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

Chapter 255 246. Are you a Psyker?
"Welcome, my brother."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Sanguinius greeted him first with a gentle smile, and Guilliman, who was opposite him, immediately burst into a warm smile, and the two exchanged a few words of nonsense.

Ordinarily, the angel didn't like it, but he was equally aware that these everyday greetings gave Guilliman a sense of stability and comfort.

Perhaps the angel's light was too dazzling, Magnus paused his talk, and waited politely for the angel and Guilliman. The scarlet king was in a good mood now, so he patiently focused his attention on On the angel, the angel was still as dazzling as he remembered.

Angels are also gifted with psychic powers, and the Thousand Sons do not release their guardian spirits in front of other legions, especially those that can see the etheric realm.

Maybe Guilliman did it on purpose, Magnus thought, the tongue of a politician is always the most deceptive.

"This is our brother, Mortarion."

The angel winked at them meaningfully, and he turned sideways, only then did they notice Mortarion, who was breathing death beside Sanguinius' shining wings.

Guilliman paused imperceptibly, and immediately introduced himself enthusiastically to Mortarion.

Magnus began to examine Mortarion appraisingly, but Mortarion was used to it, so he ignored the tall red-skinned giant.

"I am the Legion Master of the No.13 Legion Ultramarines, Robert Guilliman. Nice to meet you, my brother. It is always a pleasure to get acquainted."

Mortarion responded dryly to Guilliman,
"No.14 Legion, the head of the Death Guard."

Guilliman stretched out his hand with a smile, hoping to shake hands with Mortarion, the angel looked at Mortarion with a smile, and Dorn watched them with folded arms, but did not sarcasm.

"Another brother is back, it's a pity that we can only meet now, but the good news is that we now have enough time to get to know each other."

Mortarion realized that they really wanted to bring Mortarion into this circle that Mortarion found inexplicable.

The circle named [Family Love] is dressed in gorgeous clothes.

He thought of the kind of family affection that Horus gave him at that time, the kind of kindness that didn't come from, and the kind of sudden enthusiasm.

He also remembered... the truth he realized at that time, gold will eventually rot, and the throne is destined to be mottled.

Good things always pass away.

Mortarion fell silent again. What he didn't notice was that while he subconsciously fell silent and looked away, Guilliman cast a questioning look at the angel.

Angel shook his head slightly.

Guilliman fell silent while Magnus sighed loudly.

From Mortarion's point of view, everything at the banquet had an incongruous sense of grace, and the excessive accumulation filled it, making him unhappy.

He didn't like the feeling of deliberately using gold, silver and jewelry to declare his power and status.

But in the eyes of the other Primarchs, Mortarion was the most worrisome existence.

He was too unique, too sick, too weird.

Mortarion, their younger brother, was too thin, really too thin, showing a kind of morbid thinness. In the few places where he was not covered by clothing, there were almost no fat parts exposed. There are traces of being corroded by strong acid.

And he was tall, among those present, only Magnus was taller than Mortarion, but Magnus was at least three times as heavy as Mortarion, and Mortarion was like a tall and thin tree. The rickety dead wood.

What made the Primarchs even more chilling was that Mortarion was wearing a breathing mask, why did he do that?
The dying breath of a patient with severe tuberculosis came from behind the pale to faded mask, gurgling and gurgling.

Mortarion, without armor, showed a frightening uneasiness after losing the protection of armor and poisonous mist.

Angel was worried about whether Mortarion was suffering from some kind of disease, or his brother was cursed, but from previous contact, Angel did not find other abnormalities.

Donne thinks this brother is too unique, and he needs to adapt to the rhythm of the empire, rather than completely let the environment adapt to him.

Robert Guilliman was thinking about how to communicate with this brother. Mortarion obviously needed to speak. They needed more information about this brother to help him better or make him feel less uncomfortable.

And Magnus was reading.

He was reading Mortarion, and the Scarlet King's attention shifted from the angel to Mortarion again.

Magnus was shocked by Mortarion's appearance, but at the same time, such a different brother piqued his curiosity.

When experience and knowledge accumulate to a certain level, you can go beyond your own expectations to see the essence of things.

Mortarion, he lives in a highly toxic atmosphere, lack of food - otherwise he can grow taller, in his cultural environment, human beings have not established a decent culture.
There are scars left by psionic energy on the body. More than one. Interesting.

Is Mortarion battling some kind of psychic being?Are there many psionic species on his planet?
Did he rely entirely on physical means to attack those psionic species?Or does he know some psychic means?

Magnus leaned towards the latter, since Mortarion's exuding style resembled that of psykers in some ignorant land, who stubbornly interpreted psionics and the Warp in terms of some peculiarly broken culture.

