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

Chapter 796 [238.] Best Support

The door was gently closed.

The house was as quiet as winter.

[So...what exactly is going on? ]

The silence in the room was carefully broken by Magnus. The Red King did not know about the other thread of fate, otherwise he would have screamed -

Cursing Neos for being an inhuman person.

【Oh,】

Mortarion sneered, and the mist surrounding him gradually faded.

【But the struggle of the losers...they are doomed to perish.】

【so,】

Sanguinius said gently, looking towards Mortarion thoughtfully.

[Will you tell Hades what Mortarion just said? ]

【Won't. 】

Death said firmly, unable to stop the sneer on his face, and crossed his arms.

[I don't have the function of delivering nonsense yet. ]

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Mortarion nodded to the Ultramarines who were leading the way for him, and the Primarch's politeness almost made the Ultramarines take a step back in astonishment.

The Space Marine saluted hastily and left.

[Mortarion] watched Guilliman's offspring go away... It was so rare. It was the first time he saw such a gentle and humble Ultramarines.

The people here... are so blessed to be living under Guilliman.

[Mortarion] thought lightly. He could feel that Guilliman and Mortarion's psychic powers were always monitoring him. It didn't matter. He took the initiative to suggest staying on the Macragge's Glory just to reduce their suspicion.

And over there... the [Ultramarines] over there could never be as polite as those over here, [Mortarion] thought thoughtfully.

In order to inspire the fighting spirit and bloodiness of his offspring and at the same time ensure the efficient operation of the empire, in the years without war, Robert Guilliman implemented the last-in-first-out system within the Ultramarines.

Literally, last-place elimination.

When an Extreme Warrior is trained by the Legion to be able to go to the battlefield and the workplace, he begins to face purgatory.

If an Ultramarines' performance is ranked last in the weekly report for a whole month, he will be hanged in public, and his soul will be taken away by Robert Guilliman, torn into pieces and thrown into a demon engine.

His office pen and battle sword would be given to the fourth from the bottom and the fifth from the bottom as a warning to others.

The second to last and the third to last will have a bloody battle, and the one who survives will have his soul taken away by Guilliman and thrown into the arena in his collection.

The souls of all the Ultramarines who are not good at government affairs but have won in bloodshed are there, and they will continue to fight until the strongest one is decided every hundred years.

Afterwards, Robert will grant him a new demonic body, and he will become a member of Robert Guilliman's Glory Guard.

Of course, the soul of the guy who failed in the initial blood-killing was still thrown into the devil's engine and turned into fuel.

So in reality, at least two people died every month in each administrative area under the jurisdiction of the Ultramarines. During the long years without war, it is very likely that the Ultramarines killed by the Ultramarines themselves accounted for a large proportion of the death toll.

This also successfully ensured the bloodiness and intrigue within the Ultramarines -

On the premise of not wasting an entire quarter's output of the administrative district, Robert Guilliman welcomes all battles within the Ultramarines, whether they be silent or carried out in secret.

In fact, in the years without war, most legions would have their own ways to maintain the fighting spirit of the soldiers, most of which would inevitably involve bloodshed.

Perhaps only that "kind" fellow Angron would not let his offspring die. Even the Swamp Dragon Vulkan would make his useless offspring become Nurgle eggs in the garden...

In fact, Mortarion believed that the World Eaters were the Legion whose combat effectiveness was declining the fastest.

But this is what Mortarion thinks after all. Without war, who knows whether those guys who are staggering around after drinking, taking drugs, and messing around can really not hold the gun anymore.

I don't know if Angron in this world is as bad as Angron in his world.

Mortarion could not bear the sight of two such men, Angron, staring at his crotch with such interest, his eyes flickering between his face and his crotch.

He refused.

[Mortarion] took another deep breath, and after the Ultramarines' footsteps had receded, he reached out and opened the door.

Mortarion was stunned for a moment.

It was obvious that Guilliman had decorated this room in the style of the Death Guard of this world. Dull green and bone white were the main colors of the room, and there was no silk or satin, only cotton and linen.

