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

Chapter 333 322. Mortarion feels ashen

Mortarion strode forward, with the Forging Department and the Soulless Ones opening the way for him. Faenus followed him suspiciously, but did not disturb Mortarion's actions.

Following the same pattern, the Death Guard blasted open the first door, and Mortarion stepped directly in - and then he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Not a fantasy?

The strong smell of blood hit his face, and a thin layer of blood accumulated, falling reluctantly from Mortarion's pale helmet boots as he walked.

Human corpses were falling to the ground in pieces.

In the center of the room, the Fire Dragon Lord stood sadly with his war hammer, and at his feet was the Eldar Witch whose neck had been strangled.

As soon as the Lord of Death stepped into the room, the fire fighters led by Vulkan immediately saluted him. From the reaction of the fire fighters, Mortarion judged that Vulkan was not ready yet. As good as a punch in the face.

It's just... Mortarion glanced at the Eldar corpse. He could still understand Fainus, but this was...

[Are you expressing condolences to the Eldar, Vulkan? There is no need to mourn for one body for so long, there are many more out there. 】

Faenus let out a sigh of dissatisfaction behind Mortarion, but Mortarion ignored him and stared at Vulkan.

Vulkan turned around. The good news is that the Fire Dragon Lord did not lose some of his original characteristics like Gorgon. Vulkan's face still maintained the mixture of compassion and guilt that Mortarion hated. Together expression.

A drop of dried tears hung on his dark face.

Under the gas mask, Mortarion let out a vague sound of disgust.

[I know this Eldar, Mortarion. 】

【how? Does it also speak vague prophecies to you, or do you take it seriously? 】

Mortarion felt the Faenus behind him move dissatisfiedly, but Gorgon remained silent in the end.

【No……】

Vulcan said softly,

[She was one of the Dark Eldar who attacked Nocturne. She killed a blacksmith I knew. 】

[Then now that your great revenge has been avenged, why are you crying? 】

Mortarion's aggressive words made Vulkan stunned. He subconsciously rubbed his face with his fingers. Apart from the sticky sweat stains, he felt no tears.

[I... am not grieving the death of this Eldar. My brother, the humans here have fallen. When I saw them, they were imitating the methods of the Dark Eldar to abuse this Eldar. 】

Vulkan took a deep breath, he felt the tip of his tongue trembling,

[The human civilization here has been corrupted, unimaginably... intolerable... The Eldar here rescued these people from the Dark Eldar, but instead they absorbed the Dark Eldar's culture, and they began to abuse the former Shi The abuser. 】

Vulkan took another deep breath, anger burning quietly in his chest, and he made his determination stronger.

[This planet...needs an extermination order. 】

He had hoped to save humanity on the planet, but now he realized there was nothing he could do.

Vulkan waited for his brothers' reaction - would they contradict him, would they ridicule him?

But he raised his eyes and saw Mortarion looking at him with complicated eyes.

The Lord of Death spoke,

[…Vulkan, you mean that you think human civilization on this planet is hopeless, so you want to use the extermination order? 】

Vulkan nodded heavily and slowly. He had killed these unarmed people, and he had to bear this.

Faenus, who had been following Mortarion, spoke. After leaving the illusion of the snake monster, the Lord of Medusa obviously recovered quickly. Perhaps he simply stopped himself from thinking about that incident.

[...Vulkan, you have too much emotion for the local humans. This is not a good thing. Your empathy will destroy you and your legion. 】

Vulkan looked back at Feinus and said softly,

[No, it shapes us, I've come to understand, that's what He wants us to do. 】

However, as Faenus and Vulkan talked, Mortarion said nothing, and the Lord of Death breathed laboriously under the gas mask, as if thinking about why he was here.

Finally, Mortarion spoke in a low voice, interrupting the conversation between the two primarchs.

[Let us go out first, and then cast the damn extermination order - no, Vulcan, don't look at me like that, I didn't agree to your extermination order because of the savages here. 】

The Lord of Death left first, and before walking out of the door, Vulkan clearly heard Mortarion curse in a low voice.

He didn't understand what he was saying, Mortarion's Barbarian curse.

But he must have cursed very dirty words.

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【Fire Casting Number】

The Salamander's Queen of Glory is simply a large blacksmith shop, with furnaces burning with blazing flames everywhere. The Salamanders seem to regard the furnace and steel as some kind of decorative stickers that can be posted anywhere.

The Lord of Death was lazily leaning on the large sofa. The giant scythe was placed casually beside the armrest of the sofa. In front of him was a small decorative fire, and the flames made a crackling sound.

The Death Guard ships are hovering near the Salamander ships. If necessary, Mortarion can order them to attack immediately - which is why Mortarion is resting on the Salamanders at the moment.

Perhaps there is another possibility, that is, Mortarion does not think that an empathetic person like Vulkan can suddenly go crazy or become corrupted.

...He is so...kind, so kind that he is stupid.

Mortarion leaned on the sofa, waiting with satisfaction and a little speechlessness, as if he had sensed that the cyclone torpedo was being loaded through the trembling of the deck under his feet.

Feinus was walking around anxiously and uneasily. His movements were very restrained, but he still couldn't hide his uneasiness.

Mortarion glanced at Fainus. Compared to Vulgan, the Lord of Death was able to understand Fainus's performance.

Even after five standard Terras, Mortarion still could not understand Vulkan's train of thought.

