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

Chapter 847 [289.] [Mortarion] Moment of Illusion

Where is the future of humanity?

Under the macro, how are you supposed to walk, you miracle?
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The chief rebel tilted his head, and at the moment before his soul truly hovered in the air, his pupils reflected the entire world, darkness, endless darkness and greed.

Before his soul could scream, the darkness pounced on him, drowned each other, drowned everything - drowned his unfulfilled wishes, drowned his hopes, and drowned his soul.

Before the overwhelming regret and pain came over him, darkness had already dragged him down.

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Another Destiny

【Past/Memory】

[Rebellion.]
Horus paused for a moment and said, the unfavored Primarch turned around and looked at Mortarion. He seemed to be a little afraid of Mortarion's gaze, and his eyes looked away in an instant after a moment of staring.

[I have listened to Sanguinius, and I have made my decision, which I believe is the right one - but, Mortarion, this is no offense, may I ask you again why you made this choice? I heard from Guilliman that you were the first to make this decision...]
[The Primarch who decided to make a deal with the gods of the Warp.]
[Mortarion] added lightly, a faint smile appearing on his pale and bloodless face.

[Because our father is dragging the entire empire into the abyss,]
The Primarch spoke slowly and clearly,
[How long has it been since he last saw us? Horus, ninety-six years, and as he left and returned to Terra - all astropaths could see the increasingly violent warp storms in the solar system.]
[Sanguinius has already emphasized this to you, so I will not say more. The only thing that can be confirmed is that it was a warp storm caused by some extremely powerful and evil sacrificial ritual.]
He stopped and observed Horus's reaction, but Horus just looked at him, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

"I know, my brother, but my point is - what do you really think? I - with all due respect, Mortarion, I did not think you were a Primarch who cared about the future of the Imperium and humanity.]
[I thought it was your hatred for him that drove you to take revenge on him. No, what I meant is, if this is your answer, I am willing to join your camp. I think there are not many primarchs who don't hate him. This hatred and dissatisfaction is enough to support an ambition.]
Such as knuckles in the throat.

Mortarion paused for a moment, then blinked and his voice returned to calm.

[No, I... I care, I do hate him.]
[But compared to that hatred...]
[Mortarion] felt his heart beating. Simple hatred was not enough to make him watch his best friend walk into the abyss. Yes, he would never let his revenge add new scars to others.

unless……

[Humanity needs a future.]
The Primarch said softly,

[We don't have much time left, Horus, the false emperor needs to step down.]
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Another fate line

【Past/Memory】

【Barbarus】

"You have returned to see him again, Mortarion."

A hissing snake sound was heard. Mortarion was still not used to Herrera's new form. Her worm-like snake shape always gave the Primarch goose bumps on his skin. After becoming a demon, Herrera also became much more tactful.

The Primarch nodded.

[For the last time,]
He said this was the last time to commemorate the dead before the mutiny.

[If we fail, we will disappear. We not only want to destroy the false emperor, but we also want to find a way out for mankind again... and also for...]
"And for the possibility of seeing him again."

【Callas】said slowly, as if thick phlegm was stuck in his throat.

[As long as it succeeds——]
A fierce light flashed in Mortarion's eyes.

[The history of mankind will continue, instead of disappearing... We must pull the Emperor down from the position of Lord of Mankind, otherwise the rituals of the Warp will lead to the extinction of the entire human race.]
"At least……"

Herrera's tone changed again and again, and then she showed a helpless smile.

"At least I think either you or Guilliman is stronger than the Lord of Mankind."

The Primarch remained silent and just nodded.

But he stopped again.

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Another fate line

【past】

The sky and the earth were golden.

The Primarch slowly opened his eyes. He felt his entire soul burning, being licked by hot, flowing gold. He seemed to have fallen into the depths of the sun, and his soul was blinded.

The armor was melted and dissolved in the light; the skin was burnt, curled up and turned into charred ashes, blowing away; the flesh and blood were melted, like the wax dripping beside a candle, and in the end only his strongest bones and soul were left. Mortarion felt that he was still running. He held his sickle, and the sickle was no longer just a sickle, but an extension of his will and soul.

He just ran, full of anger, full of determination, full of rage, full of unwillingness, and in the end only tenacity was left.

Everything complex has been abstracted, simplified and made into nothingness.

The chief rebel didn't even have time to notice that the three colors entwined in the depths of his soul had disappeared at some point, leaving only the last bit of his existence that had not been completely swallowed up by the golden desert.

He just ran, hoping to give his damn father a sickle, preferably right on the damn man's head.

Time flew by, and the Primarch didn't know how long he had been running. It seemed like eternity, and it seemed like just a moment.

Finally, something appeared in the shapeless golden light, showing a little trace, a little state, like a human figure emerging from the molten liquid gold. Then the gold became clearer and clearer, limbs, torso, silk, facial features, wrinkles - the man sitting appeared, majestic, like a god-like golden ring surrounding him, his eyes were full of golden light, and a quietly flowing golden river of tears appeared under his cheeks.

At this moment, that man - no, that god-like being was looking at [Mortarion], and the whole world was looking at [Mortarion].

Although there were no pupils at all, Mortarion could somehow see sadness, madness, joy, dissatisfaction, and helplessness in that look.

The corners of the man made of pure gold trembled, as if he wanted to speak to the Primarch.

Who cares?
[Motarion] Go up and slash at me with a scythe.

[Mortarion] swung his scythe and chopped down without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation. Then, as expected, [Mortarion] felt his hand was empty, and his last scythe was gone.

It's all right, Mortarion, it's all right.

