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

Chapter 258 249. Farce (4.5K)

Many years later, facing Mortarion and Curze, who looked displeased but wounded, Horus would recall that distant afternoon when he pushed open the door of the banquet and saw the chaotic scene.

That was the look Mortarion had made then.

It was a slightly dry afternoon, and the news of the loss of a loved one fell heavily on his heart. They lost a brother forever, after he did something unforgivable.

The Emperor does not forgive his son, even though he has always been tolerant, acquiescing to many of the Legion's private affairs.

But this time, he finally freed the wolf and the lion.

Horus tried to talk to the two executioners, but the Lion refused him with his usual blunt language, while the Wolf King was frustrated, he did not want to be stained with blood.

But anyway, when Horus went to them, most of the truth was erased, and even the executed killer couldn't remember the truth behind the fog.

Horus had forgotten what had happened, but at last he was charged with bringing the news to his altered brothers.

The facts have already disappeared, leaving only the sting in his heart, the mourning song has not yet been played, and Guilliman and Donne, who were trusted and chosen by the emperor, still need to undertake other missions.

Sadly for Horus, the Archangel Sanguinius will not feel any positivity about the fact that the Ninth Legion's genetic defect is the Angel's knot, and a Legion wiped out will only aggravate Saint The panic in Gilles' heart.

Horus walked slowly on the carpet, and the Wolf Shepherd keenly noticed the slackness of the mortal guard of honor, but Horus was not in the mood to worry about it at the moment.

In front of the Primarch's story, mortals are nothing but ants.

Horus was thinking about how to speak, he was already grieving enough, and the Wolf God didn't want his brothers to suffer more grief.

Guilliman and Dorn have a certain psychological construction on this matter, and the angel Sanguinius knows everything Horus knew before. Mortarion and Magnus are ignorant, they don't have to get involved in this among things.

Horus invited Mortarion and Magnus on the one hand because Mortarion did participate in the Battle of Randan, and Magnus might be able to express some opinions on the [psychic erasure of memory].

On the other hand, well, it was Horus' selfishness, and Horus knew he needed to invite the ignorant, otherwise the conversation between Dorn, Guilliman, and Sanguinius would turn into a disaster—

For the disappearing legion, they all know part of the content.

If there are ignorant people present, the other three will not speak easily, maybe this will make them feel better and turn their attention to the new brother.

Mortarion Horus thought he'd get everyone's attention, the angels and Guilliman would try to help him, and on the subject of psykers, he might chat well with Magnus.

When he arrived, the door of the banquet hall was closed in front of him, and some faint noises came from behind the heavy solid wooden door.

It seems they chatted well.

This fact made Horus's heavy heart a little relieved. He didn't rush in. The Wolf God took a deep breath and squeezed out a perfect and sunny smile.

At least in front of Mortarion and Magnus, he needs to maintain the image that nothing happened.

He was looking forward to the banquet beyond the door, at least not as heavy as it was.

Horus strode open the door.

"Hello, everyone--"

Horus' voice stopped abruptly.

The angel Sanguinius was half-kneeling on the ground, and the great angel was pressing Mortarion hard, while Mortarion was still struggling. On the other side, Dawn stood beside Magnus with his arms folded. The scarlet giant originally The fluttering and fluffy long hair was sticking limply, and he stood without saying a word.

Seeing Horus coming, the angel looked up and gave him an apologetic smile.

Horus slowly made a question mark.

?

Horus sat silently on the chair. On the dining table beside him, the dishes had been removed, leaving only crumpled white cloth, just like Horus' heart.

He might have come here for something, but he looked at Guilliman who was evacuating the crowd, at the angel whose wings were slightly downturned, and at Dorne who was sitting there alone without saying a word.

Horus suddenly had a sense of the absurd that he shouldn't be here.

Maybe he shouldn't have invited Mortarion, or Magnus, or both.

Even Horus, who often gave impromptu speeches, felt the powerlessness of language in the face of this abstract fact.

The entire hall exuded an indescribable dullness, and for some reason, it seemed that all the Primarchs released an apology to Horus.

This also included Magnus checking his heir's injuries, and Mortarion sitting on the other side with a stern face, his heirs were checking him - the angel used a little force.

According to the angel's narration, Mortarion seized the opportunity to break free from Guilliman and Dorne while Guilliman was entangled with mortals on the comm channel-this guy has endurance beyond everyone's expectations.

