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

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"Get out! Get out of here!"

A fog suddenly rose, and the little guards emerged from the ground, screeching as they raised their "rubbish" and scattered in all directions.

After much hesitation, Makado decided to hold the ritual on the Resilience. He took out some of his personal treasures and arranged them simply—better than nothing.

To summon the power of the warp, you need symbols and tokens; the more obvious the token's meaning, the easier it is to attract power.

Even a mortal, in an environment of debauchery and sensual pleasures, can easily attract the attention of lust if he has even a little greed.

Conversely, if there are no corresponding summons around, then the spellcaster's abilities become necessary. Psionicists use themselves as anchors to tear open the veil, while more powerful psionicists can draw upon targeted forces.

Makado is now facing the latter situation. On the impoverished and completely unrelated Sea of ​​Slaanesh, the old man has to rely entirely on his own strength to guide the six desires psychic powers from the warp.

Mortarian frowned, his eyes beneath the hood revealing neither joy nor anger, as he stared at Macardo kneeling on the ground—something about the old man had completely changed.

Macardo's heavy breathing finally subsided. Leaning on his cane, he slowly rose. Mortarian turned his head; Macardo's face looked even older.

Which part did you take?

Mortarian spoke, but Makado did not answer him. The old man took a deep breath and slowly removed the hood he had been reluctant to take off.

His deep-set eyes appeared even darker.

"right,"

Makado said,

"And... some others, which are not yet fully formed concepts."

Rather... it was a chaotic mix of greed.

“The Emperor…” Macardo paused, casually wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, “He changed his mind.”

What was the original plan?

"Motalian asked, and Macardo glanced at him. The Primarch was startled. Macardo had never had such a sharp look in his eyes before. He was more like a damp, sticky, treacherous minister behind the scenes, with perpetually murky eyes."

"He wouldn't be that greedy,"

Macardo took a deep breath, seemingly displeased by the discussion of the Emperor.

The old man raised his eyes and looked into the distant void.

"The remaining power—those powers that were purified under his might, along with his own power—went to Kadia."

[Imperial Regent, did you originally plan to sacrifice Fugen?]

Macardo glanced at Mortarian, and after a long silence, he gripped his scepter tightly, finally saying only,

"Be prepared to sacrifice everything..."

Makado looked up, staring at Mortarian with a strange expression.

"Motalian, if the Empire were to sacrifice you—would you gladly accept?"

【…】

I accept sacrifices that are worthwhile.

"Even if it's asking you to do the thing you least want to do?"

"Are you going to kill the commander of the Death Guard?"

Makado coughed violently, waving his hands as he spoke.

"No—you'll know when you get there."

Makado paused for a moment, as if talking to himself,

"...But I know you definitely won't like it."

Mortarian was about to say something with a frown, but the old man just coughed, waved his hand, and left. Macardo reached out, and the scattered jewels flew back to his scepter, where they were inlaid with layers of patterns.

Mortarian stared at the old man's departing figure... There was still one crucial point he didn't understand... If he wanted to imitate him, all he needed was Fuggen, so why did he need to give Makado the power of Slaanesh?

And there are things he definitely wouldn't like...

As the mist dissipated, the area where the towering primordial body had once stood was now completely empty.

Whatever it was, Mortarian thought, as long as it didn't corrupt him—only corruption was unacceptable.

But if it really was about killing the deceased… Mortalian’s thoughts paused for a moment.

……

If that was what the deceased wanted... then the sickle will be raised as usual... perhaps we shouldn't make that assumption.

Mortarian stopped thinking.

At that moment, a voice from the subspace rang in his mind; it was Makado.

Come here,

+...Also, Kadia is arriving soon.

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Corax decided to stop thinking about it.

He could no longer understand or reason about what had happened. On the Imperial Pride, the Raven Lord hurriedly tried to leave, but then, as the Imperial Pride sank into the Six Desires Palace, Corax soon found himself sinking into an unknown territory.

It looked like a corner of Slaanesh’s palace.

Unsurprisingly, he encountered Slaanesh's army there, but there were others as well.

He saw the Emperor's sons or Eldar forcibly imprisoned on instruments of torture. Corax ignored the Eldar, but he released some of the Emperor's sons.

During the conversation, Corax learned that this group of Emperor's sons, who had been tortured to the point of being almost unrecognizable, were the only loyalists of the Third Legion.

After being taken off the torture rack by Corax, some of them chose to commit suicide on the spot, while others vowed to follow Corax and take revenge on the traitors.

