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

Chapter 663 111. Prophet Angron
【Barbarus】

Hades pushed open the door exhausted.

He looked up and saw Magnus and Mortarion chatting. Magnus was very emotional, and there was Ahriman who seemed to be drunk and cried in Karas' arms. The Thousand Sons and Karas looked like some kind of frustrated middle-aged people.

"..."

Hades closed the door silently.

He paused for a second, then pushed the door open again.

Mortarion and Magnus stopped at the same time and looked back at Hades in silence, at whom Karas was giving a middle finger.

?

Where did Callas learn this?

Hades coughed twice. Since he knew a little about metal shaping, his armor now looked like brand new - there was no sign at all of the fierce battle he had just experienced.

It wasn't a fierce battle, but Hades was furious at Tarazim's poor performance. He watched Tarazim, with his fully equipped godly equipment, fight Zandrick, who had just started out with his initial equipment, in a tie.

"I brought another Magnus with me, in another dimension."

boom!
Magnus stood up suddenly, and the Primarch's huge body instantly made the entire space narrow.

[What is the path of that Magnus? !]

Magnus tensed, his hair flying.

"I didn't have a deep conversation with him, so I will just classify him as..."

Hades pondered for a moment.

"Neutral good? Neutral evil?"

"unimportant,"

Hades said,

"The decision is yours, I'm just a laborer."

He has not studied psychic powers in depth, so what the product of the fusion of the two Magnus fragments will be... these psychics will know better than him.

A faint laugh came from Mortarion's end.

【To underestimate oneself. 】

The Primarch said,
[You can pull the Lord of Mankind off that chair and sit on it yourself... or I can do it.]

"Your thoughts are a little too dangerous."

Hades took it casually, but he understood Mortarion completely.

He made way for Magnus and Ahriman as they had to prepare for the next ceremony. Magnus looked quite excited, and after a few simple words, the Primarch hurried out with the Thousand Sons.

When passing Hades, Magnus nodded solemnly to Hades.
【Thanks for your help. I also hope you didn't scare him. 】

"A little bit of intimidation,"

Hades crossed his arms, he thought he had handled it gently, with just a little intimidation.

"Otherwise he won't go with me."

The hurried footsteps disappeared, and Hades' eyes turned back.
"So you and Red Pioglin are...?"

We have reached a consensus for the time being.

Mortarion said calmly, even though he was still spewing white mist from time to time like a broken machine.
[In certain sub-areas of the Warp, on the views of some of our brothers, and on the views of the Lord of Mankind, we have reached a consensus, although there are still differences, but this is not a problem. ]

"...?"

[In areas where we disagreed, I used my psychic powers to convince him.]

Hades had a slightly tense expression on his face.

He walked over hesitantly, sat in Magnus's place, and took over the Red King's gossip.

"That's not the same as the way I remember you... but it's not bad."

If the original Mortarion was like this, Hades thought, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to analyze it.

【It's just a way to have fun in the midst of suffering. 】

Mortarion said to mobilize the psychic power on Barbarus and let the two outsiders leave.

[Ten thousand years, except for my biological father who still looks the same... everyone else has changed. ]

"So what do you think of Red Pioglin?"

[More cautious, still stupid sometimes, but at least I have learned to face absolute power without being stupid.]

Mortarion paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said to himself,
[I was shocked by this. Magnus has lost his confidence.]

Hades was stunned for a moment.
"It's inevitable,"

He says,

"I have been broken into pieces... most of them are still in Tzeentch's hands. No one can be optimistic."

Mortarion nodded, wondering what he was thinking.

Hades continued to eat snacks to replenish his energy, but he suddenly realized that the Primarch had been silent for a long time.

"Are you planning to show your brotherhood?!"

Hades suddenly raised his head and stared at Mortarion, who was obviously hesitant.

[No, it's just that I can't let them slow us down any further.]

Mortarion replied, thinking of the Sanguinius Rebellion and Magnus who seemed to be expressing his true feelings just now.

Magnus's condition is...not very stable.

Opposite him, Hades showed a meaningful expression.

"what ever,"

Hades said casually,

"There are some things I really can't do anymore. They want to vomit when they see me, and there's nothing I can do about it."

In response, Mortarion immediately began to mock Hades without hesitation.

Hades's reaction was to immediately hit back at Mortarion with words, but the Primarch had long since become indifferent to the ridicule from Hades.

If language could break down Mortarion's defenses, the Pale Lord would have died countless times in the past ten thousand years.

Hades' argument is - is it possible that the Primarch who has stayed in the garden for a thousand years is a clean enough being?

After thousands of years, everyone has finally become stinky cans, which is a cause for celebration.

What else can they do? They can only throw shit at anything that crosses them, but luckily it works.

....................................

【past】

【secret?】

Angron said, pushing his dreadlocks back with one hand - after removing all the Butcher's Nails, Angron had grown his hair, and his current hairstyle was the same as his old teacher's in Nuseria.

[Another secret... No, there's no need to explain. I'm just expressing my feelings.]

