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

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A fierce glint flashed in the Primarch's eyes as he stared intently at the figure and rebuked it.

“That was my trial! I conquered it, I changed it! Barbaros was never your territory, it is mine! The Death Guard’s!”

"You scum hiding behind the warp, a petty man who only knows how to play with witchcraft! How could a traitor like you appear in the Death Guard!"

“Wrong, wrong, wrong, sir. You are the traitor, the one who betrayed fate, the one who betrayed everything,”

The voice chimed in lightly, explaining that he had borrowed some of the psionic energy in this star system that should have been given to another person for this conversation; otherwise, with so many untouchables present, he would have had a hard time holding on.

Even a simple projection would be difficult to perform consistently in front of so many untouchable people.

"Only the cursed passerby can escape the evil consequences of fate's correction, but how can those who are already subject to fate have a good ending?"

"Your struggles will only bring misfortune to others—"

"roll!"

Mortarian roared, his knuckles turning pale as he gripped his weapon.

"Everything I do is my destiny; how can I betray it or change it!"

"What I do is my own destiny!"

"roll!"

Sensing the Primarch's rage, the towering knight roared in the room like a caged beast, his anti-phantom threshold reaching its peak.

The faint, dissipating psionic energy finally vanished with the mist, in that final moment—

In a fleeting moment, in a glimpse of fate, Mortarian saw it. He saw in the dim amber eyes reflected [fate], [the future], [lies], and [the truth].

He stood alone in the chaotic sky, with no one around him.

Without the Death Guard, there is nothing.

Time seemed to have frozen in eternity.

"Hiss—" The Primarch's scythe left a mark on the ground.

Mortalian was momentarily disoriented, then he stood back on the Endurance, the dim light making him dizzy.

People looked at him with awe.

The Primarch felt the gazes directed at him, mixed with a certain emotion that Mortarion loathed, making him nauseous.

Mortarian took a deep breath, his mouth filled with bitterness.

No, this can't be done.

That was a lie, that was an illusion. Mortarian had seen it all before. He should have been fearless by now. He was already fearless.

No, he can't do that. He's gotten used to it all, he's accepted the bleak future. The war continues, and the Death Guard needs his leadership.

Hades was still fighting on Rust, and Garo was commanding the legions. Every Death Guard and the Hound Hunters was bleeding. He couldn't, he couldn't be disturbed in a place like this.

Perhaps this is the enemy's tactic, and he needs to adapt to it as soon as possible.

Mortarian turned away silently, making sure he was not acting strangely.

"It seems your anti-psychic strength has not met my expectations."

He spoke again, returning to reality.

Now people stopped looking at him like that, and they obediently lowered their heads.

With the crisis averted, Mortarian strode out of the room, his grey cloak rustling behind him.

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Chapter 236 The Executioner

"Motalian, what happened?" "Hades, give me your explanation."

During a lull in the war, aboard the Endurance, the two men who had asked the same question looked at each other in bewilderment.

Mortarian remained silent and somber, pointing out the porthole where ragged mechanical sages were kneeling and chanting prayers, bowing towards the cabins of the Endurance.

They seemed to be shouting some nonsense about immediately joining the Death Guard.

"Alright, alright, he'll go first," Hades coughed awkwardly. "I saved them, but they may have misjudged my abilities."

Mortarian turned around and glanced at the wailing and screaming motor enthusiasts.

"A certain degree of misjudgment?"

Ahem, don't ask him. Hades doesn't know why he's so popular with the guys. Could it be because of the Void Dragon fragments he ate?

"I... that's it, definitely a misjudgment!"

"Because I have the ability to exorcise spirits in the warp, the scene of me removing the rust when I saved them may have shocked them to some extent."

Hades crossed his arms and nodded convincingly. Yes, that's exactly it.

"Ahem. So, Mortalian, what happened to you?"

Now it was Mortalian's turn to remain silent. The Primarch, reviewing the previous events, cautiously spoke.

"Rust removal, that traitor tried to interfere with us in some way, but of course he failed; traitors are destined to fail."

"Interfering with you? How are you interfering?"

"Some kind of psionic illusion, a trivial trick not worth mentioning."

Mortarian casually flicked his hand.

"Your troops are very well trained; their anti-psy effects have exceeded my expectations."

Just as Hades was about to unleash his signature smug grin and arrogantly declare, "Of course!", an urgent communication from Gara interrupted his pretentious act.

In previous battles, Hades successfully defended Ruster's main city and opened up a transport route between the Death Guard and the main city.

