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

As Hades recounted the existence of those warp dimensions to Mortalian, the visions Mortalian saw and the despair he sensed slowly seeped through his connection with the Death Guard.

They saw that "future".

Mortarion and the entire Deathguard, in a way, foresaw the Legion's ultimate fate.

It rots in this filth.

Some Terran veterans managed to restrain themselves, trembling as they stood still. But the Barbarus descendants who had been with Mortarion since the Barbarus liberation immediately dropped their training and rushed over recklessly.

They sensed the Primarch's despair.

"Get up! Don't kneel!"

Mortarian roared, the sound echoing through the narrow corridor.

The knees, which were kneeling, did not move an inch.

Space Marines have an inseparable spiritual connection with their Primarchs.

Especially when a Space Marine genuinely admires and loves their Primarch.

The Primarch's emotions and state are something that every Space Marine can vaguely sense.

Balasin stood at the end of the corridor like a gatekeeper. Just now, the Endurance seemed to have turned into a swamp filled with flesh and blood, with despair and pain spreading to every corner.

But the illusion quickly vanished, leaving only the indifferent walls of the Endurance.

Barasin was the first Death Guard to regain his senses, his heart filled with suffocating pain and despair.

Realizing what might happen next, Barasin immediately ordered all civilian crew members, except those in essential positions, to return to the lounge for vigilance.

He then contacted hardline veterans to take over the Death Guard's defense.

The Primarch was deeply emotional, and even some of the Terrans arrived, but they did not kneel; they merely stood at the edge, like guarding knights.

The Primarch's angry roar echoed, but no one left.

Is this a silent plea, or a desperate cry for help?

Or is it both?

The Primarch turned around instantly, slammed the interrogation room door shut, strode back to the interrogation table, sat down, and desperately covered his eyes.

Hades swallowed hard after seeing what had just happened in the corridor.

Not only the Mortalians, but also the Legions connected to the Mortalians received the visions the Primarch had just witnessed.

It seems he's gotten himself into big trouble this time.

But Hades thought, puzzled, that he couldn't recall being so careless.

No, now is not the time to doubt yourself.

"Motalian?"

Hades asked cautiously,

Motarian let out a weak groan.

He knew why his children were kneeling; they were begging him not to kneel.

Ask Him to stand up, ask Him to lead them.

He...he can't do it.

Just like that weak version of myself, thrown off a cliff by Nacre.

The sensation of the Death Guard's neck still lingered on his hand.

“Motalian, I’ll continue telling you what I know.”

Hades's untimely words rang out, urgent and earnest.

“Those beings in the subspace are not invincible; they are trapped by the laws of the subspace, and the physical world rejects their existence.”

"Compared to killing in the physical world, they are better at manipulating people's minds in the warp. As long as you maintain a firm mind and a rational head, you will not be easily swayed by warp creatures."

"Moreover, even subspace creatures that exist in the physical world can be banished back to the subspace by destroying their physical bodies."

“We can try to fight them; they are not invincible.”

Mortarian didn't move.

"What was that scene just now?"

Hades swallowed again.

"That's an illusion."

"But if we remain complacent, that is the future."

Is that so?

Mortarian, though he prided himself on being a materialist, was overwhelmed by everything that had just happened—the sudden hallucinations, the overwhelming sense of despair.

"You already knew?"

Mortarian's sudden question sent a chill down Hades' spine!

"Yes. I've seen such hallucinations too."

Mortarian glanced at Hades, then lowered his eyes again.

"Then why are you still following me, following a legion destined to be devoured?"

Hades, the comrade who finally climbed to the summit with him, if you had learned everything on the Emperor Dream, why didn't you choose to leave?

Hades remained silent.

"Because I know that the future is not predetermined, and we can still seize the present."

His firm voice rang out.

"Perhaps we are destined not to save everything, but at least we can save ourselves."

Mortarian looked up at Hades.

"So you went to a think tank, right?"

Hades remained unmoved.

"Correct."

"There's still something we can do now."