【…】

Mortarion stood on the Martian wasteland. He looked like some kind of humanoid monster, his white eyes sensing and searching for the entrance to the Eternal Night Labyrinth.

【You look unhappy.】

Angron said without thinking,
[I know that Sanguinius was a bit harsh in the previous meeting. You know... they are also very anxious. They have been in the dark side of the Empire for too long.]

【how? 】

Angron never stopped talking, and Mortarion felt a little annoyed, but he invited Angron to fight the C'tan with him - Angron was very strong now.

【I see--】

Angron suddenly realized.
[Are you angry because you didn't fully protect the Night Lords, or because that brat Sevatar didn't say anything nice to you? ]

Angron laughed. In the previous meeting, all the Primarchs advocated breaking up the Night Lords. Only Mortarion, who was obviously at odds with Konrad, was trying to protect the Night Lords.

It seems that Mortarion had some friendship with the deceased Conrad, but Sevatar didn't treat the Pale Lord well either.

Thinking of this, Angron smiled and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had never imagined that the emotional fluctuations of several primarchs together were more than what he had seen in the first half of his life combined.

[You still look nervous, Mortarion. I just wish you could... relax sometimes?]

Angron fiddled with his battle axe. He had a feeling that he would have to rest for a while after this battle, but this might be a good thing for him, as he didn't have to get involved in Terra's affairs.

The nobles of Terra were trying to win over the Primarchs, but Angron didn't want to waste too much energy on this, so he might as well just lie down and give the World Eaters a reason to leave the strife zone with dignity.

【Relax? 】

The Pale Lord sneered.

[Comfort brings laziness, laziness brings dereliction of duty, dereliction of duty brings...failure. ]

[Humanity, the Empire, and the Legion cannot make any more mistakes. 】

【Being tense all the time will cause problems.】

Angron said, turning his head to look at Mortarion, but due to the nature of the Warp being liberated, he could not see much.
[Although it is offensive, our brothers on the dark side of the empire all have some mental problems, Mortarion. I feel that the pressure you put on yourself is no less than theirs.]

[I'm just worried about you. You have to learn to relax and communicate more with others. Although most of us have some problems... but I think the brothers are still willing to communicate with you more. Most of them are curious about you. After all, you are the one who is closest to the essence among us. ]

Angron said, switching hands to wield the axe.

【I have my own persistence. 】

Mortarion said simply, laughing contemptuously,

[Willing to communicate...Have you forgotten their faces at the meeting? ]

Beside him, Angron sighed.

【You will regret this. 】

The Lord of Red Sand abandoned his usual euphemisms and went straight to the point.

“You look like someone who will suddenly understand everything after a long time, Mortarion.” Angron muttered again, looking confused as well.

[Our brothers all have this problem to a greater or lesser extent. ]

【In this regard,】

Angron raised his voice.
[I bet one Terran copper coin, Mortarion, what do you bet? ]

Mortarion tapped the Red Sand Lord's leg armor impatiently with the end of his sickle, signaling him to stop chatting. He had already found the entrance to the Eternal Night Labyrinth.

[No, never.]

The Pale Lord said.

..............................

【now】

【Terra】

"...My child, you seem to be much more responsible and conscientious than I thought."

In front of the huge holy computing center, a middle-aged man with a simple appearance spoke to the mist monster beside him.

[Have you finally dropped your disguise? ]

White mist lingered around Mortarion, and the Pale Lord said impatiently,
"My best friend has recently relaxed his surveillance on me because of a little trouble - he realized that maybe I am not his biggest trouble anymore."

The Lord of Mankind raised the corners of his mouth, and Lustful Heaven also moved away from his original position, which made Chaos's suppression of him lessened a little.

At this point, although Tzeentch was his greatest trouble, he should probably be thankful for the suffering he had caused Malcador.

"What's more, we already have a trump card that is enough to intimidate all of Chaos. Human history has never been so bright."

【You can go to work and clean up the mess you left behind.】

"I have been trying,"

The Emperor spread out his hands.
"It's just some misery right now... most of my strength lies beyond this."

"Tell me, why did you change your mind?"

【Because a king does not care about his kingdom. 】

The Emperor readily ignored Mortarion's reply.

"I am pleased to see your growth. You will lead the empire to revival, my child."

So where is your position?

【He won’t reply to you. 】

A cold voice sounded as Mortarion finished speaking. The two men turned their heads at the same time and saw the projected shadow of Fenus.

Mortarion sneered.

【Is this your idea, Lord of Humanity?】

"The internal affairs are corrupt, so I have no choice but to resort to this measure."

[Do you realize the importance of Malcador now? ]

The Emperor once again shut up and remained calm. Mortarion realized that if he continued to say this, he would be the only one to be angry.

They have always been at odds.

Finus, who had been watching the battle in silence, spoke up.

[Perhaps Malcador has advised you not to be too radical in some aspects, Lord of Mankind?]

"Compromise alone will only lead to an avalanche of losses."

The Emperor spread out his hands.
“But so far, reality has proven me right.”