During this process, Hades felt that he had offended something, but since the other party did not show up, Hades did not know what he had offended.

With Mortalian back in command, the Xenomorph army was forced into a corner of the star system. Combined with the Mechanicus ground defenses that were gradually being reclaimed by the Death Guard, the destruction of the Xenomorphs was only a matter of time.

[Commander, Commander, we have received an urgent communication from the First Legion's Dark Angels.]

Beneath the hood, Mortarian raised an eyebrow; he still remembered Leon Johnson's face that displeased him.

Yes, yes, he was certainly not a war addict; the Death Guard simply needed to watch Leon Johnson and his offspring fight from the sidelines.

The Death Guards have arrived at their location, and contrary to the First Legion's message, this place is not "safe."

There are some “small” aliens here, as well as some warp malice.

"Haha," Mortarian chuckled inwardly, a dry laugh he swore contained no positive emotion.

【Come on, open the communications, Galo. Let's see where the First Legion, which is dominating the battlefield, wants us to applaud this time.】

The lion appeared in the communication, no longer as majestic as before. He was tired and exhausted, but still tried to assert his status with his fangs.

The fluorescent light from the command board reflected off Leon Johnson's armor, and the Lion King silently gripped his sword.

Mortarion knew that the Dark Angels were bleeding, that Randan was tearing the First Legion apart, and that the pain of the Spawn would eventually be reflected back to the Primarch. The massive sacrifices made the lion restless and agitated.

Motalian remained silent on the matter.

A branch of the Randan forces fled towards Ruster, where the Death Guard had been deployed.

You need to stop them and wipe them out.

Mortarian blinked but didn't speak.

You will soon face them, and the dark angels who are tracking this alien race will also share in their battle.

【ah. 】

Motalian interrupted Leon Johnson with a dry, curt speech.

[In other words—]

[Ahem. 】

Hades coughed twice in the private channel and said quickly in a low voice,

[Motalian, we're still comrades, no need for empty words.]

Motalian clicked his tongue in disappointment. Why didn't Leon Johnson have a close friend who could remind him to shut up?

Motalian had no choice but to awkwardly change his tune.

In other words—Death Guard will have to face two alien armies next?

The lion, which had always remained in its territory, finally showed surprise. Leon frowned and glared at Mortarian with displeasure.

Two?

Juste was attacked by another alien, but the Death Guard saved them.

Mortarion, I want you to understand that it is a world of forging, and it will not fall easily.

Are you questioning your brother?

Before Hades could stop him, Mortarian spoke up directly, asking a sharp question.

Hades screamed silently, "Wait, this is the Third Randan War! At this point, you can't be using terms like 'questioning the brother'!"

But now that the words have been spoken, Hades can't very well jump out and say, "Stop, stop," can he?

He could only watch the confrontation between the two Primarchs, his body trembling with cold sweat.

The Pale Lord opened his hand with delight, and as the Primarch moved, the general battle scene of the Death Guard was also transmitted to the First Legion.

Of course, some details were concealed, but this was only a general overview, and there was no need for Leon Johnson to see the whole picture.

Finally, Leon Johnson fell silent for a moment, the ruined city and air defense facilities in the video confirming Mortalian's words.

The lion's eyes were fixed on the provocative Mortarian, his other "brother".

For Leon, "brother" was a meaningless and insignificant word.

Lions in the jungle don't need so-called blood relatives. Perhaps some people might indulge in this pointless connection, but they are definitely not one of them.

Leon looked at Mortarian, his "brother".

Thin and unremarkable were Leon's first impressions of Mortarion; compared to the other Primarchs, Mortarion was rather dull.

Does he know what he just said?

The timing of this question is rather coincidental.

The lion silently tapped his sword. This Primarch, who had always been on the periphery, could not possibly know the truth of the battlefield. Blood gushed from within, but they concealed it well.

According to the intelligence Leon obtained, this "brother" should not have had any contact with the [non-existent legion], and the intentional blockade had begun long ago.

So Mortarian's words were simply a provocation.

The lion gripped his sword and spoke again, solemn and dignified, without the slightest hesitation.

I hope you understand what you're saying, Mortarian.

Of course I understand.

The Lion King raised an eyebrow.

Foolish fellow, there's no need for further conversation. Many matters on the battlefield still await the Lion's attention. Rumors are flying, and the mysterious younger brother brings news about the [War General].

[Enemy movements have been relayed to Deathguard. Hold this position. If reinforcements are needed, there is a Space Wolves garrison in the nearby star system.]

Communication was disconnected.

"Holy crap! Mortalian! What did you just say?!"

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