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

Chapter 813 [255.] Not appeared yet, MVP of the game!
There's nothing to talk about anymore.

They both knew that the fight was doomed to death, and their eyes were sharp as they faced each other, as if they wanted to draw out their sickles and chop at each other right on the spot.

But obviously not everyone has the same awareness as Mortarion, and they are not aware of what is happening, so Mortarion must give his other "brothers" enough time and patience.

But for the two of them...things became simple.

[So reckless... You should have accepted the power from Nurgle more. You should have been stronger, but you weakly gave up holding the hilt of power.]
The First Rebel [Mortarion] said this elegantly, and Mortarion did not blink. He stretched out his hand and picked up two empty goblets.

【Really? It was Hades who made me realize that I needed to give up some of the power from the warp. They were too dangerous.】

Mortarion spoke slowly, pulling out a flat wine bottle stained with engine oil from his waist, his eyes still fixed on the First Rebel, before he opened the cork and poured the turbid wine into the glass.

Mortarion clearly saw the pretty boy's eyelids twitch for a moment after he took out the flat wine bottle, and he felt a little better because of it.

To be fair, in some ways, Mortarion is now similar to one of those Nurglings who throws shit at people.

But he had no psychological burden. In fact, calling on Hades countless times on the battlefield had made him a qualified dung-throwing master.

The First Rebel [Mortarion] took a few deep breaths, then spread out his hands.
[The subspace of your world is too weak, you will never be truly liberated... Hehe, you should really see the wonderful ocean of my world.]
Oh, you said this.

Mortarion continued to pour the wine. Unfortunately, the cup seemed a little corroded, and he had to use his psychic power to stabilize the cup's shape and function.

[Hades did it, I admit it, he completely devoured a part of the warp.]

The first rebel [Mortarion] looked a little red-hot. He didn't understand why Mortarion, who was angry and embarrassed at that time, grasped the key to the problem at this moment -

Maybe it was because Hades was away, or maybe it was because Mortarion went to study with Kharas Typhon afterwards.

[You don’t dare to answer me directly.]
[I answered directly, the answer is Hades did it, it's all Hades, but you are not allowed to go to him. ]

Mortarion deliberately rubbed the greasy liquid on his hand onto the outer wall of the goblet, and then he handed it to another self.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t just throw the two cups of liquid over, but the other party might suffer greater damage after drinking it.

[Mortarion] seemed extremely resistant to the cup of liquid in Mortarion's hand that exuded an uneasy smell, but his upbringing and habits made him choose to take it.

The chief rebel had already chopped his other self into pieces in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face, albeit with some gnashing of teeth.

[I never thought that another me would swallow such a low-quality liquid - low-quality alcohol, as bad as your appearance, character and life.]
[Really? But Hades loves to drink. ]

[Can you please stop mentioning him? ! ! ]
At this moment, Mortarion was extremely grateful to Karas Typhon in his heart, thanking his old comrade for his idea. As Karas said, Hades is essentially a piece of shit. As long as you are willing to muster up the courage to throw it out, he will disgust everyone.

【Then drink. 】

Mortarion stared blankly at the other cup in his hand. These two cups were specially mixed by him after being provoked. In order to ensure the combat effectiveness of this cup of wine, he specially added countless psychic and physical powers.

He also went to Hades to conduct experiments to ensure that under purely physical conditions, this glass of wine could also make people want to vomit for a short period of time.

No, it's dizziness.

The First Rebel sneered. Facing Mortarion's provocation, he raised his glass without hesitation.

It was just a test of resistance to poison, and he would win, it was that simple.

despair.

Clinking glasses, Mortarion raised his glass slowly. He was going to drink by looking at the person opposite him first. The chief rebel sneered and drank it with his head tilted back!

Well, Mortarion's mouth curled up slightly, and he also raised his glass, ready to drink -

[Hahaha, Mortarion, you are here! ]

Angron hurried over, dragging a group of humanoid creatures that Mortarion didn't want to look at. When he saw the wine with an unknown smell and color in Mortarion's hand, Angron's eyes suddenly lit up.

