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

Chapter 697 145. Mortarion approved none of them
【Toughness】

On the hospital bed, Mortarion, who was once again wrapped in bandages like a mummy, slowly stood up. He calmly looked at Karas who was cutting open his hand nails and pouring medicine into them.

【…】

Seeing Mortarion waking up, Karas's mouth twitched slightly with a forced smile, as a greeting.

【I think you can be gentler. 】

"I think you're tough enough."

Karas simply rejected the Primarch's request.
"You nearly died, Lord Mortarion, and I think your thoughtful mind decided to leave your psychic essence exposed to the Undersea.

We should all thank Negative Psychic Ogryn this time, as he showed much more self-control this time than before."

【…】

Mortarion lay back calmly. He thought now was not the right time to explain. It was a fact that he could not argue with Kharas Typhon.

But he can deny Karas's death petition.

【Where are the dead souls? 】

Mortarion stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. He felt the change in his own power - a part of the authority of the Eldar Death God was finally integrated with him.

This is a good thing, as it will keep him further away from Nurgle's realm.

"To discuss matters of state with the great Guilliman Roboute."

Karas smiled maliciously again and looked at Mortarion in brief silence until two footsteps interrupted their silence.

One of the footsteps was so light that it was barely noticeable, cautious and steady; the other was random and loose.

【knock, knock~】

A familiar, sickening voice sounded at the door, and Conrad knocked.

[A mad guy who was tortured by the prophecy came to visit his "brother" who never believed in prophecy and fate. 】

Without permission, Koz poked his head into the ward and smiled a strange and pleasant smile.

【I'm glad you look terrible.】

【Conrad.】

A slight warning sounded behind Curze, and the melancholy raven nodded apologetically to the Death Guard at the door, then followed Conrad into the house.

Mortarion's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Karas in disbelief. Karas heard the psychic communication from the God of Death.

+You let them in...Karas? +
"why not?"

Callas turned his back to the door and lip-synced.

"I have asked Soulless Ogryn, your brothers are harmless at the moment. Communicate more with your brothers, and you will get better faster."

+I can't.+
Karas smiled and put away the potion he had injected into Mortarion.

"If you have no problem, then come and approve the documents."

Mortarion was silent. Why did they need to approve documents after Guilliman returned? Karas was talking nonsense.

He watched as Karas skillfully exchanged a few words with the two similar Primarchs, then left and left the space to the Primarchs.

What does he have to talk about with them?

Mortarion wanted to continue pretending to be dead, but Curze did not give him the opportunity. The pale face of the Lord of Midnight suddenly appeared right above Mortarion, blocking his view of the ceiling.

【Long time no see, my...brother.】

Conrad emphasized the last High Gothic word, and Mortarion sat up expressionlessly. He casually stretched out his hand from the bed, and the scythe instantly condensed in his hand.

【I don't mind if you keep quiet, Conrad.】

It seemed that he thought Conrad's behavior was indeed inappropriate. From the perspective of the warp, Mortarion felt his eyes go dark.
Then Corax was seen with one hand on Curze's shoulder, glancing at the bat with his dark eyes, while Curze's smile became stiff.

[Okay, okay~]

Curze said, backing away slowly and cautiously, but Corax still had his hand on his shoulder, as if in warning.

【You guys chat.】

Corax nodded, his eyes still dark, and he looked at Mortarion.

[I heard you were badly injured, are you feeling better now, my brother? ]

Mortarion was not familiar with Corax, and the raven had always been careful to hide itself in the shadows and erase its presence as much as possible.

All he knew was that Corax had a good relationship with Guilliman.

【It’s OK. 】

Mortarion said calmly, and his ten thousand years of training allowed him to add the second half of the sentence.

【thanks for caring.】

Corax seemed relieved.

You were in that position, weren't you?

Corax spoke calmly, but Mortarion always felt that there was a hint of melancholy in this guy's eyes.

【I'm fine. 】

Mortarion reiterated, his hands spread out, his limbs mostly covered in bandages seeming unconvincing.

Glad to see you're okay.

Corax explained, smiling apologetically.

[Guilliman and I have both been... psychicized at different times, so we know the negative effects of psychic backlash.]

Corax wanted to ask about those chairs. Mortarion seemed to know more than they did. How did the Pale Lord escape the backlash? Was it just relying on Hades?
But it seemed that Mortarion was not happy to talk about this right now - or perhaps Curze had messed up the conversation.

【I discovered my essence before you did.】

Mortarion said calmly, raising an eyebrow, he didn't understand what Corax's point was, the pressure of the god of death permeated from his breath.

【? 】

Corax opened his eyes wide in surprise, then as if realizing something, he laughed.

【I am only worried about you, Mortarion, nothing more.】

【I'm just worried about you,】

Koz took advantage of every opportunity.

