Emperor's Bane

Chapter 717 Mortarion's Death Star
"Fuck Leman Russ!"

"You damn wild dog!"

A rude curse full of Barbarus-style curses and the sound of the obsidian table being shattered reached Typhon's ears almost at the same time: the dizzying impact had not yet dissipated, and Mortarion's raging rage followed.

But Typhon was unprepared for this: ever since Ahriman's tone became increasingly wrong as he stood on the marble table, and was increasingly obviously directed at the Lord of Death, the captain of the first company, who had been standing behind the Primarch, had already lowered his head and silently stepped back.

Originally, this was to prevent Mortarion from catching him in a rage and throwing him up to confront Ahriman: Although he had never had any actual contact with the famous principal of the Academy of Psionic Powers, Typhon was not his stupid father after all, and he was very clear about Ahriman's level of eloquence.

He beat Ahriman?
real or fake!

In this way, Typhon quietly retreated to the corner of the room, concealing his breath as much as he could, and did not even dare to look in the direction of the Primarch: Therefore, when the Lord of Death's anger suddenly rose, Typhon was the slowest person to react in the room.

Looking up, Typhon just happened to see the scene of Mortarion's rage: the Primarch, consumed by anger, instinctively clenched his fists and smashed hard towards the ground below him. Although it was not his target, the obsidian table top that was as hard as steel still shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye.

A whole piece of rock was like a suddenly erupting active volcano. In the hurricane brought about by the Primarch's angry fist, accompanied by a rage that swallowed the world, it smashed into every corner of the room without warning, crackling on the armor of the Death Guards.

It Hurts to Listen to: Even the Death Shrouds seem a little shaken.

Among all the victims, Typhon had the slowest reaction and the worst luck: he had just seen Mortarion's rage and was shocked by the primarch's power. Before he could even blink, a piece of obsidian fragment almost the same size as Typhon's head flew straight towards the captain's forehead.

In an instant, every blood vessel of the Death Guard instinctively began to swell, burn, scream, and burst. His adrenaline broke through the threshold in an instant, and every cell from the brain to the toes howled like a mad beast, telling him to run! Run for his life! Escape!

But in reality, even the Astartes' superhuman reaction speed could not avoid the natural disaster caused by the Primarch: although his nerves were screaming, Typhon's body could only stay still in vain. Before he could move his first finger, the obsidian fragments heading straight for his face had already blocked most of the captain's vision.

"boom!"

There was no surprise: on the field, the Wolf King Leman Russ had not yet finished his words of rebuke to Ahriman, but over here, Typhon was already rolling on the ground with a distorted face. There was an obvious dent on his forehead, and blood was flowing uncontrollably from his nostrils and eye sockets. Even though he clenched his teeth at the first moment, his groans of pain still attracted the attention of others.

And inside, Typhon's roar was a thousand times wilder than his outward moans.

Fuck you Mortarion! You fucking @#$^&%!$#^&%￥&…

Typhon swore, he swore with his life and soul: no matter how much he resented Mortarion's existence before, in that moment just now, his hatred for this bastard was definitely ten times the sum of all the hatred he had ever felt before.

This damn bastard!
Typhon covered his forehead with his hands. Blood had soaked most of his face, making his originally ugly face look hideous and terrifying. He had to spend another two or three seconds to adapt to the almost fatal pain in his skull. Just as he struggled to get up, a pair of reliable big hands immediately supported his arms.

"Are you all right, bro?"

He recognized the voice: it was Garo, the captain of the Legion's Seventh Company.

Come to think of it: besides the two of them, there was only Death Shroud in this room, and those cold-blooded dumb bastards wouldn't take the initiative to come over and help him up.

"I'm all right, bro: I think I just need a little rest."

No matter how much hatred he felt in his heart, Typhon still maintained a gentle appearance: he forced a smile at Garro, tried his best to stand up straight, and then he couldn't wait to get rid of the help from his brother, and noticed that Garro was looking at their Primarch sadly.

"Sir, what's going on?"

"It is clear."

As blood flowed into the corner of his mouth, Typhon even forgot to hide the obvious sarcasm towards Mortarion in his words.

"Lord Mortarion, you clearly don't like something Leman Russ just said."

"some?"

Garro glanced in confusion at Ahriman, who was trapped by the Wolf King and in a dilemma in silence.

