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

Chapter 774 [217.] Friends, we have finally made it.

【Destiny Tributary】

send troops.

Mortarion pondered as he hurried through the dreary corridors of the Endurance, passing by the stars outside the window, and sent out his troops.

send troops.

The thought grew like wild, tangled roots, taking root deep within the Primarch's thoughts and sucking away Mortarion's reason.

Shadows hung down the corridor, in the dimness where no light could find it, Mortarion could no longer help himself. The Primarch buried his head, his white hair scattered, and his shoulders trembled.

Finally, finally!
Mortarion laughed. Finally, the stingy tyrant, Robert Guilliman, chose to send troops after working overtime for two thousand years!
The dull and depressing facts almost devoured Mortarion's sanity. Being endlessly exploited and working under the cold-blooded king Robert Guilliman, the answer would be a life of endless sleeplessness and pain.

Finally - finally!
Mortarion couldn't stop laughing, but his laughter sounded like the struggle of a tuberculosis patient before death. He subconsciously reached out and took out the poisonous ghost mask from the void.

Unlike the poison gas mask of Mortarion in the main world, the mask that Mortarion took out at this moment was hideous and strange, with insect-like fangs and spikes sticking out of the mask, and strange light flowing on it in bright green, purple and bright red. White mist was gushing out from the back.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath.

Mortarion pressed the Gas Mask deep against his lower face, craving for oxygen like a drowning man. The Primarch leaned against the wall and leaned his huge body against it.

Ten thousand years had passed since that day when he swung his scythe towards the Emperor.

Ten thousand years have passed since that day when he put on the golden shackles.

During these ten thousand years, there have been regrets and hatreds, but more of them are exhaustion and forbearance. Robert Guilliman will never allow anything else to shake his empire, so the work will never end, but there will never be magnificent and dangerous battles.

Working for Roboute Guilliman felt less like working for an empire and more like working for a large corporation.

Mortarion took a deep breath of the poisonous gas that was enough to make him feel dizzy, to ease the fact he had just heard. Guilliman was never a person who joked about tactics and direction. When the cold-blooded king said this, it meant that he had thought about it for a long time.

Breathing, and breathing again, Mortarion digested this fact. He was alone in thought, but his soul could not stop being ecstatic. For Mortarion, this emotion was rare.

Subconsciously, he wanted to share this fact.

Mortarion pondered for a moment. He was still leaning against the wall, but except for the hand holding down the Gas Mask, the other hand stretched out into the void. The light of psychic energy lit up at his fingertips, and Mortarion began to draw the spell skillfully.

He paused for a moment and decided to share the news with only two people for the time being.

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【garden】

"The eye boogers of a swamp toad, the seventh eyelash of a rot fly, the soul of a human who died from rotting left legs... Who?"

Next to the grass buzzing with methane flies and vomiting bees, next to the lush flowers, Typhons, who was stirring the crucible, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

It was this distraction that caused the crucible of the Nurgle Demon Prince to emit an "unpleasant" smell. Typhons cursed in dissatisfaction, and the cauldron was ruined.

This pot was commissioned by the swamp green dragon Vulcan to make a plaster to cover the dragon's pus-filled sores. The green dragon hoped that his skin, as dark as soil, would have a beautiful color like flowers, so he needed a small potion to make the scars have different colors.

Typhons looked at the communication with some annoyance, and hyphae for communication grew beside his feet. Those sticky hyphae grew rapidly beside his feet and finally turned into the appearance of Mortarion.

"Mortarion?!"

Typhons now cried out in surprise, and the four wings behind him, which were as transparent and hard as those of a fly, flapped. Because he replaced Mortarion, Typhons was rejected by his loving father at the very beginning of his blessing. Therefore, he would never be as plump and graceful as a Nurgle demon, he would never be able to become a ripe and rotten fruit on the branch, and he would never be able to grow up. This was the punishment from his loving father.

Therefore, compared with other Nurgle demons, Typhons still generally maintains the body shape of a Space Marine, but has four wings growing on his back.

Mortarion hasn't looked for Typhons for a long time. This is not a sign that their friendship has faded, but because Mortarion is too busy. Almost all the Primarchs are busy, especially Mortarion, who has the most direct contract with Guilliman.

Every time Typhon saw Mortarion, Mortarion looked exhausted, as if he had never had a good rest.

