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

Chapter 858 [300.] Before the War

[Mortarion] said nothing. He just buried his nose in his fanged ghost mask, retracted his neck and took a deep, deep breath.

The figure of the god of death Mortarion was dim in the black smoke that blocked his vision.

It's crazy.

Mortarion thought to himself as he walked forward slowly, watching the god of death Mortarion giving orders to the Death Guard indifferently - and his own army had already been sent back by Mortarion, after all, there might be more "Spiritual Extreme Marines" in it than the Death Guard.

[Mortarion] simply let them return to [Barbarus], another line of destiny, and let the Legion fight among themselves.

He stood listlessly at an angle to the back of Death, listening to his orders absentmindedly. Then the whole ship began to shake violently, the engine preheated, and then with a loud, dull "buzz!" it rushed to the front line.

They were some distance away from the front line, at least not as close as the Extreme Marines who were now at the front, but judging from the speed at which those on the outside were running towards them, it seemed that it would only take half a day for the two sides to collide.

During this time, the God of Death Mortarion acted as if he was dead, the chief rebel. He just buried his head in the sand and reviewed documents submitted by the Death Guard and signed orders one after another.

In the corner of his eye, the rebel saw some words like "mobilize all personnel" and "unblock the banned device" written on those papers.

But he still had no interest, and he was dying to breathe his poisonous gas, until Karas, holding a stack of documents, kicked the door open with a bang and rushed towards Mortarion, the god of death.

Seeing Karas's momentum, the two Mortarions shuddered at the same time.

Fortunately, the particularly vicious-mouthed Karas didn't even glance at the chief rebel. He just rushed over and stuffed the document in his hand to the God of Death Mortarion without saying a word, asking the Primarch to sign it before he died.

[Karas... spare me, I'm going to die, I at least hope that I won't see these disgusting papers an hour before I die.]

"I allow you not to review any official documents within seven minutes before your death."

【……cruel.】

Karas remained ruthless and impartial. These documents included not only battlefield dispatches, but also various plans for the Storm Star Field in the rear. If they survived or not, these papers signed with the Primarch's signature would become very useful evidence.

Hearing their conversation, the chief rebel who had been silent and pretending to be a quail behind them couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This smile was like a glare from Karas. The chief rebel hurriedly stood up, but then he thought why he was so nervous, and his body tilted again.

"I thought about you playing with us."

Karas spoke word by word, his eyes sparkling with moss green.

"Your acting is terrible, another Mortarion. If you want to fool others, at least pretend to fool yourself first."

He pointed out the ambition of the chief traitor to rebel against Guilliman.

The chief rebel shrugged.

[At least the results were pretty similar.]
"Of course I know,"

Karas said slowly, word by word,

"For Hades, of course it's for Hades, I should have known, I sometimes wake up from nightmares and stare at the ceiling wondering why it seems like everyone I know is so friendly to that damned bastard."

The name made the rebel's eyes go dark, but then he stood firm and said indifferently,

[At least you are not friendly to him at all.]
"hehe."

Karas sneered twice, then turned his head away, unwilling to continue this meaningless conversation, but the God of Death Mortarion, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke.

Because he deserves it.

Death said calmly, although his voice was lowered by the document in front of him. The First Rebel glanced at it curiously, but Death held the paper tightly, which was stamped with the triple seal of the Mechanicus, the Empire, and the Death Guard.

Mortarion set his jaw, paused, and made a small dot of black ink on it before signing the name "Hades" - he certainly had the power of attorney.

【He gave hope to so many people. 】

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The fighter plane was shaking and forced into the air in the violent air currents. Krigmid held on to the restraints tightly to prevent himself from being tossed around in the cabin like a scrambled egg.

"I don't understand - why the sudden emergency evacuation!"

The Astra Militarum soldier beside Krieg shouted. The army and organization had been dispersed long ago. Krieg recognized that it was a chemical dog. The guy with yellow teeth was now roaring. The black stone necklace hanging around his neck floated in the air and hit his funny big nose.
"Why don't you let us continue fighting?!"

