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

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Guilliman swallowed hard and continued speaking clearly and logically.

[With no Primarchs or Legions stationed in the other star systems, and with the Star Torches extinguished and communications disrupted, considerable unrest is bound to occur.]

That's their business.

Motarian said calmly,

"And what is your matter, Mortarian?"

Guilliman countered with a question, Motari paused, and then the Lord of Death spoke.

Find the beginning of it all, and then end it all.

Do you know where the starting point is, and how to end it?

Mortarian fell silent, then his voice rang out through gritted teeth.

【……No.】

Guilliman opened his arms, raised an eyebrow, and stared at his stubborn brother.

Mortarian took a deep breath.

At least Death Guards should be on the battlefield, not wasting their time here.

It's peaceful here, very...good, we're not needed.

Mortarian said he saw a smile on Guilliman's lips, and the Lord of Death decided to take back what he had just said.

Brothers, you can only be truly effective by staying here. Before the situation becomes clear, every bit of strength should be preserved and kept dormant, not wasted.

Mortarian thought back to the blood in the Death Guard's interrogation room some time ago.

Mortarian remained silent, then strode off the dueling platform, the scales of decision swaying.

The Death Guard is indeed unable to calibrate its direction, which is a rather tricky problem, and... Guilliman is also right about one thing: he doesn't know what's going on.

If it's Makado... Mortalian thought, that psionicist would definitely know something. Hades had worked with Makado, who was also in charge of the Silent Order's logistics. If he wanted to get some information, he couldn't possibly miss Makado.

It seems you really want an ally, Guilliman.

Mortarion said he casually wrapped the bandage on his scythe around the wound on his arm. In order not to cause injuries that would affect their subsequent fighting, both Primarchs wore light armor and fought very restrainedly.

[Then next time you should treat your ally kindly, instead of inviting him to the dueling arena as soon as he lands.]

Mortarion said, walking toward the door, his route passing by Yodon, who was holding a cup of tea and had been nervously watching the two Primarchs fight.

Mortalian was certain he had shown Madam Yoton how well-suited Robert Guilliman to being treated roughly; the Primarch was indestructible, and Guilliman was far too spoiled.

Rewind fifteen minutes, and he tried to slam Guilliman's head to the ground, while Guilliman retaliated by kicking him hard at the same time. Mortalian coughed up blood, certain that the blue dwarf had dislocated his internal organs.

Mortalian breathed calmly. He heard Guilliman's exclamation behind him. He casually walked over to Yotton and very naturally took the tea that Mrs. Yotton had prepared.

Motalian wouldn't dwell on details like who the tea was intended for.

Thank you, ma'am.

He said this, then took the tea and left. Mortarian took off his mask, took a sip of tea, and...

The Death Guard will make a brief stop in Macragge before its navigator finds the correct course.

Mortalian stretched out his hand and waved; behind him, Guilliman could only see a teacup the size of a Primarch in Mortalian's hand.

"Then," Mortarion sneered, "thank you for taking me in, Lord Macragge."

【where did you go?!】

Guilliman's final, furious shout came from behind Mortalian.

Mortarian smiled.

Look at Makula.

The Lord of Death's soft voice blew from the corner of the door.

Killieman sighed softly; he was filled with regret for his recent mistake.

But thankfully, another brother is on his way.

Yay! Double update!

Chapter 426 Angron, Making a Grand Entrance

Angron has been living in a state of unease for the past few days.

With the starlight extinguished, the World Eater's ships were damaged in the warp turbulence, but thanks to Captain Salin's command, the World Eater did not suffer too many losses.

Anglong paused, then subconsciously pressed his hand to the corner of his eye. He still remembered the feeling from that time, the feeling that his entire soul was burning and trembling, a feeling of mourning.

—What exactly happened?

Anglon pondered, the lifeless nails on his head reflecting the light, obedient and silent.

...Something happened to someone very important to him.

Angron realized that this was exactly what he was thinking; he trusted his intuition, a gift bestowed upon him by the Emperor.

But who could that person be?

Could it be an emperor? After all, the starlight has been extinguished.

Anglon believed that he might not feel such sorrow for the emperor.

Who could that be?

Angron thought that he might already have the answer in his mind.

...Hades.

Angron's thoughts trembled. He recalled the strange noises from the galaxy and the warp these past few days, and his lips twitched in disbelief, like a bitter smile.

He recalled the figure that burst forth from the blood mist, the one who carried him without hesitation out of the encirclement of the Khorne Demon Lord.

Yes!

Angron thought that if such a warrior were to extinguish the raging flame of his life, then those who would be worthy of his status, those who would be buried with him, and those who would weep for him would be the entire galaxy.

