Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

On the Blood of Steel, sonorous footsteps rushed.

The poisonous gas spread unbridled throughout the entire corridor, and the originally metallic gray corridor was enveloped in a layer of light yellow-green.

The Lord of Death strode forward, his dim, broken cloak buzzing behind him, sweeping past the Iron Warrior standing beside him at the edge of the corridor.

Hissing breathing sounded from behind the mask, like the breathing of a dying person. Under the cloak, the eyes of the Pale King were covered with a gloomy white haze.

The entire corridor fell into a deathly depression, and the anger of the Lord of Death strangled everyone's throats. They all held their breaths as much as possible, for fear that they would make a sound, and then——

Causing disaster.

Mortarion looked like a seriously ill patient. His walking posture was very strange, like a zombie walking.

The door at the end of the corridor was closed tightly, and the stainless steel blocked his entry, silently expressing his rejection of Mortarion.

The Lord of Steel did not extend an invitation to his "brother".

Even when he boarded the ship, it was Mortarion who forcefully made the ship "docked" at the dock of Blood of Steel——

Now, there is a pothole the size of a cruiser on the Iron Blood dock of the Iron Warriors.

Yellow and black stripes stood on the door, as if mocking Mortarion's incompetence.

"Sorry, sir, the legion commander has an order not to be disturbed."

On both sides of the door, two Iron Warriors set up their halberds and crossed them in front of Mortarion.

The original body tilted its head, as if the skull had fallen off its skeleton.

In the shadow of the hood, the eyes stared at the two poor guys without any emotion.

Mortarion stretched out his scythe, and the war scythe easily opened the halberd. With two clicks, these useless weapons fell to the ground.

Then Mortarion clutched his scythe in one hand and picked up one of his censers, seemingly casually, with the other.

He roughly pulled the incense burner, which was the size of his hand, from the copper chain, and then used the hand holding the incense burner to pick out a glass bottle from the bottles and jars tied to his armor.

The unknown black solid filled the entire bottle. Mortarion crushed the bottle directly with force in his hands. The glass slag mixed with the black solid was squeezed in from the vent of the incense burner.

Few people know that Mortarion is well versed in potions.

Mortarion's gaze returned to the gate.

Mortarion's mouth moved slightly beneath the breathing mask.

Then the original body raised his hand and threw the incense burner directly!

The incense burner cut through the air, made a loud noise, and directly smashed through the seemingly indestructible door!

Mortarion grasped his scythe and stared directly at the gaping hole in the door.

Through the large hole that was smashed out, blue-white flames mixed with phosphide were burning, and hissing poisonous gas was spit out from the hole.

"boom!"

Perturabo opened the door angrily, and poisonous gas hundreds of times stronger than the poisonous gas emitted by Mortarion's usual incense burner suddenly gushes out of the room!

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The high-pitched voice of the Lord of Steel directly blasted through the entire corridor.

Mortarion opposite him showed a smile that was uglier than crying, but because he was wearing a breathing mask, Perturabo could only see Mortarion wink at him.

"And what are you doing, Perturabo?"

Mortarion neighed and spoke, the god of death was questioning,

"That's a reasonable and calculated result! Why do you keep holding on to a necessary death entanglement?"

Perturabo shouted. Before that, he and Mortarion had argued many times on the communication channel. Mortarion, who had been silent and absent-minded, learned that the 106th Ground Commando had returned. When casualties occur, he suddenly becomes furious.

"The so-called calculation means indiscriminate bombing of the area where the Death Guard is located?"

Mortarion lowered his head and stared at Perturabo, his eyes unblinking.

"According to the data, there is only one Death Guard there! And the sensors on his body show that he is dead!"

Perhaps the death guard named "Hades" had left some deep and special impression on Perturabo before, but what does this have to do with Perturabo?

He is metal, steel.

And now, Perturabo faced his "brother\

,""That's a body!"

"Don't tell me you still care! Mortarion, that's a corpse!"