He shouted angrily, "Where are those Chaos lackeys?!"

Krieg looked around and didn't find the political commissar in the cabin. Maybe the political commissars were killed in the battle. So he turned his head with a frown and looked at the chemical dog. A muffled voice came from behind the mask.

"Follow the teachings of Hades. This is his will."

Chem Dog turned his head and stared at Krieger.
"A Pluto-believing Krieg?! Look what I found!"

The beliefs of various star armies are very diverse, but they are nothing more than Pluto or the God-Emperor. The chemical dogs believe in Pluto because when they encounter Chaos or Greenskins, Pluto's blessing is really useful.

Krieg is an army that believes in the God-Emperor.

The hill between Mead's eyebrows grew taller and taller.
"Yes, I believe in Hades," he paused, "so be quiet and conserve your strength. He needs us to serve him better than to die now."

"Ha ha!"

The old chemistry dog ​​made a scratching gesture with his thumb.
"You little brat! I wish I could die here—so I could get a generous pension for those bastards in my family!"

Originally, there was no such thing as pensions for a notorious army like the Chemical Dogs, and perhaps no such thing as family, Mead thought. But later, with the implementation of the Nirvana system and the joint signing of the Imperial Order by Pluto and the Lord of the Empire, Kiliman, a more scientific and standardized military protection law was implemented, and it successfully - according to the world's words - protected the interests of every soldier, even if he was a bastard Chemical Dog - this protection law was obviously very effective, so effective that a Chemical Dog could have something like "family".

Therefore, most of these chemical dogs who can receive security during their lifetime are grateful to Pluto, but they are ashamed to say that they also fight very hard on the battlefield. Mead hopes that they fight for Pluto and the Empire, not for pensions.

"Why are those bastards still on the ground?"

The chemistry dog ​​knocked on the window. Through the translucent glass, the black and red dots were particularly obvious under the heavy fleet of fighter planes that were taking off urgently to retreat.

They are the Cult of Hades and the Mechanicus.

"Because Hades needs them."

Mead said gloomily that he wondered if the red-haired woman was also left on the ground of some planet.

This was a good thing, sacrificing for her belief in Hades, but Krieg still felt a tightness in his chest, hoping that the next time he died he would not be resurrected by the Primarch of the Death Guard, but fall into the River Styx.

"Then why doesn't Pluto need us?!"

The chemistry dog ​​flew into a rage and started cursing, but this time Mead was too lazy to pay attention to him. Krieger closed his eyes and only muttered something under his breath.

"Because he wants someone to be alive to participate in post-war construction." He said, these were the words of the red-haired Hades priest, not his.

Above the ground, those small red and black dots were still wriggling, like a moving Great Wall, busy building the giant weapons he needed.

..............................

"Hurry up! You lazy fellows!"

Kirkland cursed and swung the cable whip even harder.

He was in a huge black stone building, the floor of the building was littered with corpses of Necrons, demons, and humans. The Skitarii and Mechanical Magos were busy directing all kinds of large machines to be urgently built here.

They already knew that what they were about to face was something that could not be harmed by bullets or swords, and only large weapons could cause slight damage to it - this was why the Mechanicus was the most necessary force in the war.

"…Long time no see, Kirkland, my first great mentor."

A calm voice sounded behind Kirkland, and a huge shadow covered Kirkland. Kirkland slowly turned around and saw that damn bastard.

"How dare you see me?! You resigned piece of shit!"

Jin-306 spread out his hands, and a “:)” appeared on the screen.

"We're all going to die anyway."

Kim said,

"I came to see you and take care of you. The higher-ups gave me the order - no, I should be proud to say that my application was approved."

"what?!"

Before Kirkland could jump up in anger, King stretched out a metal hand and smashed it on Kirkland's head with a bang!

