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

Chapter 702 150. [Murder]

“Very advanced mental state and version understanding.”

Hades commented.

"...Do you need to rest now, Lao Mo?"

Mortarion was clearly speechless, and the Primarch glanced at Hades, mist gushing from his gas mask.

[That was a story from thousands of years ago... I have long forgotten it.]

…………

What can Mortarion see?
Mortarion could see nothing.

Mist, mist, mist - Mortarion's world is filled with hazy fog. Sometimes, he is one of these ethereal and uncertain existences, and sometimes, he is trapped here.

There is no path to reality.

But Mortarion knew he had to go back.

The fools who could not understand the Warp were so self-righteous that they built a false god altar with their own hands that was enough to destroy human civilization. Mortarion's instincts had warned him before this, but he was trapped in the shackles of the Warp again.

Mortarion even began to miss Magnus.

Only those Primarchs who were well versed in psionics knew what they were doing - they did not believe in numerology, and never tried to understand Mortarion's words.

If humans do not want to be completely destroyed into the Kingdom of God in Heaven the moment the Lord of Humanity rises, they should act immediately to prevent this catastrophe instead of accelerating it.

Stupid.

Guys who only look at the surface.

The angels and flies in appearance... Mortarion knew what people would choose, no need to say more.

Only the white mist flows quietly.

…………

[Depressing atmosphere.]

Guilliman spoke in a voice that only the three Primarchs could hear, and led by the Silent Soulless, they moved towards the direction of the Underworld Cathedral after visiting the Ecclesiarchy Cathedral.

The completely black Hades Cathedral presents a cold style, with sharp lines reaching up to the clouds. It can be seen that the designer has incorporated postmodern elements while referring to the Gothic style. The complex patterns unique to the Gothic style have been simplified and abstracted into just a few lines.

grand.

Every part of the church is huge enough to overwhelm the senses and cast a dark shadow on the ground, like a bottomless abyss.

Sanguinius's long golden eyelashes trembled.

[He wants people to fear Hades, just as they fear him and the Death Guard.]

Unlike the reduced-sized Night Lords, who rely on human skin, flesh and bones to build up terror, the terror of the Death Guard comes from inhuman silence and murderousness. They are like bloody monsters moving in the fields, looming in the fog.

Guilliman nodded, then shook his head, and said casually,
[I talked to administrators of the denomination, and I would have thought it would be a more secular place.]

Rather slippery administrators, Guilliman sometimes even doubts whether they believe in the Cult of the Underworld or are simply working for the welfare of the cult.

The plate where the Hades Church stood was a wetland. The fog here was extremely thick. The Primarchs could see a corner of the Death Guard on alert in the fog in the distance, and then it disappeared again in the fog.

Finally, a few scarlet lights appeared in front.

The knights lined up, and the serious-looking Soulless stood silently with their eyes closed on both sides of the door, their eyes and mouths sewn shut. Two ferocious three-headed dog sculptures stood beside the Soulless, staring at them fiercely.

[This doesn't look like a church...it looks more like hell.]

Angron muttered quietly, watching as Sanguinius smiled and walked forward to talk to the leader of the Death Guard who greeted them. The Death Guard were all wearing helmets! The Primarch could only distinguish them by the different patterns on their shoulder armor.

After the conversation, a mortal with a big smile on his face came out. He was extremely old. He walked up to the archangel, knelt down and began to lead the Primarch and his party, explaining and introducing the Cathedral of the Cult of Hades and the doctrines of this cult.

The concentration of spiritual energy here is relatively high.

Sanguinius noticed that the archangel began to try to detect it with his psychic powers, but found nothing.

The Primarchs, led by the three Primarchs, followed them in. The interior of the church was very simple, continuing the style of the cathedral's exterior. It did not have complicated portraits painted on the walls and ceilings like the State Church.

Walking further in, through a long and narrow corridor, they saw the sculpture. Angron and Guilliman frowned almost at the same time. The shadow of the hood obscured the face they were familiar with - but upon closer inspection, they found that except for the scarlet mechanical monocular, there was no carved face under the shadow.

Angron could sense the displeasure emerging from Sanguinius, but the Archangel was still interested in everything here, after all, he was in charge of the Empire's religion.

Guilliman, who was standing beside the Lord of Red Sand, showed considerable dissatisfaction and confusion.

Standing under the huge statue, Sanguinius discussed with the members of the Cult of Hades. The depressing atmosphere gave Angron and Guilliman an opportunity to leave the church. The two Primarchs stood outside the cathedral waiting.