As they tried to rescue the emperor's son, the entire Slaanesh palace where they were located began to tremble, the temperature plummeted, and cold black tears began to seep from the walls.

The familiar feeling told Corax that it was Hades.

The Primarch calmly led his remaining forces through the chaotic fleeing and fighting among the demonic armies, attempting to find a way out of Slaanesh's territory.

but……

As the golden flames burned on the throne—

"Sir, you are radiating light."

Kolac flicked the lightning whip in his hand, and the Primarch looked down in confusion, only to see himself shining brightly.

He, a Primarch skilled in stealth, is now radiating golden light.

My child, go find the Second Kingdom.

+Reinforcements. +

The next moment, Corax and the other surviving sons of the Emperor awoke on a dilapidated ship that looked like it could fall apart at any moment.

The Primarch opened his eyes in despair and saw a smiling portrait of the Emperor on the ceiling.

The ship he was on was now heading towards the dark side of the empire.

Next time, Corax thought, the next time he saw Eldar, he would just kill them.

Great!

Chapter 510 Macado is about to strike hard.

“What I’m about to say, you must listen carefully…listen to it, Mortalian, understand?”

Macardo sat in the armchair, his sunken eyes red as if he had a fever.

The old man emerged and entered his room on the Resilience—the only room on board with a plethora of useless decorations. He sat upright in the center of the room on a patterned chair, his scepter resting flat on his lap.

Mortarion stood, staring at the seated Macardo—in the past, even when Macardo reprimanded him repeatedly, or even used psionic powers to physically admonish him, he would never speak to him while seated—everyone except the Emperor had to respect the Primarch.

Mortarian's eyes flickered, but he ultimately remained silent, standing before Macado and giving a casual reply.

Makado looked at Mortarian in silence.

After a long silence, so long that even Mortarian began to grow impatient, Macardo finally withdrew his meaningful gaze.

"I'm afraid this time I'm in grave danger."

Makado calmly uttered the first sentence, startling Mortarian, but he remained outwardly calm.

Makado raised his hand, interrupting Mortarian's attempt to speak. The Imperial Regent continued weakly.

"One for one, it's a great deal, no need to feel sorry for me anymore."

[Switching the deceased?]

Makado nodded slightly, while Mortarian frowned.

The value is unequal.

The Pale Lord pointed it out without hesitation. Makado paused for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

"Therefore, I need other forces!"

The old man shouted, laughing loudly, but his laughter sounded bitter no matter how you looked at it.

After laughing enough, Makado took a deep breath.

"I really don't know if having you by my side in the end is a blessing or a curse."

Motarian crossed his arms. "I'm just stating the facts."

"Fortunately, the empire doesn't need you to handle political affairs, and I don't need to improve your already non-existent political acumen and interpersonal skills."

Makado waved his hand, deciding to drop the subject, and his expression turned serious again.

Motarian wanted to say something in rebuttal, but remembering the current situation, he opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

"But you need to listen carefully from here on out,"

Makado said, "I can't always follow you; there are some things you have to do."

The Imperial Regent paused, looked at Mortarian, who gave him an affirmative answer, so Makado continued.

“Now,” a purple glow shimmered on Makado’s scepter,

"The deceased is in Slaanesh’s palace—while the other three gods have reached a brief understanding with the Emperor."

"We need to draw the dark domain of the [deceased] back to the vicinity of his physical body,"

Not inside his body?

The Pale Lord noticed the subtle difference.

"Not inside his body."

Macardo confirmed Mortarian's question, "Its true destination will be the Vengeful Spirit."

Mortarian frowned, but said nothing.

"The reason it's not above Kadia..."

Makado said in a low voice, "Firstly, the Empire cannot be the only one to bring back the [Dead]. Secondly, once the [Dead] return, the war will resume, and you can then utilize the [Dead]'s characteristics."

"two is……"

The old man stared intently into Mortarian's eyes.

"When the spirit of vengeance descends upon the [Dead], I will go to Kadia and remove the seal from the [Dead]'s body."

I'll go with you.

Motarian answered without hesitation.

My psychic powers are in no way inferior to yours.

"no!"

Macardo shouted resolutely, but then realized he had lost his composure. Taking a deep breath, he continued, speaking slowly and deliberately, with a serious tone.

"At that time, you must stay on the Vengeful Spirit."

[To hold off Horus?]

Macado nodded.