[Your special blend? Sorry, Mortarion, I think it would be better to serve this precious liquor to foreign guests first.]

Without further ado, Angron snatched the cup from Mortarion and, with smooth, flowing movements (or perhaps because he would have been sickened if he had stopped), pressed it into the raving one's hands.

[Want excitement? You can try this first. I swear there is no such wine in your universe. ]

Angron didn't even bother to act. He simply motioned for the Warmonger to sit next to Mortarion. Then Angron took a big step and sat on the other side of Mortarion so that Mortarion could separate the two of them.

Sorry, Mortarion, but in return, Angron believes he will help Mortarion attack another First Betrayer - provided that Mortarion helps him calm down the Warmonger.

Mortarion's attention was indeed not on the exhibitionist. After the little episode, the Primarch was still staring at his other self.

After receiving the cup of unknown liquid, the lustful Angron did not even frown. He threw a wink at his other self.

[You are so nice... bro.]
Angron got goosebumps all the way to Mount Everest, shoulder to shoulder with Jupiter.

Then the lustful man drank it all in one gulp!

——? !!!!!!
The wine tasted bitter at first, with a burning and stinging sensation, but when the first sip slid into the throat——

[…Ahem!]
[Mortarion] suddenly lowered his head, his face was pale, his eyes suddenly widened, because of etiquette, he could not spit it out directly, nor let his cheeks be filled with food or drink, so he could only swallow it, his pupils were trembling, and the rebel covered his mouth with his hands in embarrassment.

Ah... Mortarion thought with joy that the First Rebel would not speak for at least the next three seconds, as his tongue had already been corroded away.

On the other side, Angron's reaction was also somewhat awkward, and the Primarch shuddered violently.

He had tasted countless irritating liquids... highly toxic, highly irritating, highly corrosive, highly psychic, and parasitic...

But there has never been a liquid that hits the heart so directly, as if the bartender just wanted to disgust people and hoped to choke a universe of people with this drink. So this drink was made.

[Angron] put down the empty goblet with a trembling hand, with traces of wine at the corners of his mouth, as if he was about to spit out the wine. But after a brief moment of shock and fear, the darling of Slaanesh had already begun to savor the feeling just now.

The Lustful One Angron decided to bring some back for Kahn to try.

Mortarion did not hide his admiring and gloating look at all. He stared straight at his other self and picked up the flat wine bottle again.

[How does it feel?] [Same as yours—disgusting.]
[Highly rated.]

Mortarion spoke softly, taking two more cups and then filling four goblets, while Angron's smile beside him seemed a little more forced.

No matter, this is punishment for Angron's disruption of Mortarion's plans.

The other maniac raised his cup once again in a thirsty manner after a brief silence, staring at the wilder Mortarion with sparkling eyes.

Another primitive man, Mortarion, seems to have a different flavor compared to the elegant gentlemen on his side.

[You are a genius, another Mortarion - how did you come up with this?]
Mortarion lowered his gaze, raised his glass, and continued to watch himself across from him raise his glass again after a while of gnashing teeth.

【Resistance,】

Mortarion said calmly,
[Resist all this, and then you can brew this cup of poison, but I think this is not my limit, nor is it this cup of wine. ]

He simply tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then put the cup down and leaned forward, looking up at the trembling pupils of Mortarion like a venomous snake climbing onto the table.

Such lack of etiquette, such vulgarity, this was Mortarion, and this was another thing that shocked and horrified him - neither of them could tolerate the other's performance.

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Mortarion lowered his voice to a very low level.
[My real masterpiece... black wine, which requires a special ingredient, crushed black stone powder by a special person... You know how special they are, another me... I think you will definitely taste this wine once.]

[Can you really make up your mind to face it? No longer just a passing glance, but let it completely penetrate into your life... The cross on the priest's head, the whispers and prayers at the bedside of the heir, the ornaments on the servant's waist, every vehicle you ride will have its breath, every weapon you use will bear its mark... It is everywhere, whispering in your ears forever, your eyes will be permanently covered with a layer of black cloth, and the subspace arm you are proud of will be completely cut off. You need to listen to it and watch it day and night, it is the truth that runs through the empire. ]

[Not just when you face him, you convince yourself, he is there, looking at him from your short-sighted physical perspective - but it is always there, always there, watching you, drooling and hungry.]

