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

Chapter 806 [248.] Who is the bad guy?

[Mortarion...]
On the throne, Guilliman's fingertips rested on the tiny chess piece. In the eyes of the chief rebel who was burned black by the chaos, the three kinds of light and fire from Chaos never went out.

[Who do you want to see?]
Guilliman muttered to himself, and the countless data lines on the crown flashed, continuing to transmit orders to the entire empire.

[What exactly is your goal...?]
With a raised tone, Guilliman smiled, and he remembered the look Mortarion gave him every time.

It was a wild dog that could never be tamed, no matter how he tamed it with sticks or tempted it with raw meat. He combed every inch of its fur and decorated it with gold and silk to make it look like the real thing.

But it can never hide the ambition and madness behind the glamour.

[Mortarion] Ah... [Mortarion]...

Guilliman sat up straight. It was time to show him what the First Traitor desired.

Guilliman sighed softly. None of his brothers were capable of taking on the responsibility. Their personalities were too twisted, and their goals were too extreme.

And no one has ever regarded the entire empire as his mission like he did.

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"Woc, are you okay, Lao Mo?"

Hades said, he urgently checked Mortarion's soul with the Black Domain -

Mortarion's entire face was twisted as if he had eaten shit, but his soul did not really escape the inspection of the Black Realm.

Fortunately... Hades thought to himself, there was no actual damage, no curse or anything, and maybe it was not even as great as the mental damage caused to Mortarion by the loss of his Black Domain.

"Okay, it's okay."

Hades took back the Black Domain, and Mortarion visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Guilliman beside them also visibly relaxed.

"What did he say to you? You two started arguing within 30 seconds of me leaving."

Mortarion felt angry and depressed. He was distressed that he was at a disadvantage in the confrontation.

He obviously couldn't accept this, and accept the fact that the opponent's combat power might be higher than his.

【threaten……】

Mortarion said hoarsely. He chewed on the words of Mortarion carefully. Deep in his heart, he had never known the goal of his other self so clearly.

Intuition, similar souls, similar jealousy and anger made it easy for Mortarion to find the answer.

That [Mortarion]'s goal was never to help another empire restore and win or anything like that.

The real goal of that Mortarion is to "replace", to replace this Mortarion and leave himself in a glorious and future-filled destiny.

This is the real goal of the first rebel.

A despicable thief - a clown who cannot face his reality, a coward who only wants to escape and struggle with the past.

Mortarion thought that this was the ugly self he was, and he despised himself so much.

And he would never let his other self get his wish.

Mortarion didn't yet know how his other self intended to "replace" him, but no matter what, he would crush his plan.

Mortarion blinked, briefly pulling himself out of his thoughts. He looked at Hades and Guilliman, who were looking at him with confusion and worry.

In this matter, Mortarion knew very well that Hades would help him unconditionally, there was no doubt about it.

But he didn't want to reveal his other goal for the time being - this would lead to misjudgment. Although Mortarion believed in Hades, it was hard to say for Guilliman.

Politicians are all like this, smooth, sweet-talking and confidant in heart. If Guilliman knew the goal of Mortarion on the opposite side, he would definitely say something like "We can win over Mortarion for the time being".

This possibility must never happen.

Mortarion would never allow this temporary surrender to occur, even though the two empires were now in a state of vague cooperation.

But this does not mean that they need to cooperate with that [Mortarion].

And once Guilliman had this idea, this stupid blue guy would definitely persuade Hades, and then the worst scene would appear.

Replace Guilliman with the Emperor, and the character will make similar choices.

Mortarion knew that the path chosen by Guilliman would generally be the path with the highest chance of success, but this was something Mortarion would not allow. The risks and threats involved were unbearable for him.

He thought that Karas would not allow Hades to call a bastard like Karas a good brother. It was like shouting at a dog, "This is the Wolf King." It would simply tarnish their personalities.

