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

Chapter 750 194. Conrad calls himself MVP
【One month later】

Intelligence, intelligence is never enough.

At this moment, this is not only the thought in the hearts of the people who know the other line of the story, led by the Emperor and Pluto, but also the true feelings of the Raven Lord Corax.

Corax was walking silently in his office. The dim and restless darkness seemed to reveal the uneasiness in the Primarch's heart.

Then another, even crazier darkness began to laugh.

【You should talk to them directly.】

In the corner, Conrad, squatting on the ground, chuckled and continued to clean the dirt on his long hair with his ink-stained hands, but this only made his hair more tangled.

Corax's pacing finally stopped, and his dark eyes stared straight at the empty wall.
How should I talk to them?

Corax made a hoarse voice, which was very similar to Conrad's voice in some ways.

[At this moment, tell them that I need to leave Terra? ]

Corax fell silent again, while Conrad pouted and scratched his back with his dandruff-covered hands again.

【Why can't you do this? Angron just left.】

【He obviously knows something.】

Corax retorted subconsciously. Conrad looked at Corax disapprovingly from between the Primarch's scattered black hair. The bat made a hissing sound.

[You are always like this, Corax——]

Konrad stretched out his voice. He knew what Corax was worried about. After Dorn woke up, although they, the fringe primarchs, were not told anything, they could clearly feel that the atmosphere had become tense again.

Conrad thought there would be a conversation soon, initiated by these people who "knew the truth," and then told them what really happened.

But now, almost everyone who knows the truth is frantically busy at work, and they seem to have no time to come out and "comfort" their uninformed brothers.

As a rule, Angron was the one who did this kind of thing - but this time Angron was the most completely crazy. After Vulkan took great pains to pull Angron upside down from the ground, they never saw Angron go out to fight again.

pity.

Conrad smacked his lips and his dark eyes rolled around. He wanted to see another joke.

Robert Guilliman had met with Corax several times, but Conrad believed that those conversations had a counterproductive effect, which made Corax even more hesitant. The Primarch did not want to trouble others because of his "little matter".

At the same time, Corax has been on standby - in this special period, he might be assigned an urgent task.

Just like what happened on the Corax home planet, the Primarch simply entrusted the home planet to the Empire without using his privileges as the Primarch to manage the home planet.

Conrad bit his nails. Why didn't he use the power of the empire to kill everyone on Nostramo?
[Are you going to let your kids get beaten up in the Bay of Damocles? ]

Konrad pointed this out mercilessly, and then the Primarch crawled along the wall like a spider to the corner of the ceiling. He hung upside down and stared at Corax, whose face became even paler.

Perhaps to those idiots who shout "For humanity!" and "For the empire!" every day, the things that are bothering Corax now are just a trivial matter in their eyes, but for the Lord of the Raven, it is enough to make him unable to sleep or eat.

In short, now Corax's cubs are being beaten near Damocles Bay along with part of the Imperial Army, and the enemy is the Tau Empire that emerged from some corner and claims to believe in the "Greater Good".

[I have already dispatched a group of reinforcements.]

Corax said, but Conrad saw with his sharp eyes that Corax clenched his fists.

Corax tried to keep his voice steady.
[The Empire's army is not small, enough for them to defeat the enemy. ]

But you're still worried.

Conrad pointed at Corax with his half-chewed finger. When it came to stepping on someone's sore spot, Conrad might not be the ruthless one, but he was definitely the one who was most willing to do so.

Then the Lord of Night chuckled,

[Corax, if you keep feeling uneasy... then I suggest you be careful with your cubs.]

Corax was still hesitant. The Primarch pondered for a moment and refuted again.
[No... My legion commander, Sevix, is there. He is capable enough to handle this war.]

Really?
Conrad turned his head away, thinking it was time to go find some fun.

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

[Motarion's temporary office on Terra]

"There's something wrong with you."

As Mortarion looked up from the pile of documents with a tired, dead look on his face, Karas tossed another fresh file onto the Death Table.

【? 】

The Primarch weakly raised a question, only to see Karas staring at him with a frown.
"When did you become so diligent, Mortarion?"

【…】

【I have always been very hardworking.】

Mortarion said calmly that the God of Death was never modest, in fact, he believed that people underestimated his contributions.

But the God of Death is not one to seek credit, so, forget it, whatever.