He once sighed and thought of letting Mortarion have a good sleep and rest in the garden, but Mortarion refused - they both knew that this was inappropriate.

"Mortarion, what wind has brought you here? Have you finally decided to overthrow Guilliman's rule?"

Typhons asked hurriedly, and Mortarion, who was made of mycelium, sneered twice. Even though he was made of mycelium, there was an irrepressible joy between Mortarion's brows.

【send troops.】

Mortarion could hardly suppress the joy in his mouth.
【Guilliman finally decided to send troops. 】

These short sentences seemed to hit Typhons like thunder. He took a step back in disbelief. Subconsciously, his eyes became moist. He believed Mortarion, and these few words seemed to drain all of Typhons' emotions.

Pus oozed from his eyes that would never see clearly again.

"one,"

Typhons let out a strange laugh, as if he was crying.

"Ten thousand years, Mortarion."

"I almost forgot what we decided at that time."

【Me too. 】

Mortarion on the other side also showed a smile that was uglier than crying. Ten thousand years, a full ten thousand years. At that time, they were still young enough, angry enough, and unwilling enough. In the torrent of fate, they were pushed to choose the most painful and longest path -

And today, the dim path finally lit up with the morning light.

【But I know you haven't forgotten, Karas. 】

"Won't,"

Typhon shook his head. With the blessing of his loving father, his voice was no longer sharp and harsh, but rather had a dull and sticky feeling.

"No, I never forget—"

Typhons made a slow joke,
"After all, I am the son of a loving father, and one thought is eternity."

Then, as if he feared that this was a dream in the father's garden, Typhons immediately asked,

"Is it true? When, and how are we going to get there?"

【Guilliman is still deciding.】

Mortarion said,
[But it only takes two months for Guilliman to mobilize the entire military force of the Empire. I guess his plan needs the support of the three gods - so he needs some time to negotiate.]

"This will go very quickly."

Typhons added,

"Guilliman is the favorite of the gods... he will get what he wants."

Mortarion sneered. In the past, he hated to hear such words, but now, he wished that the gods would love Guilliman a little more and it would be best if he could send troops immediately.

"So what is he going to do there?"

Typhons asked, and Mortarion gave him an ugly smile.

[When the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman gains. They pretend to form an alliance and make false advances. ]

Mortarion the First Rebel says,
[He used the same trick at that time - he would win, always.]

Typhons had not yet heard the sarcasm in Mortarion's words, but he waved his hands hastily.

"I think there are still people waiting for news from you. Go, go and give that old woman a scare."

【I will. 】

Mortarion smiled again, and with a faint stench of decay, the mycelium beside Typhons' feet shrank and shrank into a small ball of garbage.

"Send troops, send troops..."

Typhons muttered as he poured the crucible in front of him into the swamp beside him. Soon, fish and toads with their bellies exposed floated up from the swamp.

But Typhons didn't care. He seemed to be completely focused on that word. He waved the crucible rod and continued to stir, but he became absent-minded.

Vulcan the Swamp Dragon probably won't get the skin abscesses he wants these days, but it doesn't matter, Vulcan will forgive Typhons because they are both descendants of Nurgle. ……………………

【Palace】

In a dream woven of gorgeous silk, the curtains hang down layer by layer, sighs float in from the gaps between the silk threads, and flying flowers and leaves scatter on the bed, playing a sad and beautiful song of sorrow and love.

The minor tune of flowing water flows slowly into dreams.

Where the pearl necklace is woven, the beauty sheds tears.

His wrist trembled slightly, and the beads on it scattered.

"...?"

The slender but sharp claws pushed aside the mess of gauze and treasures, and among the numerous gems, thousands of hazy and unrealistic impressions were reflected.

"Mortarion?"

A hissing, hoarse sound like a snake's mouth was heard, and the beautiful woman opened her mouth, but the corners of her mouth were cracked and covered with purple scales, and the right half of her face was covered with a pointed mask carved from gems - if Lady Psyche took off her mask, people would see her true face on the right half, which was distorted like a demon.

[I just went to see Karas, Herrera.]

In the mirror reflected by the gem, Mortarion smiled, and his smile was hazy and false due to the influence of the interior of the palace.