With some sort of [monstrous rage], Mortarion tried to wrestle Magnus.

Then he was pinned down by the angel, and the good news is that after seeing the Lord of Death coming towards him, Magnus managed to stop provoking Mortarion.

In the end, it was Horus' proposal to ask Mortarion's two death shrouds to persuade him. This was a good proposal. The Lord of Death finally calmed down and vowed not to take the initiative to attack Magnus now.

"Almost all right."

Finally, Guilliman, who had been commanding in a low voice, broke the silence.

"Most of the people will receive level-[-] amnestics, while the honor guards on the outskirts will only need level-[-] surgery."

"The Ultramarines will take them to complete the operation, and I have just explained the reason to the planetary governor of this planet."

The angel Sanguinius showed a relieved smile, and the archangel looked at Guilliman,
"Thank you for being here, Guilliman. If it weren't for you, I think the turmoil of this farce would have spread farther."

"Actually, news of this banquet may still be spread in a ciphertext, but I don't think anyone will believe such an exaggerated ciphertext."

Guilliman gave a wry smile, his gaze wandering between the far ends of the hall, where Magnus and Mortarion sat respectively.

Finally, Guilliman turned his gaze to Horus.

Obviously, only Horus can end it all, not the angels, Guilliman's qualifications are not enough, and Donne doesn't have the personal charm to convince the crowd.

In fact, Dorne had already scolded Mortarion and Magnus for their behavior just now, and he was obviously puzzled by their behavior of doing something at the slightest disagreement.

Horus could understand Magnus to a certain extent. Magnus would not tolerate others insulting psykers in front of him. After all, that was his proudest identity.

But Mortarion Horus didn't understand why he still chose to publicly insult Magnus on the premise that he knew that Magnus was a psyker.

Horus knew about Mortarion's dislike for the think tank. As early as Druen, Mortarion had shown a twisted and hidden dislike for the think tank of the Death Guard.

After listening to the angel's unaltered recitation, Horus suddenly had a terrible thought.

That is, could Mortarion be trying to persuade Magnus?
The idea was so horrific that Horus spontaneously refused to think deeply about it, and if true, it meant that Mortarion was incapable of human interaction.
Maybe Dawn will have something in common with him.

However, stalemate is not always a solution. After the bell tower struck the ninth night, Horus finally organized a decent meeting.

Originally, Horus directly planned to let Mortarion and Magnus leave. Although the estrangement is sad, Horus has no obligation to match the relationship between each legion.

Sometimes, Horus is happy to see friction and conflicts between some legions.

But the angel looked at him and said thoughtfully,

"I'd like to hear their respective debates about psionics, Lupekar."

"Perhaps Magnus' arguments are already familiar to us, but this new brother, Mortarion, I am curious about his point of view."

The angel silently looked away, staring at the position of the death guard. Compared with the chattering Thousand Sons, the death guard was extraordinarily silent.

Dorn, Guilliman, and Horus didn't realize it, but the angel did.

It is inconvenient for the Archangel to directly point out that using Magnus may be a good solution.

Maybe he shouldn't be so obsessed, but no one with ether vision will ignore and underestimate that existence.

He at least needs to confirm whether the death guard is conducting some kind of forbidden experiment. Although Magnus is impulsive, the words he shouted still make the angel care.

With the efforts of Horus, Mortarion with a cold face and Magnus with an angry and disgusted face sat at the two ends of a long table.

"I don't want you to apologize for your slanderous words, but I won't talk to you any more."

"Let my commander Hades answer your questions for me and refute your absurdity."

Mortarion said calmly that he would never come to the so-called banquet again. Whether it was for Mortarion or others, this would be a disaster.

【What about your slander against psykers? !Your prejudiced words! 】

Magnus growled angrily, and any Primarch present could testify that Mortarion had started the quarrel first.

Mortarion looked at him quietly, with rage in his eyes, but the Lord of Death did not speak again——

It was another contempt, another irony, Magnus realized angrily.

So he turned back.

+ Ahriman, on behalf of my will, go and argue with that barbarian. +
+ Do not be afraid, my son, if it tries to attack you, I will stop it. +
Ahriman swallowed, and looked at the existence on the opposite side.