"Didn't Lord Leman Russ say what we had discussed in advance? Separate Magnus and the Thousand Sons from the Librarians, and deal with the former first. After all, after Guilliman and Ahriman spoke one after another, the Librarian's problem is definitely not something that can be solved today."

"That's right."

Typhon narrowed his eyes and rubbed the wound on his forehead roughly. The stinging sensation and the sourness of the blood flowing into his pupils urged him to stare at Mortarion's current background.

The back of the person who hurt him but didn't even bother to look back.

Very good. From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever been able to harm Typhon and remain safe and sound. The First Captain was very proud of this record and he swore that even the Primarch could not be the one to break it.

As he thought about it, Typhon touched the flaw on his forehead.

Damn: maybe scarring.

Or even worse…

Typhon clenched his teeth.

"But believe me, Garro: no matter what our father said, he must have secretly been thinking about taking advantage of the victory and declaring the death penalty for the entire think tank on Nikaea, even though he knew the chances of success were slim."

"Ah, that makes sense."

Garo nodded.

"No wonder: Lord Wolf's words just now trapped Ahriman, but in fact they also acknowledged the think tank system? In other words, in Lord Mortarion's view, this is equivalent to us admitting defeat to Morgan's team?"

"That's what he thinks."

Typhon smiled.

"We all know that Mortarion is often very greedy."

“He always wants more: even when he knows he can’t take any more.”

"..."

Garro did not respond to this, he just stared at the Primarch's back with a little worry: After a few seconds of anger, Mortarion finally stabilized his emotions, but his shoulders were still rising and falling at an exaggerated amplitude, and it was obvious that the Primarch was still furious.

Fortunately, they had lowered the curtain outside the stands during their break: an optical camouflage mask allowed outsiders to only vaguely hear some sounds, but not see the embarrassing scene.

Garro breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and he complained to Typhon in a low voice.

"That's not a good thing, bro."

"Of course I do, Garo."

Typhon nodded. He deliberately lowered his head and reduced his frequency, pretending to be weak. But in private, his eyes, which had long since regained their vitality, were quietly spying on Garro's face.

As expected, although there was a simple worry in the eyes of this Terra veteran when he looked at the Primarch, there was also an element of disagreement: Obviously, Garro was loyal to their Primarch, but he was not blindly loyal. In his heart, some principles and morals were more important than loyalty to the Primarch.

……

This guy is not the same kind of person as him.

Typhon thought to himself.

But this does not mean that they cannot join forces in certain circumstances: as for what Garro thinks of such a collaboration, such a small matter is insignificant.

Typhon's mouth curled up.

He had to remember this: although he had no plans yet, he might be able to use Garro's loyalty in the future.

After all, he was becoming increasingly fed up with that bastard Mortarion.

Typhon's pupils were filled with hatred.

"Of course I know that this kind of character of the primarch is not a good thing, brother."

Typhon's voice was low: ensuring that only Garro could hear his words.

"But what can be done about it: our Primarch has always been like this."

"He won't change. We all know he will remain as greedy and irritable as he is."

"And then, drag us all down with it."

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"Or maybe we can stop him."

For the first time since he had attended the meeting on Nikaea, Leman Russ literally smiled, his two sharp canine fangs bared, gleaming against the obsidian ground.

Apparently: Ahriman's answer after the silence satisfied the Wolf King.

But on the other hand, Leman Russ seemed ready to [go a step further] and deliberately did not look in the direction of the Prosperos. Instead, in front of everyone, he stretched out a hand as if inviting Ahriman, whose facial expression could not be seen, to bend down in front of him.

"We can stop him: stop Magnus's actions, right?" The finger stretched forward.

"Tell me, Ahriman: They all say you are the best leader."

Unconsciously, Leman Russ's tone had already shown some urgency and anticipation.

"You told me that you have nothing to say about our complaint against Magnus. Then please answer my question: If the All-Father and the Nicaea Assembly really decide to stop the Thousand Sons' folly in the psychic cause, then as a member of the Thousand Sons, do you have the faith, determination, and most importantly, the ability?"

"What about stopping your father and your legion from doing such foolish things?"

"Tell me, Ahriman."

"Is there anything you can do?"

"Can you do it?"

Leman Russ did not seem to notice that his attitude at this moment had deviated from his position on Nikaea: the Wolf King no longer seemed like a villain who stood against Magnus and questioned his offspring and allies. The expectation and urgency in his words had caused many people to look at each other in confusion.