It's not that Lady Psyche is unwilling to contact Mortarion in a better way, but there is a synesthetic demon prince having fun inside the palace at this moment. The beads that Lady Psyche is just weaving are also commissioned by the demon prince Angron. They are made of the pubic bones of sixty-six pairs of deeply in love lovers. Angron decided to decorate his third heart. This time, the demon who was drowning in desire chose love to embellish his decadent life.

If she changed her method of contact, Mortarion's emotions and soul would be immediately detected by Angron, and then this guy who was singing and having fun in the arena with everyone cheering and praising him would immediately put everything aside and come over like a fox smelling meat.

"Then I guess something good is about to happen."

Lady Psyche smiled, her snake-like face was sinister and intimidating, and there was a purer light in her pupils, as if it were the same as in the past.

"Don't rush to talk about it——"

She raised her hand.

"How is Karas these days, is he doing well?"

【At least better than me. 】

Mortarion's smile faded, then he laughed at himself again.
[Which god is more open-minded and democratic than Robert Guilliman?]

"That's true."

Lady Psyche said that she watched Angron having fun day and night, or suddenly descending on a planet of the Empire to bestow blessings, but other than that, Lady Slaanesh did not ask for any KPIs from her.

According to Mortarion, Robert Guilliman required him to clock in early, late, late, and early in the morning every day.

Punching in is in the form of work report.

Daily clocking in, weekly clocking in, monthly clocking in, annual clocking in, as well as weekly reports, monthly reports, quarterly reports, annual reports, and irregular spot checks and reports. You have to arrive early, noon, and night.

This sounded a little scary, although Lady Psyche vaguely remembered Hades screaming in a high fever that he didn't want to punch in.

"You need a break sometimes."

Lady Psyche said sternly, causing Mortarion to wilte for a moment.

"If it doesn't work, I'll ask Angron to let you relax for once... Don't worry, Mortarion, I won't let him do anything stupid."

[…I don’t accept any emotional empathy, Herrera.]

"But you need to rest."

Lady Psyche's expression became serious. She took off the mask on her right side, revealing an extremely hideous face, and then turned the mask over and brought it to her left side.

This is intimidation.

"It really doesn't work,"

Lady Psyche gritted her teeth.

"I will ask Angron to give Guilliman some comfort in exchange for a thousand years of sincere love, so that you can also take a short rest."

Anyway, it would only take a moment for Mortarion to escape from Guilliman's working hell.

Lady Psyche thought that Karas might not understand the intensity of Mortarion's work, but Lady Psyche, who was more empathetic, had deeply witnessed Mortarion's life of slavery.

Mortarion laughed again.

[Angron will be killed instantly—but this is a double blessing.]

He laughed, and Lady Psyche was pleased to see Mortarion relax a little, hissing with delight.
"So what's the good news?"

The smile on Mortarion's face grew wider, and the veins on his hand holding the Gas Mask were visible.

【Send out the troops, Herrera.】

【Guilliman decided to send troops. 】

"—?!"

"send troops?!"

Lady Psyche almost screamed, and in an instant, all the music played by the flying flowers and green leaves stopped together, and the handsome or beautiful Slaanesh demons looked at their beloved lady eagerly.

"real?!"

Like an evil spirit crawling out of hell, with long and sharp claws, it tightly grasped the silk, tearing the cloth, causing blood-like liquid to flow out. The tear gaped wide, and its eerie purple eyes looked at Mortarion.

【real. 】

Mortarion smiled and nodded.

[Don't get excited, Herrera. You and I both know that we have waited too long for this opportunity... Don't act rashly. ]

"I know, I know, I know!"

Lady Psyche screamed, thrust her hand into the gems,

"Is he there? Is he there?! Mortarion, answer me! Is he there?"

【exist. 】

The chief rebel said affirmatively.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

Lady Psyche laughed, heart-breakingly—

"I'll go see him, I'll go see him - even if I see a bald old man - I'll be happy with it!"

【I think he is probably an overweight man.】

Mortarion said calmly, and among the flying gems, the reflection of the First Rebel disappeared.

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【Main World】

"Ah!"

Hades sneezed violently. He felt a chill. What strange thing was targeting him?
He turned his head and speechlessly saw Trazyn who was taking pictures of him frantically, and Guilliman who looked concerned.

"Star God sneezing image, get√!"

Trazyn winked.

(End of this chapter)