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

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Finally, the two demigods met in the center of the red carpet.

Killman maintained his perfect smile; had a different politician present, his smile would have appeared awkward and professional by now.

But standing here now is Robert Guilliman, his smile warm and gentle, like the delighted smile that appears when meeting an old friend.

【brother,】

Killieman spoke first, extending his hand.

He watched as Mortarian's gaze slowly swept across the square, hidden in the shadow of the hood.

The platform at the Titan Gate is enormous, not to mention that it is only the entrance to the Battle Plaza. In addition to the Battle Plaza, there are other plazas connected to it, each of which is large enough to accommodate the Titan legions allied with the Ultramarines.

The blue of the sky and the Legion was reflected on Mortalian's eyelids; in the distance, the flags of both armies fluttered spontaneously in the residential areas.

Killieman's hand hung awkwardly in the air, and for a moment, the vast platform and the hundreds of thousands of people on it fell silent.

Mortarian's gas mask hissed silently.

The Lord of Death chuckled softly.

Then, as if remembering something funny enough, Mortarian laughed, reaching out his hand as he laughed—but not to Guilliman.

Mortarian removed his hood, his dry, straw-like white hair bristling. Then, Mortarian skillfully rested his scythe on his shoulder and used his other hand to remove his gas mask, revealing cracked lips.

Mortarian bent slightly—he was slightly taller than Guilliman—and extended his hand to Guilliman.

His eyes were squinting with laughter, but even Guilliman would have a hard time discerning whether the Lord of Death's laughter was mocking or genuinely benevolent.

【brother.】

Mortarian hissed, and he smiled.

As expected of Makula.

He said it in an odd tone, his eyes crinkling with wrinkles from his smile.

Now Guilliman is completely unable to tell whether Mortalian is praising him or hoping to stab him in the back.

Regardless of which one it was, for some reason, Guilliman didn't feel well.

Why not Hades?

Guilliman was thinking this when the two Primarchs shook hands, unaware that Mortarion opposite him was thinking the same thing.

In addition, Mortalian's grip was very strong, and Guilliman heard his gauntlets creak and groan.

That's all for today. I'll try to write more to accumulate some points, and then I'll post more often, while also trying to post regularly.

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Chapter 424 Guilliman Has a Mother

In the reception room of Macurag, Mortarian remained silent.

He sat casually in a slumped position in the armchair, with a sickle placed beside the armrest.

Behind Mortarion, on a sofa the size of a Space Marine, Vox and Garo sat upright.

The original-sized single sofa in front of him was empty; the other participant in the conversation had not yet arrived.

Ms. Euton walked slowly, this slightly elderly noblewoman carrying a teacup that was far too large for her size.

She walked clearly toward Mortalian, and Vox, sitting behind Mortalian, was certain he saw his father's slightly uneasy posture.

Mortarian straightened up slightly, and at the same time, he pressed his gas mask, and the murky gas emanating from the holes in the mask disappeared.

Mortarian pondered for a moment. If he stood up, he would have to squat down and bend over to barely reach the mortal lady's tea.

So he remained seated and accepted the tea from Ms. Euton.

Mortarian lowered his eyes, watching the black and yellow oil residue between his fingers rub against the smooth white porcelain, and he felt good about it.

Yodon gave a warm smile, then turned and sat on the side sofa next to the empty one. Mortarian stared at her, holding his teacup, but he wasn't about to remove his mask.

"Nice to meet you. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Robert Guilliman's adoptive mother, Tarasha Euton."

Yodon spoke calmly, noticing a slight pause in the Lord of Death's eyes as if he were recalling the meaning of an obscure word.

...foster mother.

Mortarian thought,

She was Robert Killieman's adoptive mother.

He thought of his adoptive father, and then of how, with Hades' help, that damned thing's head had fallen to the ground.

He had no adoptive mother, Mortalian thought. Since he met Hades and Karas, neither of them had a mother either. Hades never mentioned his parents, but Karas would occasionally mention his mother who died young in the deepest of nights.

As far as Motalian knew, Karas's mother was a strong and great mother.

This was his only concept of "mother".

So... will Yoton be like that too? Or will he be like his adoptive father, or even better?

Mortarian thought, but it didn't matter. The Lord of Death was indeed surprised that Guilliman had a mother, but that wouldn't affect his subsequent mockery and anger towards Guilliman in the slightest.

Meanwhile, in the skies above Macurag, the Death Guard's navigator family is currently working overtime.

Once they find another way to the real battlefield, the Death Guard will leave immediately, not lingering in this damned place for even a moment longer.

Mortalian didn't want to know why a lamp would be lit in a peaceful starfield, as if it were a cry for help.

Or does Killieman believe that the situation has indeed reached the point where reinforcements need to be sought?

Mortarian felt his anger burning quietly. Calm down, calm down, Mortarian told himself. You can't... trust an optimistic fool too much.

Seeing that Mortalian remained silent and did not answer Yoton, Yoton took a breath, then continued with a smile,

“I’m sorry that Guilliman didn’t arrive in time; he seems to have some urgent business with the Legion.”

Mortarian nodded slightly.