Very...very simple.

Mortarion looked around and walked in, closing the door gently. What surprised him was that he did not reject this style.

Although he usually kept some shiny decorations in his room, all the Primarchs knew that Mortarion preferred more flamboyant decorations, like the ghostly mask he wore.

The style here is just like that of Mortarion...

[Mortarion] couldn't help but think, and his thoughts once again uncontrollably slid towards the self he had just seen, so ostentatious, so unruly, and so dissolute.

But behind the scenes, he is a simple guy?

Mortarion felt a myriad of thoughts stirring in his mind. He sat down on the moss-green linen sofa, feeling a little awkward, as if the whole world was pressing down on him.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out to take out the ghost mask and inhale the mist, but then he realized that he was on someone else's territory, so Mortarion had to forcibly restrain his action.

Mortarion forced himself to stand up again and walked around the room. Finally, he found the only decoration in the room, a small black stone sculpture of Pluto.

He picked up the little thing and felt that the place where he touched it was burning, as if it was corroded by a highly corrosive liquid.

The pain sobered Mortarion up a little, and allowed him to face his own heart.

envious.

Hey.

anger.

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Mortarion couldn't imagine his other self being a fucking gigolo.

The first time he saw that guy, Mortarion felt so sick that he almost vomited.

What did he see?
His own self without the mask, the polite, gentle one—damn it! What a fucking damn thing!

Can an environment like that of Babarus breed gentle and polite people?! The Babarus people there would just grab a handful of dirt from the ground to wipe their butts and then go straight to eat - the swear words and greetings were authentic.

Mortarion couldn't imagine how others would react when they saw that version of himself.

Karas would definitely burst out laughing after a moment of stunned silence, laughing so hard that he would fall backwards, grabbing Mortarion's wings and shaking them while laughing, forcing Mortarion to look at himself.

And Hades? Mortarion suddenly remembered something unpleasant in his mind. He recalled the scene when Hades first met Horus. The Primarch clearly realized that this kid was obsessed with looks - otherwise why would he mention Guilliman or the Emperor again and again?

A pretty little face, regardless of gender, will be popular in human society.

Thinking of this, Mortarion snorted with a breath from his nose.

Obviously, that was the truth. Mortarion on the other side was a weakling. He surrendered to the entire human society and was subjugated, instead of showing his true self.

Because the entire society and the empire did not accept his truth.

It’s different with Mortarion. He will beat anyone who doesn’t accept him until they accept him.

In the face of visible power, Mortarion will make sure everyone keeps their mouths shut.

Of course, even if they feared him, terrified him, and spread rumors behind his back, Mortarion didn't care.

This is the power of Mortarion.

And that [Mortarion]... was just a pathetic and pitiful slave, trying to infect the loser who was truly victorious.

Mortarion believed that he would never show mercy when he swung his scythe, and he would kill himself cleanly and neatly, and then fate would collapse, and only Mortarion would exist forever and live.

【…】

There was a sound of electricity in the channel, and Guilliman's helpless voice came.
[I suggest you go to the front line. Mortarion and Conrad need support. I know you are worried about Hades, but the front line is still fighting. While the Storm King is intervening in the battlefield, I hope you can help Conrad and the others. This is crucial. We need to reduce the casualties as much as possible.]

The Grim Reaper standing guard in front of Pluto's bed was silent for a moment.

【Then you come and watch. 】

The God of Death made a request that was almost rude under normal circumstances, but Guilliman agreed to it almost quickly.

[In five minutes, my desk and I will appear beside Hades' bed on time, and Trazyn will come later.]

【Don't let that imposter get close to Pluto. 】

[I know - his activity area is limited to the part farthest from Hades, Mortarion, I know what you are worried about, I am as worried as you are.]

【…】

When can he leave?

Across the channel, Guilliman sighed.

[Not within three days at least. The opposing empire will send out troops in a week. Before then, I think he will stay there.]

