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

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Magnus sat somewhat awkwardly on the sofa, while Mortarian sat on the sofa opposite him, and Hades stood by the coffee table laden with imported desserts, eating and talking with them.

Your return came so suddenly—

Magnus shrugged. "None of the Empire's finest prophets foresaw your return."

[Insufficient skills...]

Mortarian said with a sigh,

[My return was foreshadowed... Weren't you all quite adept at communicating with the Greenskins back then? I wanted to teach the Greenskins to call me by my name; were you the mastermind?]

Magnus froze. Beside him, Hades, who was eating a snack, seemed to have been defeated by the snack and was coughing violently.

"You, you can hear me."

Hades gave an awkward chuckle.

[I just haven't mentioned it, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten.]

Mortarian raised an eyebrow. [Very creative.]

Hades took a deep breath. He believed the Greenskins were useful and had indeed managed to rescue Mortarion.

"The matter that I discussed with Magnus was something I asked him to do."

Mortarian glanced at Hades, then continued to stare at Magnus.

【So……】

Magnus has already begun to silently protect himself with psychic energy.

【grateful.】

Motalian said,

Next time, I hope you'll teach me the correct pronunciation... and also how to clean up the mushrooms afterwards.

Hades and Magnus exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other.

I'm sorry, my brother, but you—you're not—aren't you offended by this?!

As if recalling something amusing, Motarian chuckled sinisterly.

[It wasn't as bad as the time I was tied up in the Terra dungeon.]

The Primarch continued calmly, "It's nothing compared to what happened in the garden. Only pampered brats would care about such things."

Hades suddenly realized that Mortarion had accomplished two great feats: drinking soup in Nurgle's Garden and being drugged in Slaanesh's Palace.

Hades decided to treat Mortarion better next time, so he summoned his servants and asked them to bring out more of the Primarch's favorite foods.

“Don’t worry,” Hades made a throat-slitting gesture, ignoring the silver pendant shimmering at his waist, “I’ll make sure it’s clean next time.”

"But you've misunderstood something else,"

Hades said, blinking sincerely.

"I was seriously teaching them to say your name—but—ha ...

As Magnus unleashed his ultimate attack at point-blank range, he saw the Pale Lord calmly nod at him.

They then got up and engaged in a real 1v1 fight. Both sides were very restrained and did not use any off-field skills such as Dark Domain or numerology, but apart from that, they used all dirty tricks.

Magnus's eyes twitched, and the Primarch, who had been given a pair of wings, won by a narrow margin. Taking advantage of the moment when he was smearing the dessert plate on Hades' face, the Pale Lord chose to use his wings to elbow him, and Hades typed "gg" amidst laughter and touching his face.

You saw nothing.

Motalian said, sitting back down opposite Magnus, his expression unchanged.

Magnus nodded quickly.

[Actually, the phrase "touch his face" is something he taught his inferior orcs. The greenskins I teach all use the correct High Gothic pronunciation; I guarantee my orcs didn't mispronounce it.]

Hades, who had just been knocked to the ground by a giant moth's elbow strike, burst into another earth-shattering laugh. Magnus believed he had cleared himself of suspicion, but Mortarian's face darkened even more.

Regardless, I'm so glad to see you again!

Magnus quickly changed the subject; he didn't want to confront the Pale Lord, as Mortarion's psionic power was clearly superior to his own.

Magnus realized with horror that this anti-psychic fighter, who had once vehemently opposed psychic powers, now possessed even greater psychic energy than he had back then.

Magnus did feel a surge of anger at first, but it quickly dissipated. He wasn't in his complete form. A fully-fledged Magnus might have directly denounced Mortalian's shamelessness and double standards, but this Magnus only chose to remain silent after witnessing the Pale Lord's overwhelming psionic power.

Mortarian's complexion improved.

I am also gratified to see that you have not fallen into depravity—I gleaned your story from snippets of conversation from our father…

Motari paused for a moment, then looked away from Magnus.

I retract my previous misjudgment of you.

Magnus paused, indeed proud of his past feats, but Mortarian made the atmosphere awkward; clearly, Death would not offer praise.

Magnus felt both angry and frustrated. He had indeed made mistakes in the past, but it was Mortarian who had said those words. He understood that Mortarian wanted to praise him, but the actual effect was not very good.

It's time to look forward!

Hades, who had gotten up from the ground, said...

"Glory and the past are all fleeting! Alright, you two, stop with the awkwardness. If there's nothing else, let's take care of what Little Mag asked me about first."

Mortalian breathed a sigh of relief, and Magnus took the opportunity to skip over the unpleasant topic.

[Just as Ahriman said,]

Magnus said,

The Grey Knights discovered "me" on a planet, with two other space undead active on the surface—therefore they decided to come find you.

"Wait, did they find your fragments, or did they come looking for me because they discovered a space undead?"

Both are available.