Whether he succeeds or fails, Hades is a true warrior!

Angron thought that if Hades succeeded, he would celebrate Hades' return; if Hades failed, he would complete the mission Hades had not finished.

Thinking of this, Anglong smiled and shook his head.

I don't know exactly what happened right now, and thinking about it is too far off.

Perhaps I will be able to witness the Empire bestowing honor upon Hades?

There was static on the communication channel; they had arrived.

Macurag, Anglon thought, he'd heard of it, that brother named Robert Killieman. He'd never met him, but he knew Killieman as if they'd known each other for ages—

Hades did indeed have an obsessive longing for Macurag.

Anglon thought he was becoming somewhat curious about Macurag.

Moreover, if Macurag's warp coordinates hadn't suddenly lit up, the World Eater would never have been able to find this place.

Now, Macurag's subspace projection is like a small star torch, casting light into other star systems.

Fortunately, neither Angron nor Mortarion are politically sensitive Primarchs; or rather, they have realized this, but they don't care.

If it were a Primarch like Horus, he might already be dissatisfied with the shining lighthouse of Phaeus in the land of Otramar.

The Phaeus Lighthouse shone brightly, attracting the gaze of everyone present.

In the chaotic currents of the warp, a slow, deliberate gaze was fixed on Ottarama with keen interest.

A low, hushed whisper began.

"The three have come together, and destiny flows back on its own, intersecting and overlapping on the other side, moving towards the right path."

"—He has lost. This is fate mocking Him. What He has recovered and what He has changed will all return to the right path."

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Port of Makula.

[Angron, brother.]

Angron naturally reached out and grasped Guilliman's hand; the gladiator's hand was broad and warm.

"Angron said cheerfully, taking a step forward and quite skillfully patting Guilliman on the back before giving him a hug. He felt Guilliman's stiff body before letting go."

Guilliman's stiffness is far better than Mortalian's.

Angron grinned, patted Guilliman's shoulder armor, and casually looked up at the azure sky and clean streets of Macurag.

Angron remained indifferent to all of this, since the streets of Nutheria were like this, aside from the arena.

The good news is that, under Guilliman's leadership, there are no oppressive buildings like the Colosseum in Mackrag.

Angron smiled and said loudly,

[Thanks for your hard work, brother. We were a little late because of that warp thing.]

Guilliman blinked sharply, then turned to look at Angron as if his newly met brother had been slashed across the face.

[I'm Robert Killieman, brother, welcome to Mackulag.]

Just as Guilliman began his welcoming remarks,

[You've arrived very quickly. To be honest, I didn't expect the World Eaters to arrive so soon.]

Killieman said he smiled with relief, perhaps without even realizing it, but Angron made him feel relaxed, like he was talking to a long-lost friend.

Anglong laughed loudly. He glanced at the ships moored in the harbor. Apart from the shimmering azure blue, there were also silent, somber white and green interspersed among them.

But it looks like we weren't the first to arrive?

Guilliman paused almost imperceptibly, a detail that Anglon noticed.

Killieman smiled and extended his hand.

[Mottalian's Fourteenth Legion's Death Guard is also here, but they may leave at any time.]

Angron seemed to be deep in thought.

So Hades is here too?

he asked casually.

Then, Angron saw Guilliman frozen in place. Guilliman slowly, very slowly, turned his head, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

No, my brother, Angron, Hades is not in Macragge.

Guilliman opened his mouth, then took a deep breath, as if trying to confirm something.

[You...you know Hades too?]

Angron burst into laughter, slapping Guilliman's shoulder armor so hard that Guilliman almost stumbled.

A true warrior makes friends with heroes from all corners of the land!

Angron spoke loudly, moving closer to Guilliman.

[Brother, do you really think you're the only one who noticed this unique soulless person?]

Guilliman quickly went through it in his mind. In fact, just like Danteok, Guilliman was often the only one who noticed the talents within each legion.

And even after that, they never forgot about it, always waiting for the day they hoped to come to Macurag.

Guilliman smiled and silently tried to distance himself from Anglon, who indifferently allowed Guilliman to do so.

The Lord of the Red Sands, hands on his hips, was intently observing the human landscape of Macurag during his conversation with Guilliman, as if trying to memorize it all.

I agree with your point of view.

Killieman said,

Talented individuals are scarce everywhere, let alone someone with high moral character.

Guilliman thought for a moment, recalling his pleasant conversation with Hades. In this vast galaxy, few people valued everyone's feelings as much as Guilliman did.

They do not wish to view "human beings in a broad sense" as a resource or a source of power. Even if they are the rulers and have to do so in their calculations, their starting point is still a better life—a better life for everyone.

This is why Guilliman so desperately wanted Hades.