Mortarion carries a strong breath of death, which is indeed a fairly common blind faith caused by psychic powers.

Magnus didn't rashly use psychic powers to detect it. If the other party was a psyker, it would be more or less offensive.

He just kept his curiosity, and began to feel a little anxious about the situation where Guilliman and the angel were communicating with each other and trying to communicate with Mortarion.

The words of the two Primarchs were so perfect that they had their own rhythm like a symphony. Magnus wondered why Guilliman could cooperate so perfectly with the angel, which made him unable to rush into their conversation.

On the contrary, Donne would insert his own opinions during the short pause of his words.

Magnus tried to bring himself into their conversation, of course he was welcome, but every time he wished to steer the conversation into areas he wished to know, the angel would distract him.

Guilliman and the angel didn't ask Mortarion directly, they were just communicating with each other, but from time to time they would throw out a small question, the two discussed with each other, and then asked others in a moderate manner.

A common inducement dialogue, but obviously, except for the angel and Guilliman, the remaining three people are not aware of it.

"People in Macragge are sometimes surprised by my presence, but when I show up on the podium more and more often, they get used to me very quickly and really start thinking about my proposal - not me itself."

The angel smiled and waved casually. The wine glass was brought up, the scarlet wine was crystal clear,
"My people fear me and worship me. Maybe they haven't thought about those complicated things, but I can guide them to think about them and set foot on the right path."

The angel swung the glass, watching the liquor seep through the candlelight.

But his attention was still on the back, and for some reason, the angel realized that Magnus hadn't noticed this yet, and the Scarlet King's curiosity was obviously caught by Mortarion.

If it weren't for Angel's keen intuition, he would subconsciously ignore that place.

What exactly is that?
Although the projection in the warp made the angel feel blasphemous, in reality, it was indeed just an ordinary space warrior, even though it was very large, it was indeed a space warrior.

It has not made any threatening moves so far.

It seemed that only the angels had discovered it, and Sanguinius' intuition told him that it might not be dangerous for them.

So he has been observing without making a sound.

Together with Guilliman, he continued to seduce Mortarion.

"With a little encouragement and demonstration, they can be the best they can be."

Mortarion made a sound of praise,

"Courage is always there. You only need to ignite the initial fuse, and the anger of resistance will burn. They will do better than imagined."

"Revolt? Is there tyranny where you are?"

Guilliman asked,
"It's more than tyranny!"

Mortarion's voice suddenly came up, "Evil psychic aliens oppress mankind. Human beings are just a symbol of wealth to measure their rule. Resist and overthrow these scumbags who are not worthy of death."

"You led the people—"

"Your enemy is a psionic alien?"

Magnus stepped in directly, preventing Guilliman from asking. Guilliman glanced at Magnus with some doubts, but Magnus, who was still teaching him about psychic knowledge just now, ignored him. he.

This possible brother intrigued Magnus more than a Guilliman without psychic flashes.

Even Mortarion felt a little puzzled by Magnus's sudden insertion, swallowed back the words of reprimanding the tyrant, and said stiffly,
"Yes, a mob of psychic witchcraft."

Magnus frowned, witchcraft—?Although a psychic calls himself that.

"Then how do you deal with them? The power of psychic power is ingenious and complex, and it is not something that can be taken lightly."

Sanguinius was keenly aware that Mortarion's eyes seemed to glance behind him, and there it was.

"The sickle, the gun, the promise of death."

Mortarion spat out his words slowly, but the more he spoke, the more disappointed Magnus became,
"And... something else."

Mortarion was vague, yes, yes, Magnus knew, it was a psyker, and his brother was afraid to speak freely because of the existence of the truth of the empire.

"My brother, Mortarion, don't worry, I am the most psychic existence among brothers, you can just say so."

When the words fell to the ground, Magnus suddenly realized that the atmosphere on Mortarion was not right.

Hidden under the shadow of the hood, the amber eyes were like flowing magma, with burning heat, staring at Magnus.

"Are you a psyker?"

Ahriman was the first Thousand Sons to discover that existence.

He tried to remind Magnus, but what he wasn't sure about was whether using psionic communication at this time would cause trouble.

He could only hope that his father, Magnus, would find out, but Magnus' attention was first drawn to Guilliman and the angel, and then to Mortarion.

So Ahriman could only silently follow behind Magnus, he could feel the sound of blood rushing in his veins, and he was ready to explode at any time.

As if realizing something, the angel Sanguinius looked at him, and those eyes told him to calm down.

There were so many Ultramarines that they filled the last few tables.

So when he finally arrived, he was assigned to the death guard's table without a place.

Dark, humming, disgusting, profane, sinful, disgusting, absolutely unacceptable.
Ahriman despaired.

　More today... let me see... 2k!

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