Not to be outdone, Perturabo stared at Mortarion. Look, how fragile the primarch was, so angry for a heir.

Perturabo suddenly showed a provocative smile. He remembered Mortarion's ridicule to him, and now, he grasped the sore spot on the other side,

"Lord of Death, is your name a self-deprecation?"

"You care so much about one casualty, can you really command the battle?"

Mortarion was stunned when he heard Perturabo's words, but then even greater anger surged out of his soul, burning in his thin and sick body.

"I promise death."

Mortarion gritted his teeth and said word by word,

"But not this death."

"No, this kind of death!"

Mortarion struck directly with his scythe. Perturabo, who had expected it, raised his war hammer and tried to block this heavy blow!

There was a heart-wrenching sound of metal scraping, and bright sparks erupted from the place where the two original bodies met.

"Watch your behavior."

Perturabo continued, looking at Mortarion with a half-smile,

"I think you know what it means to suddenly launch an attack in an area other than the duel cage."

If there is intention among the legions, this kind of hostile attack is quite "political".

Mortarion ignored him and directly exerted force downwards. The side blade of the giant scythe passed by Perturabo's side, leaving a deep scratch on Perturabo's yellow-black shoulder armor. .

Perturabo's eyes darkened, but he refused to engage in a meaningless battle with this barbarian from the agricultural world.

He was right, even if his brothers came to evaluate, he would be the final winner.

A bombing that completely annihilated the enemy's main force, at no cost——

Don't say anything to Perturabo about insulting the corpse. In war, life is the cheapest data.

In previous wars, there were more or less "death squads" or "bait squads".

Even if everyone in the air raid team stood in the area where the planes were bombing, Perturabo would just tell them to take shelter, but would still continue to bomb.

Perturabo stared at Mortarion, the Lord of Death now like a furious, trapped beast.

"He's not dead."

Mortarion threatened in a low voice, whether arguing with Perturabo or stating a reality he believed to be true.

But Mortarion did stop his attack, although Perturabo realized that Mortarion's hand holding the scythe was still shaking slightly, as if he was planning to give him a scythe at any time.

Perturabo blinked contemptuously, beholding how fragile and pathetic his so-called "brother" was who was already delirious.

Perturabo, who prided himself on steel, knew that he would never devote too much attention to those stupid mortals like Mortarion.

Perturabo called up his own data at that time and projected it into the air.

"Did you see that? Before I gave the order, the life data of this Death Guard had been reset to zero."

A straight line as calm as water, without any ups and downs of life.

He saw that value with his own eyes. For a moment, Mortarion felt that he was standing on the deepest and darkest wasteland of Barbarus.

No one but himself.

Hades, Karas, are gone.

In the end, he was the only one left, abandoned in the cold universe, fraternizing with a group of tyrants and kings, and forced to face war and the death of his heirs.

After he was forced to don the cloak of thorns known as the Primarch, no mortals ever tried to understand him again.

Each Primarch is a lonely existence. Before being found, their characteristics that transcend the crowd make it difficult for them to find a close friend in life, or someone who understands them.

After being found, the so-called father promised them "brothers".

"Brother" means like-minded people, means the same people, means the same kind.

Sanguinius and Horus, Magnus and Khan, Fulgrim and Faenus, Guilliman and Krax

But obviously, not all the original bodies are in these so-called "brothers", looking for and filling their former shortcomings.

Maybe there are lucky people who have found their mortal friends before then, maybe they are the parents of Guilliman Robert, maybe they are Llane El'Jonson's Luther.

Mortarion stared at his "brother", the "brother" he had been promised, but who now destroyed Mortarion's friends.

He should not look forward to these "brothers", on the contrary, he should be wary of them.

Dead, never to come back, on a remote, cold, distant small planet.

His anger was broken, a sense of powerlessness enveloped him, and great sadness and despair filled the air.

