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

Chapter 330 319. When Mortarion was trapped in the tunnel...

Hades' hand holding the battle report paused for a moment, and he blinked in confusion. The gorgeously decorated words after victory on the Ultramarines battle report were looking at him doubtfully.

"What's wrong?"

The Emperor beside Hades spoke casually, and the Emperor himself was also checking the information handed over by Malcador.

"No...it's nothing. Someone might be scolding me behind my back."

The emperor raised his head and glanced at Hades thoughtfully, but did not explain his behavior. The emperor paused and asked instead,

"Hades, what do you think of the Primarch?"

Hades opened his mouth. He didn't think this was a topic that could be discussed in one day. It was difficult to make a conclusion about the nineteen original bodies with different personalities——

Even for Mortarion, it took him years to figure out the astonishing brain circuits of his elder brother.

At the same time, the identity of the questioner also turns this question into a proposition.

But Hades has a universal answer...

The smile at the corner of Hades's mouth twitched twice,

"Ah...well...it looks a lot like you."

Then Hades watched in amazement as a slightly bright smile gradually appeared on the emperor's face.

The emperor seemed to be very satisfied with this statement;

"They have many shortcomings, but they do resemble aspects of me—not exactly the same, and their essences are not all given by me."

Hades's answer seemed to arouse the emperor's interest, and he continued to question Hades with great interest,

"Hades, you have been getting along with my descendant Mortarion before. What kind of original body do you think Mortarion is?"

The Emperor noticed that when Hades was looking through the battle reports of different legions, he seemed particularly interested in the battle reports of the Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and White Scars.

Although Hades also spent a lot of time on the battle reports of the Iron Warriors and Iron Hands, staring at the strategic maps and data calculations, and simply staring at the pictures of the Space Warriors are obviously two different reactions.

Hades stared at the emperor, and he put down the battle report in his hand - this was still a proposition, and it was far sharper than before.

Hades serious his tone,

"Mortarion is an excellent legion commander. Under his leadership, the Death Guard has extremely strong cohesion. At the same time, his personal position is also reliable enough. Mortarion is extremely loyal to pure humans and extremely rejects psychic powers. , subspace and aliens, Mortarion and the Death Guard are extremely loyal and stable, so I personally recommend increasing material assistance to the Death Guard.”

The emperor smiled and asked casually,

"Why are you getting nervous, Hades?"

If the heart could be embodied, then Hades would now look like a sweaty soybean.

Yes, why do you think that is, Neos?

"Hades, I just..."

The emperor spoke slowly,

"I hope to have a casual chat. I am very satisfied with Mortarion, although I know that he has some friction with Malcador."

Hades stared at the Emperor, choosing his words carefully.

"I need to make sure that you will not make any adverse changes to the future of Mortarion and the Death Guard because of my words."

The emperor shook his head,

"You are overly worried. I am not perfect, and neither are my descendants. Leon Jonson is inhumane, Perturabo is stubborn and extreme, Horus is arrogant and hypocritical, Robert Guilliman is impulsive... …The demigods people say are flawed, that’s true.”

"Now that you know that, Neos, why don't you say a few words about them?"

The Emperor fell silent.

"I am not omnipotent. How can I make Guilliman stop his sometimes overly exuberant thinking? I can't do it, Hades. The original body is a miraculous thing created by me. Their growth is destined to be accompanied by pain for them. The crushing ordeal, if arranged artificially, is destined to consume countless manpower and materials. "

"There is no high wall in this world that will never collapse, and there is no steel that will never rust. As long as we are human, we will have the possibility of falling into the abyss."

"not to mention,"

The emperor picked up the tea and took a sip slowly.

"Even if they have not grown, as generals of the Great Expedition and as tools, they are already qualified."

He looked at Hades, and Hades looked at him silently. Although Hades's subspace projection disgusted the Emperor as always, the Emperor could not analyze Hades's mood from this disgust——

But Hades would understand his words, the Emperor thought.

Sure enough, Hades scratched his head in self-deprecation and began to look for something to eat from the snack box in front of him.

"Well, Neos, I still recommend that you pay more attention to Fulgrim, Perturabo, Horus..."

The emperor nodded,

"Now answer my question, Hades, what kind of Primarch was Mortarion?"

Hades' eyes looking at Macragge's snacks moved back to the Emperor. Hades let out a long sigh, and then he spoke,

"It's like snitching on the parents, Neos."

The Emperor was unmoved and stared at Hades expressionlessly, as if to say that Hades must provide equal information that could be equivalent to what he just said.

Hades felt as if the Emperor was saying with his eyes that if Hades continued to avoid the topic, he would call Malcador over - and let the young man deal with him.

Hades waved his hand,

"Uh... Mortarion... I think he was born to like humans very much, because he was abducted by us when he saw humans at the first sight. As for his aversion to spiritual energy and oppression, it was acquired. , and was consolidated in the liberation of Barbarus."

"You talk less because the environment in Barbarus is like that. You know, Neos, where everyone can talk without talking. I am the only one who can't sit still, but Mortarion has a sense of humor - Although I think he would be better off without that."

Hades paused, as if he was wondering whether he should say anything, but in the end he spoke.

"actually,"

Hades said,

"I can feel that at the beginning, most of Mortarion's motivations were out of [fear]. He always seemed to think that things would go bad, so he would prepare in advance, or fall into depression, and at the same time It makes him less trusting of others."

"Then... after meeting humans and the Death Guard, his motivation gradually changed to [wanting to protect some kind of existence], so he has always liked to stay with the Barbarus people, or go to the Death Guard training room stroll."

This can be a good quality, provided he does his job first and then entertains himself.

"He doesn't want to lose them... but at the same time he doesn't have a strong desire to make the situation better. Unless the situation is so critical that it will destroy everything, Mortarion always likes to maintain the status quo, whether it is Baba Russ, or the Death Guard."

"Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's confusing, but luckily I talked him back."

Hades was silent for a moment,

"...I wish I had talked him back."

Hades moved his eyes, and he saw the Emperor staring at him with great interest, seeming to be satisfied with what Hades said.

"I am very happy,"

The emperor said that Hades listened to the emperor's words speechlessly. He felt that the emperor told him that he was very happy every day. Is this some kind of mantra?

"You are indeed a friend who cares about Mortarion, not someone who is simply confused by the characteristics of the original body. You have seen the real him."

Hades smiled, his mouth slightly wild,

"I am a psychic insulator, Neos. When have I been confused by the characteristics of the original body? Their charm aura is ineffective on me."

The Emperor smiled. He said nothing and glanced at the Ultramarines battle report that Hades had put down earlier.

Great! I coded it!

Speaking of Fulgrim, he was so handsome. My loyal eyes to Mortarion wavered for a second.

Well, I still don’t like Emperor Zi very much.