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

Chapter 832 [274.] Madness is the only way to survive

"I know how you feel - I understand, I understand you, Mortarion, but I don't think this is a good idea."

Guilliman took out a handkerchief embroidered with the blue sky of Macragge and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Opposite him, a pale giant covered in oil, blood, and mud stood expressionlessly.

[The Death Guard can cross that area and connect with Fenuth.]

Mortarion pointed this out calmly.
[The Silent King's troops are also retreating. The departure of the Death Guard will not lead to a collapse of the front.]

You can't just go looking for Hades.

Guilliman took a deep breath and looked at Mortarion rationally.

[What you call crossing is forcing your way through the Silent King's occupied area through the subspace, which will cause great damage to you and your army - but at most in four days, our main force will open up a path from the front battlefield.]

[Do you mean to let Hades and Fenuth face the main force of Tyranids, the Silent King and the Greenskins? 】

[I believe Hades, Fenus, and our allies the Endless will survive these few days.]

Guilliman spread his hands.
[You should admit this, Mortarion. Hades is much stronger than any of us imagined, not to mention that he has Finus by his side.]

Mortarion just breathed quietly, exhaling poisonous gas. Somehow, Guilliman thought that after coming into contact with the other Mortarion, the Mortarion he knew had become a little more tolerant, or at least more patient.

[This is not the reason why you keep putting pressure on him - yes, yes, Guilliman, I completely understand you, you are exactly the same as Neos, he treated the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists in the same way, as long as he thought they could hold on, then he would continue to assign tasks to these two legions. ]

Of course Mortarion knew what Guilliman was struggling with. The overall situation, the overall situation, the overall situation. Guilliman would always pay attention to the fate of the entire empire, and the fate of the empire was obviously closely tied to Hades, so Guilliman would of course support Hades.

But this king, a clever capitalist, will arrive just before Hades can no longer hold on and squeeze out the potential of every individual as much as possible.

Mortarion couldn't afford the gamble.

He naturally believed that Hades and Finus would hold on, but he didn't dare to gamble. The battlefield was changing rapidly, and Guilliman was obviously putting too much pressure on the other side. Guilliman had not witnessed it with his own eyes.

But Mortarion had seen with his own eyes the moment when the Pluto, now known by the world and the Empire as "great" and "invincible", fell.

The Empire needed a myth, so they created the miracle of the Emperor and Hades, but the funny thing is, how come Guilliman and the other Primarchs also believe in this? They deified the Emperor, then pulled him off the altar, and started to create another god.

It is human nature that they always want to believe in a myth of absolute invincibility.

There was only helpless calmness in Mortarion's heart, and he was no longer even angry. Hades had indeed been too powerful in the past, and under the scythe of Hades, the Primarch had only ended up in tragic defeat.

But this does not mean that Hades is really "invincible" as those blind believers in the empire boast. In fact, Hades has failed many times, and has escaped death many times as numerous as stars.

He looked at Guilliman. Guilliman was not angry at Mortarion's disrespectful words. Guilliman was also growing rapidly, especially after cooperating with another cold-blooded Lord [Robert].

Guilliman began to rarely show personal joy, and Mortarion missed Robert Guilliman, who would occasionally break down his defense in front of his Primarch "brothers".

[Now all the legions are already at their limit,]

Guilliman spoke calmly, brushing aside Mortarion's comment that he was like the Emperor.

[Every legion is losing a lot of men, and the entire empire has resumed conscription. According to my expectation, the proportion of the Astra Militarum and the Mechanicus participating in the battlefield will gradually increase.]

What does this mean? It means that the number of highly qualified Space Marines cannot keep up with the number of Space Marines lost, and the vacated battle areas must be filled by the Astra Militarum.

[If you simply want to save your Barbarus comrades, then there is no need to come to me again. My answer will be that I disagree, Mortarion. I am sincerely sorry about this matter, but I hope you can understand that I will never be the one who wants Hades to sacrifice himself. On the contrary, Hades's survival depends on hundreds of billions of people. I swear to ensure his safety. ]

Guilliman withdrew his outstretched hand and said that was all. He understood Mortarion's difficulties, but for the Empire, it was obviously unreasonable for a legion to directly cross the Silent King's territory through the Warp.

Even though Mortarion is the one with the strongest control over the Warp among them, they cannot take it lightly when facing the current chaotic Warp turbulence and another Chaos Empire that is eyeing them covetously.

Mortarion's advance will inevitably lead to a decline in the Empire's combat power, and his legions will also suffer certain losses - the human empire can no longer waste manpower now. Guilliman seemed to have seen another sharp knife of his own on the neck of the human empire.

