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

Chapter 773 [216].oops
【Terra】

"This is also a good thing..."

"Mechanical Sage", no, or rather, Trazyn was muttering. Beside it, two tall Ultramarines were accompanying it, escorting it to the reception room.

At Trazyn's request, this meeting was to be secret, not to display the Empire's influence, and preferably to be quiet, unobservable by most people or things.

This was supposed to be a solemn matter, but the words uttered by Trazyn frequently made the Ultramarines feel ashamed. If one looked closely at his tense face, one could see that the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

Trazyn was seen walking along the towering corridors of the palace, with countless golden sculptures looking down at this alien from the dome - any alien would feel nervous because of this.

But Trazyn seemed to be very familiar with the place, as if he was returning home. He even seemed to be more familiar with the place than the Ultramarines who had worked here for more than a few years. He walked briskly on the red carpet and looked elsewhere with his eyes flashing with green light from time to time.

The Ultramarines who were walking with Trazyn even felt that if there was no one here, Trazyn would reach out to somewhere in the palace without hesitation and successfully take some of it back quietly.

What they don't know is that not only does Trazyn have many collections from the human Terra Palace, this alien race famous for its collections even has formations of Ultramarines from different eras. In addition to this, Trazyn even has a collection of human Imperial Guards.

Of course, these are naturally unknown to humans other than Hades and Neos, just like Trazyn leaked the Necron technology without being known to Necrons other than Orikan.

Both sides got what they wanted and ended up in trouble.

"Tarrazin?"

A low greeting sounded, and Trazyn watched the two Ultramarines beside him take a step back respectfully, then salute the true greatest ruler of the human empire.

"Long time no see, Hades."

Trazyn said briskly, that's wrong, in fact it sees Hades every day, it has planted many spies and mechanical sages on Hades' side, and Hades knows it well.

Sometimes, if the mechanical sages offered Hades some local specialties that he was not interested in, Hades would leave a portion for Trazyn.

The relationship between the two alien races was so close that Trazyn was convinced that if it asked for the potion bottle on Mortarion's waist, Hades would give it a copy for collection after a little thought.

After all, most of the weapons that are now flowing down the assembly line of the Empire's forging planets, and the parts that are flashing green, are due to Trazyn's contribution.

"You guys go do your thing, I'll talk to Guilliman."

Hades spoke to the two Extreme Warriors while Trazyn stood aside and watched the show. He reached out to the wall next to him. The natural luminous pearls inlaid on it were also rare items.

The two Ultramarines looked at each other and left respectfully. Trazyn played with the gleaming beads in his hand and waited for Hades.

"Have you been busy lately?"

Hades said, his tone obviously becoming more casual. He turned to look at Trazyn and motioned for Trazyn to follow him.
"Busy, but not too busy. In short, a little busy."

Tarasim lied, put the beads away, and looked at the vase placed beside the corridor.

Hades was speechless for a while. Trazyn, who quarreled with Orikan every day, also learned the essence of language. There was a rustling sound behind him - Hades didn't care.

Steal, what's wrong with letting Trazyn steal something?
Trazyn came empty-handed - evil aliens came to the Empire to steal; Trazyn brought Necrons weapons - nothing happened to the Empire today; Trazyn brought Necrons technology - the Empire's biggest ally praised Imperial culture, and then the Empire gave its friends gifts of Imperial culture.

"How's it going over there?"

Hades mentioned it casually, and he didn't expect to get anything out of it.

But this sentence successfully stopped Trazyn's actions. The Necromancer was obviously a little embarrassed, and Hades turned around.

"There are some problems."

Trazyn coughed twice, and replied with a guilty conscience,

"According to Orikan, more than half of the fate lines had similar problems, so it sent a team to check it out - but all of them lost contact."

"All lost contact?"

Hades opened his eyes wide, and Trazyn coughed twice in a very anthropomorphic way.

"This is not impossible. After all, crossing the line of destiny is difficult. In fact, Orikan used some special means... to successfully send them over, but there has been no news since then."

"Is it possible that this dispatch team has its own problems?"

Hades asked subconsciously, but Trazyn shook his head very firmly. He looked at Hades with a hint of offense.

"I'm pretty sure there's nothing wrong with this army!"

Because! It was! Trazyn’s soldier that Orikan grabbed!!!
Hades blinked. He was going to ask what exactly the "similar problems" that Trazyn mentioned were, but they were almost at the reception room. So he would talk to Guilliman about the contract first and ask later.

After all, although Trazyn was very easy-going with Hades, he still had to show some force when facing Guilliman.

Today, Taraxin even deliberately changed into a more refined body, with silver and green talismans carved on it, showing the power and mystery of the alien race.

"Guilliman, Trazyn is here!"

Hades shouted, then pushed open the door to the living room.