[If you have time to tease me, why not continue to help me review documents. ]

As a member of the Military Affairs Department, Mortarion is mainly responsible for the Empire's war command. He needs to review the permission to initiate wars submitted by the lower levels of the Empire, as well as review the summary table after the end of the war. If the Primarch believes that the war is unnecessary or that the commanders have seriously neglected their duties, then the Primarch will sign a judgment order.

In addition, there are many tasks waiting for Mortarion, such as the allocation of materials needed for the war (Mortarion sincerely thanks the Nirvana system for its assistance), the real-time change table of the empire's territory map (always changing), the star map psychic detection change map (the same as the Grey Knights), etc.

In short, he had to take a look at everything related to the imperial war.

In this regard, Hades and Guilliman share the burden for him, and Sanguinius sometimes comes over for a few days. Apart from that, Mortarion cannot count on Vulkan, who would just laugh and leave scratching his head after seeing the data in the tables (and there is a high probability that the dragon would hug him and say that he has worked hard), or Magnus, who would never set foot here.

As for Angron, he had already been included in the release list.

"..."

"I think you're all a little overwrought."

As Mortarion's chief secretary (×) and chief servant, Karas also learned a lot of things, including another line of destiny.

【perhaps. 】

Mortarion propped himself up and rubbed his aching brow.

[According to Neos, we are still a certain distance away from the final collapse point - and as long as there is no next convergence point like Dorne, then that place can probably be regarded as non-existent. ]

As to whether a new convergence point would appear, the Emperor’s answer was very affirmative - no, because Dorne is too special, so special that it cannot be replicated.

But when people realize that a big job is waiting for them not far away, they will subconsciously become nervous.

It's like you know a nuclear bomb is about to explode, but due to insufficient information, you only know it won't explode in the near future. According to the Emperor, Mortarion was silent for a moment, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... The final collapse point should be after Nurgle and Khorne have greatly reduced their power, or even died.

That was the day of the attack on Khorne.

Karas took a deep breath.

"So...what's that guy's suggestion?"

He meant Hades, for Karas knew that Mortarion generally assumed that Neos was farting.

【Just work hard. 】

Mortarion rolled his eyes, and after a brief moment of astonishment, Hades quickly calmed down and instantly made a new plan with Guilliman. Hades and Guilliman agreed that the Empire needed to immediately increase productivity and the production capacity of war materials - it was almost urgent.

However, Hades' hard work means working overtime until dawn like him. Probably only Guilliman and Finus can keep up with this intensity.

In their spare time, Hades and Guilliman would question Dorn again, but this was all the information they could obtain.

It is currently known that, at least during the Great Crusade, the backgrounds of several Primarchs that Mortarion was more concerned about were:

Inquisitor Konrad Curze, who single-handedly changed the fate of his home planet; Robert Guilliman, who built the five hundred worlds of Macragge into a super hive world; Mortarion, the leader of the heresy; Horus Lupercal, an unknown man; and Rogal Dorn, who was always loyal.

As for the remaining Primarchs, after evaluating the size of their legions as described by Dorn, Mortarion believed that their threat was not high. They were either Chaos lackeys or vulnerable - of course, there was also Magnus the Wise.

However, according to Dorn's evaluation, in Dorn's eyes, the performance of Magnus in that destiny line is not much different from that of this destiny line - after all, Magnus in this world was also taught one-on-one by the Emperor at that time.

As for Dorn's evaluation of the interpersonal relationships between Primarchs and Primarchs, and between Primarchs and the Emperor, there is still a question mark. They generally believe that Dorn's statement is not of reference value.

Mortarion was deep in thought. Seeing this, Karas wanted to scold him, but was interrupted by a sudden request for a visit.

Seeing that the one who requested the visit was Hades, Karas was overjoyed and decided to scold both of them at once. But after seeing that Guilliman was also the visitor, Karas turned gloomy and ran away immediately.

He didn't want to meet Guilliman again, and then be praised by the Lord of the Empire and then be assigned more work.

Ten thousand years ago, Karas had been desensitized to this kind of empty promises by Hades and Mortarion.

As soon as the sound of Kalas's footsteps faded in the corridor, Mortarion frowned as he heard the sounds of Hades and Guilliman approaching.

The Grim Reaper looked calm, but in fact he had already activated his defensive psychic field to the maximum - to guard against Guilliman taking advantage of the situation.