There are hundreds and thousands of unspeakable senses and emotions in the Ocean of Ether, but what makes Ahriman feel painful is that the existence on the opposite side is tormenting his senses in all directions.

It seems that the only way to avoid it is to turn off the vague ether perception, but this is not realistic for the Thousand Sons like Ahriman.

But he could not refuse the Scarlet King Magnus.

+ Yes, my lord. +
Ahriman has no choice, the choice is the only one, and it has been observed.

At least for now, most of the Primarchs present are in favor of Magnus' position, especially the angel Sanguinius. Ahriman does not believe that after causing such a commotion, the angels with psychic talents have not noticed anything .

As long as it is a psyker, after seeing the essence of that creature, he will choose to stand on the position of the Thousand Sons.

Ahriman took a deep breath and stepped forward.

At least he believed he could defend himself against these inarticulate fellows, the necessary skill of oratory at Prospero.

Then he saw it, and Hades on the opposite side smiled at him.

It was the same smile as before, and Ahriman was terrified by the half-smile.

He even read a slight apology from that smile, what is he apologizing for——

A straight punch.

After that laugh, all Ahriman faced was a straight punch.

A straight punch without any skill.

The opponent's left eye hidden under the hood flashed a terrifying afterimage of red light, and the smile on the corner of Hades' mouth hadn't even faded away completely.

After that he was broken.

Ahriman wasn't sure if the punch had stunned his flesh, or if the blasphemous force tainted by it had crushed his spirit—or both.

This is rare. For the first time, Ahriman has reaped a deep sleep in the true sense. He no longer actively perceives the etheric field, and he completely cut off his connection with the outside world.

When he woke up again, what he saw was his moaning companion—Ariman bet that after knocking him out, the monster lightened its strength appropriately.

And the indescribable expressions of the Imperial Fist and the Blood Angels who were watching around.

this is not right.

Ahriman thought angrily that they had not seen the projection of Hades in the vast ocean, and it seemed to them that it was just the Thousand Sons being thrown straight to the ground.

This is wrong, they fought in the vast ocean, but none of them realized that they only saw the picture of Qianzi collapsing in embarrassment.

The sense of shame and anger climbed up, which made Ahriman feel the decisive courage, and the Thousand Sons needed to win back.

He thought about it all, Angels would understand psionics, Lord Macragge would agree with Guilliman if Ahriman described the orderly and orderly side of psionics.

And Lord Horus must be the one who will help whichever side shows weakness, and he will not try to interfere with the two sides with his own point of view.

The only trouble was Don, but Ahriman believed that Don could not win much support for his own views.

Suddenly, Ahriman realized that they had won the battle. They defeated the Death Guard and made the adults realize what kind of existence Hades was. Then they could contact the Emperor and reveal Mortarion's crimes.

Opposite Ahriman, Hades raised his eyebrows, his opponent seemed to be in some kind of thinking.

Compared to the Thousand Sons who was determined to win, Hades didn't care about winning or losing.

If he wanted to win the argument, he could say it all like pouring beans, and then laughed and watched all the primarchs in the hall fall into hallucinations on the spot, and finally succeeded in falling into demons.

The language itself is meaningless. Facing an object that conforms to Hades' hands-on agreement, Hades will only choose to solve the problem physically.

Although this is not quite in line with 3k's quaint morality, it is in line with 30k's.

Seeing that Ahriman was still thinking, Hades realized that the other side really wanted to convince all the Primarchs and punish him or something.

Hades saw the effort on the other side.

As for Hades' efforts
The door of the hall was slammed open, and a Custodian and Sister of Silence walked in with their heads held high. The red temples on their helmets were raised high, showing their image that cannot be ignored.

Hades noticed that, except for Magnus and Ahriman, the faces of the remaining Primarchs were not very good-

It's the forbidden army!
Ahriman realizes, are they here to capture Hades?After all, Hades has traces of the emperor's seal on his body.

This is really some kind of good thing, the other party has failed, and the Imperial Army will reveal their crimes.

Hades crossed his arms and tilted his head helplessly.

There is no way to shake people's fun in warp knitting, although the other side seems to have misunderstood.

But Charon and the others came very quickly, thanks to this fact, but Hades suspected that they had been dormant near the Death Guard fleet.

Charon saluted the Primarchs, then walked straight to Hades—

salute.

Magnus' eyes widened.

　Yes, code
　　
　
(End of this chapter)