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

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Mortarian kept a close eye on Fernus's movements.

You're not bad either.

Fernus made a fair and objective judgment.

Mortarian laughed.

At least my hands aren't made of iron.

He said he also took a big gulp at the same time.

Previous interactions had already made Fernus accustomed to Mortalian's occasional sarcasm. Fernus moved his hand, and in the Death Guard's dimly lit reception room, the metallic luster dimmed.

Finus carefully chose his words, recalling their earlier conversation, as Mortarian's words and actions gradually formed a clear thread—

I think... I'm the first one you've met?

Motarian clicked his tongue, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

[They were the first ones capable of rational communication.]

Fernus spoke in a hoarse voice,

Then I imagine your last experience wasn't very pleasant.

Mortarian's smile deepened, but it was tinged with a hidden pain.

You guessed right, so I don't expect many normal people to appear in this "family."

Finus took another sip of the liquor. After the initial spiciness, he was now getting used to the cloudy liquid. The stimulation from the toxins was waning, and he was even starting to find it bland.

After all, he survived on Medusa by eating carrion and rusty metal screws, while this drink is at least made from plants and proteins.

But you yourself do not possess the qualities that would earn my trust, Mortarian.

Mortarian completely ignored Fenus's accusations and casually spoke.

This conversation is your opportunity, not mine, my brother. Haven't you realized that yet? Don't challenge my last remaining goodwill, Finus.

I always thought that of the three of us, only Vulcan possessed any goodwill.

Phenus opened his mouth,

What do you want, Mortalian? Or rather, what can I offer in exchange for your "goodwill"?

He looked at Mortarion and muttered something under his breath. Then the Lord of Death raised his hand to drink, and when he put the glass down again, only black dregs remained.

[You need to prove your worth first, Finus—stop hesitating. If you still think I'm fooling you, you're free to leave the Endurance at any time.]

"Is it because he's drunk?" Mortarian said, slightly annoyed.

Phenus remained silent, downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, and then looked at the small wine jug.

However, I must point out that your hospitality is rather poor, Mortalian. You don't offer your guests good wine?

For once, Mortarian froze, then laughed, picked up the jug to pour wine for Fenus, and filled his own jug as well—this time he didn't dilute it with "water".

It was my fault.

Mortarian's eyes were lined with wrinkles, and he was smiling.

I suggest you only drink a little for the first time, and don't swallow it yet. This is my special brew, and it's stimulating enough for the original body.

Phenus raises the cup.

You underestimate me. Perhaps you don't know the living conditions Medusa endured. Only a brave soul who could swallow steel nails could survive in that scorched earth.

Then he drank—

Finus almost spat out his drink; blood was flowing from his mouth. He could taste the metallic sweetness mixed with the bitter liquid, a strange and incongruous flavor. But he soon lost that sense because the flesh on his tongue had melted into the wine.

Hmm.

Mortarian watched Finus’s performance with amusement, silently counting down the seconds in his mind: one second, two seconds… On the fifth second, Finus finally swallowed.

Fenus's own resistance to poison was indeed quite good. Mortarian silently took a big gulp; perhaps he could try cyanide next time.

Fernus looked at Mortalian in disbelief.

"You usually drink this? This is...too stimulating."

"Now you realize my perfect hospitality, Finus."

Finus looked away, smacked his lips as if savoring the feeling, then carefully raised his glass, smelled it, and took a tiny, tiny sip.

It seems I misunderstood you before.

Finus heard the screaming sound from his esophagus. He felt as if his stomach had perforated, and cold liquid was being squeezed into his intestines through his abdominal cavity. It hurt, but it was nothing to them.

Phenus took another big gulp.

So, Mortarion, more than one, right? If you're so cautious, then... it's not just... Fugen?

The pain in his intestines effectively suppressed the pain in his soul; the image of his dearest friend became blurred in the pain, making the words easier to speak.

Motarian ignored him and poured himself a third cup.

【continue. 】

Motalian said.

Finus clenched his teeth, and his gums were bleeding.

Does he know about this? Have you talked to him about it?

Mortarian glanced at him.

[I remember saying at the beginning that this "family" is full of freaks. How good do you think the "father" of such a "family" could be?]