Guilliman had a lot of thoughts in his mind. In the process of dealing with the Chaos Empire, the most unequal condition between the two sides was that the enemy was in the dark and he was in the light. The other side could easily see the entire territory of the Human Empire and estimate the productivity of the Human Empire, while everything about the other Chaos Empire was hidden in the unknown.

If this battle had taken place under another fateful arc... Guilliman believed he could have turned the tide.

But the goddess of luck did not favor them, and now they could not even move towards another destiny - although the Emperor and Horus had passed away, Guilliman sighed inwardly, he naturally would not place his hopes on the Emperor again.

So if I say...

Mortarion spoke slowly, his eyes connecting with Guilliman's for a moment, and Guilliman instantly understood what Mortarion was planning.

[You mean, another 'Mortarion' will go with you? ]

Mortarion nodded.

Guilliman was silent for a moment, turned his gaze away from Mortarion, his eyes were empty, paused, sighed rarely, and then turned his gaze back to Mortarion again.

[Your proposal was put forward in the initial version of my plan... Mortarion, I think you know what it means to follow the people of the Chaos Empire to cross the war zone. ]

[Aren't you also pretending to cooperate with the Chaos Empire now, Guilliman? ]

Mortarion snorted a puff of poison gas from his gas mask and sneered.
[I believe that my cooperation with my other self will be more stable than the cooperation between the two Guillimans... Guilliman, you should take a good look at the battle layout of your other self. Can't you see the psychic shadow covering the map? ]

Mortarion watched coldly, and saw Guilliman's eyebrows knitted into a ball.
[Thank you for your reminder. I saw it. That is why I oppose the Death Guard's early forced march, Mortarion. The other party is likely to take action at the most chaotic moment of the battle.]

Mortarion raised his eyebrows in surprise.

【…? 】

Guilliman smiled bitterly.
[I know what you want to say, Mortarion. I can only say that the other me is not quite the same as me... He seems to be more of a gambler - haha, I know, I know, you want to say that he is very similar to the Emperor in this respect, right? ]

[He is not worried about those outside? ]

Guilliman's wry smile suddenly disappeared.

He is not worried.

The Lord of the Empire Guilliman said seriously, seeming to be puzzled and bewildered by this fact.

[He is not worried about those outside, as if he is certain that disaster will not befall his army. I can only have one reasonable explanation for this.]

Guilliman folded his arms, expressionless. Mortarion saw some helplessness and anger in his expression.
[My other self believes that we will solve the problem of the Outsiders—or rather, he believes that the Outsiders will be solved by this world, and if that is not possible…]

[The worst that can happen is that he can get back to his destiny? ]

Guilliman nodded.

[But the fate line will eventually collapse, and he will have to face it sooner or later.]

Mortarion's breathing was steady.

What does Guilliman know? Does he not know about this, or do they know different things?

Guilliman shook his head slowly.

[We didn't talk about it directly, but I think he has a different view from us on the collapse of the fate line - then again, our understanding of the collapse of the fate line is all told to us by the Emperor.]

Guilliman looked at Mortarion somewhat speechlessly, and Mortarion read the rest of Guilliman's meaning.

That is--

Is the Emperor reliable?
Mortarion was silent, but he thought that Neos was generally reliable. Although this tyrant often liked to pit his teammates on a whim, Neos had never failed to deliver on key matters.

【For now, we can only trust the Emperor,】

Mortarion pointed out this sad fact.
[Otherwise we need to find another gambler at the gambling table at that time, Jianqi. ]

Guilliman laughed.
It seems we can only trust the Emperor, but you remind me, Mortarion, that another source of information I may have received was Tzeentch.

Mortarion took a deep breath.

"I don't care how you learned to speak and know, Guilliman. I only have one request. The Death Guard must go to the other side of the front."

Seeing Guilliman's silence, Mortarion immediately made his second promise.

[I know your concerns, Guilliman. After I and another 'Motarion' arrive there... I will solve another trouble.]

By then, the two empires would probably have fallen out, Mortarion thought indifferently.

[Are you sure? ]

Death smiled.

[At that time, I had already arrived near Hades... Guilliman, you can question my current strength compared to that person who likes tricks, but at that time... I will tell him why another high-frequency word in the Hades' missionary book is "Death". ]

Mortarion spread his hands,
[This is why I am eager to rush to his side, Guilliman. Facing another Chaos Empire, our real trump card is Pluto. You should place more troops to help Pluto clear the enemy forces that restrain him, so that Pluto will have free hands to clean up the scum that he is good at cleaning up.]

