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

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After a long silence, Mortarion swallowed hard, and the Primarch cautiously reached out and felt Hades' pulse.

The medication is working; the rate of onset has indeed slowed down to its lowest point.

Mortalian remained silent, and finally, the Primarch stood up, went outside, and went to inform the people waiting outside.

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Inside the room, Hades abruptly stood up, frowning as he stared in the direction Mortarion had left.

"You little brat," Hades muttered under his breath, "I've licked the pots of hell, do you think I'm afraid of your little bit of dishwater?"

What's gotten into Mortalian lately? Why haven't we been arguing with him or starting fights with him lately?

If a child is quiet, they're either causing trouble or courting disaster!

Hades wholeheartedly agreed; he wanted to see what the Mortarians were planning to do next.

Is he going through a rebellious phase?

Hades frowned. The timing was perfect. Old Huang was rebelling at this crucial moment.

Hades pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out what had happened. He carefully checked the warp and confirmed that there was no interference from the four warp gods.

"It can't be some kind of space necromancer," Hades thought, but his inner star god aspect didn't sense it either.

Forget it... let's see what they're really up to.

Hades lay face down on the table, his eyes closed. Luckily, he chose a comfortable position when he fell.

Go back to sleep!

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Hades was moved to a secluded and quiet house. Outside, Mortarion convened a meeting of the Death Guard leadership.

That's it.

"Motalian said hoarsely, and anyone could see the frustration and despair on the Primarch's face," Mortarion said.

He could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, and his physical condition was also deteriorating.

Before Mortalian could finish speaking, Herrera, the patrol captain beside him, spoke up, almost sobbing as she spoke.

"Perhaps I should have noticed something was wrong with Lord Hades sooner—in fact, I've heard him use words like 'old horse' since last year."

“Me too,” Vox said in a low voice. “He told me I would meet a guy named Garo—but I’ve looked around and there’s never been a Barbalusian with that name—and nobody would have such a strange name.”

Karas shook his head and sighed.

“He’s said something similar to me before… Sometimes I really think it’s not just his fantasy, but I later dismissed that idea because that worldview is clearly illogical—but now is not the time for us to lament about it, is it?”

Callas is right.

Mortarion said that the Primarch pulled down his hood, letting the shadows obscure his eyes.

Everyone is here to discuss the future development of Barbarossa—I hope our construction can be oriented as much as possible towards healthcare—without hindering overall development.

Karas and Vox exchanged a glance; they were the city's main officials.

“No objection,” Karas said immediately. “We all understand how you feel, Mortarian—in fact, we support you even if you choose to focus all your efforts on healthcare.”

"No..." Mortalian said, "I want Barbaros to develop; that's my highest priority, above any individual..."

As the Primarch spoke, he outlined his plans one by one, with people offering him suggestions from time to time.

Although a somber atmosphere prevailed, it also made those present more aware of their responsibilities.

however……

"My lord! Someone outside requests an audience!"

A sharp report interrupted the meeting. Mortalian rose impatiently, about to reprimand the messenger, but the messenger, panting heavily, pointed out the door, his eyes wide.

"My lord! Look quickly! Outside—outside—"

The first person to go out and check froze at the doorway. Mortalian frowned. Why at this exact moment?! He strode over, stepped outside, and saw—

Mortarian raised his head, his amber pupils suddenly widening—

Oh.

Heavenly soldiers and generals.

Two footsteps approached him, and he turned his gaze from the sky to the large, golden figure in front of him.

Mortarian's mouth trembled.

I'm guessing... your name is Neos?

The man nodded.

"my child……"

Motarian barely heard a word of what was said after that.

Mortarian was drenched in sweat.

That's it, great!

Chapter 542 Extra: Sorry, but this is my second playthrough (7)

What exactly did he, Mortarian, do?

With everyone's gazes like thorns in his back, Mortalian could barely breathe. He remained silent, absolutely silent, his ears ringing. It was almost three minutes later that the Primarch finally felt his feet firmly planted on the ground again.

The moment reason caught up with his soul, the Primarch's brain began to work at breakneck speed.

Mortalian almost immediately recalled every word Hades had uttered, as he had always known that Hades had a close relationship with the so-called "Nyos".

