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

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Yodon concealed it well, but Mortarian believed that in this situation, the person who needed comfort the most was Yodon.

But this strong woman chose to step forward and help Robert Guilliman govern his empire.

"...This is your matter, ma'am."

Mortarian said, spreading his hands with a hint of regret that such an excellent woman would have raised such a Primarch.

He stared at Yodon… Mortarian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Would you mind if I took a look at your location in warp space?

Motarian said this, and Yoton laughed. She thought Motarian was joking, but no, that wasn't the case.

Aside from Hades and himself, Mortarian was able to perceive people's vague destinies through numerology.

If he were facing a psionicist, Mortarian could even foresee, or sense, what the psionicist was going to do next—even if the psionicist was a stealthy one, Mortarian could still find out through numerology.

Ignoring Mrs. Eudon's tired yet somewhat relaxed smile, Mortalian began to calculate.

Numbers are crucial; they are the most critical part of numerology.

……

A deep hiss came from Mortarian's gas mask.

Thank you, ma'am.

He said calmly,

"what happened?"

No...it's nothing...it's just that your trip might have to be canceled.

Mortarian replied,

But I understand your good intentions, and I will go to visit those...children and veterans on your behalf.

Motarian looked up, and Garo silently stepped forward.

【Protect this lady, Gara. Go to the Death Guard's logistics department and get a few sets of auxiliary military protective suits.】

[...Also, call Gage over. I need the right-of-way on Macurag Street. This isn't a request; it's a notification.]

Mortarian rose heavily, picking up the scythe beside him.

[Order the Ultramarines to immediately seal off the city, prohibit residents from leaving their homes, and implement wartime rationing.]

He didn't think he was being overly cautious.

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Chapter 440 Mortarian Decides to Wage a Plague War

“Sir, we are about to enter the Otlamar star system—but my thermal sensors tell me that you are currently in a state of agitation.”

The golden beast bowed low, its metal form bending beside the gaunt old man, the gold and black stone ornaments on its red robe swaying.

Makado opened his eyes, which had been closed as if he were feigning sleep.

With his deep-set eyes, Makado glanced at Sage King with the piercing gaze of a hawk.

Jin remained unmoved.

After a long silence, Makado finally let out a deep sigh.

"He...he told me what happened to Cartier in the end."

Jin's indicator light flashed wildly for a moment, then he said calmly,

"My Lord, I do not understand what you mean."

Makado paused, feeling the turbulence of the ship as it sailed, recalling the scene he had just witnessed through the chaos of the warp.

Macado staggered, gripping the scepter tightly for support.

"...Perhaps I should be nicer to him."

The old man muttered softly to himself, then chuckled softly.

"No...maybe I should have used a little more force at the end."

Makado stood up, feeling the immense psionic shock coming from the Emperor's side as the Star Torch extinguished and the impact arrived.

He was certain that something had attacked the Webway, but by this time he had left the solar system, and Makado was unsure what it was or the extent of the damage to the Webway.

However, judging from the feedback level of the human lord's psychic energy...

...This is at least better than initially expected.

Makado gave a wry smile. His old bones weren't of much use to the Lord of Mankind.

The Lord of Mankind will handle it. The Imperial Guard and the Imperial Fist are currently on Terra, and the Salamanders, under the Emperor's command, have also begun to return to defend the network beneath the palace.

Makado smiled wryly. He really shouldn't have stayed hidden in Terra any longer. Before this, the Imperial Regent had always remained hidden in the Emperor's shadow.

This always makes people forget that Macado was also a brilliant human star.

Makado sighed again. His friend Hades had fearlessly charged into his battlefield, and it was time for this old man to risk his life.

However… before that, Macado thought, looking at the glittering little dot on the star map—Macurag, their ships were already very close to it.

The old man frowned—not only because he was troubled by having to explain Hades' situation to the Primarch there.

More importantly, he sensed an unsettling aura in that star system—

...Something has locked onto Mortalian.

