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

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Then why did you deliberately make things difficult for him?

Mortalian abruptly interrupted himself, and the space necromancer glanced at him.

"I remember a proverb that says that people need to be responsible for their words."

Mortarian fell silent again.

I apologized.

Tarachin laughed again, and said in a strange, alien voice,

"I'm really putting you in a difficult position."

Mortalian remained silent for a long time. Finally, the Primarch lifted his cloak, and from within the white mist, thirteen round little creatures emerged, jostling each other.

I apologize again for this, Tarahin.

Mortarian said, "I'm sorry I offended a friend of a friend."

[Furthermore, in the name of the Pale Lord, if I make any new discoveries in the future, I will come to you.]

Motari settled in for a while.

This is my sincerity, unrelated to the Empire or humanity.

Mortarian looked up at Tarasin, and the little death guard at his feet walked fearfully toward Tarasin.

I hope you will treat my friend well.

He hates aliens.

Okay, that's all.

Chapter 512 Brief Discussion

In the private lounge of the Resilience, after the meeting ended, Macardo, who was resting alone, coughed a few times, and his hand wrapped in a gemstone bracelet trembled.

"How was the talk?"

A hazy, giant shadow appeared behind the old man.

[...I agreed.]

"What are the conditions?"

[A portion of my psychic energy.]

"..." The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Mortalian. "That's all?"

That's all.

"Alright, I got it," Macado waved his hand, signaling Mortarian to leave. The figure in the mist said nothing and simply vanished.

Macado sat down with difficulty on the bench to rest, and as he raised his hand, the door to the private lounge opened.

You don't look well.

An electronic voice sounded, and Macado coughed, "As expected."

Taracin walked over naturally and sat down in the chair next to Makado. The door closed again.

"Thank you... for your concern for the Empire."

As Makado spoke, Tarasin laughed.

"Humans are a rather interesting race—I'm glad I woke up."

In the candlelight, Makado's eyes flickered.

“I don’t think you are a race that likes to dominate.”

Taracin's hand, which was reaching for the teacup, stopped. The Necromancer Lord turned his head and looked at Makado.

“Not now,” Tarasin said. “There’s absolutely no need.”

Macado nodded slightly.

"I apologize for my intrusion."

Tarachin shrugged humanely, letting the matter drop. The space necromancer raised his hand, and a small Death Guard fell out from under his Mechanicus cloak, which Tarachin teased with interest.

Makado watched Tarasin's actions in silence.

What do you think of Mortarian?

“There’s a lot of potential.”

Tarasin rubbed the little Death Guard's head, and the little guy immediately fainted, collapsing onto the Space Necromancer's lap.

"To awaken to the essence of the subspace without losing your original personality—your ambitions are not small."

Makado closed his eyes.

"Humans are a psionic species, and ultimately they can never become complete..."

"Physical race".

Taracin took over Makado's words.

"We were an accident."

The space necromancer said, "Another ending from the past, the ending of abandoning the soul and completely escaping the warp."

Tarasim continued to touch the little Death Guard's armor.

"Back then, there was no Nurgle, no Tzeentch, no one else... The Warp was much safer than it is now."

Things are different now than they used to be.

Makado said the old man also picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"...Times have changed."

“As time goes by, the power of the four gods grows stronger,” Tarasin said casually. “They claim to transcend time and space—utter nonsense. Could they possibly reach the War of Heaven back then?”

Makado stared at Tarasin in silence, while the talkative space necromancer continued his rambling.

“Two pivotal moments,” the Necromancer’s historian said, “the fall of the Eldar empire—the awakening of the Slaanesh, and then the expansion of the human empire.”

"Before you, no race closely associated with the Warp had reached this level."

"The birth, expansion, and collapse of psionic races have provided power for the enhancement of the warp, while on the physical side... the imprisonment of those beings has weakened the physical world."

Tarasin picked up his teacup and drank his tea.

"The subspace cannot continue to expand."

Makado stared at Tarasin. "Is this your attitude?"

"This is my stance."

Tarasin laughed. "Those fools are still sleeping in their graves, not getting up to see this interesting world—but perhaps I'm the odd one out."

Tarasim picked up the sleeping little Death Guard and tossed it to Macado, then took out another one for himself.

"No, I am just a historian who records history."

Tarahim denied his previous statement.

Will historians interfere with history?

Makado stroked the sleeping cub and asked calmly,

Tarachin remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"I just want to do something, it's better than doing nothing."

A green light shone on the face of the space necromancer, and Tarasim swayed unsteadily.

"If someone makes a mistake, someone needs to step in and stop it—did I understand this principle back then—unfortunately, I can't remember that day anymore."

Did Tarahim resist during the reincarnation ceremony back then?

"I just don't want to see any more tragedies."

"Even if I mess it up, it's just another tens of thousands of years of slumber for me," Tarasin said absentmindedly.

Makado sighed; the old man's mood wasn't high either.

"Thank you for your help. I understand. We really didn't expect it to be this case before the battle started."

Tarasin laughed.

“If you’re really grateful—okay, I’ll take the Mona Lisa.”

Macado's hand holding the teacup trembled.

"You can easily go and get it yourself."

"It's better to have a legitimate reason."

Makado looked up. "Perhaps you should covet something else, whether it's Hades' abilities or Mortarion's."

Tarasin let out a sound of disgust.

"Do they know that the Empire has sold them off as a package deal?"

Macardo frankly stated, "I knew from the beginning."

Tarahim pondered for a moment,

“I understand what you mean. Hades can fuse the abilities of the Star Gods, and also the Dark Domain, making him an absolute physical force… Mortarion, on the other hand, possesses the potential for life, which could allow us to…”

If the Necromancers of the cosmos wish to continue their dominance on the physical side, they will absolutely covet Hades's abilities, and if they wish to regain their souls, an assurance from Mortalian might be a good option.

At least the Necromancers of the Space are not interested in going to Nurgle's Garden to snatch Isaac away right now.

Not to mention that the Eldar and the Necromancers are mortal enemies.

Tarahim remained silent for a moment, then finally spoke easily.

“This is my business, it has nothing to do with race.”

"I just asked a friend to stay with me for a while, and to watch the four Warp Gods get their comeuppance."

"Just that?"

"That's all."

Macado sighed. "He doesn't seem like a politician."

“I’m just a historian, and besides—” Tarasin chuckled dryly, “you would never be happy to witness the political clashes between dynasties.”

If Tarasin were to evaluate it himself, then it would be a construction based on reliance.

Makado continued, "After this battle, I will send over the Mona Lisa, no... just to make friends."

Taracin stared at Makado,

"Being friends with you right now is not a good option."

Makado paused for a moment.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for reminding me."

The old man spoke wearily.

“I know… I know about the prophecy; we’ve all misunderstood it.”

Makado coughed again, and the old man waved his hand, causing golden flames to ignite around the room.

"Distinguished guests from another race, let's make a pact, for the sake of our friendship with the deceased."

"For the sake of the little Death Guard."

Talathin held up the little creature in his hand. "I'm now thinking about how to give Corax a share of Nurgle's authority—I understand why the Nurgle army likes Nurgle spirits."

Chapter 513 A Breathing Moment

Above Kadia, the demonic tide receded, and a group of disheveled people were moving forward.

What is the plan?

Go aboard the Vengeful Spirit.