[Sit down and talk? 】

Faenus stopped his walking and took a deep look at Mortarion. Vulkan went to command the deployment of the Extermination Order. The Lord of the Fire Dragon asked himself to personally participate in and remember this necessary crime.

【it's here? 】

Mortarion hid his gaze needlessly under the shadow of his hood.

[There are no other people or eavesdropping equipment here. I asked Vulcan for a room to talk alone. Our "kind" brother really prepared one for us - he didn't even take it to heart. superior. 】

Faenus glanced at Mortarion, then he began to look around the room, and Mortarion believed he would come to the same conclusion as he did.

And Faenus was more familiar with these metalworks than he was.

Finally, Faenus was silent for a moment, and then sat opposite Mortarion.

His piercing gaze was hidden in the deep sockets of his eyes.

[You don’t look surprised at all. 】

Mortarion looked at him,

[That is just an illusion, its purpose is to arouse the emotions deep in your heart and make you lose your mind. 】

The corners of Fainus's mouth pursed into a straight line, and he thought of the two Eldar... they... didn't act as if they were malicious.

[I reserve my own opinion, my brother, so what did you see in the illusion? 】

Mortarion looked away and said vaguely,

[It’s almost like, the death of a close friend, the fall of an heir...that’s it, they can’t think of anything more distinctive. 】

Fernus asked,

[Are you completely indifferent to this, Mortarion? 】

Mortarion sneered,

[It’s better to ask yourself, Feinus, why is your reaction so big? 】

The corners of Feinus's mouth twitched slightly.

[I don’t think this is a simple illusion, it is too real, so real that my senses think that I have not been deceived. 】

These words made the Lord of Death, who was leaning on the sofa, sit up straight. Mortarion leaned forward, holding the armrests with both hands, and his eyes covered by his hood lit up with curiosity.

[Fainus, if you insist on this... Assume that all this is true according to your reasoning. So, what do you do? 】

[I mean, my brother, if... your best friend Fulgrim has really fallen. 】

"boom!"

The sound of metal collision suddenly sounded. Mortarion held the scythe. Fierce sparks lit up between the scythe and Feinus's hand. Feinus left his seat and seemed to still not give up giving Mortarion a chance. The idea of ​​boxing.

[Reason, my brother. 】

Mortarion still maintained a sarcastic tone, but his voice trembled, and it took a lot of strength to confront Fainus.

Faenus opposite him stared straight at him, his iron-gray eyes full of anger. He was as angry and impulsive as the beast in his hometown.

[Mortarion, I warn you one last time, you are not allowed to mention this matter again - whether in front of me or in front of others. 】

He looked at Mortarion, and to his surprise, Mortarion chuckled softly. He seemed satisfied with Faenus' attack on him, even though the laughter caused him to block Faenus' scythe. Became trembling.

[You want to silence me, so what are you willing to pay me? 】

Faenus suddenly retracted his hand, which caused Mortarion to get stuck forward, but the Lord of Death quickly restored his balance. He still sat there leaning, looking at Fainus with interest, because Feinus was standing awkwardly after the gaffe just now.

The Lord of Medusa spoke coldly,

[Is this what you want to do, Mortarion? What do you want to take away from me after mocking me? 】

To his surprise, Mortarion dropped his smile, and the Lord of Death stared at him gloomily.

[No...I just...feel familiar with your current situation, a sad familiarity, Fainus. 】

【What do I want...】

Mortarion whispered,

[I want to hear your opinion on this matter - what would you do if it were true? 】

Mortarion stared at Fainus, thinking of himself.

Fainus stared at Mortarion cautiously and angrily, and Mortarion stared back at him calmly, the lake in his eyes unruffled, as if he was vouching for his words.

So Fernus carefully sat back down in his seat. He lowered his head in annoyance, but he was not upset about his reckless move just now.

[If you follow my way of thinking, the future will be so ridiculous...]

Fenus gasped, and the face of the snake demon reappeared in front of him. The face was similar to that of his best friend, but it carried an aura of blasphemy and depravity. Desire was wrapped around the snake's body like a veil. The monster teased him, saying Tell a story that only the two of them know.

... Fulgrim is supposed to be noble, but Fulgrim himself cannot tolerate blasphemy and frivolity.

If that day comes, Fulgrim himself will be the first to feel that life is worse than death.

As his best friend, Faenus would choose to cut off his pain personally, even if it would make Faenus himself fall into hell.

[Then I will do what I did to him before - that's it, nothing more. 】

The two of them were silent.

After a long time, Mortarion slowly spoke,

【Very good awareness. 】

Feinus sarcastically said,

[If you hadn’t encountered the truth, who would you be to judge me? 】

Mortarion stared at him. He pulled back his hood, his eyes unblinking like a robot.

[Of course I have...my brother, because I made the same choice as you. 】

Feinus paused suddenly,

[What exactly did you see, Mortarion? 】

Mortarion looked at him calmly,

[Illusion is not worth mentioning. 】

[Do you really believe that it is an illusion? 】

【who knows. 】

Mortarion said, regaining his original slouching look, and he winked at Faenus.

[Yes or no, it doesn’t matter, but it does expand the boundaries of our imagination and tell us that there is some possibility in this world. 】

Faenus moved forward hoping to continue questioning Mortarion, but the door was flung open and Vulkan was standing there.

Vulkan looked at the two primarchs who were looking at him. Fainus stared at him in surprise and annoyance, while Mortarion looked like it had nothing to do with him.

[Sorry, you two...should I knock on the door first? 】

Faenus made an annoyed sound, and Mortarion said calmly: "It's up to you."

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