"Only you and I can do this,"

Jin's voice became low. Normally, for an order of this level, at least one Primarch would be sent down, but there was really no one available now, so the burden fell on the two ancestors of the Mechanicus.

"Secret Order No. 7," Jin lowered his voice and sent the key and the compressed package to Kirkland at the same time, "King Beheading Order."

Kirkland's head snapped around to look at King.

"What?!" His voice changed due to excitement, "Is my Lord really going to become a god?!!!"

"Of course he won't! He's a human! So we have to stop him!!!"

King roared as he walked over, grabbed Kirkland who was trying to run, and lifted him up by the collar.
"Even if I resign, my authority still exceeds yours, Kirkland,"

He said word by word,

"And this is a secret order signed by Pluto himself. Whether you like it or not, you cannot go against his will. One last time, Kirkland, it was Pluto himself who chose to become a human."

Kirkland looked at King, the founder of the damned "Plutoism" who was silent. Finally, Kirkland said slowly,

"It's not that Pluto chose to become a human, but that he should have released his essence as a god. I still don't agree with you."

Kirkland said,
"But I can't go against his will. The order has been issued, Jin, so when do we start?"

"I do not know."

Jin loosened his grip on Kirkland's collar and took a deep breath.

“Play it by ear.”

Probably by then the real decision-making power will fall into the hands of the two great sages - Jin does not think that if the Outsiders are really defeated, the Empire will still have a primarch with decision-making awareness left.

So he had to keep a close eye on Kirkland.

Jin thought, staring at Kirkland. At this moment, on different battlefields, with the issuance of the secret order, countless Mechanicus ships that were originally evacuating turned around and began to sail towards the designated target.

..............................

Guilliman took a deep breath and rubbed his brows wearily.

The ones closest to the outsiders now are the Extreme Marines. They are now the most powerful legion on the battlefield, and they should be the first to go forward.

The most ridiculous thing finally happened. The Outers, who were led by the Emperor to drive out the wolves and tigers, finally fought against the Empire.

If Pluto and the Empire were really crushed by the Outsiders in the end - Robert Guilliman had never seen such a ridiculous defeat in his life.

[I suddenly regret having a father named "Emperor".]

Guilliman said calmly, the white light from the outside of the porthole already shining on him, making the blue helmet flash with a faint white light.

Beside him, only Calgar was standing stiffly - this document slave who had been exiled to Macragge by Guilliman to review official documents. Although his armor was pitted by intense combat and his face had messy scars, because he did not have to review documents, the mental state of this Ultramarines was much better than when Guilliman first saw him.

The fatigue in his Primarch's words made Calgar say something, but the content of the sentence was too shocking. Calgar blinked and finally chose to pretend to be deaf, watching with his eyes and his nose with his nose.

[Always silent, always hiding, always gambling, always telling at the last minute, unwilling to trust his descendants, unwilling to trust his people, sacrificing himself, sacrificing his children, sacrificing anyone, any sacrifice is acceptable.]

Guilliman paused for a moment, his eyes showing fatigue.
[Even if his choices were proven to be correct afterwards, I still hate it. I would rather work with Mortarion.]

[We must buy enough time for Pluto. 】

Guilliman changed the subject and said,

[Whether it is a battle... or if they really fail in the end and the empire is shattered, as long as Hades is still alive, I think he has a way to make the shattered empire stand up again - only he has this ability, I don't have it, and the Emperor is even less likely to have it. ]

Maybe Guilliman had, but he really, really didn't want to do it anymore.

Guilliman sighed, his thoughts shattered, mumbling to himself, his fingertips still retaining the touch of [Alpha]'s neck.

[I'll just consider this as paying him back in the end. I, we, humanity, and the empire owe him a lot - I'm beginning to waver now. Is he actually human?]

If it weren't human, things would be even worse.

Guilliman sighed again.

[I really don’t want to be the master of this empire anymore.]

He lowered his eyes and talked to himself.

(End of this chapter)