The conversation was over, and looking at Guilliman's thoughtful expression, Mortarion knew that he had achieved the final victory, but now was not the time to be happy, as he still had several tough battles to fight.

Only by winning every battle can he survive and achieve victory. Reality is always so cruel, but he will always be tenacious.

The pale giant left the meeting room silently, but the mud and blood on his helmet and boots stuck to the clean carpet. He had been there, leaving behind smoke and dust.

The door suddenly closed, leaving only the last moment, in the brightly lit room, where Robert Guilliman was thinking hard.

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[You are going that way, aren't you, Mortarion?]
Guilliman smiled, his eyes sparkling as he stood inside the temporary fortress built for him by the Ultramarines.

This fortress was more like some kind of temporary building with a sacrificial nature. The dome of the entire building was wide open, and a few living believers who were praying endlessly were embedded from time to time between the refined gold and steel bars. The gorgeous starry sky passed through the atmosphere with extremely low oxygen content and sprinkled on the blue helmet of Guilliman.

Guilliman's eyes were piercing at the moment, which made Mortarion feel sick.

This idiot, Mortarion thought in his heart, the biggest idiot in the world, Mortarion thought, Guilliman is a pure lunatic, he is already crazy, Guilliman is not working so diligently to build his huge empire, but to challenge the challenges he finds interesting, so he continues to and madly build his empire.

Guilliman's sense of accomplishment and glory would no longer be stimulated by the increase of a few numbers in the Chaos Empire, but would be stimulated by the fact that he had conquered some existence that interested him.

This is just a pure madman who never cares about other people, this dictator.

Mortarion nodded, and looked at Guilliman. There was no joy on his stern face.
[This is just my own suggestion, my Lord. Because another me is about to set off, I think we need to be on guard against another Mortarion - but everything is still subject to your orders. If you think that the Death Guard's assault is not a good idea, then the Death Guard will still guard your sides.]
[Does everything still obey my orders?]
Guilliman chewed on these words with great interest. He and Mortarion were not the only ones here. The Warp projection of Sanguinius was also standing aside with a stern face, waiting to report military intelligence.

[Everything is subject to my orders?]
Guilliman said this again, like a talking doll in a child's hand, mechanically and irregularly speaking suddenly one night. This madman, Mortarion cursed in his heart, but his face remained calm, with a faint polite smile.

He was already kneeling and couldn't kneel any further. Mortarion's knees were firmly pressed against the ground. He would only kneel on one knee. If Guilliman asked him to kneel on both knees...

He will definitely...

meeting……

Well, then he got down on his knees.

[Mortarion] knelt down, with the wildfire in his heart that wanted to burn the entire world.

Mortarion had already tied Guilliman to a cross in his mind and threw the madman into the ship's plasma engine...but he remained silent on the surface, waiting for Guilliman's usual madness to end.

[Then my command is to go,]
Guilliman said cheerfully, with a bright, sunny smile. If one ignores Mortarion's cautious attitude towards him, Sanguinius's watchful eyes and nose, the ominous atmosphere emanating from the building, and the believers' wailing prayers, then this Guilliman also looks very righteous.

It's just that all of this was so weird that it made his out-of-place expression even more terrifying.

[But I need you to get rid of your other self,]
Guilliman smiled.

[Can you do that, or should I send you some more troops?]
Mortarion was startled.
[I am confident that I can get rid of my other self,]
He said that he did not understand why Guilliman suddenly sent more troops without any reason.

[Another me,]
Mortarion paused for a moment.
[He was too restrained in his use of the Warp. He could have released more power, but he was worried about being bound by the Warp.]
[After all, the subspace conditions here are different from ours.]
Guilliman said with a smile,
[Their warp here is very weak, and they are in urgent need of new slaves, right? And many of them have already stepped into the spiral staircase of godhood, and can only move forward, not backward, so every step forward requires great courage.]
[Unlike where we are…]
Guilliman seemed to recall something, with a look of relief on his face.
[Let us thank our father and the Lord of Change, for selfishness has allowed them to successfully bind each other to the throne, blocking the path to becoming slaves.]
It also leaves enough room for Guilliman to try and make mistakes, to get what he wants.

This statement did not receive any response from the Primarchs. For most of them, the Emperor was still a taboo topic.

Except for Guilliman and Mortarion.

Because they were the only two closest to the truth at that time.

[Motarion] didn't want to continue to tangle with this madman, so he exchanged a few polite words before bowing and getting ready to leave. The more he came into contact with his other self, the more silent and resentful he became.

Freedom is priceless. For some people, it is worthless, but for others, it is priceless.

It doesn’t matter…it doesn’t matter…

[Mortarion] thought to himself that he only wanted to do one thing... He came here to do only one thing... It didn't matter... The world and the people he lived in were completely rotten, and all he had to do was wait for the storm to rise.

