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

Chapter 846 [288.] You've already scolded me so much, wouldn't it be a shame if I didn't use it?

The black flames were burning fiercely, just like they had done back then.

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Another fate line

【Terra】

Breathing, breathing, breathing became more and more difficult, and the Primarch felt as if he was upon Barbarus again.

The thick smell of gunpowder and blood filled his nostrils, and the pungent smell of gunpowder penetrated deeply into his lungs. Looking into the distance, the originally blue and white sky was torn apart, and countless sharp gunpowder and light spears fell from the sky.

Nearby, angry roars and screams were piercing.

He just swung his sickle.

The giant sickle that seemed huge and bulky in the eyes of others was now powerful in his hands. When the sickle was swung down, sonic booms and blood and flesh were splashed. The three kinds of fireworks that echoed the laughter of the subspace leaped on the originally pale sickle blade. In the eerie atmosphere, countless innocent ghosts screamed and were trapped in the three kinds of strange fire that were always burning.

Regardless of everything else, he only wanted to go to the huge throne room - a hundred years ago, on the stormy night when the Primarch was scattered, Mortarion had caught a glimpse of the huge building under the palace.

A fortress composed of dark gray, bright yellow and pitch black appeared in front of him. He drew his gun and fired. A dazzling blue fireball the size of a cannon descended like fire from the sky. A huge explosion sounded, and the seemingly indestructible fortress was blown open, revealing the exposed tissue underneath.

Before the iron warriors inside the fortress could draw their swords to resist, a gust of wind had already passed by them. The scythe wind was so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye. The next moment, those who had not yet reacted tried hard to understand what was happening - but then the corpses whose heads had been smashed by the scythes fell to the ground with a thud, like fireworks exploding in midsummer.

[Mortarion] smelled the stench that represented sin, a smell far more foul than the poisonous mist of Barbarus, and a smell that made him frown even more. It came from the depths of his soul. The more he killed people against his will, the more this smell became, and it lingered.

It was as if the three gods had left a mark specifically to mock him.

It doesn’t matter…it doesn’t matter…

[Mortarion] felt that the connection between the Warp and the physical world was becoming distorted and blurred. In the shadows under his feet, countless laughing demons emerged. They were swamp green, scarlet red, dazzling purple, and other abstract colors. One after another, one after another, they were as happy and excited as if they were jumping into a grand dinner party. Those ugly guys didn't even bother to say hello to [Mortarion], and jumped directly into the slaughter feast on Terra at the moment.

The Warp is cheering.

Mortarion sensed this, and the High Heavens cast more power upon him, some of which were familiar to Mortarion from the powers of Chaos, and some of which were more confusing. The Primarch believed that part of them came from his own essence, and the rest... he was not sure.

But his essence... Although he bypassed the devil's treaty with the help of his best friend's soul, Mortarion, who devoted himself to forbidden techniques, had already allowed his essence to become empty and corrupt in order to seek more power to fight against the False Emperor.

It doesn't matter, this will build the ladder for his revenge.

[Mortarion] raised his hand again and looked at the turbid flames burning. The flames reflected in his pupils, making his eyes, which could originally see through the thick fog of Barbarus, become turbid.

He would become strong—strong enough—strong enough to cut off the man's head.

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【Toughness】

【now】

[What a pity, Mortarion...]
The chief rebel spoke in a hoarse voice, almost insane at this moment, and seemed to be just one step away from the state when he fought against the Emperor.

He could no longer be called the Primarch, could no longer be called [Mortarion], the monster that was burning fiercely - he was not originally burning, but more like some kind of flammable behemoth that was ignited. Then, for thousands of years, the flame never went out, but instead burned more and more fiercely under the anger and repression of the soul, until it was completely twisted and became a part of the First Rebel.

[When it comes to madness, you are far inferior to me.]
At this moment, the black flames rolled and seemed to have swallowed up the entire world, or perhaps it simply formed the sky and the earth. The entire subspace was like falling into the eighteen kinds of hell, and the shrieking cries of ghosts shot towards the souls falling in it like millions of arrows.

