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

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"You want to get rid of me, Mortarian?"

Mortalian's mind went blank; he hadn't expected Hades to react this way.

That shouldn't be the sentence either.

【……no.】

"Not what?"

Hades waited patiently for the answer, while casually flipping through the documents on Mortarion's desk to get a better understanding of the Legion's current situation.

[That's not what I meant. You remain an irreplaceable and crucial figure to the Death Guard. You hold immense authority within the Legion, and the Death Guard doesn't want you to leave, whether you're a new recruit or a veteran. Your departure would be a devastating blow to the Death Guard.]

"After dealing with the lethal dose documents, Mortarion has also learned to speak in official jargon," Hades thought to himself.

"Then why do you want me to leave?"

Hades casually mentioned it, and continued to unleash true damage and critical hits.

I don't want you to leave.

"That'll do."

Hades reorganized the documents in his hand.

"It still depends on Terra's arrangements... My constitution is indeed a bit of a problem for me, but at least I don't want to leave the Death Guard, otherwise all my years of work would have been for nothing."

"All my hard work over the years has been thrown away for nothing?"

Mortarian immediately became serious and said,

Regardless of the circumstances, you will always be the one with supreme command of the Death Guard...

Then Mortarian choked up, seemingly with a resigned acceptance of death.

[...even if the Empire sent you to be a Ultramarines.]

...?

what?

Why would I want to become a warrior?

Hades hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly realized something. He turned around abruptly and saw the blue envelope—

He immediately ran to reach for the letter.

Realizing what Hades was about to do, Mortalian also rose in alarm. The Lord of Death unleashed an astonishing speed, perhaps even nine-tenths of his full potential, to snatch the letter that was already in Hades' hands and about to be opened—

The ultimate victor was Mortarion, while Hades went to the infirmary once again.

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small theater:

Garo silently watched the Ultramariner Blue in Mortalian's office...

Hopeless.

This veteran experienced this cruel reality firsthand for the first time.

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Chapter 297 The Arrival of Makado

No one expected that the person who came to Terra this time was Regent Makado.

Often, conflicts between Primarchs do attract the attention of the highest echelons of the Empire, but usually the messengers are from the Imperial Guard—the personal appearance of Regent Macardo certainly surprised those who knew the truth.

In fact, Mavenmacardo did not have a harmonious relationship with some Primarchs, especially Horus.

Perhaps because the emperor had given this gloomy-looking immortal too much power and trust, and because Regent Macardo had been managing the empire’s vast and cumbersome bureaucracy, the Wolf God did not consider Macardo “worthy of respect.”

Perhaps Horus's distrust was also related to his missing brother.

Macardo was aware of the Primarchs' private opinions of him, especially Horus, but for political reasons and the wishes of the Lords of Man, when the ships from Terra slowly sailed out of Mandeville, they first went to the territory of the Shadowmoon Wolves.

No one knows exactly what they discussed, but when the other two parties arrived, Horus maintained a polite and politically tolerant attitude, while Regent Macado wore a humble yet dignified smile on his long, thin face.

Hades did not think it was a good idea to bring the two Primarchs together again after Mortalian and Conrad Coz had fought.

But it seems that Macardo doesn't care about these things, perhaps because this powerful psionicist can suppress all the Primarchs present.

They invited the Midnight Lord and the Death Guard to a secluded meeting room on Vengeance Souls. Mortarion was annoyed by this, as he didn't want Conrad Coz to be within a kilometer of Hades, but Macardo specifically asked for Hades' name.

Damn psykers.

This is Mortarian's assessment of Macado.

So they ended up here together, heading to the Vengeance Souls' meeting room. Macardo's arrival put all three legions in a subtle, oppressive atmosphere.

Hades, like a tourist visiting the Soul of Vengeance for the first time, curiously surveyed the corridors they passed through. Others might not notice, but Hades discovered that all the routes they took had been heavily fortified with weapons.

Furthermore, the number of mortal servants was very small, and the soul flames detected in the Black Domain were mostly bright and resilient, appearing to be from Legion warriors.

It seems that the chaos left a deep impression on the Wolf God... not only on his two crazy brothers, but also on Hades's Dark Domain.

Hades thought to himself.

Within the Dark Domain's perception, he could "see" Mortarion quite tense, his soul fire dancing like a bursting flame; on the other end, at a sufficiently distant distance, Conrad Coz's soul fire appeared somewhat barren and chaotic, while constantly trying to leave the Dark Domain's range.

Hades didn't let him succeed. Even though the Dark Domain was being diluted again and again, he would never let Conrad Coz out of his sight again. He needed to be constantly vigilant.

Although Mortarian beside him was like an overly nervous, oversized bodyguard, looking like he might swing his scythe or throw the grenade from his waist at any moment.

Hades thought that Mortarian must be cursing Macado's arrangements in his heart.

Finally they arrived. Macardo sat there, his thoughtful eyes sweeping over the crowd from under his hood. He gave Hades a meaningful look, then quickly passed Mortarian (a mutual letting go for both of them). He glanced at Koz, the hunched giant seeming to be stung by his gaze, then looked at Severta, and finally Macardo closed his eyes.

