Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Although this involves interfering in the internal affairs of a civilization, Kassar has decided to discard all these principles in the Warhammer universe.

"...if you'd like."

A clear look of respect appeared in Konrad Coates' eyes, and he asked, "Could you tell me your name?"

"Kasa".

"Kasa?"

Conrad Coz was filled with respect and awe.

"I understand, Instructor Kassa!"

Chapter 2: Warhammer Edition Silver Cross, Death Guard

Barbarossa.

A world filled with poisonous gas and toxic fog.

Here, humans are never the masters of the planet, but rather blood bags, slaves, servants, and lambs to the slaughter.

Mortarion, stumbling Mortarion, was tall and mighty, possessing the superhuman physique shared by the Primarchs, but like his brother Coz, he was also pale-faced.

Motalian looked even more pitiful because not only did he not receive sunlight, but the poisonous gas of Barbarus was far more potent than that of Koz's home planet. He also had a subtle odor emanating from his body from living in the poisonous fog for many years.

Mortarian is running.

Since arriving in this world, he has been discovered and adopted by the most powerful warlord on the planet. Before that, he always thought he was the warlord's son.

but it is not the truth.

That warlord—or rather, all the warlords and rulers in this world—are all kinds of hideous aliens, and while being aliens, they are also terrifying psionic wizards.

As for Mortarion, he was human, a fact he only realized a few days ago, after witnessing countless humans being slaughtered, captured, and enslaved and manipulated at will.

Compared to his alien adoptive father, he clearly looked more like a human, and he knew from the bottom of his heart that he was human.

Mortarian hates.

He always believed that he was his adoptive father's child, so no matter how he was manipulated and treated, no matter how he was punished for no reason, no matter how many times he was thrown into the poisonous fog that nearly suffocated him to death, he still had some feelings for his adoptive father.

Now, he finally understands.

Really. Kaka

Its adoptive father took it in because of its superhuman talent, and it felt that one day it would become a stronger being than itself and become the new master of Barbarus. So it was constantly torn between two conflicting thoughts.

It felt it was a waste to kill such a talented and powerful person when he was still weak, and at the same time it was extremely wary of Mortarion. Therefore, it had murderous intent many times and really wanted to kill this human adopted son.

It's just that Mortarion is too resilient, always managing to climb back from the brink of death, which makes it feel even more regretful, so it has temporarily stopped attacking.

The so-called father-son relationship, the so-called fatherly love, has never existed.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you, you old dog! One day, I'll definitely kill you!"

Mortarian fled menacingly and unsteadily from the high mountains where the warlords were located, heading towards the human settlements, where he would find his true home, muttering grand ambitions under his breath.

Although he wanted to do it right now, he knew his own limitations; he had not yet reached his peak and was no match for his adoptive father.

Mortarian vowed to make his adoptive father, who had oppressed his true brethren, pay the price, but his voice was soft, while a deafening roar of killing echoed from nearby.

"!"

Motalian was startled, thinking that the army his adoptive father had sent to hunt him down had caught up. He hurriedly concealed himself and moved closer to observe.

He saw it; it wasn't the army his adoptive father had sent to hunt him down, but rather a group of aliens that routinely captured and killed humans, chasing after hundreds of pitiful, innocent people who were wailing and screaming in agony.

What did people do wrong? They just wanted to live!

Mortarian's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He held a massive two-handed scythe in his hand, his weapon, which gave him the ability to kill the aliens, especially the alien legion known as the 'Undead'.

But that would have been during his prime.

To emphasize his adoptive father's castle, he's not in the best condition right now. Killing a few aliens is no problem, but fighting so many aliens at the same time is not a good chance of winning.

Mortarian took a deep breath. From the moment he escaped his adoptive father, he had decided that he would live a different life. He would be fearless, charge forward, protect his people, and kill!

Mortarian's foot unleashed tremendous explosive power.

But he was still a step too slow; the undead army's weapons were less than half a meter away from the people, and he couldn't catch up.

He couldn't catch up, but someone else did.

"Splash—"

Mortalian saw it. There was no showing off. His posture was natural, his gaze was equal and righteous, his aura was powerful and reliable. Although there were no special effects, at first glance he would be much more ordinary than any of those flashy, pretentious big guys. But that was his idol.

He understood at a glance.

The man who assessed the situation the instant he appeared, killed all the aliens in a mere second, and comforted the weeping and wailing people—that was his idol.

Although that is not a realm that humans can reach, so the other party may not be human, but some kind of more perfect and advanced existence, but in any case, at least the other party is not a despicable alien that persecutes fellow humans.

The aura, personality, momentum, and power he sensed from the other person made it crystal clear to him that reaching that level was an unattainable dream. However, if he could become the other person's disciple, he would have no regrets in this life!

Just having such a goal is already enough; it will surely bring about a complete transformation in humanity, a true rebirth from the ashes!

"Master, please accept me as your disciple!"

Mortarian rushed out, shouting excitedly, and knelt on the ground to show his sincerity—this was not the humility of a subordinate, but rather a sign of respect for his master and the importance of honoring one's teacher; he hoped to demonstrate his sincerity.

"Hmm? Get up quickly. You don't need to do this to become an apprentice."

With a flick of his wrist, Kasa forced Mortarian to his feet.