And in the deepest part of hell, where the black flames were most rampant, the giant moth was silent, and the white mist overflowing from its wings was instantly burned away by the black flames.

You are burning your own soul.

Mortarion said, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

[You have no way out, you can only be so embarrassed, the other me is really ridiculous. ]

This is the price of falling into Chaos, Mortarion thought to himself, and this is why he will never fall into Chaos.

[Hehe... Mortarion, but you are about to disappear - after you disappear, I will fulfill your little wishes for you.]
Neither Mortarion had any intention of having a deep conversation with the other - the limit of their communication was to taunt each other in between their continuous attacks.

The black flames continued to roar and scream, burning hotter and hotter, rising straight into the sky, as if some kind of grim god was about to climb out from the raging fire and curse all living beings.

Mortarion was silent, realizing that the First Traitor was releasing his essence. Standing on the steps of demigod, the First Traitor was infinitely extending to the next step—

Of course Mortarion saw that this would not last long. This tyrannical power came at the cost of burning itself. At the same time, after all, the source of the First Rebel's power still came from another galaxy, and this was still Mortarion's home turf.

Mortarion stared at the black flames that were burning his soul. He felt pain - a strange yet familiar pain. The Primarch did not sit still and wait for death. His eyes, which were originally covered with mist, began to shine. A bright golden color appeared in his pupils. This did not come from the power of the Emperor, but from the godhood that Mortarion had briefly ascended to in the past.

In the subspace, in the empty royal hall, a shadow flickered on a chair.

Sensing the change in Mortarion, the black flames surged even more, and Mortarion seemed to hear the extremely sad and angry screams when the soul was burning.

It's really... rare.

Mortarion thought that he was well aware of the dangers of doing so, but another self seemed determined to perish together with him - the First Rebel could not even be said to have hoped to win, he just burned himself in rage, piercing Mortarion's soul with black flames.

Even if the First Rebel survived and Mortarion died, the First Rebel would be exhausted by such intense burning.

Another self - Mortarion thought that he had completely lost control, which was ridiculous, but also stupid.

In the High Heaven, the shadow on the throne became clearer and clearer. Mortarion was gradually "standing up". His figure became taller and sharper. Bright yellow clung to his fingertips, freeing his essence. Mortarion was ready to suppress himself and take back his mind and soul.

?

In a trance, Mortarion felt that familiar presence - this instantly eased the uneasiness in his heart. Although he was still anxious, he seemed to have heard the horn of victory. This also made his brain program, which was originally occupied by anger and anxiety, begin to operate and think further.

Mortarion finally understood what the pain of the burning black flame felt like.

[Your flame...] Mortarion stared at the First Rebel without blinking, the bright yellow in his eyes slowly extinguishing.

[Is it the Emperor's? ]

The originally boiling flames shrank for a very short moment after hearing these words. Of course, Mortari did not miss this opportunity. He suddenly accelerated, crossed many spaces, and rushed towards the soul core of the first rebel.

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Another fate line

【past】

[Mortarion, in fact, I have heard our father say that each of us Primarchs inherited a part of him.]
In the blue-shining royal hall, Guilliman's voice echoed on the smooth marble floor.

With his head lowered, Mortarion nodded with a blank expression.

[You said... what part of his inheritance did you inherit? Did he later change his will to give you a little extra, Mortarion?]
[You are joking, my Lord.]
The flame flashed across Mortarion’s dim eyes.

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Another fate line

【past】

Run! Run! Run! [Mortarion] ran with great strides, his warriors and heirs had been forgotten by him. The guards who came to stop him were chopped down by the primarch with a sickle, just like crops that fell easily in a rice field.

The huge golden throne shrouded in golden light was at the end of the sight, like a dying sun at dusk. Disturbing dark filaments swam like some kind of parasite under the huge golden light.

