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

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Yodon's calm voice rang out.

"Actually, sir, we are also being cautious about what happened at this moment. Everything happened too suddenly. The Star Torch went out, and all our long-distance communications were cut off."

Yodon shook her head, looking earnestly at Mortalian.

"In my personal capacity, sir, I request that you provide me with some information about the current situation. I am very concerned about Lord Guilliman because of recent events. He has been working continuously for several weeks, but due to our limitations, we still do not know what has happened."

“I heard from Guilliman that Death Guard, you, and Lord Hades are all exceptionally skilled anti-psychic individuals. Perhaps you know some information that we desperately need.”

Yoton said earnestly,

“You may not understand our actions, but this is the only thing we can do when we don’t understand the situation.”

Yodon paused.

“I’m sorry, sir, this is a mother’s urgent personal request. You may… not answer me.”

Mortarian fell silent.

If Hades were present, the diplomatically astute Hades would surely have called the despicable mortal nobleman a straightforward old farmer, Barbarossa.

While Mortarian was very perceptive of malice, he was indeed unfamiliar with how to deal with goodwill.

Mortarian breathed calmly, and after a long enough silence, he spoke again slowly, but with a hint of...respect in his tone.

Ms. Euton, you raised my brother Guilliman.

Motalian asked abruptly,

What would that feel like? Would you throw him off a cliff or into a pit of wild animals because you wanted him to become stronger?

He stared intently at Euton, his eyes gleaming.

Yodon hadn't expected Mortalian's focus to suddenly shift to her; the conversation had abruptly stopped, and she paused,

"No, I won't. I won't do anything cruel to Guilliman. If someone does that to him, I will do everything I can to protect him."

Yoton said firmly,

But these things won't kill him; Guilliman is the Primarch.

Motalian said,

“No, no, sir. It’s too much to talk about these things in front of a mother.”

Yodon said decisively, even if it meant she was rejecting a Primarch, and a Primarch with an eccentric personality who even Guilliman found troublesome.

Mortarian stared thoughtfully at Yoton, then slowly removed his gas mask.

He picked up the half-cold tea cup, took a sip, and emptied the cup instantly.

Clearly, Mortarian had never drunk tea before, or was unfamiliar with the etiquette of tea drinking.

But no one here will make things difficult for him because of this.

Mortarian swallowed the tea leaves, lost in thought.

You certainly don't seem like the type to do that, and I'm glad to realize you treated Guilliman kindly.

This is his mother… Mortalian thought, at least not the foster father who threw him off the cliff, which is why Guilliman treats his mother so well.

Yodon's words just now really shocked Mortarian.

Guilliman has a mother who cares about him… Mortalian thought, that’s really… strange.

Driven by this strange feeling, Mortarian decided to give this brave mortal woman a little more respect.

But his resolve to mock Guilliman would never waver.

It's strange, because Euton raised Killieman, he decided to respect Killieman's mother Euton, but he wasn't prepared to respect Killieman.

I retract my previous malicious speculation.

Motalian said dryly,

If you feel offended by this, then I retract my previous statement.

Yoton smiled, and she slowly lowered her guard.

"I was being too cautious,"

she says,

"It takes a lot of courage to speak with the Primarch, and you, sir—"

[They seem to be more likely to scare you.]

Motalian said,

I know that's what they all say.

With each planet we conquer, my brothers are hailed as kings and monarchs, while I am relegated to the titles of Death and Nightmare.

Mortarian laughed, removed his mask, and his dry laugh made him look even more terrifying.

Yodon smiled.

"But I know that's not the case. Appearance is by no means a standard for judging a person's character. Sir, I believe you are a noble person."

[A novel review.]

Motalian said, staring at the empty cup, the lone tea stalks floating at the bottom. He pondered; he didn't mind others commenting on him, though perhaps his brothers considered it rude.

But Mortarion actually allowed others to evaluate him or point out his mistakes; Karas and Hades did just that.

They saw through his own grotesque appearance and chose to point out his shortcomings frankly.

Mortarian thought to himself that his keen hearing detected footsteps outside the corridor.

The Lord of Death spoke slowly.

Ms. Euton, I must refuse your request; in truth, I don't know what happened either.

【but--】

Motarian said, putting down his cup and extending a hand to Euton.

[If you're interested, you're welcome to sit on Deathguard anytime. Deathguard is definitely safer than Macragge, I can guarantee that.]

The door was flung open, and Mortarian turned to see Guilliman staring incredulously.

