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

Chapter 876 [318.] The pot calling the kettle black

[Mortarion] feels that everything is not going well.

He didn't want to admit that this was because of his bad luck -

In fact, he has been unlucky since he could remember. The only good thing in his life might be that he fell on Barbaros and then met comrades who were worthy of each other's trust.

But then he realized that perhaps his fall into Barbarys was to pave the way for greater misfortune, just as you can't make a person who has nothing more miserable, but you can let him see the sunshine first, and then throw him back into the abyss like garbage.

Until now, he still stubbornly holds on to the idea in his mind - the world shouldn't be so bad - he has experienced the years when he was treated as a normal human being, and the years when everyone around him was treated as a normal human being - so the world shouldn't be so bad.

But he was probably tired.

When Mortarion realized that all his perseverance was ultimately the plan of another higher being - it was hard for him not to be discouraged. Guilliman, whom he had previously regarded as his mortal enemy and the most difficult part of their plan, was nothing more than a pawn in their plan. In this respect, they were all the same.

In this respect, this damn universe is just as rotten. No one can escape - whether it's the slaves under their feet, or the primarchs high above, or even the gods themselves - no one can do what they want. Every existence is bound and drawn into the abyss of the whirlpool of fate, fighting each other until both are defeated.

[I don't think I can lead Him away.]
[Mortarion] said calmly, the dim light coming through the porthole cast a faint glow on his cheeks, making the Primarch's skin look even paler. He looked like a dead man who had just been salvaged from a rainy night and stuffed into this unsuitable hard seat.

Opposite Mortarion, Lorgar nodded at him apologetically. Unlike the primarch's gentle expression, he nailed the hoarsely screaming Angron to the altar in a very brutal way.

This is an extremely strange ship, made of black stone. Compared with ordinary warships, Mortarion feels that this ship is more like some kind of large engineering vessel built for some kind of sacrifice or other purposes.

+But we always have to try... I'm sorry, none of us thought he could grow to this point - I'm frustrated about this, if the Empire and the Primarch had tried harder, then he wouldn't have to push him to that point. +
Luo Jia turned his head and paused for a moment, thinking.

+The Emperor was a step late,+
Tears flowed from his eyes.
+Just a little bit - but as war always does, we almost didn't have to face this. +
The Emperor was indeed a little late. If he had been able to arrive when Hades was unconscious, then it would not be Pluto who had to face the Outsiders, and now they would not have to face the out-of-control Pluto. But it still applies - the Emperor's arrival was already a great victory, and Guilliman was also difficult enough that even the Lord of Mankind almost failed.

[Mortarion] said nothing, just staring at the tear under Lorgar's eye in a daze. The Primarch felt that he was already unable to cry.

But he didn't say anything, he just gave a questioning smile.

[It seems we have no other choice.]
He spread his hands and turned to look at the other side. Herrera, who was standing next to Angron, was wondering how to nail her boss on the altar.

[Herrera] showed great enthusiasm and put forward many professional opinions. [Motarion] couldn't help but wonder if [Herrera] would also nail him, the unfortunate leader, and her unfortunate comrades to the ground if possible.

He felt a little sorry for Herrera, as it was his suggestion in the beginning, but then Herrera and Karas chose to sell their souls - compared to the hesitant Karas, Herrera was more straightforward and went directly to find Slaanesh, which might have something to do with her personality, as her former comrades had all become Space Marines, but she was still a mortal.

Then, by accident, Herrera, who had devoted herself to Slaanesh, got hold of the key to destiny - they needed as many triggers as possible to attract the power of Slaanesh.

...Where did [Karas] go now?

Mortarion's thoughts drifted away, and he was a little worried - he was very worried about them, but when he thought that Karas and Vorcus had probably already thrown themselves into the Underworld and were no longer affected by Chaos, he felt sincerely happy for them, and felt even more sad for the living.

And now, fate no longer pretends, they are just pawns that can be sacrificed, and they are willing to do so.

Mortarion took another deep breath, looked at Herrera and spoke.
[Herri...what do you think?]
"I?"

Herrera, who had been drilling holes in Angron with great interest, was touched by the Primarch. She paused in astonishment and looked at Mortarion.

Then, the Great Golem of Slaanesh realized something and smiled mischievously.

"I see - Mortarion, you must be thinking about this and that again - what can I think? If I can't get it, I'll just add fuel to the fire to make his wish come true. There's nothing else to think about."

[Herrera] blinked, then slid deftly to [Mortarion]'s side. She stretched out her hand, and the psychic fire symbolizing Slaanesh ignited in her palm. Amid the twisting flames, [Mortarion] saw the vague face of the god.

"I was quite curious as to why my Lord had been so silent for ten thousand years - it simply did not conform to the concept of immediate indulgence - now you see, both you and I know why~"

[Herila] chuckled, her pure black eyes sparkling even in the dim room.
"Because my dear old friend destroyed my Lord in this destiny - that is why He is so silent."

"Shoot down the gods." Herrera's eyes sparkled. Mortarion wanted to criticize her for eating and using Slaanesh, at least to show some respect on the surface, but then the Primarch remembered himself and gave up.

"You know, Mortarion - that's what he told me back then - he said that if we could, if we could find the true method, mortals could bring down gods."

Then Herrera suddenly turned her head, and her hair lashed on the primarch's armor like a whip. The primarch lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Forget it, you don't understand."

[Herrera] said with emotion, "You are the Primarch - Mortarion. You don't fully understand the anger and obsession of a small character to bring down a big man. Karas no longer has that sharpness, and Vorcus is a complete fool -

Wait, that's a bit harsh. I think you might feel frustrated because you're being used as a tool. Don't be too depressed, Mortarion. Look, if you could be a handy weapon, shoot down the god, fulfill his wish, or even die right in his domain - there's nothing better than this, okay? Oh! Maybe there is, but unfortunately I'm not an idiot who can't recognize reality. I know I can't lock him up alone, hahahahaha, or kill him - you know, in some cases, the male corpse will - hahahahahaha."