Angron just shook his head and sighed. He felt that his confusion and puzzlement were even greater than Guilliman's. He even felt a little annoyed.

【why? 】

The Lord of Red Sand said subconsciously, expressing the confusion in their hearts.

【Why...I mean, what is Mortarion doing? 】

[Putting his former hometown friend on a pedestal? What on earth was he thinking? ]

Angron recalled his past interactions with Hades. The Lord of Red Sand was quite puzzled. He didn't think Hades would like this, so what was Mortarion doing???
Angron knew that Mortarion was doing this before, but he had never witnessed it with his own eyes. During this trip, the atmosphere here was far more troubled than Angron had imagined.

Mortarion is not only building a religion, he is even doing it on the scale of a state religion, and the biggest god in it is Hades.

Angron cares about his brothers, but he also values ​​his former comrade and savior. To the Lord of Red Sand, Hades is obviously more important than Mortarion.

He couldn't understand why Mortarion did this - he was not only betraying Hades, but also betraying Mortarion himself.

Guilliman seemed calmer than he was.

[The sect's explanation has always been that Hades can clear chaos. 】

Guilliman also frowned.
[Mortarion's report is that he hopes people will know how to expel Chaos... You know, at least Hades's true name can really drive away demons. ]

Angron sneered.
[This sounds more effective than the Divine Emperor.]

Guilliman coughed suddenly, covering up Angron's answer, and the Regent gave Angron a stern look, indicating that he should not speak like that.

Angron sneered again.

I don't understand.

The Lord of Red Sand said, his voice rough and bitter,

[If it were me, if it were me - no, it would be Mortarion. I think Mortarion is the guy who least wants to see this scene.]

[A former comrade-in-arms is being deified? No, no, no, no, what on earth is he doing? ]

Angron rubbed his head in some pain, as if the nails were still buzzing there.
It was Hades who helped him remove the butcher's nails.

[Guilliman, Hades himself is an atheist - or rather, he believes that those beings are false gods. He is a materialist, and Mortarion should also be a materialist.]

[I think, what I mean is, Mortarion could have other ways to let Hades' true name and the method of expelling chaos leak out, why did he choose the one that would cause Hades the most pain? ]

Guilliman also frowned and stared at the rolling fog in the distance in silence.

[Tell me, Angron, would the Lord of Men be pleased to see us worship him as a god?]

Guilliman's voice was very low, and fell gently into Angron's ears, but Angron just scratched his head in annoyance.

【I didn’t participate in that discussion at all! 】

Angron showed a rare anger, but the Primarch immediately took a deep breath and his eyes became deep again.

[You guys were arguing so loudly at the time, I really should describe the scene to you in detail.]

The emotion on the scene was like peeling back Angron's eyelids and throwing flashbangs at his eyeballs - throwing them like machine gun bullets.

Guilliman shook his head and raised an eyebrow.

[It’s a pity that I can’t feel anything. ]

Angron was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, there was determination in his eyes.

[I decided to beat up Mortarion on behalf of Hades, unless Mortarion told me personally that this was Hades's own wish - then I will go and beat up Hades. ]

After beating him, persuade Mortarion.

Guilliman smiled bitterly and was about to speak when suddenly a huge explosion sounded behind them!
? !
The two Primarchs looked at each other for a moment. Sanguinius?! Almost at the same time, they ran through the corridor that was about to collapse and rushed towards the main hall! !
…………

【now】

"Uh."

Hades is ashamed,
"I'll stop the Lord of Red Sand from beating you, Lao Mo, or I'll take a beating."

After all, this trend was kept alive by Hades, Kirkland, Jin, and some mortals who prayed to him... If you must say, the old yellow man who pushed him to the position of Om's Messiah also deserves to be punished.

Mortarion blew out a puff of mist.

[He had already hit me - when he was trying to stop me from assassinating Sanguinius. I'm not going to hide the fact that it hurt a lot.]

Even Mortarion, who had long been extremely insensitive to pain and was very tough, said it hurt. It was hard for Hades to imagine how much effort Angron had used.

Mortarion shook his head, but stared at Hades again.
[So...what do you think, Hades?]

Guilliman glanced at Mortarion calmly. The Primarch sometimes called Hades by his real name. Mortarion might have hoped to show his sincerity in this way, but how did he hold back?
However, given that Mortarion ate Nurglings raw, Guilliman believed that he was extremely resistant to nausea.

They had talked about this topic before, but Hades' answer was simple. Mortarion thought the answer should not be so simple. He did something quite ridiculous, even if the result was not bad for the time being.

Hades may not have said it in detail out of consideration for the Primarch.