【but,】

Mortalian leaned back on the sofa, seemingly disgusted by his own words, which seemed to spew out like snot from his mouth.

He is trustworthy, and we have no other choice but to trust him—most people are untrustworthy.

【……Why? 】

Mortarian spoke somberly.

Because my commander chose him, and I trust my commander.

This statement plunged Phenus into a long silence.

Okay, I take back my apology. You're a freak, my brother.

Mortarian raised his hand,

You should remember him—Hades, the master of the Order of Silence in the Empire. If you're not stupid, you should know what that title means.

Phenus fell silent again, remembering Hades, past contacts, and the rumors of those who had returned from studying on Mars.

I didn't see your commander in this campaign. Was he transferred by the Empire?

Mortarian nodded.

The next moment, Phenus breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his wine, and took a sip.

So our father is also taking action, that's wonderful!

But in an instant, his face turned pale again.

Will he dispose of the defective products directly?

Mortarian spoke slowly.

"And what will you do then, Fernus?"

Finus opened his mouth, as if to say something, to do something, but then closed it again. He thought of Fugen, he thought of those years, and finally, trembling, he said…

I hope... at least by then my memories will be completely erased.

Mortarian burst into laughter.

I appreciate your answer, but since I and the Death Guards are still around, I don't think he's that demanding.

Finus kept his head down and went straight for the wine jug.

But things didn't go as he expected.

The wine jug is empty.

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In my first life, I was kept by a scheming woman for 10 years. She said she only saw me as a brother, and then she got into someone else's car.

In my second life, I realized my mistake: I'll never be a sycophant again! I saved a rich, beautiful, and beautiful senior, thinking I could finally have a sweet romance and live a carefree life. But who knew that this yandere senior would create a lifelong psychological trauma for me?

In my third life, I've finally understood! I've truly understood! If I were to fall in love again, I'd be a dog!

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Chapter 336 Love Comes from the Death Guard

If Hades could see how much others liked him, he would be puzzled as to why the Medusa lord Phenus Manus's favorability towards him would increase by ten every now and then.

Even though he couldn't see how much others liked him, Hades could tell that Makado's patience with him had reached its limit, so he wisely chose to speed up his speech.

"Old Magnus, make sure you remember this: Fugen's stabbing sword, Perturabo's psychological problems, Koz's prophecy, Angron's nails—ah, I'm going to deal with that, so it's all over now. Magnus, don't let him play with psionic powers anymore. Be careful after Horus becomes the Warmaster. Luo Jia... Luo Jia, also pay attention to your mental health. And Alpha and Omega—don't let their nine heads bite each other."

Hades bowed, placed his hands on Makado's shoulders, and quickly finished speaking, but Makado responded with a slightly impatient and helpless expression.

Hades,

The old man spoke slowly.

What are you carrying on your back?

Hades was stunned.

"The Sword of the Nemesis".

"To make it easier for you to understand, Hades, let me give you a very simple example."

Makado whispered.

"Since the sword of nemesis is no longer on its intended path, how can you expect the sword of piercing to still reach its former position?"

Hades ka ka,

"But at least those Primarchs I just mentioned all have some psychological issues... if they are guided..."

Makado waved his hand, interrupting Hades.

"Hades, can you name a psychologically healthy—or in other words, an incorruptible Primarch?"

Hades fell silent for a long time, then squeezed out a name from between his teeth.

"...Khan."

Makado nodded, then shook his head.

"The Khan trusts neither the Empire nor the Emperor, and that is his problem."

Hades stared at Macado.

"This shouldn't be a problem for the empire and the emperor—"

Makado raised his hand, and crackling flashes of psionic energy gathered in it—a threat, like a warning light flashing. Hades wisely changed his tone in time.

“I still hope you can establish a management and oversight mechanism for Terra and the Legion, Macardo, although it’s not very realistic.”

Macardo shook his head; the old man's wise yet weary gaze pierced through his hood.

"Hades, it takes at least a week for an order to be sent from Terra and received by the nearest Legion, and the order is transmitted via the Astral Court, which means that the waves of the warp can easily interfere with it."

"And the Empire's largest military institution is currently the Legion. How do you plan to restrain the Empire's largest violent institution?"

Hades took a deep breath, then he sighed.