【understand.】

He said this in a muffled voice, and then fell silent again.

"Isn't your commander in the legion? I've heard he's very fond of Macragge; Killieman once gave him two Macragge tapestries."

Beneath the hood, Mortarian's previously empty eyes suddenly focused on Yodon, sharp as a wild beast.

He's not currently with Deathguard, so how do you know he is?

Yodon smiled.

"Those two tapestries are treasures from the Connor family's collection."

...Motalian remembered that he had let that crazy oil geezer steal those two damn things.

Hades clearly liked those two tapestries very much.

Motalian said dryly,

Yoton smiled gently.

“I had long heard of this outstanding commander within the Death Guard, who was skilled in diplomacy and dedicated to ensuring people’s well-being and prosperity—I thought the Death Guard must be such a legion.”

Besides asking Guilliman for information about the Death Guard, Yodon would naturally consult her own intelligence network, which is why even Primarchs sometimes find it difficult to deal with some highly respected nobles.

To some extent, the nobles who rule an entire star field have a more cunning and keener political sense.

Moreover, this noblewoman is Eudon, the one who raised Primarch Robert Guilliman, even though she is old, even though she bakes cookies every day now, even though her brilliance is overshadowed by her husband, King Connor, and her son Robert Guilliman.

But what bad intentions could she possibly have? She's just a mother trying her best to share the burden with her son.

There were some things that Yodon realized were not suitable for Primarchs to discuss; they were all too sharp and unwilling to be outmaneuvered in a conversation.

Mortalian couldn't understand why this damned noblewoman had started trying to communicate with him.

But she's right; he can't ignore it.

The Death Guard is dedicated to overthrowing tyranny and liberating the oppressed.

Motalian added,

[And post-war reconstruction and development.]

This is something Hades has always insisted on, and now, it is also what Mortalian and the Death Guard uphold.

Yoton spoke,

"A noble pursuit, my lord: to build a paradise for humanity. This is what the Ultra Warriors strive for."

A hiss echoed from beneath Mortarian's mask. He recalled the Makrag he had seen, if judged by the standards of the Lord of Death—

Then, Mortarian would think that the people here are a bit too leisurely and lazy.

Macurag is permeated with a hedonistic languor; people work very little each day, then go home to rest, having plenty of energy for entertainment.

Mortarian saw the people who had flocked to the square just to watch the Death Guards land, and the flags they had hung up and the makeshift gas masks they had made with their spare time.

...To be honest, Mortarian doesn't like it here.

Moreover, considering the galaxy being torn apart at this moment, Mortalian found it hard to imagine that such a peaceful and tranquil place could exist within this raging inferno.

Guilliman even lit a silly, glowing warp light bulb in this star system, as if afraid the war wouldn't reach it.

A suffocating breathing sounded from under Mortalian's respirator; all of Barbarus's shipping lanes had long been heavily guarded at the Lord of Death's request.

but……

Mortarian thought silently.

People here don't have to work much, and even if they do, they can choose any job they like. On the transport plane, the Lord of Death also saw the prosperous streets of Macurag and the food stalls set up there.

To his surprise, the food stalls were decorated with flags of both armies.

...Motalian now understands why Hades longs for Macragge.

For Hades, that lazy, good-for-nothing guy who procrastinated on work and stole food, there was no reason for him not to like this place.

Mortarian remained silent, a terrible thought rising in his mind: what if Hades wasn't a Barbarusian, but a Macraglian—

Perhaps given Hades' personality, he would never have chosen to become a Space Marine.

Because the environment in Macurag itself was sufficient to meet his already limited personal needs.

Hades was not warlike, and Mortarion knew that.

Mortarian fell into a long silence, but what could he possibly say in the end?

He just scoffed inwardly, thinking, "No wonder it's Macurag."

Motari steadied himself, staring at Yodon. The Lord of Death thought, "Guilliman has Macragge and a foster mother. He grew up in this lazy environment filled with false hope."

Then his foolish and arrogant behavior can be explained.

Mortalian slowly thought that it was good that Hades and Karas would remind him of his mistakes, even though neither of them were by his side now.

But at least this way, he won't be as foolish as Guilliman.

The Lord of Death's hoarse voice rang out, suppressing his rage, frustration, and sarcasm. Now was not the time for such things.

Perhaps when Guilliman arrives, he can simply make a few sarcastic remarks, mock his foolishness, and then turn and stride away.

Ms. Yodton, the prosperity of Macurag is undeniable.

Motalian said he was thinking about how to put the woman's overly strong urge to talk to him down.

"But you're not entirely satisfied with this place?"

Euton said, but there was no aggression in her eyes.

Motarian let out a frustrated sigh. What was the point of talking to this kind of person? It was all nonsense, utterly pointless. He hated nonsense.

He should have spoken to Guilliman, who was actually in charge, and loudly mocked his stupidity. Then the naive blue-armored man would have seriously reflected on his foolish behavior—at least Mortalian did his best to prevent Guilliman from making the same mistake again.

Life here, and the people here, are so relaxed.

"Motalian said impatiently,"

Do they know what's happening right now?

Yodon smiled.

"Perhaps they don't know what happened, but the Legion does."