"Before everything happens."

Terra, the Royal Palace.

just.

.

Countless government documents flooded in. He sat in his wooden office chair, monitoring different data, checking numerous official documents, then classifying and packaging these complex information flows into different information packages, stamping them with his badge, and sending them out.

This was a workload that others could hardly imagine, but the old man was doing it very seriously.

however--

"boom!"

On the bookshelf behind him, a doll suddenly exploded.

The strange noise startled the old man, causing the complex and intricate flow of information to be immediately interrupted and blocked.

The doll, painted pure black, cracked.

Makado sighed.

Emperor, my master, my dearest friend, are you sure you haven't misjudged me?

This was the first time he had ever seen a legion encounter problems during its integration period.

The complex flow of information began again, and Macardo sighed once more. A special secret order was issued from the palace.

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Chapter 83 Tableside Conversation

White, blinding, cold, merciless, the lights are flashing.

The room was bright, but not warm.

Despair once permeated this place, and it still lingers here, but tiny hopes flicker slowly, supporting a faint glimmer of light.

The Primarch sat silently here, and there, beyond their sight, while his offspring cried out, without a sound.

Quiet, as always with the Death Guard.

But someone will always break the silence.

“Motalian, ever since I glimpsed those images, I have been pondering how to defy this predetermined fate and how to win the war against the warplanes.”

More than empty words of comfort, Mortarion and his legions need concrete, actionable advice.

Growing up in Barbarossa, Mortarian was always a pragmatist, not an idealist; he would seize whatever he could get his hands on, even if he loathed it.

With enough leverage, Mortarion will accept Hades' offer.

"And now, my first answer is, psionicist."

“Every human being with a soul is a conduit between the warp and the physical world. Among them, psykers are more likely to open the interface between the warp and the physical world.”

"But this does not mean that psykers are beings that need to be eliminated. We need psykers to provide early warning of the appearance of warp creatures and to judge the thickness of the barrier between the warp and the physical world."

"and,"

"We need psionicists to fight psionicists, to fight warp beings."

"Considering deployment costs, the only one who can defeat a psionicist is another psionicist."

Mortarian slowly raised his eyes, his amber pupils dimming in the white light.

"And you."

Hades paused abruptly, but quickly continued his speech.

"Untouchables are also an excellent option for combating psionics, but compared to psionics, the cost of finding and training untouchables, as well as their adaptability on the battlefield, is significantly lower."

Hades is a special mutant; not all untouchables can be transformed into Space Marines.

Moreover, the untouchable nature of the Untouchables means that they will only appear on the battlefield against psionicists or warp creatures.

Deploying them on other battlefields would not be a wise choice.

After all, untouchables can also have a negative impact on their comrades.

During the Great Expedition, the main focus was on fighting aliens and other humans. The deployment of the Untouchables was more like an investment in the future.

Mortarian stared silently at Hades, lost in thought.

"So, let's put the Untouchables aside for now. We, the Death Guard, need a psionic team. Determined psionicists are capable of resisting beings from the warp."

Mortarian's eyes still held a hint of resistance. He thought of those fools who used witchcraft, and those who used witchcraft and eventually went mad.

Moreover, their power ultimately comes from the warp.

Those chaotic, insane, and filthy things.

Hades' eyes darkened slightly.

“I know what you’re worried about, Mortalian. I’m not trying to protect psykers. In fact, as beings closer to the warp, psykers are indeed more susceptible to corruption and becoming… becoming those beings we all despise.”

"Therefore, we need to monitor and correct the existence of errors."

"This is my second answer: establish a political commissar or a priest within the Death Guard."

"You can call them whatever you want. They are not only responsible for the psychological and ideological work of the psionicists, but also for the ideological work of the entire legion."

Mortarian was clearly deep in thought. A political commissar? There had never been such a position in Barbarus, nor in other legions.

Political commissars are figures who exist within the mortal auxiliary army. Mortalian has always believed that only warriors with weak wills need such figures.

And the pastor?