[Mortarion] immediately clenched his hands into fists, and with full anger and frustration, he swung at the old man - then the feeling in his fists and both arms disappeared.
So [Mortarion] jumped over and tried to give the damn thing a flying kick.

Without a doubt, the last of his feeling, control over his legs, was gone.

He wanted to open his mouth to curse, but the Emperor predicted it first, so Mortarion was unable to utter a word.

Then Mortarion opened his eyes wide, trying to kill his father with his eyes.

But his gaze did not anger the Emperor, or perhaps the Emperor was already so angry that he could not be any more angry. Seeing that his child was finally willing to stop and listen to him carefully, the Emperor spoke with satisfaction.

+Your guess is correct, my child. +
+I am also glad that you have arrived here. If the rebels had arrived a little later, I think humanity would have been destroyed directly - becoming a truly soulless existence, becoming an extension of my will. +
[? ! ]
After hearing the Emperor's words, Mortarion finally pulled himself out of his insane rage and his insistence on giving that old man a blow. The Primarch was stunned and completely shocked.

Without giving Mortarion time or mouth to doubt, the Emperor continued talking to himself.

+I have waited too long on the Golden Throne. You are a little late. I never thought you would be so cowardly and hesitant on such a matter. If I were an emperor who had not attended court for twenty years, I would have led my army directly into the palace - you are even my descendants, with a powerful army. +
[Mortarion] cursed the [Emperor] in his heart, but the [Emperor] did not hear him because he did not let [Mortarion] speak.

+Okay, that's it, that's all the answers. +
The Emperor laughed, and his smile was inhuman and insane.
+The existence deep in my soul is expanding. The Golden Throne and my will can only suppress it temporarily. It is like a parasite in the depths of my soul, a seed buried deep under the soil. Every time it swallows, I become weaker and it becomes bigger. Unfortunately, the wishes and expectations of humans for me will only feed its growth. +
So here he sat, on his golden throne, and part of him was screaming for him to stand up, while he held his ground as if his legs would never again lift him.

Contaminated by "him", disagreements also arose within the Imperial Guards, just like his moody, ever-changing emotions and thoughts. In the end, the two sides' ideas were confused, and the [Emperor] fell silent because he could not tell which idea came from him and which came from "him".

"He" is he, and he is also "he", but both are he, just like the caterpillar and the butterfly of the same thing, and now, the pupa is wriggling, and from within the caterpillar's body, the butterfly is struggling to break out and set off a storm.

+So resist, my child, draw your sword upon me, swing your scythe upon me - pin me - pin him to the Golden Throne, for you have found the means and the answer. +
+My ascension to the Gods was interrupted. I will continue to exist. I will choose a path to continue to help you - a path to help humanity. +
The Emperor smiled bitterly.
+I wish you victory, my child, but you seem ill-equipped to manage the Imperial selection, and Guilliman... I regret that I saw him so late,+
The sitting man looked into the distance, as if his gaze had finally penetrated thousands of stars and seen through everything.

+But at least…+
+A small number of humans will actually survive, and civilization will remain. +
A very light voice disappeared, as if it was just a self-consolation.

The Emperor looked again at Mortarion.
+Live, live, my child, you are the most stubborn and dissatisfied one among them, guard the human kingdom for me, until another opportunity arrives, until another future - you and Guilliman have touched a moment of truth. +
+Then awaken me, Mortarion, and slay the tyrant, and burn all that is filthy with your fire.+
As if finally relieved, Mortarion watched the Emperor tremble, like ripples spreading out, his figure growing taller and larger - as he slowly stood up.

As the Emperor stood up, the boundless golden light began to dim, and starting from the farthest point, the eternal night was infected with the golden light, spreading inward in circles.

At dusk, the sun sets.

The still bright Emperor stretched out his hand, and a flame ignited in his hand, falling towards Mortarion, but the surroundings darkened abnormally quickly, and before the golden flame reached the Primarch, it had already been eroded by the surrounding darkness.

+I cannot control him, you still have to defeat him, I give it to you, Mortarion, hide it behind the scars of your soul... until you are found. +
The sun set completely and eternal night fell.

Mortarion gasped for air, and he felt himself on fire. His flesh, skin, armor, and sickle all returned to him, and he was standing firmly on the ground. In front of him, the tall "Emperor" with dark blood flowing out of his golden armor stood.

The Emperor saw him and raised his sword.

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dark.

dark.

Total darkness.

[Mortarion] felt extremely weak, as if his armor, skin, flesh and blood had disappeared again. All that was left around him was darkness that made him vomit subconsciously. He couldn't tell where he was, was he in the palace under Terra, or in the real hell?
The Primarch just lay there quietly, tiredly, as if dead.

"Mortarion?"

With a slight sound, Mortarion, who seemed to be dead, suddenly opened his eyes. He struggled to get up, but he couldn't stand up no matter what.

"Ah, Mortarion,"

The voice he was familiar with but had gradually forgotten sounded, coming from far away and approaching, then it walked to his side and squatted down.

But Mortarion still only saw black, darkness everywhere. He struggled to speak, but his body was heavy and unable to move.

That voice was not the one he had heard before, the voice of Hades, the god of the underworld, but the voice of the familiar Hades who had died early at the hands of Barbaryus.

The voice fell silent, as if thinking.

"I think I am completely dead, but that person's black domain inspired the will of the last small piece of black domain I left for you. Therefore, I can talk to you briefly now, Mortarion, but only for a short while. After all, I am not the real me, but... uh... something like a soul echo?"

Then Hades let out a long sigh of relief.

"Luckily I left you a piece of the Black Domain fragment, otherwise you would have been swallowed up by that guy. It's really amazing - I didn't expect the other me to be so strong."

(End of this chapter)