Looking at the child whose face was even paler than Coz's, he couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

If we were to say which of the twenty Primarchs has the harshest environment, then the worlds of Angron and Mortalion would definitely be the worst, and the treatment they receive would be extremely tragic.

There was no need to use Ultraman's power to analyze the hidden injuries in Mortalian's body. Just looking at the various residual wounds on his surface, as well as his body and breathing method that had been completely modified by the poisonous fog, it was clear how much Mortalian's alien adoptive father in this world had tortured him to death.

This explains why, in the original history, Mortarion was so resentful that his adoptive father's head was taken by Neos.

Anyone would want to take revenge on such a despicable adoptive father.

But Mortarian failed to understand one thing: even if he couldn't personally behead his adoptive father, it was still a good thing, because it meant that someone was helping him, that he wasn't alone, and that was something to be happy about.

Fortunately, it's not too late now, and it won't be difficult to guide Mortalian's thinking towards the right, positive mindset.

It's at least simpler than Coz's side.

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Kassa will never forget that, with him as the leader and Koz as his assistant, the two of them overthrew Nostramore together. Because they encountered too many vicious evils, Koz sometimes couldn't help but want to let fear be the sole and complete driving force.

Kurtz's true nature is that of a Batman with no bottom line.

Fortunately, Kasa lived up to his mentor's name, repeatedly persuading Koz to come back with reason, theory, and objective facts.

He didn't find it troublesome or impatient that Coz sometimes stubbornly wanted to go back to the path of fear; on the contrary, he thought it was a good thing.

Because in this way, the hidden mines all exploded while he was there, and he was able to defuse them in a timely manner, which would strengthen Koz's determination to move forward on his own after he left.

A true strongman will never step on the same landmine twice, and Conrad Coz is undoubtedly an absolute strongman!

He believed in Coz.

But Mortalian is different. Whether you look at the Mortalian recorded in the 40th century or see the Mortalian in person, in terms of willpower, this child cannot compare with Koz.

Koz only needed a guiding light, while Mortarian needed a mentor who was also a friend and a father figure; he craved all of these.

This is why, in the original history, Mortalian was so biased towards Typhon, because Typhon was both his first friend and the best friend he truly recognized. Typhon had met his needs, so he would unconditionally place Typhon above himself.

This also reflects Mortarion's childlike and naive nature.

Valuing friendship is a good thing, but we must never let friendship blind us to the point that we tolerate whatever our friends do. Otherwise, the friendship itself will have already been corrupted.

Kassa looked at Typhon—or rather, Typhon, the current commander of the Death Guard Company who hadn't changed his name yet. He was a hybrid psychic born from an alien raping a human woman, and he happened to be among this disheveled group.

It is clear that Typhon is one of Nurgle's backup plans, just like Mortalian's foster father.

The difference is that Typhon was corrupted later and is currently just a pawn, not yet connected to Chaos, while Mortarion's adoptive father has long been a believer in Nurgle.

Therefore, the latter must be killed, while the former still has a chance to be saved.

"Motalian, if you want to become my disciple, you need to do three things for me. Can you do them?"

Kasa turned his gaze away from Typhon. During his stay in Barbarus, he would also educate Typhon and the other children there.

But before that, he needed to correct Mortarian, so he made a request.

Upon hearing this, Motarian immediately and excitedly agreed: "Don't mention three items, even three hundred, I'll listen to you!"

"We don't need that many."

Kasa chuckled, looking at this promising talent who was even more childlike than Angron, Perturabo, and Koz, and said solemnly, "Don't force yourself to agree just to become his disciple. Think it over carefully. The first thing I need you to do is to discard the aura on your body. Can you do that?"

"what?"

Motalian was taken aback, and dismissed his own aura.

He was aware of the persistent stench emanating from him, having grown up surrounded by high concentrations of toxic fumes. He had never felt ashamed of it before, but at this moment, Mortarian's heart sank.

Are you disgusted with me?

"I will not despise anyone whose personality is not evil."

Kassa wasn't one to mince words; he explained the reason for the request directly: "Perhaps you're used to these smells and consider them part of you, but I'm telling you, Mortarian, everyone should respect others."

“One day, you will come into contact with people outside of Barbarossa, and you will have brothers scattered in different worlds who cannot stand these smells and find them unbearable. What will you do then? Will you break off your friendship with your brothers because of a smell?”

“If you can’t even stand my smell, then I don’t consider them brothers!” Mortarian retorted. “It’s my nature. Since I should respect them, why can’t they respect me?”

"Yes, Mortarian, but things are different."

Kasa said, “If you can’t change your scent, I would expect others to respect it when interacting with you, but these scents can be removed. Perhaps you could try that first, and this also relates to my second point about you.”

“What is the second requirement?” Mortarian asked.

"I hope that you, and the legion and your men that you will lead in the future, can become a medical legion that saves lives and heals the wounded."

Kasa envisioned a beautiful picture: "Barbarus is a naturally toxic gas planet, and the people living here are inevitably exposed to the gas, which is also proof that they have developed resistance to the toxicity."

"But think about it, if the smell on their bodies is permanently eliminated after this, it proves that their medical skills have overwhelmed these poisonous gases and fogs, and it is proof of their superb medical skills. With this foundation, no matter what new plagues and diseases they encounter in the future, they can tenaciously defeat them."