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Another fate line

【? ? ? 】

【Terra】

[Long time no see, the first rebel Mortarion. ]

The Lord of the Empire, Robert Guilliman, spoke calmly, but with a hint of pressure in his tone. He sat on his eternal throne, with the thread of the fate of the empire hanging down and connected to his glittering crown.

Mortarion raised his eyes quietly and looked directly at Robert Guilliman. On the crown on his golden hair was inlaid the gem that symbolized the loyalty of the Primarchs. On it, a plain gray-green gem was dim, like a stone stained with moss.

Mortarion stood there straight, and the four corners of the entire imperial court were filled with endless darkness, as if it truly extended to the unfathomable wilderness.

In the meantime, roars and curses from the imprisoned and tortured were heard, and from time to time, violent psychic lightning crackled, but everything was in vain in the darkness that swallowed everything.

White light poured down from the top of the void, illuminating the throne and the true master of the empire on the throne. Guilliman's azure eyes were shining.

【salute,】

Guilliman said calmly, looking down at Mortarion.

【My brother.】

He reminded Mortarion, and Mortarion felt a lump in his throat. The golden inverted crown chain wrapped around his pale and thin neck lit up, and Mortarion made a gasping sound.
Then, his spine, which was always straight, always upright, and never willing to yield, slowly bent, along with his knees that seemed never to bend.

[…Good day, Lord of the Empire.]

The white light shone on the eyelashes of the Pale Lord, along with his straight nose, and his handsome yet gloomy face.

【Good day, Mortarion.】

Guilliman said casually, motioning for Mortarion to stand up, who stood up almost immediately, unwilling to stay on the ground for even a moment.

He would kneel before a soldier's bed and before the corpse of a warrior, but he would never kneel before a superior, unless... unless he needed to succumb to fate first.

Only fate would make him submit temporarily, but the temporary silence was for better resistance. Mortarion remembered the story Hades had told him, about a king who would rather be a slave of the enemy king and endure humiliation for the sake of his country and people.

Funny to say, Mortarion was always absent-minded about the principles and stories that Hades had crammed into his ears. But after the Primarch returned to the Empire, Mortarion would often recall those simple and childish stories on certain occasions, and then truly understand the deeper meaning behind them.

…And so he began to grow, standing in the shadow of the dead.

[What did you call me here for, Guilliman?] Mortarion asked stiffly. He was not like this when facing other Primarchs. When facing his other brothers who were ignorant of the world, Mortarion would be more humble, calmer and more tolerant.

Except for Robert Guilliman.

Oh, and add Angron the Lustful, the emotional voyeur.

[I just want to see you, is that not okay? ]

Guilliman replied, and Mortarion thought it was nonsense. Just as Mortarion treated Guilliman specially, Guilliman, who always pursued efficiency, would also make more jokes with Mortarion.

Joking?

I'm afraid it's humiliating.

Thinking of this, the golden chain around Mortarion's neck became more dazzling, and Mortarion grunted in discomfort, which seemed to make Guilliman even happier.

Take control.

Only extreme control would make Guilliman feel happy. Against the light, Mortarion glanced at Guilliman - the real control freak. Only such a person would have a pathological desire for power. They wanted people to kneel down to him, expose their vulnerable necks, crawl on the ground, and follow his so-called correct footsteps.

At this time, the control freak will promise his slaves a grand future, a livable environment, and a more brainwashing reality. This is Robert Guilliman.

What made Mortarion laugh was that in the Empire's portrayal of the Lord of the Empire, Guilliman deliberately avoided a portrayal similar to that of the Emperor. On the contrary, in the Empire's propaganda, this cold-blooded king, Robert Guilliman, possessed the virtues of compassion and gentleness, and he loved all his people.

Total bullshit.

Even if this was true, Mortarion thought, then Robouti Guilliman's so-called "love" was extremely twisted.

It would be a disaster to work with him, but only Robert Guilliman could withstand such high-intensity office work, and only Robert could command such a huge empire - and do it without giving up.

Then Mortarion raised his head, letting the dazzling white light hit his pale face, and Mortarion showed an extremely polite and gentle smile -

If Hades in the main world saw this scene, he would probably scream "Ghost!" and jump away immediately.

Mortarion in the main world always has the wrinkled appearance of an old farmer, with a mean nose and thin lips. When he smiles, he will roll his eyes and look sarcastic, as if he is about to spit at you "he-tui!" the next moment.

But Mortarion here has the appearance of a royal child. Obviously, the owner of this face has had facial treatment similar to that of a phoenix or an angel. Well, maybe Mortarion should look like this.

[So now that you've seen me—can I leave? ]

Guilliman smiled and spread his hands.
[Don't be so boring, my brother. You are always too sad. Obviously, under our governance, the empire is thriving. ]

Mortarion took a deep breath.

[I am not sad about the glory under your rule. On the contrary, I want to see the glory of the human empire more than anyone else.]