Horus stood up to welcome his brother, giving Mortarian a slightly weary yet warm smile, then an apologetic one to Hades. But the smile of the wolf god quickly faded when he saw Koz and Severus.

Koz and Sevita were clearly oblivious to the changes made to the Wolf God.

In fact, everyone present ignored the aura emanating from Conrad Coz—the Lord of the Night had changed; he had become…more depressed and melancholic, exhibiting a silence that followed madness.

Severa wanted to shield his father from prying eyes and malicious speculation, but he was just a Space Marine, so he could only stand tall silently, showing no fear or timidity.

After Horus's welcoming voices faded, Makado's voice rang out.

"Motalian, Conrad, who wants to go first?"

I cannot allow him to share a room with my commander while I am away.

Mortalian’s voice rang out calmly, while Conrad Coz, who had been called out, remained motionless.

"Then let's talk about it together."

Without the slightest hesitation, the old man rose, gripping his scepter, and glanced into the conference room.

Mortarian did not move, while the Lord of Death looked at Conrad Coz, who was some distance away in the hall, with undisguised contempt and hostility.

Conrad Coz's dark hair covered most of his face, making him look like a gaunt and hunched monster. Faced with Mortalian's hostility, Conrad Coz acted as if the Death Guard did not exist. He lifted his leg and followed Macado into the inner room.

After Conrad Coz's figure completely disappeared, the Lord of Death first glared fiercely at Sevita before slowly and reluctantly beginning to move his feet.

Sevita felt a dull ache in his chest.

Horus nodded to the other two warriors waiting in the hall and then went into the inner room.

Hades casually chose a seat and sat down. In the dim light of the hall, heavily armored Cycanus and Abaddon were deployed, leading dozens of Shadowmoon Wolves.

But this time, Horus did not allow his moon wolves to engage in diplomacy.

Hades chose to trust Makado and, incidentally, shrink his Dark Domain, because Makado's psychic power was also terrifyingly high. Within the Dark Domain's detection range, Hades felt as if he were looking directly at a small sun.

Sevita silently reviewed the hall for a week.

The atmosphere remained heavy throughout, while the commander of the Death Guard sat rather casually in his chair, as if he were not at the center of this giant vortex.

Even in the most violent storm, the eye at its very center is calm.

Severta cautiously approached, gambling and hoping to do something for the Eighth Legion, and sat down opposite Hades.

Hades, who seemed to still be in a daze, moved his gaze and looked at Sevita. The Death Guard, whose size was significantly larger than that of a regular Space Marine, gave Sevita a sense of oppression.

Sevita pursed his thin, dry lips.

"Perhaps we can talk."

Hades laughed.

"of course can."

He said that at the same time, the red light in his left eye was staring straight at Sevita.

Sevita felt the wound on his chest start to hurt again.

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Chapter 298 Conrad was in a bad mood, but the psionicists were clearly also despicable.

The ground was covered in blood, his blood, Mortarian blood.

The milky white mist flowed across the ground like ocean waves.

Blood streamed down his cheek as he slowly, very slowly, lifted the dying Sevita into his arms.

With each step, he sank deeper and deeper, the crumbs of flesh and bone crunching beneath his feet, as he led his still-living offspring away into the even deeper darkness of the Nightfall...

Golden flames ignited.

"Conrad Coz,"

Macado's call pulled Koz back to his senses. Koz silently looked at Macado, whose eyes, hidden beneath the regent's hood, were staring at him with an inscrutable gaze.

He looked at Macado and saw a mummified corpse, scorched by golden flames.

The light he just saw came from here.

Koz's eyelids twitched abnormally twice, but he swallowed and remained in the same sitting position and silent.

Mortarian stared intently at him from across the room.

Makado continued speaking, his voice completely flat and emotionless.

"He gives you sight and judgment."

Conrad Coz hid his face in his messy hair, but he still trembled slightly when Macardo uttered his first words.

Mortarian chuckled, while Horus stared intently at Macado.

"As his son, why have you willingly fallen to this state?"

This was still a trial, a trial against him, Konrad Coz trembled inwardly.

If it were the Conrad Coates of the past, he would have roared, he would have questioned why he was allowed to see, he would have questioned why his father was so cruel.

He would ask why, why was he the only one who had to bear all of this?

but now……

The subtle, poisonous scent of the Lord of Death wafted over Conrad's nose, slightly stinging his nostrils and serving as a constant reminder of the Lord of Night's past.

Even memories are enough to pull Conrad Coates into the deep sea. Unlike Mortalian, who often reminisces, he has sealed off his memories and buried them in the deep night.

He lowered his head and spoke in a hoarse voice.

The Great Expedition was a mistake.

He didn't look up, but listened intently. There was a commotion in Horus's position, and it seemed that this seemingly respectable guy also wanted to punch him in the nose, but then the temperature dropped, and Makado used his psionic powers.

The old man's lips moved twice.

"continue."

Tens of millions of worlds were destroyed by war, billions of lives were lost, everyone committed war crimes, soldiers committed atrocities on thousands of battlefields—and I tolerated them.

Because I cannot control any of this, just as I cannot change it...