Mortarian raised an eyebrow.

【Motalian!!!】

Killieman roared.

Now Guilliman wants to kill Mortalian.

Motalian, however, did not believe he had said anything wrong.

4.5 words, great!

Guilliman, feel this pain!

P.S., this volume is probably the only one with a relatively lighthearted feel to the Great Rebellion; I'm referring to the empire's surface appearance—while things seem peaceful on one side, the underworld is struggling and bearing a heavy burden.

After finishing Chapter 425

[Makulagh Daily Briefing]

The Fourteenth Legion's Death Guard successfully arrived on our planet and held thorough and in-depth discussions with Robert Guilliman, Lord of Macragge, specifically regarding the security and cultural environment of the five hundred kingdoms of Otramar.

[After the meeting, the two leaders went to the Ultramarines' training room for friendly discussions, demonstrating the deep friendship between the Ultramarines of the Thirteenth Legion and the Death Guard of the Fourteenth Legion.]

Lord Guilliman declared that this meeting was a victorious one, a...

In Guilliman's personal training room, on the dueling ring,

Mortarian let out a hoarse laugh, using his scythe as a cane as he slowly approached Guilliman, who was lying on his back, panting heavily.

Both of them were in a sorry state, but they didn't have many external injuries.

Mortarian walked over, a gloating glint in his eyes.

【weak--】

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed due to exhaustion. Guilliman quickly turned to the side, listening without a ripple of emotion to the sound of Mortalian's nose hitting the ground.

【draw,】

Killieman said that even though they had simulated combat before, he still couldn't understand Mortalian's seemingly bottomless endurance.

Even if you wish for a rematch, I will not accept a draw.

Killieman said calmly that he felt much better now than before the war, perhaps because he was too tired to think about anything else.

He no longer had the strength to be angry; after the surge of rage, all that remained was instinctive thinking.

The battle against Mortalian will be a protracted war, and Guilliman is quite certain that Mortalian's tactics include the option of "wearing out the enemy."

Mortalian let out a hoarse breath as he tried to sit up. He shouldn't have done the simulation training with Guilliman earlier; that damn blue-eyed guy had been learning all along.

If both of them hadn't intentionally withdrawn, Guilliman, who had fought Mortalian several times, might have had a higher chance of winning.

【All right,】

Motalian said slowly,

Who initiated this duel challenge?

Mortarian shakily propped himself up. He stood up, and in the white light of the top of the dueling platform, he looked like a tall, thin stick.

Motalian swayed, first picking up his scythe, then tilting his head and giving Guilliman a disdainful look.

Below the dueling platform, Garo and Vox stood with their arms crossed, saying nothing, while the other Ultra Warriors looked like they were about to scream.

Mortarian helped Gilliman up.

Guilliman simply said thank you, and Mortalian immediately let go, wiping his hand on the oil-stained part of the sickle.

You provoked us first.

Killie gritted his teeth, raised his hand to indicate to Gage that he was alright, and began to think about how to comfort the frightened Ms. Eudon, and how to adjust the current transport lines in the world of Ottara.

But at that moment, Killieman did feel a strange anger, even though it has now subsided.

Upon hearing Guilliman's words, Mortarian gave a dry laugh, recalling something amusing.

There's not much to say, you idealist. Watch your back—Death Guard should leave.

Even though he was still exhausted, a surge of energy began to rise within him. Motarian quickly put on his breathing mask and hood, preparing to leave.

【etc,】

Killieman said,

I just received a text message from Terra; Makado is on his way to Makulag.

Mortalian paused, his hooded hand hesitating.

Makado? That damned psionicist?

When did he arrive in Makula?

Mortarian asked,

"I don't know," Killieman said. "Subspace communications are very vague. This message from Makado is incomplete; this is all we can receive."

Kiliman paused,

[For this, I lost the few remaining psionicists I could still manage to work.]

Mortarian recalled his duel with Makado and gave a dry laugh.

[A cunning psionicist... Makado's psionic abilities are far more brutal than he appears.]

Killieman continued,

"I hope you'll stay a little longer, Mortarian?"

Although he emotionally wished that Mortalian was as far away from Earth as possible, rationally Guilliman knew that two Primarchs were stronger than one.

...He lamented in his heart once again why it wasn't Hades.

[You don't seem to be fully aware of the situation either. Right now, with two large legions in Altramar, we can easily absorb the human fleets that have been thrown into disarray by the warp turbulence.]