The seeds of wildfire were so bright in his eyes.

………………

[Sometimes I quite like seeing Mortarion's speechless expression.]
After Mortarion left, Guilliman suddenly spoke, startling Sanguinius beside him.
Guilliman did not wait for Sanguinius to reply, and continued to talk to himself.

[Did you know that when Mortarion returned to the Empire, I was the first Primarch he asked to see. I was very surprised at the time.]
[He was not as respectable and elegant as he is now.]
Guilliman smiled and shook his head, but his smile made the ghoul Sanguinius shudder.

[I still remember what I saw. I saw a primitive man trying to integrate into the society of advanced humans, just like a Neanderthal wearing animal skins trying to integrate into a dinner party among Homo sapiens. But he learned quickly, very quickly, and even frightened me at one point.]
[In most cases, my brothers are not as humble as Mortarion. The premise of being studious is that he is willing to accept his ignorance... I was very curious about why he became what he is now. Is it because of something on Barbarus?]
Now... he roughly knew what it was.

Guilliman smiled in his heart and looked up at the sky. In the other side that could not be reached by any detector or naked eye, that psychic airspace had never disappeared.

[Mortarion] Do you think you have kept it a secret...?
Little did he know that his little movements were like a dog seeing shit. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, the saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, out of instinct as a lower animal, had already betrayed him.

As for the other Mortarion... the Mortarion of this world, Guilliman pondered for a moment. That Mortarion was not easy to deal with. It seemed that the chief rebel Mortarion would suffer.

In the end, he would be beheaded by another self before his own little schemes could come to fruition.

Thinking of this, Guilliman laughed heartily again. Things were really too interesting, far more interesting than he had imagined.

Then he raised his eyes again and looked at [Sanguinius].

[report?]
The vampire lord [Sanguinius] nodded and began his routine report on military affairs.

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Another fate line

disturbed.

[Horus Lupercal] was silent, the light reflected from his wise head was so dazzling. If there was anything in common between the two Horus in the two fate lines, it was probably their heads that were so well-maintained that not a blade of grass grew on them.

Then [Horus] sighed, and he tightly grasped the command board in his hand, on which were the confiscated materials from the [Moon Wolf] jurisdiction in Chaos Central.

[Horus] subconsciously wanted to say something, but realized that the ghoul was not beside him. He wanted to call the descendants of the Mourning Society to share his worries, but he knew that he should not say these to his descendants.

Last time, Sanguinius had seriously warned Horus that it would be better for him to keep his anxiety and rebellion to himself. If he were discovered by Guilliman, a large number of people would probably be implicated.

If Horus wishes to protect his children, he had better be careful with his words.

He frowned and stared at the data on the command board again. He always felt that something was wrong - all the numbers were too normal, so normal that they were abnormal.

You know, it's a war time now, and more than half of the Chaos Empire's army has gone to another world before going to war. But now [Fernus] tells [Horus] that everything will remain the same?
Considering that Guilliman only coordinated the actions of the Blood Angels, Horus felt more and more uneasy and doubtful, gradually inflating like a balloon.

silence……

[Horus] sat silently at his desk, as if he realized something but was unable to believe it.

The sword of scrutiny and suspicion was already hanging over his neck, but the Primarch only felt horrified. If what he was worried about was the truth, then Guilliman had probably already planned his plan against the Luna Wolves.

Since they have not been valued by the Emperor since their return, and Horus has always deliberately stayed away from the center of the Empire, the size of the Luna Wolves is not huge.

Because in Guilliman's vast empire, once the size of a legion reaches a certain level, it will be subject to additional surveillance.

Mobilizing troops now... Horus quickly considered this possibility in his mind. He was confused and unsure whether Guilliman was here to give him a warning or to wipe out the enemy completely.

If he launched the attack in advance, there would be only one outcome: being wiped out from the empire's territory.

But if he waited for the opponent to make a move, betting that Guilliman was just giving him a warning at this moment... but if the bet failed, Horus would not have the first-mover advantage, and if he resisted at that time, he would probably sacrifice more.

[Horus] gritted his teeth. He couldn't guess Guilliman's true thoughts.

As the king of a country, Guilliman is moody and can never be judged by normal logic. Even Mortarion has never figured out what is going on in Guilliman's mind.

If Guilliman really wanted to send out his troops to attack the Luna Wolves at this moment...

Then he is absolutely crazy!
Horus cursed in his heart, how could he start a civil war again after not winning the foreign war? Or was Guilliman so confident that the empire he built could withstand a two-front war?