[Mortarion] The further he ran towards the eternal sun, the brighter the glittering golden light became, but for some reason, the Primarch felt his vision growing darker and darker, as if it were about to get dark.

This only further confirmed the suspicion that the Primarch had already had in his mind - that the Emperor had inevitably slid into the abyss of corruption. As he sought power from the Warp, as he established himself as the master of humanity, the Warp had polluted him. Or perhaps he had always been like that.

A crazy, cruel man.

[Mortarion] thought countless times of the cold golden color in the tyrant's eyes, countless times of indifference and scolding towards the Primarchs, countless times of disregarding human lives, [The Emperor] didn't care about the feelings of the Primarchs at all - similarly, he didn't care about humans either.

The biggest madman in the history of the Human Empire narrowly hoped that the Primarchs would be able to take over his legions step by step and continue to expand the empire. As for the Primarchs' own dissatisfaction and pain, demands and hopes, they had nothing to do with him.

Or rather, the Emperor cannot understand this.

For him, survival, development and growth are the real meaning. Other matters are as meaningless as whether to step out first with the left foot or the right foot.

The same is probably true of this king as far as humans are concerned.

The pain they endured throughout their lives, the deaths of countless lives, the oppression and being oppressed, are nothing but a speck of dust in the face of the survival and development of the race.

Utopia does not exist.

[Mortarion] ran, like Kuafu chasing the sun. He wanted to shoot down a sun. This sun brought them light and heat, but also radiation and flames.

Until finally, he was completely engulfed by the vast golden light.

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【Original destiny line】

【now】

Mortarion rushed forward. A truly fatal attack often only takes one strike. Taking advantage of the First Rebel's momentary hesitation, the God of Death successfully rushed into the depths of the Black Flame - his soul also burned and boiled.

The First Rebel was laughing - he did not think that the current Death had the ability to kill him with one blow. Even if the Death was returning to his throne, the fire boiling in the First Rebel's soul could not be easily extinguished.

【I know what you are thinking.】

As if he had seen through the thoughts of the First Rebel, Mortarion laughed loudly with a mad sense of victory in his hoarse voice.

[But since you have scolded me like that countless times before, I will let you witness what it means to be truly "under great power", hahahahaha! ]

The next moment, the light around Mortarion dimmed, and the Primarch activated a skill he had used countless times - [Summoning: Underworld Descent]

【Hades!!! Pluto is above!!!】

Yes, Mortarion acknowledged all the slander and defamation that the First Traitor had said about him on the side of Hades, because no one could refuse a mechanical kill, as long as you could endure the scream and pain in the depths of your soul - then this move would be invincible.

The so-called justice? Dignity? It was nothing more than a provocation before the enemy's war. Perhaps except for a few specific primarchs, most primarchs, including the Emperor, would not have such noble morals.

Oh, the premise is still that Pluto still exists - the moment he felt that Pluto's black domain was in the nearby star field, Mortarion admitted that he breathed a sigh of relief deep in his heart. Then he paid attention to observing the black domain and tentatively diagnosed that Pluto had probably fallen into a coma again.

This means that the Black Domain has entered fully automatic hosting mode and fully automatic foraging - Hades needs food, and Mortarion provides it.

Although he was puzzled as to why the response range of Pluto's Black Domain had become much worse, the star region where Death was now located had already entered this designated range.

So, there is nothing more to say - the biggest difference between Mortarion and the First Rebel is that he has the living Hades here, so of course he has to remind his other self how he achieved the great cause he has today.

The answer is simple, listen to Hades, disobey Neos, and stay away from Chaos.

If you can do these three things, your life will be 77.7% successful.

Mortarion smiled as he thought about it, as a huge unconscious darkness enveloped them, instantly making the airspace where the two of them were out of the warp and washing away the aura of the Chaos Octagon on Mortarion's body.

Before his consciousness blacked out, Mortarion saw the First Rebel in his peripheral vision, and he only saw the appearance of a loser.

(End of this chapter)