his head, then pinched the bridge of his nose. He never imagined that the emotional fluctuations of several Primarchs gathered together would be more than all he had ever seen in his entire life.

You still seem very tense, Mortalian. I just wish you could... relax sometimes?

Angron fiddled with his battle axe. He had a feeling that he would need to rest for a while after this battle, but that might be a good thing for him, as he wouldn't have to get involved in so many of Terra's affairs.

The nobles of Terra are trying to win over the Primarchs, but Angron doesn't want to waste too much energy on this. He might as well just lie down and give the World Eaters a legitimate reason to leave the battlefield.

【Relax?】

The Pale Lord chuckled.

Comfort breeds laziness, laziness leads to dereliction of duty, dereliction of duty leads to... failure.

Humanity, the Empire, and the Legion cannot afford another mistake.

Being constantly tense will cause problems.

Angron said, turning to look at Mortalian, but due to the nature of liberating the warp, he couldn't see much clearly.

[Though offensive, my brothers on the dark side of our Empire are all suffering from some kind of mental breakdown, Mortarian. I sense you're under just as much pressure as they are.]

[I'm just worried about you guys. You need to learn to relax and communicate more with others. Although most of us have our flaws... I think the brothers are still willing to talk to you more. Most of them are curious about you, after all, you're the one among us who's closest to the truth.]

Anglong said he switched hands and wielded the axe.

I have my own principles.

Motalian said succinctly, then laughed dismissively.

[Willing to communicate... Have you forgotten their true colors at the meeting?]

Beside him, Angron sighed.

You'll regret it.

The Lord of Red Sand abandoned his usual euphemisms and went straight to the point.

You seem like someone who will suddenly understand everything after a very long time, Mortarian.

Angron muttered something under his breath, looking equally confused.

Our brothers all have this problem to some extent.

Regarding this,

Angron raised his voice.

【I'm betting one Terran Bronze Coin, Mortarion. What are you betting?】

Mortarion tapped the Red Sand Lord's leg armor with the end of his scythe impatiently, signaling him to stop chatting; he had already discovered the entrance to the Labyrinth of Eternal Night.

No, never.

The Pale Lord said.

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

【now】

Terra

"...My child, you seem to be far more responsible and conscientious than I imagined."

Before the massive Holy Calculation Center, a middle-aged man with a simple appearance spoke to the mist monster beside him.

Have you finally dropped your pretense?

White mist swirled around Mortarian, and the Pale Lord spoke impatiently.

“My best friend has recently relaxed his surveillance of me because of a little trouble—he realized that perhaps I am not his biggest problem.”

The Lord of Humanity's lips curled up, and Lustful Heaven also shifted from its original position, which made the suppression of him by Chaos even lighter.

In this respect, although Tzeentch is his biggest problem, he should perhaps thank Tzeentch for making Macardo suffer.

"Moreover, we already possess enough trump cards to intimidate all of Chaos; human history has never been so bright."

You can go to work and clean up the mess you left behind.

“I’ve been trying,”

The emperor spread his hands.

"This is just making the best of a bad situation... I don't have much of my strength in this."

Tell me, why did you change your mind?

Because a king neglects his kingdom.

The Emperor casually ignored Mortarian's reply.

“I am delighted to see your growth. You will lead the empire to recovery, my child.”

So where are you located?

He won't reply to you.

A cold voice rang out the moment Mortarian finished speaking, and the two turned their heads at the same time to see the projected phantom of Fenus.

Mortarian gave a cold laugh.

[Was this your idea, Lord of Humanity?]

"Due to domestic corruption, I had no choice but to resort to this drastic measure."

Do you now realize the importance of Makado?

The Emperor calmly shut down his microphone again, and Mortarian realized that if he continued to say this, he would only anger himself.

They've always disagreed.

Phenus, who had been watching silently, finally spoke up.