But Horus calmed down, and after a period of silence he began to deduce the war, and finally he realized with great indignation and sadness that if he only wiped out the Luna Wolves, it would not be necessary to cause any serious damage to the Chaos Empire.

In fact, in the Chaos Empire built by Guilliman, there is only one legion that can inflict a devastating blow to this behemoth, and that legion is the Ultramarines under Guilliman.

Apart from this, other legions were more or less monitored and restricted by Guilliman. The legions were not allowed to have separate logistics and recruitment planets. The sources of new recruits were divided into small-scale conscription of the legions from the primarch's home planet and unified dispatch of the Empire. Among them, Guilliman stipulated that for those entering the legion management level, the ratio of unified Imperial soldiers to Primarch's home planet soldiers was 7:3.

Almost every Primarch has his own management council, which is established with troops allocated entirely by the Empire. The daily logistics of the Legion and its connection with the Chaos Mechanicus are almost entirely the responsibility of this council.

However, Guilliman did not completely restrict the Primarchs. The Legion's diplomacy, strategic direction, and daily training were still the responsibility of the Primarchs, and the Primarchs were also allowed to form their own small advisory groups.

When Guilliman proposed this harsh system, it wasn't that no one raised objections...

………………

Before the traces of gunpowder and burns were washed away by the mechanical servants and the once glorious Terra Palace was covered in dust, Guilliman smiled and threw the crown stained with sad blue blood onto the long table while the Primarchs remained silent.

Stab-! ! !
Behind him, Mortarion, with psychic rune shackles around his neck, lowered his head silently, revealing only a single terrifying eye behind his long hair. The wild dog's gaze passed through the white hair without any ripples or ups and downs.

But he has already declared his position.

[I think everyone agrees with this.]
[Guilliman] spoke each word with emphasis, the blue pupils in his deep eye sockets like an inhuman doll.

[If there is, we can solve it now.]
Bang!

Under the towering dome, the arched double doors of the parliament hall were suddenly kicked open!

Then, a strong wind accompanied by wolf howling came, and the other side of the door was no longer the dilapidated and desolate scene of the imperial palace after the war, but a rotating and broken subspace area!

[I have objections! Guilliman! You are rebelling! !]

The weather-beaten Russ kicked his foot on the long table and cursed. Behind him, another figure slowly walked out of the shadow of the warp. Number One had his eyes wide open and his blond hair exploded like a lion's sideburns.

[Guilliman...]
Primarch No. 1 said slowly,
[Betrayal is an unforgivable sin.]
The Lion drew his sword.

[Even though our father was a tyrant? Even though he was prepared to sacrifice an entire empire to crown his ascension to godhood?]
Guilliman smiled as he looked at the two Primarchs approaching. Through the thick walls of the palace, the dull sounds of bombs and the roar of Titans could be heard again in the distance.

[To that tyrant, we are nothing more than pawns that he can discard at any time.]
Guilliman's words obviously resonated with the majority of the Primarchs standing at the long table. Seeing that he could not persuade them, the Wolf King suddenly spat to the side.

There is no need to waste words! Even if he did not appreciate the fate of the Emperor, Magnus had already died in front of Leman Russ!

Just like it was back then!!!
In a split second! A giant figure leaped high up, swung the battle axe in his hand, and hovered above the long table in the midst of everyone's shock.

Guilliman's expression remained the same, as if he had already anticipated the current situation.

[Two challengers, eh?]
The next moment, Horus, who was standing beside the long table, suddenly opened his eyes wide. Time seemed to be pulled very slowly. A blue light that was jumping like a ganglion lit up from the center of his vision, and then lit up the entire galaxy in an instant.

He saw something.

He also forgot something.

When he blinked again, he was already sweating profusely, and he was gasping for breath as if he had just witnessed something extremely terrifying happening.

Feeling dizzy, he looked up and saw a huge strange burn mark running across the middle of the long table. Horus subconsciously looked towards the head of the table, only to see that Guilliman still looked as usual.

As if noticing Horus's frightened look, Guilliman, with his smile unchanged, suddenly turned his head and smiled at Horus with his azure eyes.

? ? ? ! ! ! !

[Horus] suddenly pulled his thoughts out of his memories, his forehead covered with sticky sweat. Since then, according to the ghouls, the Wolf King successfully escaped from the palace, and on the night when order collapsed, Number One was completely wiped out.

This time... is it his turn to be suspected by Guilliman?
[Horus] gasped, realizing that the gears of fate had already started to turn. He could no longer linger in the corner of the galaxy. The tyrant would never allow any flaws to exist in his empire.

That tyrant... that madman...

(End of this chapter)