"Hey! Moth Smash! Thunder Monkey!"

Hades walked in first, looking familiar with the place, and then naturally picked up the snacks on Mortarion's table that the Primarch had not touched. Guilliman walked in solemnly and gave Mortarion an official smile.
【Good day, God of Death. 】

Between giving him the middle finger and rolling his eyes, Mortarion chose to greet Guilliman cordially with a roll of his eyes.

【What's up.】

Mortarion asked, Hades obviously did not intend to explain, and concentrated on searching the desserts that the God of Death had placed on the table. Some of them were star-field specialties that the Deputy Minister of the Military Affairs Department brought over to give to the Primarch.

[The first stage of the Emperor's experiment was successful.]

Guilliman coughed.
[Next we can enter the partial transformation phase. We are here to ask if you are willing to allow Death Guard to join the first phase of Space Marine transformation. ]

Give me the experimental data.

Mortarion said calmly, and then Hades sent him an electronic version. The god of death silently tapped and slid his hands on the command board, adding artificial tendons, enhanced hematopoietic organs, combat sub-brains, low-power mode, adaptive short-term directional dominant genome...

In short, there is no additional function of growing wings and flying (but it may grow claws and fangs sometimes), but the basic values ​​​​are greatly enhanced. Compared with the current Space Marines, the size has expanded to about 1.8 to 3.2 times the original.

Mortarion scrolled down again. Good, there was a question mark next to the experiment failure rate.

Death already had his answer in his heart.

What is your suggestion?

Guilliman coughed again, knowing that Mortarion was not asking him a question, and Hades swallowed the last of his mouth.

【Let the Death Guard wait for the third period. 】

Hades said calmly, as if he had deduced this data countless times.
【Then wait for the third issue. 】

Mortarion said calmly, rejecting Guilliman's signing terms, [Which legions will be in the first phase? ]

[Ultramarines and Imperial Fists.]

Guilliman gave a wry smile.
[Both my and Dorn's genomes are relatively stable, and the base numbers are huge. You are one of the people who meet this condition, but if you don't want to - then I won't persuade you. ]

"Don't be so depressed, Guilliman."

Hades suddenly spoke,
"I think Neos's experiment lacks data on the psychic side. Compared to your legion, the Death Guard now relies on Mortarion's psychic energy to fight - the Death Guard's reliance on and connection with the Primarch's psychic energy is higher than other legions."

【I didn’t think it through.】

Guilliman said, smiling, and Hades waved his hand.

"Don't complain about the little things. The Son of Pluto will participate in the first experiment."

Before Guilliman could raise his eyebrows in surprise, a deafening scream rang out from outside the corridor.

[Robert Guilliman! The Great Slave Master of Terra!!! We need a vacation!! Let my good brother Corax go - now! Immediately! Immediately! ]

A black shadow mixed with a fishy smell rushed in almost the next moment, and its speed even exceeded Guilliman's reaction speed at a certain moment. Before Guilliman reacted, a long, greasy thing that looked like a battle report had been shoved in Guilliman's face by Conrad.

At this moment, Corax's slightly panicked cry came from the other side of the door.
【Conrad? ! Conrad? ! ! Wait ! ! !】

[Let my brother kill the Tau, or I'll kill you, Guilliman.]

Conrad spoke slowly, hot air gushing out of his mouth.
The Primarch was already standing behind Guilliman, with his head wrapped around Guilliman's neck, staring into Guilliman's blue eyes. He pressed the battle report against Guilliman's face with one hand, and with the other hand, he threateningly tapped the neck of the Lord of the Empire with his half-gnawed nails.

Before Guilliman's Glory Guard could react and let out a sharp explosion, a long, dry white hand slowly reached out, pinched Conrad's neck, and lifted Conrad, who was making a suffocating hissing sound, away from Guilliman's back.

[You look like a good fighter, my brother.]

The deep voice of the Grim Reaper sounded behind Conrad, almost making the hairs on Conrad's back stand up. However, just before Conrad could utter a sharp sneer and laugh, another hand suddenly reached out and took away the battle report in Curze's hand.

"etc?!"

Hades shouted that he was still very busy lately.

"Titanium! How could I have forgotten about this?!"

Hades looked up and suddenly met the eyes of Corax, who had flung open the door and was panting.

"You need to help your Legion, Corax!"

Hades shouted suddenly.

(End of this chapter)