[Is this also the vision of your deceased "brother"? ]

Guilliman asked casually. Since Mortarion came in, the inhuman king had never blinked once. Guilliman's sapphire eyes were like inorganic gems, without any emotion.

It was in stark contrast to his pursed lips.

Mortarion felt a faint sense of irritation - few people knew the past of Barbarus, except for the nosy Angron, and Guilliman, Guilliman... damn Guilliman.

His desire for control made him curiously peek into the pain and past of each Primarch, and eventually it became the whip he used to command the Primarchs, lashing their wounds and making the animals angry, so as to better pull the behemoth of the Empire forward.

【Yes. 】

Mortarion replied calmly. He controlled his anger very well. The rise in blood pressure and the rapid blood flow would be noticed by Guilliman, and then it would turn into a sword of words that stabbed Mortarion again.

[He once described to me a utopia where only humans existed... There would be no war, and people would live and work in peace and contentment - the elderly would have a place to live, the strong would have a place to work, the young would have a place to grow, and the widowed, the lonely, the disabled, and the sick would all be taken care of.]

Mortarion recited the words, Hades's ultimate ideal... and the place where he came from. Is there really such a peaceful corner in the galaxy? It is probably just an illusion.

Guilliman paused for a moment, then spoke:
[It's a simple and unrealistic idea, but considering that Barbarus is a planet where small farmers are self-sufficient, I can understand your "brother's" idea - he is indeed an outstanding one among you. If he were still alive, I think I would like him very much. ]

Mortarion almost vomited in his heart, he couldn't stand it anymore. If it was the hot-tempered Karas or Herrera standing here, they would definitely kick Guilliman directly.

But this is Mortarion.

It is pitiful that Mortarion has to endure everything, and it is Mortarion who is willing to sacrifice everything to resist fate.

So he could only utter a pale and futile sound,
【Um. 】

This obviously made Guilliman happy again, so after humiliating Mortarion, Guilliman finally told him the real reason why he called Mortarion over.

Do you remember the Necrons?

Guilliman asked suddenly, startling Mortarion.

The Necrons are the most dangerous enemy the Imperium of Man has ever faced. After the Imperium discovered the scale of the Necrons, the Imperial Lord Robouti Guilliman acted decisively, united with Khorne, Nurgle and Slaanesh, extracted enough power from the Warp, and then the entire Imperium of Man was mobilized.

It took the Human Empire more than three thousand years, under the brutal oppression of Guilliman, to completely destroy most of the dormant Necron tombs by organizing the Imperial Army carrying annihilation bombs and the Mechanicus tomb-robbing teams.

Planets where Necron graves are discovered are isolated, and the Dynasty "alarms" carefully removed, before psychic powers are used to cut off the Dynasty's means of sending outward messages.

After this, the entire planet will be dragged into the shattering storm formed by the Primarch in the Warp - that was once the site of the Tzeentch Labyrinth, but now it has been transformed by Robert Guilliman into a storm area that shatters everything.

Robert Guilliman once bluntly stated that the Empire's victory this time was based on the fact that the Necrons had not yet revived. If the Necrons revived, the Human Empire would really be destroyed.

During this period, there were many dangerous battles, the Necron army that had not yet recovered, the Necron that were accidentally awakened, and the Silent King who returned from beyond the Milky Way.

But what they were facing were Primarchs who had all ascended to Demon form, Humans who were in cahoots with Chaos, and a Human Empire that had been cruelly ruled by Roboute Guilliman for six thousand years and existed only for production and war.

This is why Mortarion chose Guilliman. Only Guilliman, only Robert Guilliman could mobilize an entire empire in a short period of time and sacrifice the entire human empire for a goal that seemed like a dream to others.

It was Robert Guilliman who could bring glory to the human empire.

Although individuals called humans suffered and struggled under his rule, their entirety, from body to soul to productivity, was sacrificed and squeezed cleanly for the sake of the Empire under Guilliman's governance.

[Necrons? Didn't they already be destroyed? ]

The three-thousand-year war that mobilized the entire empire had long since ended, but when Mortarion recalled the days of fighting until the darkness of the night, his heart would still tremble subconsciously.
The extermination campaign against the Necrons was also the most thorough. Guilliman knew better than anyone that this kind of existence must be eradicated.

【uh-huh. 】

Guilliman answered,
[Guess what I found recently? An entire Necron army of Death Marks.]

【? ! 】

【Hasn’t the Necrons already——】

【From another destiny. 】

Guilliman said briskly, he looked at Mortarion, it has been more than two thousand years, since the last battle in which the greenskins were completely wiped out and then used as a tool of production, the Empire has not had a war for more than two thousand years.

This is Robert Guilliman's very own coloring game.

[Mortarion, didn't you once say... that you really wanted to see another line of destiny? ]

Guilliman smiled, his sapphire eyes sparkling.

【Let us send out troops. 】

Mortarion's eyes widened in surprise, and the inverted crown on his neck began to flicker.

(End of this chapter)