Characters like Morgan, Chagatai Khan and Sanguinius looked at the Wolf King's back with a smile and shook their heads helplessly.

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[Ruth...]

The Spider Queen sighed softly.

[He knew it clearly, how could Ahriman have a solution? ]

【This is just wishful thinking.】

"Yes."

Conrad beside him blinked.

"He was just daydreaming. He knew very well that Magnus was actually beyond saving, but he still wanted to imagine that Magnus' most outstanding son could actually save him and make the fate of the Thousand Sons not so tragic."

"Stupid, ridiculous, naive."

"But then again, isn't that why we admire Ruth?"

"Who would have thought that the one who was still thinking about Magnus at the end was Russ."

At this moment, even the usually naughty Midnight Ghost felt a little emotional.

"He is still so foolish: in so doing he has carried Ahriman to the fire."

"How should Qianzi answer?"

【He need not answer.】

Morgan raised her head slightly. She stood in a position almost at the commanding height, overlooking the entire venue at a latitude second only to the Emperor: just like the Lord of Mankind who remained silent throughout, Morgan, who was clearly the leader of the Think Tank and Psychic factions, had not uttered a word from beginning to end since the opening of Nikea.

Obviously, she and her father have already left the ecological niche of fighting on the field: but what will happen next, they can see better than everyone else on the field, because the development of facts now does not depend on the probability of the goddess of luck and the performance of the players on the field, but on the calculations and casual actions of these real bystanders in their hearts.

"No need to answer?"

【Yes. 】

Morgan looked at the seal bearer.

【Because the time has come. 】

"Isn't there still a few minutes?"

[I let them go a little early: occasionally abusing the power of an only daughter, my dear father and his dear housekeeper, what reason do they have to disapprove of my little willfulness? ]

"For Ahriman?"

He's helped me a lot, man: for the last hundred years.

[In fact, thanks to him, I have never worried about the position of chief think tank. ]

【so……】

“It’s OK!!!”

The Emperor's golden scepter struck the marble table beneath his feet three times, and Malcador broke the silence: he pulled the Wolf King away from Ahriman, who bowed his head, and his withered figure moved only a few steps before forcing the somewhat out-of-control Primarch back to his position.

"Handprinter."

The wolf king bowed slightly, showing absolute respect for the old man.

"Wolf Lord Leman Russ."

Malcador's voice was hoarse.

"Do you have any other questions or more opinions that you would like to express?"

"……No."

The wolf king hesitated for a moment, then he seemed to come to his senses and realize how inappropriate his previous behavior was.

"That's good."

The Sigillite no longer looked at him, and waved his hand, signaling Ahriman and Guilliman to go down first: the Macragge people left quietly, but there was something wrong with the direction of the Thousand Sons.

After hesitating for a long time, Ahriman actually walked quietly towards Magnus: although his compatriots glared at him, the silent King of Prospero was calmer than his heirs.

He gestured: no matter how unwilling the Thousand Sons were, they had to make way and allow Ahriman to return to their ranks and even stand closest to Magnus.

The father and son remained in eerie silence for the next few minutes.

Guilliman witnessed all of this, and only turned around to reunite with Morgan and others when he was sure that Ahriman was safe.

Behind him, the voice of the Sigillite echoed between the seats and the dome.

"My Lords: This is the end of the meeting of Nikaea."

"Now, please leave in an orderly manner. No one should stay here: there will be a break of about thirty minutes. After the break, the Emperor will announce to everyone his final judgment on Nikaea and on both sides of the debate."

"And now, please leave."

"Including you, Ruth."

Malcador glanced at him, and the Wolf King merely nodded: he turned away, and there stood a sullen-looking Mortarion, evidently awaiting an explanation.

But before that, the Wolf King took a casual glance and discovered a slightly strange scene: he noticed that after Malcador issued a notice to adjourn the meeting, Chagatai Khan was the first to leave the venue.

That's nothing.

But the problem is: just as Khan was about to leave the gate, another figure quietly approached his side.

That is……

"Alpharius?"

The wolf king muttered something, then slowly shifted his gaze away.

"What is he going to do again?"

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"Of course I'm asking you, brother."

Under Khan's wary gaze, the Hydra Lord's smile was chilling.

"An Xin: I only ask one question."

"My dear brother Chagatai."

"Did you notice that you just did something really stupid?"

(End of this chapter)