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

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Then Coz opened his eyes and saw Sai.

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Chapter 293 An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

Surprisingly, Death Guard displayed an almost cruel indifference.

Horus looked out the porthole and saw the Death Guard's well-equipped fleet floating silently in the distance, keeping a certain distance from the Midnight Lords, like wolves trailing far behind a flock of sheep.

They presented an orderly formation, creating a striking contrast to the obviously chaotic fleet of ships belonging to the Midnight Lords.

Recalling the previous scene, Horus once again let out a deep breath.

He tried to piece together some ideas from the chaotic scene, but strong emotions kept preventing him from returning to that day. He heard Coz's screams, he heard Motalian's roars, the smell of blood, and the cabin crew screaming and running away.

Then came a Midnight Lord, Sevita, whom Horus knew. He stood there, his gauntlets stained with blood, silently and trembling as he blocked Horus's path.

Horus took another deep breath and lowered his head. He must have lost his composure then. The wolf god could only recall the howls of his brothers, one furious and the other hoarse.

Then Horus's memory trembled, and then everything fell silent.

The empty corridor fell silent again. Horus could hear the beeping of the ship's instruments and muffled thuds as people fell or knelt, their bones hitting the ground.

After a brief moment—

A terrifying, drawn-out laugh, followed by a scream that rose again, like the shriek of the dead crawling out of their graves.

Horus watched as the room at the end of the corridor emanated a sound and fear, accompanied by light that spilled onto the carpet of the corridor.

He gripped his sword tightly, eager to see what had happened, but the high pressure in the air told him that one more step forward would take him into the forbidden zone of life.

He stood there helplessly, waiting, and could only wait—

When the terrified beast dragged its tail back into the room, the Wolf God rushed out immediately.

He rushed over, he saw blood, he saw scattered pieces of armor, he saw it all.

Horus paused for a moment.

He seemed to understand Ruth somewhat, no, even sympathize with her.

Siblings turning against each other, swords drawn...this is unimaginable, the killing intent bursting from their eyes...no...no...just a hair's breadth...just a hair's breadth! If he had arrived a millisecond later! No, no, no, no!

Even though Horus forbade his thoughts from sliding into the abyss, in a dark corner of the wolf god's heart, a certain possibility was opened.

Before this, this lock was covered by morality, family affection, and all kinds of justice and light; he never thought about it, nor did he ever consider it.

He still doesn't think about it now, but he has witnessed it, which means something like a beginning, a new beginning, and right now, even the Wolf God himself doesn't realize it.

He will only be overwhelmed by the terrible situation.

The request for instructions from Terra has been sent in Star Language, but the transmission of information and the mobilization of ships will still take time. The Wolf God does not believe that they can receive aid from the Empire in a short time.

Without a doubt, Conrad Coz, his brother, needs to be tried or stripped of his legion.

Horus couldn't decide the severity of the punishment; he only knew that this wasn't the first time. Coz had clashed with many of his brothers—Dorn, Guilliman, Magnus. Had they fought? Or had they merely exchanged words and engaged in physical altercations? Horus didn't know the details.

But this time—it's clear that Coz crossed the line.

The Lord of Night has overstepped his bounds. Horus doesn't know what Koz is doing. What exactly is he doing? But his actions have thoroughly enraged the Lord of Death, and Horus knows that Mortarion will make Koz pay the price.

The Wolf God found himself in a difficult position. After all, he was neither a cold-blooded lion nor a Gorgon woman known only for efficiency and results. To some extent, he still retained necessary feelings for some of his brothers.

So far, both the Death Guard and the Midnight Lord have communicated with Horus individually—but neither of them is the Legion Commander.

Garo of the Death Guard calmly told Horus that due to the Legion Commander's personal circumstances, the Death Guard could not immediately participate in this joint operation.

At the same time, he hoped that Shadowmoon Wolves and Death Guards would surround the Midnight Lord's ships to prevent them from making any more irrational moves.

This was a reasonable request, and Horus naturally agreed.

On the other end, Sevita, expressionless, represented the Midnight Lord and unilaterally apologized to Shadowmoon Wolf and Deathguard.

He also said that the legion commander was not in good condition and was currently unable to respond to messages from the outside world.

Both sides claimed they needed time to de-escalate the situation, so Horus returned to the corridor; he had no other choice.

The Wolf God began to wait in despair, like a wild beast trapped in place, endlessly circling.

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The Death Guard fell silent again.

The dimly lit cabin and the silent space made one drowsy.

Mortarian sat in the darkness, his armor scarred and bloodstains still untouched.

He remained silent and refused any of the death guards who came forward to try to communicate with him or treat him.

Mortarian sat in the darkness for a day and a night, facing the door of the treatment room, where Death, clutching his scythe, stood hunched over in silence.

