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

Chapter 848 [290.] Mortarion and [Mortarion]

"But to be honest, you still mixed up in the end, Mortarion."

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Mortarion felt his heart stop for a moment, his blood stopped flowing, and billions of noisy voices screamed in his head, trying to say that it was not the case - but after thousands of excuses, Mortarion knew clearly that what Hades said was true.

The Primarch was still as soundless as a dying fish. Having just experienced the baptism of the Black Domain, it was completely unrealistic for him to take action under such circumstances.

"As much as it may pain you to say this, I think I probably did envision this... It was a little frustrating, and I thought... I thought I was doing my best to correct the mistakes."

Hades' voice was still talking to himself. Just as he said, Mo Yuanti felt indescribable anger, unwillingness and regret. He wanted to speak out his anger. Did he want to do that? Did he choose to accept the power provided by Chaos after seeing it? Did he not think of other ways out? But this world is so rotten. If you can't become a part of it, then you will only face death next. This damn galaxy excludes any individual except blood and war.

The death of [Hades] is the best proof. The tiny hope was extinguished, but the rotten ones survived.

[Mortarion] wanted to curse loudly, he wanted to smash his scythe directly on the ground, whoever wanted to do it could do it, he would not do it anymore, if this was the fate of the so-called Primarch, then it would be better for him not to have had a will in the first place.

Although he had imagined Hades's rebuke thousands of times, when he actually heard those words, he felt his soul burning with pain.
"but……"

Hades was silent for a moment, and then the voice spoke again.
"You did your best, Mortarion, I think you did - so there is no blame to be laid, except perhaps for Guilliman and the Emperor."

This is a statement that will never go wrong and there is nothing wrong with it.

However, Mortarion's thoughts did not linger on this sentence for too long. He was still immersed in great powerlessness, anger, and grief. He watched countless lives die because of his own lack of ability, and his own futile efforts backfired in the end, leaving him with nothing.

He felt angry, huge anger, which came from within himself, from the powerlessness in the face of huge reality, and the helplessness after his own mad roar. The entire galaxy was like this. In front of the mountain of fate, even the Primarch was so insignificant that he could not even save the life of an old friend, nor avenge him afterwards.

Even if Mortarion had really swung that scythe at the Emperor, the imagined ecstasy of revenge only lasted for a moment, and was then replaced by greater confusion. The blood of revenge could not revive an individual who had never had a soul, and the future... that darker future had quietly arrived.

He completed his plan and fulfilled the oath he had made on Barbaryus, but nothing changed. The sun still never rose, and the bubble of utopia was shattered forever - until persistence turned into numbness, until tenacity turned into forbearance, until he really saw that destiny, the faint light of hope lit up again.

But it was nothing but a mirage.

He failed again, so hastily, yet with a certain echo of fate. Perhaps being devoured by his best friend in the mirror fate was a good ending. At least his soul finally rested in peace - whether he forgave himself or not.

"But—ahem, buts, Mortarion."

As if hearing the reluctance in Mortarion's heart, Hades suddenly spoke again.
"You haven't completely disappeared yet - Mortarion, uh... let me think of a metaphor. Well, it's like my ability has created a cut on your soul, and then another black domain of mine suddenly stopped after swallowing the cut I created - maybe he automatically thought that this was not an unknown psychic body in the warp, but some rare psychic body, so he stopped."

Of course, it is also possible that an old man who was standing next to Pluto's entity hit the sleeping Pluto with a stick - who knows, the probability of this happening is not zero.

"And the curse I gave you just happened to prevent Guilliman's control from going deeper. However, the contract on you has not been completely washed away. A large part of it has been devoured, but there is still a part left in you - this is the contract between you and Guilliman. Only you know what is left."

Contract... Mortarion thought, and the damn face of Guilliman appeared in his mind again.

The other part of the contract is what Mortarion really wants.

But before Mortarion could think further, Hades's strange cry instantly brought him back to his senses.

"so!"

Hades' voice suddenly rose, as if he had twisted himself into a strange position.

"Take it! This is my last ripple! Mortarion!!! We still have to keep fighting! At least we can't rest now!"

Hades wanted to comfort Mortarion, but the remaining echoes of his fragments were so fragmented that even he himself had just come to his senses before disappearing again.

However, Hades was not worried that Mortarion would go on strike because of his broken faith - perhaps in this regard, Hades was as cruel as the Emperor, but Hades would not show it directly.

[Mortarion] will definitely stand up again, even if he is broken. This is [Mortarion]. If a Primarch is asked to easily give up the ambition and career he has insisted on for his whole life - this is almost impossible, unless the person who persuades the Primarch happens to be the Emperor, and the Primarch being persuaded is called Horus Lupercal.

? !
Wait?! Wait—wait!
Mortarion screamed in his heart. He felt himself being pulled away suddenly, away from the place where Hades might be. He roared madly and moved his limbs - finally he succeeded. The Primarch leaped out and ran towards the weakest and most powerless darkness.

There were too many words stuck in his throat, too many things he had not had time to say, too many things he could not open, too many things he could not ask. He had too many questions, reluctance, confusion and grief, but time waited for no one. The Primarch looked at the small dot that was gradually moving away, and he roared and shouted - thousands of words merged into one sentence.

A question that had puzzled him countless times, a question that he had sat on his Chaos-tainted altar thousands of times, raising his hands and gazing at himself.

[Hades——Do you regret it?!]
Does he regret coming to this world? If it were another world... he could have become a god.

Do you regret coming to Barbarus? Didn't he say that Guilliman was better?
Did he regret choosing Mortarion? He could have ignored the Primarch and been a subordinate of the alien lord.

