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

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Angron, unusually, didn't speak immediately. Hades, unaware that Angron was confused by him, quickly continued explaining his plan.

"I'll introduce you to Mortarian later. He's a nice guy, just not very good at socializing, but he won't poison you, so don't worry about that."

Hades thought to himself, "It might just draw some blood from you."

Wait a minute, bro, so...

Angron said hesitantly.

[You are the commander of the Fourteenth Legion, and the leader of the Order of Silence—yet you have a Thirteenth Legion blanket hanging in your lounge?!]

Hades blinked innocently.

"Yes, is there something wrong with it?"

Angron thought a lot in that instant, and in the end, the Primarch decided to attribute his inability to understand this matter to the fact that he had been away from the center of the Empire for too long. This was perhaps a common phenomenon, but he just didn't know it.

Angron grinned.

"Then I'll send you some good stuff from the World Eaters later. Whatever you want, Hades, take it."

Hades pondered; he couldn't very well hang two axes on the wall of the lounge, though it seemed like that would work.

He waved his hand,

"Thanks, Angron. I'll just take a couple of axes from your armory later."

A week later, Hades received a gladiator blanket that was slightly larger, heavier, and had coarser stitching than the Macurag blanket.

Two axes were also included.

Hades lifted the blanket and stared speechlessly at the wild, bloody arena depicted on it, which looked like it had been hastily sewn together.

I just don't know which unlucky person was summoned by the Lord of Red Sand to do this kind of thing.

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[Enough! Enough! You've said it so many times already.]

Angron casually patted Hades' shoulder armor with one hand, while impatiently picking at his ear with the other.

Compared to the interpersonal relationships of my brothers, you'd be better off learning a few axe-wielding tricks from Kahn.

Hades shouted.

"You have to listen, Angron! You're going to the Nicaea Conference!"

Angron frowned.

[This is just a meeting, not a battle, why are you taking it so seriously?]

Hades winked.

“Sometimes, a single sentence at a meeting of top decision-makers can ignite countless wars. Angron, you need to be a qualified decision-maker, not just a general.”

Angron shrugged indifferently.

[Being unable to fight battles, I can't even be called a general now.]

Hades burst into laughter, and he began to mockingly swing his axe wildly in front of Angron.

"It's been a long time since we've fought a war, you're itching for a fight, aren't you, aren't you?"

In the millisecond before Angron bared his teeth and his emotions began to shift towards rage, Hades decisively threw away his battle axe in a gesture of surrender, and at the same time began a rapid barrage of verbal attacks.

"Alright, Angron, you still have to listen. Listen carefully: the Nicaea Conference is a multi-Primarch conference initiated by the Emperor. You will serve as the Primarch of the World Eaters in the conference, expressing your unique views on whether to support the dissolution of the think tank, while gradually uncovering the chaotic interpersonal relationships among the many Primarchs."

Where did you learn so many strange sentence structures?!

Angron shouted, simultaneously picking up an axe and tossing it to Hades, signaling him to shut up.

[Didn't you say Mortalian and the Death Guard were not good with words?! Why are you talking so much?!]

Hades took a deep breath.

"It's because I've already spoken that they don't have to say anything! I'm just a pathetic messenger!"

"So now you're the World Eater's mouthpiece, brother!"

Hades suddenly stopped, staring at Angron with a serious expression. Angron looked at him in surprise.

What's wrong, bro?

"In fact,"

Hades said sincerely,

"I don't know what I went to Nicaea for. At least I can deduce that the Legion went to Nicaea to express their opinions and vote. I really don't know what I went there for."

[Your Majesty...didn't my father tell you what you were going to do?]

Angron paused,

Hades, aren't you the master of the Order of Silence? Since this is a discussion about psychic powers, you should definitely have a place here.

"I...I'm not sure if the Emperor needs my presence?"

Hades touched his nose guiltily.

"Brother, I don't think everyone accepts my existence as readily as you do."

Angron was puzzled again.

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Vox stood solemnly behind his Primarch, Mortarion, while the Lord of Death busied himself wearily at his potion station, the pungent stench wafting into Vox's nostrils.

[My company commander, you will go and meet up with the wolves.]

Motalian said hoarsely,

The wolves are all rough and unruly; I don't expect you to get along well with them.

Mortalian watched as the liquid slowly dripped into the distillation flask.

But they have evidence that could kill Magnus, Vox. We need the death penalty. Words can't kill; we must get the incriminating evidence.

Vox paused for a moment, then asked cautiously,

My Lord, what have the wolves discovered? Enough to sentence a thousand sons to death.

Mortarian put down the reagent tube he was shaking and turned to look at Vox.

【one person.】

"one person?"

Vox paused, then looked at Mortalian, who had narrowed his eyes in displeasure, before turning back around.

The Wolf King claimed he had discovered that the Thousand Sons manipulated other people's fates to spy on the secrets of other legions.

【but,】

Motari settled in for a while.