Fenus raised his eyes. He suspected that Mortarion was about to knock out the incarnation of the Lord of Mankind with his sickle. Fenus frowned, realizing that this behavior was inappropriate.

Finus took the initiative to change the subject, which was rare.

[Pale Lord, what are you doing here? I think the storm caused by Lustful Heaven is still raging in the Barbarus Star Region? ]

【…】

【To confirm what our father is doing. 】

Mortarion said slowly, looking at Finus with sharp eyes.
【really. 】

I also think this is a bit inappropriate.

Finus nodded. Because it was a projection, a golden halo shone beside his figure.
[But this is a solution. Human officials are too inefficient and corrupt.]

The Emperor nodded with satisfaction, indicating that he agreed with what Fenus said.

So what is the effect?

Mortarion asked, frowning.

【For this, we should all thank Pluto,】

Finus spread out his hands, and the projected data appeared densely on his hands.
[The Mechanicus is very cooperative with the installation of the Nirvana system. With the application of the Academy of Athens, I think the Empire will soon be able to achieve digital management of several major star regions.]

[The speed of system and hardware iteration is also very fast. The hundreds of experimental projects that Pluto has circled for special attention are progressing very quickly. In the foreseeable three years, the iteration of computing power will be able to keep up with the accumulation of data, and military projects and people's livelihood projects are also advancing very quickly - we are now in a stage of explosive productivity. 】

[I have also asked the Iron Hands to step up cooperation with the Mechanicus - after putting aside their internal strife, the Mechanicus has shown amazing productivity and creativity. I think we have underestimated them before.]

"how?"

The Emperor spoke.
"Don't look at me. I specially designed two of you to connect with the Mechanicus, but the facts cannot keep up with the changes."

There was a moment's silence, then Finus spoke again.

[My suggestion is to let Pluto take full charge of the management and scientific research and development of the Mechanicus, rather than letting him fight against Chaos, fight, connect with alien races, and approve documents - although I understand that the Empire is currently lacking a pillar. ]

Finus said impartially and objectively.

【He won't like staying in the lab all the time.】

Mortarion responded slowly, and he was silent for a moment. Fenus was processing data synchronously, so he didn't care about the silence, and the Emperor? The Pale Lord didn't care about him.

Mortarion circled around the shadow of Fenus.
[How do you feel, Finus?]

the Primarch suddenly asked.

【Reality is the fact.】

Finus nodded briefly,

[Perhaps I will be frustrated by the complete loss of my physical body, but I don’t have too many emotions now, and redundant computing power should not be used to simulate emotions.]

【…】

Mortarion was breathing. He closed his eyes and breathed in silence seven times before opening them again.

He was just taking precautions.

[Do you need to ask Hades to come over and take a look? ]

[Increase computing power? Yes - if Pluto can accept that his creation has become a half-psychic, half-mechanical product. ]

"I don't think we need to tell him yet, my friend. He is busy enough. Although you accuse me of dereliction of duty, you are also avoiding the territory of Barbarus under your command, aren't you, Mortarion?"

The Emperor said that perhaps he was unaware of what the Pale Lord was worried about, or perhaps he was aware of it but considered it unimportant.

Mortarion took a deep breath, and white mist suddenly blew out of his respirator. He looked even more disgusted with the world.

I have another question.

Mortarion turned directly to the Lord of Mankind,

"Why didn't you tell the rest of the Thousand Sons the truth? Did you talk to Magnus after he returned?"

"Is it necessary?"

The emperor said solemnly,

"Magnus did not come to me as you did - he is still a broken fragment, and forgetting will happen very quickly."

"I handed the Grey Knights over to him and gave him the power to freely browse all the information of the Empire. I granted him the freedom without supervision. This is my reward to him and proof of my trust in him."

Mortarion realized that the words were meant sincerely.

The Lord of Mankind did trust and love Magnus, and he showed this by granting the Red King power and an army.

【…】

Take a deep breath, take another deep breath, seven breaths, you can do it.

In the face of ten thousand years of suffering, language is not a torment.

Finally, Mortarion spoke.

[I am glad that I am not standing in your shadow any longer, Neos—but some people are still suffering.]

He squeezed out these words with difficulty.

No, he just didn't want the previous tragedy to happen again.

"You mean, I should just brush him off with empty words without any promise?"

Neos said, Mortarion said nothing, just stared at the Lord of Mankind.

【You should communicate with him at least once. 】

Mortarion said this through gritted teeth, and he suddenly felt that what Neos said made sense. If it were him, the Pale Lord would never be encouraged or discouraged by a few words from the Lord of Mankind - he wanted his soldiers, his power, his money, and his work - but never his words.

He would rather listen to Nurglings screaming and farting in the garden than listen to his biological father lying.

According to this logic, the Lord of Mankind really treated Magnus well.

Mortarion was silent.

But his brothers were not like Mortarion, and it was clear that a few words from the Emperor would go a long way to allay their anxieties.

"But...what did Magnus talk to you about?"

【Psychic power.】

(End of this chapter)