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

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The Primarch, Hades, and the two Dark Children remained in the room. Hades was still engrossed in mobilizing resources for the construction of the Endurance, while the Primarch had begun to openly observe the eye contact between Black and Booz.

It was a strange experience. Mortarion probably understood the way people looked at him and the Death Guard. Similar yet completely different individuals. He should have had a good talk with Sage Gold.

The channel lit up, and the Primarch slowly answered the call.

The sound rang out a few times.

【……approve.】

Motarian said, and then hung up the call.

The Primarch watched silently as Hades became engrossed in his calculations (he didn't want to continue reviewing documents). After a while, Mortarion spoke.

[A visitor has arrived.]

"Who?"

Hades asked casually, "It can't be Makado, can it?" Makado is currently in poor health and his old body can't withstand any more hardships, so Makado is unlikely to actively approach Hades.

On Terra, with the help of the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Fist began to assemble an army to prepare for a possible Eldar invasion.

Hades doesn't need to worry about this for now. Judging from the situation, the fastest way to increase combat strength is to restore the Death Guard – after all, they have the complete logistics of an entire star system.

Hades was primarily responsible for introducing the technology of the Necromancers into the Academy of Athens.

[...the person to whom you once made a promise.]

Motalian said that, in sync with the question mark appearing above Hades' head, there was another knock on the door.

Ah, this psionic energy.

Hades thought of it, and as he rose from a pile of scrap paper, he saw the familiar Grey Knight.

Ahriman, the former son of the emperor.

"how?"

Hades was somewhat surprised. The Grey Knights? What happened now?

Good afternoon, esteemed sirs.

"I am a wise old man," said Ariman, his face serious, with a full white beard.

Good afternoon, please make yourself at home.

Hades said that Ahriman glanced at him, then looked somewhat awkwardly at Motalian.

Listen to him.

Motalian said, but under Blake’s watchful eye, Ariman cautiously chose another empty sofa.

Ahriman swallowed hard, trying to ignore the darkness that made his soul scream, curse, and churn.

"Lord Hades, I have heard that you have severely damaged Chaos. The Grey Knight hereby offers you his loyalty and respect, and hopes that your radiance will envelop the Grey Knight."

Hades waved his hand.

"No need for platitudes, Qianzi—are you here to beg for money? Or is there another troublemaker in the Star Torch Court or Star Language Court that you can't handle?"

“That’s not what we meant,” Ahriman quickly denied, though the polite words felt like a knife cutting into his throat.

"Thank you for granting the Grey Knight this power."

Hades did indeed grant the Grey Knights real power. Ahriman had never seen his men so active; they were even more active than the Assassin's Court's skinning fanatics who were obsessed with conviction.

"Some of the psionicists in Starlight Court and Star Language Court did exhibit abnormal behavior due to this commotion, but it was all within the normal range, and the Grey Knights have already eliminated them."

Hades knew that the psionicists who had inadvertently "peeked" into the Storm Starfield that day seemed to have gone a bit crazy, and the Grey Knight quickly took full charge of the matter.

Hades' sources of information included the Assassin's Court and Terra's Ultramarines, as well as the Martian Sages' cargo supply and information from the Athenian Academy forum, which also corroborated this.

In short, Ahriman did not lie to Hades.

"I don't think you came all this way just to report on your mission or offer congratulations."

Hades sighed.

"What exactly is it?"

Ahriman took a deep breath, recalling Primarch Magnus's words... In fact, this was quite different from the Primarch he remembered... This Magnus was rather indecisive.

It was Magnus who suggested they seek out Hades, but they hesitated to enter the Death Guard stronghold because the Pale Lord's psychic energy was repelling them.

Magnus seemed somewhat worried and afraid of this pale lord who looked like a formidable opponent.

Right now, the Crimson King is wandering around in the fields near the Barbarus stronghold.

"We have discovered a fragment of the Primarch and would appreciate your assistance in its recovery."

Hades nodded. "Okay."

Hades thought that it would only take a short while. After finishing breakfast and recovering the Primarch fragments, he could still have lunch in time, which would not delay the construction of the army.

"but……"

Aliman paused for a moment.

"We observed that the fragment of the Primarch appeared to be fighting two Necrons from space."

???

Hades fell silent; Hades was deeply shocked.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 657 Who is the most powerful psionicist? It's definitely not Magnus.

Magnus—

The shouts carried far away on the wind. The corn seedlings bent down, undulating like waves to reveal a reddish-brown figure amidst the lush greenery. With that high Gothic word, the man suddenly froze.

Let's go, let's go quickly.

The Primarch, disguised as an ordinary male, addressed the children sitting in a circle around him, Magnus waving his hands and speaking in a strange-sounding Barbarusian.

"Hurry, my friend is here to see me."

Barbaros's child was more agile than he had imagined, and before he could urge him again,

When the children saw the people walking towards them from the outpost in the distance, they immediately picked up their sickles and disappeared into the endless cornfield.

Magnus heard a few laughs coming from the lush green forest. The Primarch breathed a sigh of relief, put the local seeds the child had given him into his pocket, and then reluctantly turned away.