[wow,]
Angron blinked and said abruptly,
[That doesn't sound like alcohol—what's so exciting?]
This sounds even more disordered and evil than Chaos.

The First Rebel was completely shocked by Mortarion's rudeness and these words. He swallowed and was about to answer, but was interrupted by Mortarion.

Mortarion tilted his head.

I can.

He says,

[I can endure this - and what you see, seeing spirits that are small and dim compared to you - we all can, for the ultimate victory.]

[So... can you? ]

[......]
The first rebel [Mortarion] drank the wine in the glass directly. The nausea and dizziness made him feel uncomfortable. He swallowed his saliva again and faced Mortarion's provocation.

Only the two of them could hear their conversation.

[I have served Roboute Guilliman as a servant for ten thousand years... what can I not endure?]
【Hehehe.】

This answer was humorous. Mortarion sneered and sat back. Angron suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to be here. The confrontation between the two Mortarions was a little too sharp.

But compared to being groped by another Slaanesh version of myself, it was all bearable, an uphill climb, bright, acceptable.

As expected, while Mortarion was sitting back in his seat, the Desire One [Angron] immediately came over -

Mortarion's humiliating action against the First Rebel shocked and attracted the sexual interest of the Vicious One.

Angron’s heart suddenly rose to his throat. He watched as Mortarion was touched on his shoulder armor by another self. The First Rebel obviously wanted to let the Desire One [Angron] win the game. He smiled at Mortarion and began to sip a normal cocktail in his hand.

In an attempt to restore his lost sense of taste.

[What an interesting Mortarion - much more interesting than the Mortarion I know. Are you as evil as the Mortarion I know?]
Mortarion sat there, as still as a bug on a branch, and he glanced coldly at the Vicious One.

Compared to when he was held in the clutches of Slaanesh, the current scene was child's play for Mortarion - unless the Slaanesh version of Angron was the Slaanesh version of Mortarion, Mortarion would not have felt the slightest ripple in his heart.

[Yes, I am more evil than he is.]

Mortarion said calmly that he knew what he was going to say next, and he learned it from Karas. Mortarion taught Karas how to chop people with a sickle, and Karas taught Mortarion how to stab people with words.

Mortarion imagined that he was standing next to Karas Typhon.

【I have seen Nurgle.】

Mortarion said this out of the blue, and this sentence obviously startled Angron, who was caressing him.

[so……?]
[What I mean is that if you don't have the appearance of Nurgle, don't humiliate yourself by trying to show yourself. The most beautiful in our world is Nurgle. Didn't anyone tell you before you came here? ]

Mortarion spoke smoothly, and Angron beside him opened his mouth wide. What the hell is this?!
【in short,】

Mortarion spoke quickly.

[I know what you want to say next, but I'm sorry. I want to reject you in advance. I'm really not interested in your appearance. You're a little too ugly. If you're willing to dress yourself up, please at least try to comprehend some higher-level aesthetics, such as Nurgle. At the very least, you can be the Lord of Change, instead of being so ugly now.]

Mortarion nodded to the dumbstruck Angron and took down Angron's hand from his shoulder armor.

【terribly sorry……】

Mortarion frowned and looked Angron up and down.

[But you really don't make people want you. This is not your fault. The aesthetics here are different from yours. You should let yourself go.]

Mortarion paused for a moment, and now all three people at the table were stunned except for him.

[But... sorry, can you leave? Or would you like to call your other brother Vulcan over? ]

? ! ! !
With a short scream, everyone in the hall looked at each other, watching the Desire Maniac [Angron] suddenly open the door and run away from the hall.

[laugh!]
[Motarion] couldn't hold it back any longer, and the wine in his mouth sprayed out. He could only lower his head and cough awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)