Unfortunately, while I hoped Magnus would die buried in the swamp with his thousand sons, I thought the evidence against the Wolf King wouldn't be enough to put that fraudster to death—perhaps we should try life imprisonment.

Vox pondered. He hadn't attended the banquet hosted by the Lord of Death and the Crimson King, but the fact that Garo, who had gone with them, returned with a grim expression, clearly spoke volumes.

Mortarian's opposition to Magnus was perfectly clear and unambiguous, and Vox knew this.

Can--

"Father, what are your views on think tanks?"

Vox asked cautiously. The main topic of the Nicaea conference was still the think tank issue, but it seemed that Mortarion was unwilling to abolish the Undertaker in the Death Guard, which seemed to be somewhat contrary to his views against Magnus.

Mortarian's calm voice rang out.

[The Legion can have a small number of think tanks; they would be the best source of early warning for the warp. But my brother Magnus has clearly gone too far astray; he needs to be punished.]

Walkston paused,

"So what will you say at the meeting, sir?"

Abolish think tanks.

Motalian said without changing his expression,

[Vox, the Death Guard does not have any think tanks. If anyone asks about this, say that the Death Guard abolished all think tanks after one of them went psychic out of control.]

Vox remained silent, while the Lord of Death mercifully explained on behalf of his dutiful company commander.

[Vox, Space Wolf, doesn't have a think tank either.]

[But I think when you go and connect with them, you'll discover a type of wolf called Rune Sorcerer, and perhaps quite a few of them.]

Mortarian bottled the potion, looking at the liquid in the small bottle with satisfaction. Then he turned around, squatted down, and clipped the small bottle to Vox's waist.

Here you go.

Motalian said,

[These are potions I concocted from the Custodians serving Hades, as well as a potion specifically for Sister Silent. Nicaea is the Emperor's territory; you'll encounter quite a few Custodians there.]

Then Mortarian looked up, and beneath his hood, he gazed intently at Vox.

Listen carefully, Vox. You will be the one to witness the Thousand Sons' guilt as the Death Guard, appearing behind the scenes where no one else can reach you. If the Wolf King produces evidence, let him present it—but I don't believe Magnus will remain unmoved.

[If Magnus makes a move, remember, Vox, your goal isn't to stop Magnus, but to make a big scene, to bring it to the forefront, to let everyone see that the wizard is trying to cover up his crimes, to throw everything into chaos. Then, we'll have irrefutable evidence to convict him.]

Motalian spoke softly, patting Vox on the shoulder and sighing.

Go ahead without worrying about the wolves. A temporary partnership doesn't mean we're their true allies.

Mortarian stood up and turned back to tidy up the potion station.

[Vox, remember to go to the armory and get plenty of white and black bullets.]

As the Lord of Death listened to Vox bow and leave, seventeen years had passed. He wondered if he would see the Lord of the Order of Silence at this Nicaea Conference on psychic issues.

Regardless, he will confront Magnus seriously and make this ugly wizard tear off his mask, his most heartfelt curse upon the psionicists.

3.3k, great!

354 Hades became increasingly confused, but Tzeentch would only find amusement in that.

354. Hades became increasingly confused, but Tzeentch would only find amusement in this.

The Nicaea Conference.

Hades silently pondered the word in his mind. He put on his black armor and let his servants come over to wax it—Hades usually refused such treatment because it was unnecessary.

But now he has to go to a meeting, and the attendees are obviously not just the emperor.

It took Hades too long to meet Angron, and the time flow of the Great Vortex was even more chaotic. Hades did not expect that when he came out again, the history of the Empire had entered the timeline of Nicaea.

This means Hades missed out on Ulano and the coronation of the Warmaster.

Hades was unsure of the Emperor's intentions; Horus remained the War Master, but from a practical standpoint, it was indeed the only option.

The other candidates are not capable of shouldering the responsibility.

Hades was unaware of what preparations the Emperor had made for Horus's possible fate.

Similarly, Hades was also unaware of the Emperor's intentions at this Nicaea Conference.

It is certain that even in the original work, the Emperor's intentions in Nicaea were not entirely innocent.

In the original work, the Nicaea Conference was actually a chaotic meeting with multiple factions vying for power.

This conference was actually divided into a story with an overt and a covert aspect. On the surface, people were debating, while behind the scenes, undercurrents were surging.

First, openly, the Primarchs and other mortal factions within the Empire were discussing and voting on whether to ban think tanks—

Motalian and Lemanrus are staunch opponents of think tanks, while the rest have expressed their opinions, with Angel, Fugan, Coz, Khan, and others supporting think tanks.

In short, the Primarch or their spokesperson would give a speech in a theater set up by the Emperor to try and garner votes for their views.

But in reality... Magnus had no chance of winning this meeting. Even the angels and Fugen, who were on Magnus's side, realized this. The Emperor's attitude was ambiguous, but it was by no means unseen.

The essence of this meeting was to put Magnus in a difficult position; the think tank issue was merely a small bait floating on the vast ocean of psionic topics.

but……

Hades blinked, sensing his dark aura; perhaps this was the Emperor's purpose in summoning him.