His red hair burst into flames as he turned, defying the laws of gravity, like seaweed drifting in the ocean.

A bright white flash appeared around him, and the ordinary man's figure grew taller, expanding like an inflating balloon. A fiery red color crept onto his skin, his armor gleamed, and the books hanging from his waist by a gleaming gold chain were heavy.

Magnus—what are you doing?!

Hades called out, jogging over with a grin, followed closely by Ahriman, who couldn't keep up, and another Primarch sluggishly in the distance.

Magnus swallowed hard. Even though he had learned to tolerate Hades' warp projections, when did the Emperor, Mortarion's psionic powers, and his appearance become so terrifying?

He wasn't—Magnus recalled his angry denunciation of psychic powers at the Nicaea Conference—wasn't he averse to psychic powers?!

Although Magnus knew that Mortarion had ultimately surrendered to the vast ocean, such intense psionic energy...

The sun was shining brightly, and it was a windy day in Barbarossa, the refreshing breeze ruffling Magnus's lion-like mane—

But in Magnus’s single eye, he saw a fog that never dissipated, without a breath of wind, and people’s souls like solitary lamps flickering faintly in the gray fog.

In the distance, amidst the thick fog, a black, wedge-shaped object could be vaguely seen tearing through the mist.

The entire planet is the territory of the Pale Lord!

Right now, directly in front of him, within the warp's vision, Magnus saw something resembling a giant, pitch-black bacterium wriggling towards him. Behind the bacterium was a monster wielding a scythe.

White mist was now pouring out continuously from beneath the monster's clothes.

Magnus blinked.

Hades was clearly already standing in front of him, along with the psionic lord behind him.

"How have you been lately?"

Hades asked, "I've been quite busy lately and haven't seen you much."

Magnus's lips twitched. For this Primarch, the most pleasant thing was that Hades didn't come to see him.

Everything goes smoothly.

Magnus raised his head, silently moved a little away from Hades, and took the opportunity to glance at Mortarian again, still incredulous.

【only,】

He looked at Ahriman behind Hades; Ahriman had indeed sacrificed a great deal lately.

As you know, I might need your help this time.

Magnus glanced hastily at Mortalian again; the Primarch's face, veiled by a hood, mist, and an insect-like breathing mask, revealed no emotion whatsoever.

If you are in a hurry, then the Grey Knights will not bother you—in fact, I emphasized to them that I could do it myself, but my offspring ultimately decided to come to you.

I believe I possess the ability to reclaim the other fragment. In fact, the Grey Knight's energy is extremely harmonious with mine. I might have difficulty on my own, but with them by my side, I am confident I can succeed. While uncertainties exist, it is not impossible...

Magnus spoke eloquently, but stopped behind Hades under the pleading gaze of Ahriman.

【……All right,】

The Primarch abruptly turned a corner.

[We might need your help—by the Emperor, I just don't want another fragment of mine to be frightened by you.]

Hades innocently opened his arms, showing no remorse whatsoever, but rather smugness.

"I'm sorry if it's ugly."

"Then why don't you come in and talk?"

Hades pointed to the stronghold behind him, "The canteen is quite good."

Magnus carefully averted his gaze. Could it be that he sensed a psionic warning that Mortalian had placed near the outpost?

In fact, Magnus felt a strong sense of being watched as soon as he entered Barbaros's subspace projection.

He suspected that Mortarian was cursing him.

It seems that Mortarion has set up warnings that every sufficiently powerful psyker can detect.

The mist swirled within a specific area, forming twisted, screaming skulls. Just as Magnus approached, the Primarch watched helplessly as a skull resembling his own emerged from the mass of screaming skulls, lunging at his face with a ferocious screech.

Magnus believed this was an unpopular gesture.

Hades turned to the side, and Magnus met Mortarian's gaze. The Pale Lord's eyes were like those of an evil old woman who used witchcraft, his eyes shrouded in a white haze.

A small gift to mark our meeting.

Motalian said,

【That’s it. 】

"What's the gift?"

Hades asked, but Mortarian ignored him and continued explaining to Magnus.

[Each "brother" has one, and there will be a special edition for our father—but I'm glad to see he can't stand up anymore.]

Magnus opened his mouth but didn't make a sound. Mortarian, who had stopped, walked towards him again, his helmet boots scraping against the weeds on the ground.

Long time no see, welcome to Barbarossa!

The Primarch sighed as he stood close enough to Magnus to see him—Magnus suspected Mortarion might have wanted to give him a welcome hug or a handshake, but the Primarch simply stood there somewhat awkwardly.

I'm glad we remain loyal.

Motarian said, and took another step.

Listen to him, come in and have a seat.

Magnus watched as the pile of screaming skulls disappeared.

This might be slightly different from the Mortarion he remembered, and Magnus broke out in a cold sweat, but at least... he looked at Hades beside him, who was smiling and telling him that the stronghold was a good spot for taking photos. This guy seemed to have less of aggression.

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Sunlight streamed in, and there were only three people in the large reception room.