Mortarion stood here in despair, thinking about whether to give Perturabo another scythe. It was all in vain, everything became pale and ridiculous——

A brief message was displayed on the screen projected by Perturabo,

[Sir, Dantioch of the assault team has woken up and his vital signs are stable. The others are still sleeping and their lives are not in danger. 】

Mortarion blinked. On the Death Guard ship, the raiding warriors were still unconscious, but the Death Guard's pharmacist told Mortarion that these people were not in danger.

This meant that they no longer had direct witnesses to the battle,

"Call him over."

Mortarion spoke directly, this was not a request, this was an order.

Perturabo looked at Mortarion coldly, but also issued an order for Dantioch to come over. However, Perturabo did not do this out of good intentions, but wanted to prove that his command was correct.

He wanted Dantioch to stand in front of Mortarion and clearly state the objective fact that Hades was dead.

Perturabo himself would stop Mortarion's scythe for Dantioch as a reward for the trident.

But Dantioch's answer exceeded everyone's expectations.

Dantioch stood upright in front of the two original bodies. He had just come out of the medical room and was only wearing the simplest simple combat uniform.

Dantioch tried his best to keep his face expressionless, but he looked at the pale flames burning in front of him, as well as the gurgling poisonous gas. The two primitives didn't care about this, Perturabo and Mo Talion was staring at Dantioch, as if he would be crushed into pieces if he said the wrong word.

It is difficult for Dantioch not to be confused by this situation.

His legion commander, Perturabo, stared at Dantioch and spoke slowly.

"Did you pay attention to a death guard named "Hades" during this battle?"

Dantioch's heart trembled, Hades' words seemed to still be echoing in his ears,

"Yes, my lord, I have noticed him."

Dantioch felt that the atmosphere between the two original bodies became more tense because of his words.

"Now, report to me the beginning and end of the entire battle, the process."

"And what that Death Guard did."

Dantioch swallowed and sorted it out in his mind, but it seemed that the subsequent memory was blurred?

But Dantioch knew that Perturabo was not a primarch who was kindly waiting for him, so he spoke, deciding to explain as he went.

A serious, emotionless voice echoed in the corridor.

Dantioch felt that the commander of the Fourteenth Legion was very irritated, but he still allowed Dantioch to continue his words,

"After analysis and comparison, Hades chose to launch an attack and discussed with me."

Before Dantioch finished speaking, Mortarion let out a loud breathing sound, like a tuberculosis patient struggling loudly to breathe air before dying.

Perturabo glanced at Mortarion. Perturabo's surface was still motionless steel.

"continue."

Dantioch swallowed again and continued.

But compared to just now, Perturabo felt a little more regretful for the dead Death Guard.

Such a smart space warrior, he can even understand Perturabo's strategy. This kind of person is no longer common.

Perturabo also enjoyed the sound of Mortarion's breathing as if he was about to die, but in Perturabo's heart, he might really hope that Mortarion was actually the same as he showed - dying. .

"Then."

Dantioch paused for a rare moment, showing a confused expression.

Perturabo's annoyed voice sounded, and it was clear that Dantioch was about to get to that part, the part that would determine whether he won.

"continue."

Dantioch hesitated. The memory was like a distorted and fuzzy fragment. Large sections of white and black covered the memory.

A roaring, pure blur of black color.

"I forgot?"

Dantioch muttered something quietly and in disbelief, but he immediately reported it formally and strictly.

"My memory is damaged, sir."

"Except for some scenes that were suppressed to pure blackness, my memory ends here,"

The two legion commanders opposite Dantioch were stunned.

"what do you mean?"

Perturabo roared,

Mortarion, who had just given up, opened his eyes wide. This was a symbol of being exposed to the black domain of Hades on a large scale.

He.but.why would Hades use Dark Domain on friendly forces and where is he now?

But this provided Mortarion with a hint of absurd possibility.

Can the Black Realm save Hades from the Iron Warriors' bombing? But if possible, during the ground search, why did they find nothing except the suspected remains of Hades's helmet?

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