But Hades still gave almost the same answer.

"At least it works--it works, and besides having to get used to people bowing to you, it's pretty much the same."

Hades sighed helplessly again, and Mortarion became nervous, "If I must say, I feel like I'm a celebrity."

Hades' eyes were dead. Ten thousand years later, he had to start learning how to manage his image. Fortunately, most of the time he could fool people by turning off the lights in the black zone.

He saw that Mortarion and Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time. Hades thought that Guilliman was using his mentality to target the Lord of Mankind.

……

【past】

Mortarion began to cough violently. He coughed and laughed, his whole body embedded in a thick base of Pluto.

A deep pit had sunken into his abdomen, with cracks spreading from it. All the mortals and warriors present were dead, and blood was flowing on the black stone floor.

Above his head, there was only the huge and cold statue of Pluto, looking down at him with compassion.

Opposite Mortarion, Sanguinius spread his wings and pointed the spear in his hand at Mortarion. There was a gap in the armor on his chest where a poisonous sting had been pulled out.

Guilliman stopped the angry Angron. The kick that sent Mortarion flying came from Angron. The Lord of Red Sand burst out with almost unimaginable speed and explosive power the moment he rushed into the main hall, and kicked Mortarion, who was confronting the archangel, out.

Mortarion and Sanguinius were not even aware of Angron's entrance, the Lord of the Red Sands likely adjusting their emotions and perceptions.

Angron is very well hidden. He was originally a gladiator...

He cared too much about the relationship between the Primarchs. He always wanted to maintain a stable state and didn't want anyone to shed blood. After all, they were brothers who had lived together day and night for thousands of years.

But Mortarion broke it.

[What are you doing? Mortarion? ! ! ! You want to kill your brothers? ! ! You want to kill Sanguinius? ! ! ! Just because we didn't reach an agreement before? ! ! ! ]

The gladiator roared, and Mortarion stared at Guilliman. He did not think Guilliman could hold Angron back.
Sure enough, Sanguinius pulled out a hand and grasped Angron's forearm.

The figures of the three Primarchs could not even be reflected in Mortarion's calm eyes. He was completely transformed into psychic, and grew terrifying limbs.

+Save it all.+
Mortarion said this calmly, mist gushing down from the damaged parts of his armor, and his figure began to shrink rapidly, collapsing like the shed shell of an insect.

Fog immediately surged through the main hall.

【careful! 】

Sanguinius shouted, and suddenly spread his wings to cover his two brothers. The archangel shone brightly, and the mist suddenly dissipated in the golden light under his wings.

[It's a psychic attack! ]

Unfunny hell joke, Mortarion thought, and he didn't feel like laughing.

Perhaps only Karas would laugh at this, it's a bad joke that even Hades wouldn't laugh at.

He stretched out his hand, and thousands of pairs of hands condensed from gas emerged from the mist, the first of which was Guilliman... He was the easiest to deal with.

The psychic glow around Sanguinius was painful to Mortarion, and the expulsion burned him, but it was obvious - the archangel did not practice psychic arts much.

He stabbed Mortarion simply by relying on instinct and his surging psychic energy reserves.

As for manipulating psychic energy, Mortarion has already reached the pinnacle.

The fog receded slightly, but it did not give the Primarchs a way out, and soon, the light of Sanguinius dimmed for a moment, and Mortarion reached out his hand again, and this time, he grabbed Guilliman.

The mist was extremely poisonous. He stuck his head out of the mist and looked at Guilliman with his distorted eyes. He saw endless ash floating down in Guilliman's eyes.

In just a moment, after struggling for a moment, Guilliman was confused in the confrontation between the two psychic energies.

Mortarion threw Guilliman into a corner of the main hall. A logical enough illusion for the Regent... enough to torment Guilliman.

Mortarion prepared for this for a long time. He consulted a lot of information about Macragge to ensure that every detail was true enough.

Then there was Angron.

This was somewhat difficult, but Mortarion knew Angron's character.

The Pale Lord laughed in the fog. He slightly revealed his figure and sat on Pluto's scythe. The monster was lowering its eyes from the scythe made by Pluto, with its wings drooping, looking dim and lifeless, like a rag floating in the fog.

As expected, without Guilliman's obstruction, and Sanguinius's obstruction being merely superficial, Angron rushed over.

The Lord of Red Sand exerted force on his boots, and the ground cracked! The Primarch suddenly jumped up, raised his battle axe, and chopped towards Mortarion in the air!

The fog thickened again, obscuring the vision of Sanguinius and Angron.