This world is a huge scam and lie, and everyone has been let down. It is just a contrast to another tragic fate, but their pain, their perseverance, and their suffering have not diminished in the slightest.

[Hades], do you regret it?

Mortarion opened his eyes wide, watching Hades walking away with his back to him, then he casually stretched out his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and made a gun shape with his thumb, then casually pointed it at his forehead and released it again.

"No regrets,"

The smiling voice faded away quickly along with the darkness. The blurry light spot in front of Mortarion's eyes grew bigger and bigger. The Primarch was very reluctant to wake up, but was cruelly dragged back by the gravity of reality. "Hahahaha! You are the Primarch - Mortarion! I have finally seen a living Primarch of the Death Guard! Hahahaha, I can't even laugh enough - remember to work hard, Mortarion! See you later!"

[Mortarion] opened his eyes and saw another self. The Grim Reaper was crawling on the ground with difficulty. The bastard crawled to the side of the chief rebel and was struggling to try to cut off [Mortarion]'s head with the dagger he carried with him.

Seeing the chief rebel open his eyes and look at him, the Grim Reaper revealed a terrifying smile, and then tried to speed up the slow movements of his hands, and the dagger got closer and closer.

[......]
[Mortarion] looked at the monotonous ceiling of the Endurance with empty eyes, feeling a faint sense of death rising from the depths of his bones.

Just as Hades said, he felt the coercive control from Guilliman disappear.

But he might as well follow Hades just now - well, would he really be willing to do that? In fact, no matter which path he chooses, the first rebel will regret it, and no path is perfect. Can he really give up the plan he has been forbearing for ten thousand years? Just choose to leave with Hades?

Obviously not, even if Mortarion is very willing to make such a choice.

[I surrender.]
The first rebel said calmly.

Hearing his words, the Grim Reaper moved faster. Damn it—the First Rebel thought—damn it.

[I said I surrender! Ahem!]
Black blood flowed out, and the god of death Mortarion, who was also exhausted by the coming of the black domain, tried hard to cut the skin and flesh of the first rebel, which was harder than adamantine, with his blade.

【Not accepted.】

Mortarion said, trying frantically to get his strength back - if he had the strength just yet, the First Traitor would never have lived to cry out his surrender.

He clenched the small dagger in his hand frantically and cut it like a saw. Why the hell is it so hard?

[I make a contract with you! Mortarion - I was just controlled by Guilliman!]
[I know, but I don’t accept it.]

Mortarion cut and cut as hard as he could, and the two huge primarchs collapsed to the ground in a huge "T" shape. One was struggling to cut the other's neck with a small dagger that was too small for their size. Black blood gushed out from the cross-section, but it seemed that he was still some distance away from cutting deep into the neck.

There was something absurdly humorous about the scene, even though the Primarch whose throat was being cut was gurgling and screaming like someone who was choking.

Until a golden stick hit the head of the god of death with a "BANG!!!" and a crisp muffled sound occurred.

"Hehehe... that's the Pluto you were calling, right..."

A pair of feet appeared in the sight of the two Primarchs, and the cold frost formed by psionic energy condensed under his feet. The old man's voice came eerily from the side of the God of Death, and he used a stick to directly push away Mortarion's arm that was trying to cut his throat.

[***……]
The first rebel took the opportunity to utter an inarticulate curse word, then covered his neck which was beginning to heal and remained silent.

[That’s the Hades of the Death Guard—the Hades of Barbarus—you old immortal—]

BANG!

There was another loud and clear sound, and Mortarion's voice finally stopped. The First Rebel felt that his other self was very dissatisfied at this moment, but due to some temporary comparison of force, the God of Death had to shut up.

"I advise you to be rational, Mortarion - I thought you were mature enough, but I never thought you were so childish and absurd in front of your other self. Does every Primarch have an extremely strong desire for comparison in their hearts?"

"This is my last warning, Mortarion. If you don't want to disappoint the empire he built, you'd better let your brain control yourself, instead of your damn soul and instincts, and the inexplicable ideas that all of you primarchs have. I don't have time to educate you now. Your damn glutton commander is also resting now. Don't waste his energy."

The "he" who built the empire here naturally could not be the emperor, but of course Hades.

Then Mortarion fell into a grim silence, and the Primarch lay quietly on the ground, trying to recover his strength and hoping to give Malcador a scythe in the future.

"And you..."

Malcador's sudden change of subject startled the chief rebel who was listening to the opera, and a huge, conspiratorial smile appeared on the old man's lips.

"Contracts, huh? I love signing contracts - especially when the part of you that's left is Guilliman's."

[......]
[What do you want?]
Holding the black blood still fresh between his fingers, the First Rebel frowned and asked, but before the old man could speak, the God of Death Mortarion smiled and spoke,

[You are so used to being a dog... Are you really Mortarion——]

BANG! !
[......]
The first rebel [Mortarion] looked at the ceiling calmly. In fact, he felt relieved a lot after seeing [Hades], as if an impossible wish had suddenly come true.

[I am happy to.]
Mortarion said this calmly, completely letting go of his dignity along with Hades who was running away while laughing.

Malcador smiled, he squatted down, and stretched out his hand to Mortarion. The old man's hand hovered above the primarch's neck, and the blue rune reappeared ferociously.
"Interesting Primarch... I imagine you have more plans than you let on, don't you, Mortarion?"

Then a hint of deep meaning flashed in the old man's eyes.
"But you planned too far, too grand, too abstract. That is why you nearly died aboard the Endurance, Mortarion."

The first rebel smiled bitterly.
[But I survived... Malcador, I survived, because of everything.]
"It's hard to imagine that I would meet such an easy-going and indifferent Mortarion. Well, the contract I give you will be much more relaxed. I believe you are on the same side as us."

(End of this chapter)