[Worried that you can’t continue to suffer——?! ]

Corax turned his head sharply and saw Curze falling to the ground and rolling over in pain, with mist constantly gushing out of his mouth and nose.

【Thank you for your concern, Corax.】

Mortarion said calmly, "If there is nothing else, you can go back first - Conrad can stay."

Corax slowly turned his head, seemingly struggling internally, and in the end the Primarch proved that his conscience was greater than his evil.

[Thank you for your kindness, but I am Coze’s temporary supervisor now…]

【Then take good care of him. 】

Mortarion said, controlling the psionics to throw Curze out of the ward.

Just as he ran into Guilliman who was about to arrive at the ward, Robert looked in surprise at a dark shadow rushing out of the ward.

【Please go back. 】

Then came Corax who came out somewhat helplessly.

Corax and Guilliman exchanged glances, and Guilliman could roughly guess what had just happened - then he knocked on the door and prepared to enter the room, but the door of the ward was opened by the fog before him, and the evil spirit in the fog was staring at him sinisterly.

Guilliman paused for a moment, then walked in firmly and closed the door of the ward gently.

Corax was left looking back into the ward worriedly.

………………

【Have you ever thought about this day, Guilliman?】

Mortarion spoke sarcastically, and mist enveloped the ward, staining the shining crown on Guilliman's head with mist, and dewdrops condensed heavily.

【Thinking of what you look like now? 】

Guilliman sighed, and his strength just now suddenly became old. He dragged a chair and sat next to Mortarion's bed.

[I never thought about it until that happened.]

Guilliman said truthfully, his eyes pleading.

[I don't ask for your forgiveness. Today I just want to visit you. We haven't seen each other for a long time, Mortarion. Thank you for the potion you gave me.]

Mortarion muttered quietly, then raised his voice.

[It’s just a small effort—where are the dead souls? ]

Guilliman knew that the dead soul referred to Hades. He could not call Hades' name now as he had not yet overcome his instinctive disgust and distance.

[Finus has something to ask him,]

Guilliman raised his hand.
[And...it seems that the dead soul has some anger and opinions about his Nirvana system. ]

【Um,】

Mortarion was just looking for trouble, and he was simply displeased by Guilliman's relieved expression.

[During my coma, you borrowed him back and forth? Without the approval of the Death Guard?]

Now it was Guilliman's turn to be surprised.
[I asked the Dark Cult system for approval——Is he still affiliated with the Death Guard’s government affairs system? ]

Mortarion fell silent.

Mortarion took a deep breath.

Mortarion recalled, understood, learned, and activated the passive ability of the Lord of Mankind: Automatically ignore and skip!
[You are going to Baal next? ]

He stared at Guilliman, who was visibly more exhausted, and the Primarch sighed and buried his face in his hands.

After a few seconds, Guilliman raised his head again.

[I am extremely sorry for what happened, Mortarion. I am sorry for what happened. I am very, very sorry.]

【I don't need your apology. 】

Mortarion said truthfully that he was not a vindictive man - no, he was.

But Guilliman and his men had already reaped the fruits of their own actions.

【You should think about what to do next. 】

【Go to Barr.】

Guilliman said firmly,
[I was worried about whether he could bear the huge amount of psychic faith - now it seems that my worries are completely unnecessary, Hadi... the dead souls can bring them back. ]

Mortarion stared at Guilliman. The tragedy of that year was still an insurmountable gap in Guilliman's heart, but Mortarion was no longer sad about it.

He just felt cold.

In the short time since he took that seat, Mortarion had seen too much—

What happened back then was inevitable and could not be forcibly prevented by the primarchs.

The Emperor did not intend to allow Pluto to erode him directly, as the risk of losing control would be greatly increased - he could only let others take over his position again and again.

Did Neos do this on purpose, or is this just a tragic coincidence?

Mortarion's eyes narrowed dangerously, but he was not about to find out the truth.

Yes and no have no meaning.

【Thank him. 】

Mortarion turned his eyes away and no longer looked at Guilliman's self-blaming expression. For some reason, even though it was Guilliman and his group who had harmed Mortarion that time.

But seeing Guilliman's battered and painful apology, Mortarion did not feel good.

【We should all... thank Pluto. 】

One that would allow them to avoid the corruption of the Warp.

Hades had saved him once, now it was up to him to continue to step up and save others.

Mortarion has nothing to say about this, and he will become the god of death who cuts off the tragedy.

………………

"Ah!"

Hades sneezed violently, and the holographic projection beside him, flashing with golden light, looked at him.

【What's wrong? 】

Fenus asked, worried.

He invited Hades over because he wanted Pluto to help filter out the negative spiritual energy and impurities stored in the Black Stone storage system.

"fine."

Hades wiped his nose and placed his hand on the huge integrated black stone again.

"Maybe someone just cursed me."

(End of this chapter)