Did Angron think he could use his emotions to stay in the loop?
Mortarion just sat there, a mocking smile in his eyes, and when Angron was about to reach him -

Mortarion suddenly spread his wings!

Seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven eyes looked at Angron at the same time!
Amidst the dazzling green, the dead souls and bones of the aliens slaughtered by the Pale Lord screamed together, crying out their fear and despair madly to the Red Sand Lord.

Mortarion never let his brothers see the full view of his wings.

Mortarion saw Angron's pupils suddenly disappear, veins bulged, and he began to fall.

enough.

Before Angron could recover, Mortarion sneered and leaped down, but rose up in mid-air, releasing the dead who were silent in the mist, and letting Angron lose himself in the pain of the dead.

Then came…

Time belongs to the sky.

The flying Mortarion lowered his scythe and stared at Sanguinius who was flying with him. The angel's eyes were angry, and his expression was far more terrifying than the expressionless mask.

Although Mortarion is more terrifying.

[I ask you one last time, Mortarion.]

Sanguinius' voice was icy cold.
【why? 】

The tone in the Archangel's mouth was so real... so real that Mortarion even thought he was really questioning it.

+Because you did it wrong.+
Mortarion raised his scythe and struck at Sanguinius!

Two figures, one gold and one green, immediately began to fight in the air. Feathers and scales were scattered from time to time, and bright red liquid flowed out from the gaps in Mortarion's armor, drying up and turning gray in an instant.

One of the two primarchs held a sickle and the other held a spear, both of which were long-arm weapons. The difference was that the spear's attack was more direct, while the sickle needed to turn to hit. The difference in the opponent's weapons made the fight very difficult for both of them.

However, under the white waves, the roar of the Lord of Red Sand broke through the confinement from time to time, Guilliman also seemed to be about to wake up, Mortarion's actions gradually began to slow down, while Sanguinius was like a flame that burned more and more fiercely, shining like the sun.

Seeing this, Mortarion's scythe moved more and more towards the angle of exchanging lives, frequently exchanging injuries, enough to make the wounds in the Primarch's body grow again. The scythe blade reached towards the neck again and again, and Sanguinius seemed to be forced into a corner.

Mortarion saw the bloodshot in the archangel's eyes and the fangs that were gradually protruding.

It seems you haven't escaped this either...my brother.

+Vampires…+
Mortarion sighed, gave up his chest defense, and went straight to the archangel's neck! Sanguinius immediately flapped his wings, closed the distance, and pierced Mortarion's chest with one hand!

The sickle pierced through the wings behind Sanguinius, and with every flap of the Archangel's wings, blood flowed and feathers flew.

Bright red liquid spurted out from Mortarion's chest and splashed onto the golden armor.

The hood obscured the sight of the Grim Reaper, and Mortarion saw a vampire with red pupils on a black background. The former archangel had a hideous look on his face, and the severe injuries caused him to lose control briefly.

Sanguinius' eyes were filled with blood as he stared at the blood flowing on his golden armor... His fangs bared, and he licked it involuntarily.

【? ! 】

Sanguinius coughed violently, and threw Mortarion down like a piece of trash. Mortarion fell like an insect with its wings plucked out, but he couldn't stop laughing.

Something like blood... he no longer has it.

This is the poison he concocted.

This is what truly hurts the Archangel.

He fell heavily to the ground. Angron grabbed his collar angrily and punched him... What about the rule of the arena that you don't hit the fallen one?

Now we just have to wait...

Mortarion closed his eyes in silence, putting himself into a state of suspended animation - he knew they would not let him die, his brothers had nothing else... but they were indecisive enough.

Or maybe... they just couldn't bear to kill Mortarion.

This is truly Mortarion's luck and misfortune.

…………

Hades and Guilliman in front of Mortarion fell silent at the same time. Mortarion stood up and stretched his legs.

[Guilliman's emotions are already at a critical point.]

He took the initiative to say, "I don't recommend continuing."

Guilliman took a deep breath.

[Thank you for your understanding, Pale Lord... Sorry, I want to be alone for a while. ]

[Of course you can be alone. This is your ship. Hand over the room you prepared for us and we will leave immediately.]

Guilliman gave them two coordinates. Seeing that Guilliman was in a bad mood, Hades thought it was time to leave. After comforting Guilliman with a few words, Hades followed Mortarion who had been waiting in the corridor.

They walked in silence aboard the Ultramarines' Glorious Queen.

"...You've had a really hard time before, that's amazing, Lao Mo."

They just don’t believe me.

Mortarion said calmly,

【That's all. 】

(End of this chapter)