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

Chapter 800 [242.] Never Acceptable

Da da da.

The door was being knocked, and shapeless darkness was leaking out from the crack in the door, squirming into the room like tiny tentacles.

[Mortarion] felt that his gaze was out of control, his stomach was churning, and his appetite, which had long disappeared after ten thousand years, was stimulated by a strange urge to vomit.

Da da da.

[Mortarion] was already surrounded, surrounded by endless darkness and Hades water, his hands were shaking constantly, out of instinct, his soul was screaming.

Screaming, trembling, hoping to escape.

He tried his best to suppress his instincts, but the spiritual energy that made up him was so agitated at this moment that it was about to break through the body of the so-called "Motarion" and flee in all directions.

[Mortarion] was clearly aware that if he tried his best, he could fight that being, but he also knew so clearly that he did not want to fight such a being... Even if he just took a look at it, he would feel his eyes burning.

Is this... Pluto?

[Mortarion] trembled, almost nailed to the spot by fear and instinct. In the world he lived in, there had never been such a terrifying and strange thing in the world - this was something he had never seen before.

Or maybe he had seen it, but at that time this overwhelming darkness had not yet taken shape.

Bang bang bang!
The being outside the door began to get impatient. The door was knocked roughly. Mortarion heard something in his ears, but the huge tinnitus and psychic screams obscured the words.

He watched in horror as the door was on the verge of breaking through under the enormous force.

"Is anyone there? Excuse me, I'm coming in then?"

squeak-

The door opened, and Hades poked his head in like a thief. He didn't understand why Mortarion didn't respond to him, as the black domain clearly showed that the Primarch was in the room.

Hades's eyes first swept to the single sofa in the center of the room. The sofa was empty, but the slowly rebounding fabric told others that it had just been here.

Where have the people gone?
Hades felt a little confused. He glanced around the room and then saw Mortarion standing upright in the corner farthest from him. Mortarion had his back to the door and his head buried in the corner.

Hades could only see his back, wearing a dull bone-white helmet.

???

Hades didn't understand.

Hades was shocked.

Was this the etiquette in the fate line? Or some strange custom? Hades was confused for a moment. He could only stare at Mortarion in the corner while opening the door and walking in.

"Since you didn't deny it, I'll come in."

Hades said, closing the door with his backhand. The moment the door was closed, he clearly saw Mortarion in the corner startled again.

Uh.

Hades realized that it might be his own existence? Psionic creatures who had never seen the Black Domain would indeed react the first time they saw his essence, which was normal.

Once upon a time, a Nurgling who had seen Hades screamed and exploded and died at the first moment, just like a potato that was fermented to the point of exploding.

Hades was very satisfied with his suppression of the opposing Primarch, but he couldn't negotiate with him. Hades still hoped that he could dig out some useful information from the opposing Primarch.

So Hades stood on the porch and spoke as clearly as he could.
"Since you didn't expel me, it proves that you also want to talk - then I suggest switching to a purely physical form now, which will at least make you feel better."

Together with the black crown given by Trazyn, Hades has suppressed the black domain to its smallest range.

After the words were spoken, the room fell silent again and the situation came to a standstill.

This made it difficult for Hades to deal with it, but fortunately, Mortarion, who was breathing heavily in the corner of the room, finally responded.

[Sorry, give me some time to adjust to the world...]
What the hell!

Hades thought, a [Mortarion] who can say sorry! This is definitely a rare species, the heterochromatic old Mortarion.

Could it be... Could it be that the different destiny lines add politeness?

"Sure, I can wait."

Hades said as he walked cautiously to the sofa opposite the single sofa and sat down. Guilliman must have thought of the scene of conversation between the Primarchs, so there were two single sofas of the same size as the Primarchs.

Hades looked at the snacks on the coffee table. They were still prepared by Guilliman, and Mortarion had not touched them at all.

So Hades started picking up automatically.

Hades looked around the room while eating. That [Mortarion] did not leave any traces of himself in the house, which meant that Hades could not obtain much information.

Hades only knew that he was facing the chief of heretics...which meant that this [Mortarion] was extremely dangerous, and he'd better not take it lightly.

But... now [Mortarion] is still breathing with his back to Hades.

Hades showed a helpless expression, and he started to wait quickly!

………………

Breathe… take a deep breath… you can do this…

Mortarion felt his heart pounding, and he didn't know whether it was from fear, excitement, or both.

He didn't need to look back, the existence in his spiritual vision was right behind him, and the chaotic and foolish darkness was dripping onto the floor with drops of liquid strong enough to penetrate any psychic creature.

But if he looked back, what would he see?
Will he see Hades? Or another being?
Is it the Hades he remembers, or a horrible monster?

Mortarion took a deep breath, and nervously wanted to inhale the poison gas again, but he couldn't do it now - turning his back to the guests was already rude enough.

If he had instigated other primarch brothers before, this action would have caused his plan to fail long ago.

But he just - he just - did it subconsciously, without thinking, and jumped to the corner farthest from him at the moment before Hades opened the door.

He is still afraid.

Do not……

[Mortarion] thought, you must face it and cannot escape. This is the situation he has been waiting for for ten thousand years - you must not lose this precious opportunity because of your own cowardice.

There is only one chance, and if he does not seize it, then Mortarion will fall back into the situation controlled by Guilliman.

Take a deep breath, take another deep breath...

After taking the seventh deep breath, as if he had made some kind of determination, Mortarion in the corner finally took action.

Slowly, almost comically slowly, he turned around.

Hades stood up, holding a snack in one hand, and turned to look at Mortarion with interest.

Hades' eyes suddenly opened wide. What did he see? !

Oh my god, is this still Mortarion?