Moreover, with Neos standing right in front of him, Mortarian could confirm that this person was his biological father.

……

After his seventh deep breath, Mortarian spoke in a hoarse voice.

【Excuse me, sir/madam, do you know Hades?】

He frowned slightly as he looked at the stern-faced man, but he still smiled kindly.

“You may call me Father, I am your father, Mortarian.”

"No," Mortarian's voice rose, "I only recognize my adoptive father Hades—if you are truly my father, why didn't you come to see me when I was a child?!"

The Lord of Humanity frowned. In a house not far away, Hades suddenly used his Dark Domain to block the Yin Fist from Neos.

"Trying that trick again, huh? You little punk," Hades thought.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you in time..."

"No," Mortarian interrupted the Emperor impatiently, "No—this is not the time to discuss this."

The Primarch grew agitated. Mortarion frowned, staring at the Emperor, and asked urgently,

If you really are my biological father—would you help me?

The emperor raised an eyebrow. "Naturally, my child."

Mortarion gathered Hades's words, and if—if Hades hadn't gone mad, the Primarch almost gritted his teeth, forcing himself to confront this fact with his mind as if in agony.

Therefore, Neos, his biological father, should be reliable.

Motarian gritted his teeth, and after a long silence, he finally spoke again.

Come inside with me, we need to talk.

The Emperor followed Mortarion into the house, and the old man beside him followed him as well. Mortarion gestured for everyone to leave the house first, giving him some private space.

Inside the room, Mortarian turned around and whispered,

My adoptive father is in a coma... I hope you can wake him up?

"coma?"

The Emperor said calmly, "In my memory, my old friend Hades was not such a fragile person—what happened to him?"

Mortarian fell silent.

For a fleeting moment, he even thought how wonderful it would be if Hades were truly ill.

But then he sternly rebuked himself for having such a thought.

Will this affect your next steps?

This sound was almost silent.

The Emperor raised his eyes, as if they could pierce through the walls, and looked towards Hades in the next room.

"I don't think so."

When the Lord of Man said this, Mortarion almost immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Hades is your friend... I hope you can save him.

Mortarion said, looking at the Emperor, the golden light emanating from the Lord of Man almost blinding him.

At this moment, the eyes of the Lord of Humanity, burning with golden flames, were fixed on him.

"..."

"But this is the request you made, my child."

The emperor said gently,

Motalian's heart skipped a beat almost immediately. [You mean—]

The Primarch asked warily, while instinctively reaching for the dagger at his waist.

But the emperor remained indifferent.

“No… I mean, I will save him. It’s my child’s request, and I can’t refuse… but I hope you can accept me, your father.”

The Emperor looked at Mortarian and spread his hands. "I am still very sorry for what happened back then, but now I hope to make amends."

Mortarian gritted his teeth, smelling the blood in his mouth.

"Alright, I accept, but you must awaken Hades."

He said it almost through gritted teeth.

“Then let’s go see Hades,” the Emperor said smoothly. “I need to check on his condition—so I can be sure I can wake him up successfully.”

Mortarian stared at the Emperor for a long while, then the Primarch turned and led the Emperor into the next room.

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The emperor stared at Hades, who was lying on the bed in front of him.

He used his psychic energy to strike the dark domain.

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Don't wake up

Lying in bed, Hades, seemingly unconscious, used the Dark Domain skill.

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好-

The emperor turned around and walked to the door.

Mortarian, who had been crouching beside Hades' bed and staring at Hades, immediately got up and followed the Emperor.

Makado was left beside Hades, and he was "examined" with golden light.

【How about it? 】

The Primarch asked anxiously, his back to Hades and facing the golden Lord of Man.

The emperor frowned, his expression turning stern.

"The situation is not optimistic, but fortunately, he has not been poisoned for long and with immediate treatment, he can still be revived."

The Emperor said, “He was poisoned with some kind of poison specifically designed for him—I don’t know how he was able to be poisoned by it. It can only be taken orally and requires a certain dosage, but to my recollection, my dearest friend has never been so careless.”

Motalian almost blacked out. He remembered Hades telling him it was interesting, and then he drank the medicine.