The next day, when the pharmacist, who had been providing emergency care all day, opened the door, he only saw dried bloodstains on the seat, while the Lord of Death himself was already gone.

On the third day, Mortarion emerged from the apothecary. His breathing was heavy and labored beneath the mask of the Lord of Death, and no one could see his eyes hidden in the shadow of his hood.

He first found Vox and gave him his orders.

Then he went to Hades' office.

The once bustling office was now eerily quiet. Mortarian glanced silently at the food Hades had laid out on the table before looking away.

The Lord of Death, familiar with the process, opened Hades's administrative cabinet, took out the necessary documents, sat in Hades's seat, and began to amend and sign them.

Then he pulled out a blank sheet of paper and began drafting the document.

Mortarian finished his work quickly, though the pile of documents, stacked at the feet of the Lord of Death and reaching his knees, testified to the sheer scale of the task.

Vox entered, and the son of Barbaros silently and responsibly put away the documents signed by Mortarion.

Mortarian sighed.

He looked up from his position and stared at the huge Macurag carpet, its stupid blue glaring and bright.

Mortalian then skillfully pulled out a pale blue-white letter paper from Hades's treasured collection of paper, on which the recipient's address was already written.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh and then began writing a letter to his brother Guilliman.

Some necessary instructions, some foolish hopes, but if Hades believed Guilliman so much, then he could...

"grown ups,"

Vox finally broke the silence.

Are you really going to do this?

Motalian paused as he wrote, a small black dot appearing at the end of each letter.

You cannot fall.

He said briefly and concisely,

Vox seemed to sway slightly, but this was probably an illusion, as he remained firmly standing in front of Mortarian, holding the document Mortarian had signed.

He quietly watched his father sitting in front of him working.

Motalian finished writing very quickly.

But he still seemed uneasy. The Lord of Death pondered for a moment, recalling the brothers he had encountered.

Ultimately, he chose Horus again, and he began to write, conceal, distort, deceive, and reveal the truth—everything that could ensure the Death Guard would receive assistance afterward.

He completed the two letters at a speed he hadn't expected.

Now, two letters are neatly placed on the table, one blue and the other white and gold.

All right.

Mortarian thought to himself, "It's done. I can go now."

He got up and left without a second thought, and Vox, having received his instructions, followed him.

They stopped briefly at the armory, where the soldiers Mortarion had instructed Vox to prepare were waiting for them; there weren't many of them.

They don't need many people; just Mortarion is enough.

They walked through the dark corridor toward the port, where the Fourth Knight was already waiting beside the Endurance. This grey horse knight, a symbol of death, knelt quietly on the side of the giant ship, awaiting his master.

Mortarian stopped and silently looked ahead. The light of the starry sea poured in from the beginning of the corridor, illuminating a dark area and faintly outlining the shape of the armor.

【Galo, leave this place.】

He said.

Gara knelt on one knee. This battle-hardened warrior knelt without a helmet, his heavy, blunt greatsword lying flat before him.

"Please reconsider, Commander."

Galo kept his head down; this combat company commander rarely knelt.

That's no longer the case.

Motalian said irritably,

[You are now the acting legion commander, Gara. If Hades doesn't wake up, then it will be you.]

Galo remained with her head down, showing no sign of moving.

"That's not realistic, sir."

Galo pursed her dry, cracked lips.

"Please at least consider the unconscious commander; Lord Hades would not be happy to see this."

No sooner had Garo finished speaking than Mortarian let out a dying gasp; he was laughing.

【I've already considered it, Galo.】

He said softly yet sarcastically,

Otherwise, you will now see a sea of ​​stars engulfed in flames.

The Lord of Death paused, then continued in a voice that was rarely heard from him, almost gentle.

【Galo, you've done well. That's why we chose you. You can lead an army, no matter what the army molds you into.】

I appreciate that, I admire you very much, Gara.

Now, leave this place, Gara.

The Lord of Death watched with satisfaction as Gara moved. The old soldier stood up and picked up the heavy sword lying on the ground—

Then he raised his sword.

Facing Mortarian.

"Excuse my disrespect, Father."

This was the first time Galo called Mortarian "father".

The Lord of Death laughed, his laughter hoarse and deep beneath the gas mask.

[You have enough courage, Galo. I admire that.]

What do you want? Aside from stopping me, I commend your courage.

Galo spoke calmly.

"Can you become a qualified legion commander?"

Motarian's laughter instantly turned cold. He stared intently at Garo, his breathing growing increasingly sharp.

Galo remained calmly staring at his genetic father, his sword trembling not in the slightest.

But Mortarian eventually looked away.

I will, I will.

The Lord of Death spoke in a low voice, then his voice rose again.

Vox.

He said.