Hades saw a... uh... thin Mortarion, but not as thin and out of shape as Mortarion. Moreover, this Mortarion had no wrinkles on his face, which was as smooth as a waxed marble floor.
He was not wearing a mask, thus revealing his nose which was higher than that of most other Primarchs - the nose of Mortarion in Hades was too high and too arched, a huge hooked nose.

Obviously not as handsome as this [Mortarion].

This Mortarion obviously takes care of himself, and his hair is smooth and not frizzy. Even Hades once complained that Mortarion in this world line has messy hair like a mop.

But what puzzled Hades the most was,
[Mortarion] had his eyes closed at the moment, his long eyelashes trembling as his eyeballs twitched, and under the corner of his eye, he had a black teardrop tattooed in a very fashionable way.

Why doesn't he open his eyes?
Hades was full of questions.
"Are you ok?"

He said, realizing that he seemed a little too exciting for the Warp creature that had never seen him before.

"If you still can't accept anti-psychic power - then I'll come next time."

Hades said that he could see that almost every muscle and soul of Mortarion was resisting his arrival.

Are we going to return empty-handed?

Hades thought that Mortarion's reaction did not seem like he could communicate, so he cleared the last smiley-face cookie from the plate, clapped his hands, and stood up to leave.

"Then I won't bother you—"

[Don't go.]
Mortarion interrupted Hades hastily, and then, as if he had made a great decision, he began to slowly move his feet towards Hades' position -

[Mortarion] turned his head away from Hades, as if it would be okay if he didn't look at him.

...?
Even Hades felt that this scene was a little too funny. Unlike the handsome and well-dressed appearance of the Primarch, Mortarion now acted like a child.

Perhaps it takes great courage to face Pluto directly.

The more immersed one is in psychic energy, the stronger the negative effects will be when facing Hades.

What's more, Mortarion didn't know whether Hades would attack him directly.

Then he just wants to communicate.

Hades thought that it was obvious that Guilliman was right. Hades saw the psychic shackles around Mortarion's neck... It seemed to be a mixture of the Emperor's psychic energy and Tzeentch's psychic energy... What exactly happened in the opposite timeline?
Hades sat down again and naturally asked the robot servant to push another food cart over.

Then he admired Mortarion's moving performance - this scene was not common, at least Mortarion on his side usually didn't act so stupidly.

Finally, a minute later, the tenacious [Mortarion] arrived at his armchair.

His face finally turned towards Hades, but he still didn't open his eyes.

Hades waited patiently. In 27 seconds, the new food cart would be pushed over.

[I have a question.]
Mortarion tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, but he knew there was a distinct tremor in his voice. It was over, it was all over.

He knew very well how ridiculous his actions were, but it took great courage to be alone in a room with such a being.

He could easily shoot at that being, screaming, or run away like a fugitive.
But it was even more difficult to stay rational and sit down and talk to him.

"You ask."

[Motarion] has adapted to the low psychic energy environment here. He tried his best to stick to the dimension of the physical world and finally heard Pluto's words clearly.

This was Hades' voice more hoarse, deeper, and steadier than the one he remembered... colder and contained murderous intent.

Murderous intent... yes, murderous intent. Mortarion clearly heard this feeling. That existence had killed at least countless creatures in the Warp, so that his voice subconsciously contained murderous intent towards psychic creatures.

He shrank even more from this.

[You are... Pluto? ]
The High Gothic word "Pluto" carries magical power. From a psychic perspective, Mortarion clearly saw that after he uttered the word, a trace of his soul firework fell into the black hole, causing the black hole to become active for a moment.

Such a restrained existence of the Warp... This is the treasure bestowed by fate to this branch.

"Yes, I am."

[Then Pluto... is it Hades?]
Mortarion's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, I am Hades."

[The one from Barbarus?]
"Barbarus's - is there another landing point in the other destiny line? Then I hope it is Macragge."

The voice on the other end contained a hint of laughter.

[It can’t be Macragge!!!]
Mortarion roared, angrily retorting subconsciously, how could it be Macragge——??? No matter how despicable Hades was, he would never choose to be Guilliman's subordinate!

But then, [Mortarion] found that his subconscious rebuttal had made him open his eyes, and he had already seen it. [Mortarion] took a step back suddenly, almost tripped by the single sofa behind him, and fell backwards.

[Mortarion] suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the dark shadow was reflected in his eyes filled with chaotic light.

He saw...

A completely different Hades.

A Hades who did survive to adulthood.

A Hades transformed into... a Primarch?
[Mortarion] saw a real god of death, completely different from the immature Hades in Barbarus. The existence in front of him seemed to have just come off the battlefield. Even though Hades was not wearing armor, the unique coldness of metal was still in front of him.

Mortarion's pupils suddenly shrank.

He saw that the left half of Hades' face was replaced by a strange and hideous metal mask, with a cold light flashing in his red eyes. A scar ran through most of his face, leaving a deep scar.

But apart from that, the undamaged right half... was extremely similar to the Hades that Mortarion imagined, but more mature and calm than he imagined.

This Hades...what on earth did he go through to become what he is today?

And now, Hades was looking at him with a smile.

"You finally opened your eyes? How is it? Can you see me? Or is it still the darkness of the psychic perspective?"

Hades pointed at himself casually, then stood up and looked sideways at the door.

"Ah, the dining car is here - do you mind if we eat and chat? I'm quite hungry now."

[......]
[Mortarion] shook his head voicelessly, and then saw Hades walking over to greet the dining car.

The Primarch fell on the sofa in despair. The words and lies he had thought about for a long time were completely shattered in front of Hades and rolled on the ground.

He thought hard for so long, simulated countless conversations and confrontations...but he completely forgot Hades' best skill.

……sincere.

(End of this chapter)