[Mortarion] felt his scalp tingling as the topic gradually turned to a direction he didn't want to continue. This was the baptism that Slaanesh brought to a person - that's enough, that's enough, stop talking about it.

Along with the sound of Angron's severed vocal cords and knocking teeth in the distance, and the grand and huge war in the distance outside the porthole, the words in Mortarion's ears gave him a sense of humor.

[I see,]
He said dryly, stopping Herrera from talking any further. The Primarch suspected that if the conversation went on, the Great Daemon of Slaanesh would start discussing details with him. Oh, not good. The Primarch remembered that Karas might have been tortured by Herrera in this way.

But these words did make Mortarion feel better, and he regained his original anger - he had fallen into the abyss and vowed to drag all those he despised into the abyss.

[I understand——Let’s discuss how to attract Pluto.]
He specifically mentioned "Pluto", which made both of them feel dizzy at the same time. Herrera almost fell to the ground, but she held on with a strange balance.

+The Empire will help you.+
Lorgar's voice suddenly broke in. Mortarion suspected that this mysterious bald man had been eavesdropping for a long time, but the powerful psychic energy on his body made Mortarion wary.
Now, the bald man with prayer words on his face raised his head pretentiously and looked towards the star field where Pluto and the Outers were fighting.

+He is getting stronger and stronger...+
Lorgar said softly, he felt a piercing sadness, was this the path Hades chose himself, or was it the path he had to take to protect the empire and the people? At one point, Lorgar believed that he hated the Emperor, just like forcing others to sacrifice, he was forcing a complete person to become a god step by step - and in this galaxy, a real person is far more scarce and precious than a god.

What bastards and cruel people they are, to let such a noble person fall to this level, and that person is still willing to do it.

If Hades's personal morality and character were as bad as Neos', Lorgar would not sigh like this, feel so sorry, and feel so sad.

The more he studied Pluto and the Emperor, the more biased he became and the more conflicted he became, but there was no doubt that they were both great.

Perhaps at some point Lorgar did hope that Hades would become a god - and then the galaxy would fall into true extinction, which is in line with the catastrophe in some myths, and then the true chosen one would become the true master of the galaxy.

But he couldn't do that, because Lorgar knew what Hades' true wish was. This expectation was so stubborn, so stubborn that the King of Hell had never deviated from it.

+The Empire will try to weaken Him first, and then we will release the force to attract Him, and then He will leave that battlefield and enter the real anchor point where we want Him to reach. +
[......]
[You mean you plan to shoot a sneak attack on Pluto who is currently fighting on the front line for you, so that he will find that he cannot defeat the outsiders, and then he will follow us?]
+You can understand it this way. +
Mortarion clapped his hands, and the Primarch sank back into his seat.
[This is the Empire, this is the Emperor,]
He said, covering his eyes with his hands, as if unwilling to face it.
[Anyone can sell it.]
He repeated, "Anyone can sell it."
From soldiers to kings, anyone can be abandoned as long as the deal is profitable, and anyone can sacrifice for the continuation of the race.

+You are wrong,+
Luo Jia's voice was calm and unperturbed.
+It is human beings. Human beings can abandon anyone in order to survive. Since ancient times, the greatest and most praised people are always saints who sacrificed for others and for the race. This race is like this. +
[Motarion] sneered twice and said nothing, unwilling to respond to Lorgar's words.

Luojia was silent for a moment. Angron at his feet was still struggling, but his mouth had been sealed with black thread, so he could not speak at all.

+The Emperor himself has made enough sacrifices - I believe that in his life plan, becoming the Dark Lord would definitely be at the top of the list of "things that cannot be accepted", but now he still throws himself out. +
+The final ending he wrote for himself was even to be killed by his own offspring. Only in this way could he defeat the Dark Lord without troubling Hades again. +
+This may even cause heavy casualties among his warriors - his primarchs, but he still intends to do it. I feel sorry for Guilliman, Mortarion and others. +
[…That primitive man is going to fight the Dark Lord?]
Luo Jia was stunned for a moment, then he realized who the "primitive man" was referring to.

+Yes, Mortarion and Guilliman, and possibly other Primarchs, their mission is to kill the Dark Lord and completely divide the cannibal psychic power. +
[You're saying that Mortarion will have to fight the Dark Lord, and likely die, while we guide him to the Anchor Point?]
+…Yes? +
[Okay, then I have no objection. I am very satisfied with this planned operation. Let's get ready to start now.]
Okay, that's it, why didn't you say it earlier?
He could only find some rare fun for himself in this mess where everyone was in trouble. He was just the pot calling the kettle black. But he [Motarion] would sleep in the underworld of Hades. As for another primitive man? It was hard to say. [Motarion] sincerely hoped that his other self would be killed by the Dark Lord, preferably in a miserable way and never be able to be resurrected.

If he pushed a little further, maybe he wouldn't die? Another Mortarion died, and he survived as the final winner.

Hahaha.

The huge shadow in the corner stood up, and the skinny primarch brushed off the non-existent dust on himself, with a half-dead fire burning in his eyes.

[I'm ready.]
His voice was hoarse, and dots of deep purple flames ignited around the Primarch, which were pregnant with rich Slaanesh psychic energy - [Motarion] once sold himself and his comrades for a good price, and ten thousand years later, the small treasury had already made profits to a point that others could not understand.

But this was not enough for him to break the leash of fate.

(End of this chapter)