【Threatening... intimidating... He briefly bared his fangs, the nature of chaos burning in his soul.】

Mortarion spoke slowly, considering his words.
[I can feel that he is planning something - it is probably not a good thing, at least not something that is beneficial to us.]

【Why did he do that? 】

Guilliman asked.

[…Because of me.]

Mortarion looked at Guilliman, damned blue man,
【Wouldn't you feel angry when you saw the other you? 】

Guilliman's expression was briefly stunned for a moment, as if he was recalling his meeting with that [Guilliman]. Finally, Guilliman fell silent, revealing a rare gloomy expression.

【I……】

Guilliman opened his mouth, his expression grim.

【I know what you are thinking...Brother, I think I support your point of view.】

"Wait, what happened again?"

Hades, who was not aware of the situation, looked confused. Mortarion thought that Hades would be the kind of person who would have a good chat with his other self and even play a game with him - so Hades would never be able to understand them.

Primarchs are always proud and they firmly believe that they are unique individuals. In some ways, some Primarchs even suffer a brief collapse after learning that they have brothers.

Therefore, a person who is similar to oneself is absolutely intolerable.

Mortarion looked up at Guilliman, thanking him for reaching a consensus with him on this matter - Guilliman on their side would indeed be better in this regard.

He decided to ask Guilliman why he kept pestering Hades and promote Macragge to Hades later, at least until Guilliman was done with his current work.

【in short,】

Guilliman looked at Hades and decided that he would come.
[We cannot adapt to the existence of a soul that is similar to ourselves but has fallen into chaos. We will subconsciously feel pain and anger - I think there may be the influence of the subspace during this period. ]

Hardy paused for a moment, then revealed an expression of sudden realization.

"I see!"

Ahahaha, he couldn't figure out the things about the Warp. Hades glanced at Mortarion.

"But you should come with me to meet that Mortarion next time, otherwise you two will fight again - I think at least both sides should exercise restraint now?"

Mortarion said nothing, but just exhaled a breath of poisonous gas.

He also hopes to give that self a warning next time... He wants to get back at the opponent.

He hoped that the first rebel understood why Mortarion was so successful now, because of his own strength and tenacity - in those chaotic ten thousand years, in some ways, Mortarion truly carried the entire empire on his shoulders.

He personally swung his scythe at Nurgle - rather than be content to be a slave to a few Chaos. Even if his body was shattered, even if his entire Legion was destroyed, Mortarion would never accept being a dog of Chaos. He would fight to the last breath to raise the banner of rebellion.

The green pine is straight and unruly, and it disdains to bow.

In this regard, Mortarion has absolute awareness - far more resolute than the cowardly rebel leader.

Even for his comrades...such as Hades, Mortarion would never serve as a dog for others.

This can be seen from the fact that he abandoned Hades and resolutely returned to Barbarus instead of staying on Terra to approve documents for Guilliman.

I understand.

Mortarion took a deep breath.

[Before your plan, I will not take the initiative to attack, but if he provokes me... I think I at least have some right to spar. ]

[The measure is yours, Mortarion - of course I think there may not be many such opportunities, the empire is coming soon, and Mortarion just told me that we may need to prepare a dinner party recently.]

[To let the opposing generals show up - they are just as curious about us as we are.]

"Wait, you're telling me to keep several Chaos Primarchs on board the Macragge's Glory?!"

Hades looked at Guilliman in disbelief. Guilliman shook his head helplessly.

[I will choose a new location, but it is indeed a bit dangerous this time. ]

Hades frowned. Why did he feel that this was a bit like the Hongmen Banquet?
I know what you are thinking.

Guilliman opened his hand.
[I will try my best to ensure that there is no possibility of a quarrel between the two parties at the banquet, and I will also make a plan for what we should do if the other party makes trouble - but no matter what, this will be an opportunity, and we also want to know the other party's story, right? ]

[Knowing the other side as much as possible will at least lay the foundation for the two armies to fight against the Necrons together. 】

Guilliman's face was also filled with helplessness.