Macardo concealed his once again somber gaze beneath his hood.

Things might be more complicated than he imagined.

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Mortarian strode down the streets of Macurag, where he could see the heads of people moving about.

Guilliman's second-in-command, Gage, caught up with Mortalian. Even though the Primarch wasn't running, Gage still had to jog to keep up with Mortalian's pace.

"Sir, you wish to obtain temporary overall security authority over Macurag."

[This is the highest temporary authority, including authorization to commence hostilities, all personnel to be on alert, regional blockade, and resource mobilization.]

Gage's voice stopped, but a moment later, his serious voice rang out again.

“My lord, I am unable to delegate these powers to you due to the instructions of Lord Robert Guilliman.”

The tall, thin, pale giant glanced at Gage casually, and Gage was certain that in that instant, he felt a murderous intent, a sensation that brushed against the back of his neck, sending chills down his spine.

[The kind, responsible junior commander, Robert Guilliman]

Motalian said,

I will only emphasize this once: I am here to save the lives of the majority of people, and to prevent humanity from falling into the hands of the Warp as much as possible.

I have no interest in the war glory, political correctness, human rights correctness, and everything else you talk about—things that have absolutely nothing to do with life and resources.

Mortarian's hoarse voice was like the scales of a viper slicing across the stone path of Macurag, the viper spitting out its tongue, winding its way up Gage's legs, and coiling around his neck.

I'm not interested in Macurag.

Motalian said,

But Macurag must not fall.

[Do you understand now, Commander Guilliman?]

Gage swallowed hard; the Primarch was putting pressure on him, and he knew it.

The first leader pondered, weighing his options like a typical extreme warrior, before finally speaking.

“My lord, the Ultramarines will assist the Death Guard in this battle, but you must give us a reasonable explanation—we need to weigh the risks.”

Mortarian let out a sneer, about to mock—

The Lord of Death halted his steps.

Gage, who was chasing him, suddenly took a step forward. He wanted to ask the Lord of Death what had happened, but he saw Mortarian slowly raise his head and look up at the sky.

[...not just here.]

Mortarian held out his hand, gesturing for Gage to hand him the control board.

Gage handed it over, and the Primarch opened the star map, circling the first fallen world.

Then Mortarion opened the map of Macurag and skillfully circled the key hubs and streets.

The Lord of Death held the command board to his side, then released it. The board slipped from his fingers, and Gage quickly caught it.

[Four minutes... no, three minutes later, you will receive news that Ax has fallen.]

A hiss came from beneath Mortarian's gas mask, completely ignoring the shocked Gage, and he continued calmly.

[Station troops in the streets and hubs I've circled. Tell the mechanical sages to now patrol the Macurag water circulation system and summon all the apothecaries.]

Gage glanced briefly at the original's handwriting.

"You mean—the plague?!"

The Lord of Death laughed.

If only it were just a plague.

Mortarian said,

[Now, a complete lockdown is in effect. If your Makulagar people still wish to escape, the Death Guard won't mind providing some non-lethal gas grenades—just one, and an entire main road will be unsuitable for any carbon-based life form to breathe for the next week.]

Mortarian looked up again; thick clouds were gathering in the sky.

It's going to rain.

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Seven is in a bad mood.

Even though he successfully became an immigrant to Macurag, the fear in his heart still did not dissipate.

A huge void is devouring him.

He felt uneasy, he felt fear, he felt out of place and incredulous at the dense crowds and the rapidly advancing world of Macurag.

It shouldn't be like this.

Seven thought of his home planet, Ax, a peaceful and idyllic agricultural world where nothing would change and the world would achieve eternity through the cycle of crops.

He subconsciously scratched the scars on the back of his head; they felt like ripe, heavy berries.

The whispers of the gods echoed in his ears. He sat up from his hospital bed and nervously walked toward the hospital stairwell, heading to the third basement level.

There, he met the remaining six people.

"Relax."

"Raton muttered."

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