Magnus told the truth.

[Didn't you go check out the new shipyard and weapons production line you were promoting? Black Oglin, those mechanical fanatics have all gone mad.]

The solar system is changing almost every month. With the promotion of the Martian Sage, the Academy of Athens, and the Nirvana System, a large number of weak artificial technologies are being applied. Normally, this would have already attracted the attention of the Inquisition.

With the knowledge updates at the Academy of Athens, the power of guns has generally increased by 0.5% to 16.2%, along with better shields, better guns, better ships, and... the rapidly increasing number of intelligent mechs of the Martian Sages.

No one reviews them, or rather, someone has already reviewed them, so ordinary agencies don't need to check them again.

At a higher level, legends about Om Messiah circulated, but only Magnus knew that it was a star god—and was certain that Hades was connected to the undead in space.

“Hmm,” Hades scratched his head, “I think it’s a common phenomenon, I mean becoming fanatical or something.”

"So is there any other information?"

Hades asked,

"Is there footage of the two space zombies? Or are there only two space zombies?"

The signal is very weak.

Magnus told the truth.

[Furthermore, due to interference from another version of myself, we were unable to capture any footage.]

Hmm... Hades decided to tell Tarasim, since it involves space necromancy.

"Then let's go take a look tomorrow."

Hades said,

"Don't worry, it's no trouble, it'll be over in a minute."

"Excuse me, is there anything else? Or would you two like to continue?"

Hades's scheduled meeting with the sages to discuss the Endurance had arrived, and he realized that Magnus's situation might not be so important—

Mortalian seemed to want to talk to Magnus, and Hades had never seen Mortalian so "friendly".

Hades thought to himself, but he was already considering how to communicate with the sage later.

...There are also disputes among the Primarchs, but it seems that Mortalian wants to handle them alone.

Hades believed that Mortarion could handle it on his own, and if he couldn't, they were just two Primarchs with a bad relationship, so there was almost no loss.

【No. 】

Magnus said this, then nodded at Hades, and left with the plate.

???

Magnus turned his head and looked at the silent Mortarian.

【Well? 】

【Me first—】

Mortarian raised his hand, staring intently at Magnus, breathing slowly as if making a great decision.

【…】

Magnus,

The Pale Lord spoke solemnly, and the sound of Hades closing the door echoed in the background.

I have some questions; could we talk about warp space?

? !

Magnus thought he had every right to be angry. The bastard in front of him, the greatest executioner in Nicaea and the greatest psionic wizard on the planet, was hoping to talk to him about psionic powers!

Things are always so absurd. Magnus once confidently believed he would become the first psionic being after the Lord of Man, but Mortarion beat him to it. The Pale Lord even criticized psionicism—did he know he was being hypocritical?!

Magnus's anger reached its peak when Mortarian pulled out a notebook labeled "Numerology."

[Numerology...or numerology?]

Magnus squeezed the twisted word out between his teeth, believing he should maintain his dignity rather than be deceived by the Pale Lord's previous "friendly gestures."

【Motalian,】

He slowly rose, preparing to leave.

If you cannot face psychic energy and the vast ocean... then I think I cannot have a conversation with you on this matter, even if your power far surpasses mine.

Magnus left, while Mortarian remained seated in his place, his expression unpredictable, breathing heavily, but he did not stop him.

If my actions offended you, then I apologize.

Just as Magnus gripped the doorknob, Mortarian's voice rang out.

The Primarch was annoyed. He realized that Magnus did not respect his numerology, but he also knew about the shadow he had cast on Magnus on Nicaea. In fact, it had taken him a long time to get over it.

He could easily subdue Magnus by force or by using psionic powers; the difference in psionic power between him and Magnus fully justifies Mortarion's actions.

Mortarian felt the muscles in his fingers twitching; they wanted to clench, but the Pale Lord forcibly relaxed them with reason.

But he didn't want to become someone like the Lord of Humanity.

Mortarian pondered how to communicate. He didn't want to be like Guilliman, nor should he be Horus… He decided to do it himself.

My past was once hazy, and my understanding of the vast ocean was not as clear as it is now—I have spoken wrongly, and if those mistakes anger you, then I admit them, but I insist that you also made mistakes.

I admire your actions back then, Crimson King!

Mortarian raised his voice, his voice hoarse and angry.

We should realize who our true enemy is—instead of dwelling on past conflicts! I have already suffered for it, and I have moved on, Magnus, but what about you?!

The crimson king slowly turned around, his crimson hair flowing freely.

Magnus opened his arms

I have long since served my sentence and cleansed myself of my sins.

I maintain my opinion on your use of folklore to name things and even your research on psychic behavior, but I think... I can talk to you about it.

5.2, great!

There haven't been any comments about Zhang Ping recently, but they should be available a few days after the college entrance exam. There's a record of posts in the backend, so they should be released then.

Chapter 658? ?