[The Silent King and the Storm King are still fighting, but the Storm King's army seems to be gradually losing ground. I think we will soon face a Silent King who has freed his hands.]

What's worse, the Storm King, who is at a disadvantage, is launching various unauthorized technologies on a large scale, which will make the battlefield even more chaotic. Tarazyn is already complaining bitterly.

【Therefore we need to prepare for the alliance as soon as possible. 】

"All right,"

Hades said with difficulty,

"I just have one question, do I need to be present at the event?"

【Not required.】*2
Guilliman and Mortarion said in unison, then they looked at each other, and Guilliman decisively gave the right to explain to Mortarion.
【You are our last trump card. 】

Mortarion explained,
【I think my other self will hide something about your existence, and this is where our advantage lies.】

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Pluto...

[Mortarion] thought, he still sat quietly in the room prepared for him by Guilliman.

He rarely felt the peace and order of this fate.

But when he thought about his "brothers" coming over soon, Mortarion felt a little irritated.

He didn't like them - he didn't like anything that had anything to do with chaos, and so he hated himself.

But it will all be over soon.

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【Terra】

"Another destiny line..."

The Emperor was sitting in his lounge, slumped on the sofa, with Horus behind him, sitting at his desk, assembling the Emperor's Visionary blocks.

His soliloquy seemed to go completely unheard by Horus.

In fact, after Guilliman went to the front line, most of the daily affairs of the Empire returned to the Emperor, so the Lord of Mankind was also working diligently, but he just happened to take a break now.

The Emperor, who has dispersed most of his power, is no longer powerful enough. He is perhaps weaker than Guilliman now - the Lord of the Empire is now the real number one fighter in the galaxy.

However, the Emperor sometimes wondered whether Guilliman was able to fully realize this power.

“It’s a very novel proposal.”

The emperor touched his chin, sat up again, and stared at the star map on the coffee table.

"I am curious about how my other self was defeated - was he defeated by Guilliman because of his arrogance?"

The Emperor blinked. Horus behind him was still immersed in the assembly game which was somewhat complicated even for the Primarchs. Just like Curze, in this empire ruled by Guilliman, Horus did not have real power. His position was also awkward and he was avoided by his brothers.

But it seemed that as long as he was at the Emperor's side, Horus was content.

"Or is it because of something else?"

The Emperor asked himself, Horus, undisturbed by him, was still immersed in his own world.

"But... this does alleviate the immediate crisis."

The Emperor looked up and saw that on the star map, at the Eye of Silence, space and time were chaotically mixed together, and the warp and the physical world were in a mess.

This is due to the contributions of the Storm King and the Silent King, as well as the connection of two destinies.

He saw the Necron army that covered the sky and almost obscured the entire Eye of Silence.

There was also the Human Empire fleet huddled aside - in another strange location, a huge warp storm arose, from which Chaos-style ships emerged.

On the other side, at the very edge of the star map, a small psychic light spot was running for its life, and behind it, monsters from the outside of the galaxy were slowly approaching.

After them, the Emperor's favorite, Valdor, remained silently where the outer ones had been.

The Tyranids scattered on the edge of the empire also felt a certain omen that the Zerg swarm was gathering - fleeing to a farther place - let him see - well, the only way is the Eye of Silence.

On the other hand, Hades' green-skinned fans seem to have new movements - but the Emperor doesn't care much. The greenskins will not be the masters of this galaxy. They are born to be tools, and their fate has been determined since birth.

Neos was silent, staring into the Eye of Silence—his fate would end and begin again here.

He felt a little itchy.

The last decoration on the side of the ship is missing... Horus straightened up in some astonishment, and he heard the Emperor lying on the sofa behind him speak in a relaxed manner.

"Wolf Shepherd God... do you want to take a look at another completely different destiny?"

Those Primarchs have all come to their fate line, so they can also go as guests - Guilliman provided the Emperor with new ideas and methods.

【Wh——What do you mean, my father? 】

"I mean go pack your bags, Lupercal."

(End of this chapter)