This was also a sign of weakness. If Mortarion did not stay on Macragge's Glory, Guilliman would not have allowed him to run around in the Empire.

Guilliman was tensely silent, save for a snort from Mortarion.

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Necrons, old General Xandrek is playing dumb.

Obilon stood uneasily behind the old general with his hands behind his back. He was so aware that Zandrek was playing dumb, because this was different from how Zandrek usually behaved when he was sick.

But perhaps only Obilon, who follows the old general day and night, can see the subtle difference between them.

Opposite the Crowned General, the projection of the Storm King was roaring. The signal was not very good. The scarlet green particle stream was shaking wildly beside the image of the Storm King, as if it was frightened.

In fact, it was because of the attack by the Silent King that the signal used by the Storm King to contact them became worse.

"…Why would you rashly launch an attack—?!!! Zandrek—you, a plasma hunter—the information capacity of a ghost worker scarab is greater than yours."

"What on earth are you thinking?!!!"

"Attacking the C'tan is the mission of every Necrontyr. Under the leadership of the noble Szahrak, the last and greatest of the Silent Kings, the Necrontyr will be revived."

"In your name, I will crush every Star God, even though the cancer in my waist has spread. I think I have some infection in my lungs recently. Cough cough - cough cough cough!"

If it was still a Necron, Obiron thought his expression would be very interesting now. Fortunately, it is now a Necron and can control its expression well.

It saw the image of the Storm King suddenly turn around and roar angrily as if to vent its anger, as if it wanted to stretch out the scepter in its hand and hit the Crowned General on the head.

After a brief moment of catharsis, the Storm King turned around again and faced a lunatic and his loyal guards.

"I should have listened to their advice... and dismissed you... You are indeed crazy, completely crazy."

Obiron realized it was his turn, and as a loyal guard, he stepped forward and knelt down before the Storm King with a bang.

"My great lord, for the merits that the Crowned General Zandrick has achieved for you before, please spare its life.

It was the subordinates who failed to report the general's physical condition in time. After being injured by the French Emperor Nice in the last battle, the general has been a little confused and can't tell the time he is in. "

"If you punish, please punish Obiron."

Obilon lowered his head deeply, and the old general beside him hurried over to pull him, grabbing the guard's arm which was twice as thick as the crowned general's.

"Are you crazy, Obiron? Why should I punish you? Didn't we win? Get up now."

Obiron heard a heavy sigh from the other side.

"Just this once,"

The Storm King said coldly that the signal was getting worse. Obilon guessed that the Storm King had arrived at the front line, where the armies of the two great dynasties were fighting.

It was because of the old general's order to attack that the last bit of decency between the two French emperors was torn apart. The long-standing resentment could no longer be tolerated by the King of Silence.

All the temptations made by the Storm King before had already become the straw that broke the camel's back, with only the last straw missing.

Zandrick handed over the last blade of grass.

Obiron felt uneasy in his heart. In fact, not long ago, Trazyn had secretly found it, hoping that it would provoke a war between the two dynasties.

If Obiron did not take action, Trazyn would pretend to be the Storm King's man and take action himself - but at that time he would most likely face the fate of being strangled by the Silent King and the Storm King.

Therefore, it would be best for Obiron, who is a subordinate of the Storm King, to do this matter.

However, Obilon hesitated at the critical moment - his eyes were erratic, and he remembered the old general's seemingly true words at the last moment.

It was the old general who completed the Endless' mission.

Thus began the war, giving the Imperium of Man a precious, brief respite.

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[Mortarion is coming? 】

Conrad spoke to himself, his armor covered with burn marks. Gauss rays weakened by the psychic shield hit the armor, causing these strangely patterned bullet marks.

【Then what are these... all about? 】

The Primarch looked into the distance. Originally, there was a garrison of a small dynasty stationed there, but now, between the towering buildings, countless corpses of Necrons were hung high up, and drops of liquid that smelled like rust were dripping from the feet of those corpses that were pierced and hung high in the air.

The shrike began to cry out because of this.

(End of this chapter)