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

Chapter 358 347. Embers of Ullanor

The Lord of Death was standing quietly on the wasteland, and behind his pale and exhausted figure stood his taciturn sons.

The wind blew, and the tattered gray cloak rolled up.

[This is intentional. ]

Mortarion's hoarse voice broke with the wind, but Garro and Vorx behind him heard it clearly.

The voice paused in his throat,

[The liar is leaving. ]

Under the shadow of the hood, in the deep eye sockets, Mortarion looked further away with difficulty, and the Pale King could already imagine the ridiculous and funny picture.

That was... the center of the war, the place where the stars and the moon were worshipped, the Lord of Mankind and his most "favored" son were performing a boring drama there, even if one of them could not detect anything unusual.

Will the other brothers, the other brothers who were jealous or defeated, be like the Lord of Death? They stood on the edge of the battlefield, the greenskin fragments under their feet gave off an unpleasant smell, but their hearts were tightly centered on the position that was destined to be out of their reach.

A sneer came from under the gas mask. Mortarion never believed in his biological father's tricks. A man who could descend on the highest peak of Barbarus without any burden - he would not be defeated by the greenskins, at least... he would not be so embarrassed.

When the Emperor looked at Horus expectantly many times in the joint meeting, Mortarion already knew the direction of the ending.

The only thing that confused him was that Mortarion knew that Horus would not be such a shallow person, but when it came to the Emperor's issues... the wolf god was terribly stupid.

He was too eager to gain the Emperor's approval, even though they all knew that the liar's words were just a joke.

But that was Horus's business, and Mortarion didn't care about it at all.

The Emperor personally staged a grand drama to put his first found son on the altar of the Empire - Mortarion could only think that this would be some kind of signal, a signal that the symbol of the Emperor was about to melt.

After all, no country can have two kings. The succession of the heir to the throne is bound to mean the disappearance of the old emperor.

Mortarion grasped the sickle. He didn't care about the Warmaster, nor did he care about the Emperor at all, but the question was... where was Hades?

Mortarion had angrily asked Malcador where he had sent his commander, but Mortarion gained nothing except nonsense.

So Mortarion chose a good day and broke into the Emperor's Dream on the day when several legions were preparing for war. On that day, the golden guards lay on the ground in the corridor, and Mortarion also successfully got a reply from the Emperor himself - see you again.

The message contained in it was that Hades was at least intact enough for Mortarion to distinguish.

The Lord of Death took a few deep breaths... Well, he accepted this reply.

It was not because the psychic brilliance of the Emperor himself at that time was too oppressive. The date Mortarion chose was the day when the Emperor slowly comforted Horus, and Mortarion was obviously intentional.

War, war is like this. Mortarion does not accept a stupid death, but he accepts death in battle. This will be the final destination of every life. Although he is trying to live, crawling out of the ruins, dying, surviving the enemy's orbital bombardment, struggling to stagger out of the sorcery circle... Mortarion just knows that this is not his end, so he wants to live. He also hopes... at least Hades has not met his end, but if Hades has met it, the Lord of Death can only congratulate him. Congratulations with a hint of sadness. Mortarion coughed as if he was dying, and he drove the thought out of his mind. At least the Emperor, the liar, gave him a promise that was not a promise. He looked at the distance indifferently, the smoke was still there, but Mortarion knew that this comedy was over. Golden light and cheers burst out from afar, and the Lord of Death turned around without caring. He lowered his hand and signaled his Death Guards, who had experienced war and looked as tired as him, to retreat. ————————————

This is a grand military parade.

It happened after the drama of appointing the Warmaster.

On the observation platform, Mortarion shook the wine glass in front of him indifferently, watching the endless warriors twisted into a ridiculous picture at one end of the glass with boredom.

There were also figures of his proud Death Guard among them, but compared to the meaningless privates, Mortarion still hoped to see his offspring staying in the training ground, or at least staying in the cafeteria.

The military parade was like showing off one's guns one by one, and Mortarion did not understand this stupid behavior.

Even though his pistol, the Dark Lantern, was lying heavily beside him, it gave the Lord of Death a sense of security, because there was more than one person on the entire observation platform.

Mortarion sat motionlessly on the sofa in the corner of the shadow, and his brothers tacitly ignored him-because he had been labeled as a "bad-tempered weirdo".

This saved Mortarion a lot of unnecessary names, thanks to himself.

He listened to Sanguinius and Fulgrim talking loudly. The birdman sounded relatively restrained, while the chattering and boastful Nong Er was not. Fulgrim was loudly analyzing the rationality of Horus being the Warmaster - an excuse that only made it more obvious.

The Khan was on the other side, occasionally interjecting into the conversation between the two.

Mortarion was interested in none of them except for their blood and genes, thanking the angels for automatically ignoring him, and while Fulgrim clearly looked curious about Mortarion, Mortarion exuded a sense of alienation. The nearby aura successfully blocked him.

The Khan was as indifferent as Mortarion.

But there are still more than just these Primarchs on the planet. Magnus, whose head Mortarion wants to cut off, is talking to Horus.

Magnus originally chatted with the Khan and the Angel here, but after realizing that the Lord of Death was heading to this terrace, Magnus decisively went to chat with Horus - and Horus was there In his own small room, he was digesting the news that he had become the war commander.

Hearing that Luojia was also coming here, Mortarion listened to Fulgrim's loud noise in his ears, and it seemed that Luojia had started chatting with Magnus on the way.

not interested.

Mortarion only knew two primarchs, one was Horus and the other was Sanguinius. His good impression of Horus was exhausted when he saw Horus' stupidity in front of the Emperor. As for the Birdman... Mortarion only knew that Sanguinius could subdue him.

So Mortarion carefully kept his distance from Sanguinius, although Sanguinius seemed to play a big role in containing Fulgrim from shifting his interest to Mortarion's side.

But finally Fulgrim raised his silver eyebrows and cast his violet eyes on Mortarion with interest.

Not good.

Mortarion thought this, and at the same time hoped that the wind on the balcony would blow the poisonous gas around him to the high-profile Phoenix, so as to stop this shiny guy from making things difficult for him.

However, Mortarion was not a wizard, and he could not change the direction of the wind. He slowly and desperately realized that Fulgrim looked at him and spoke. Fulgrim seemed to be keen on the lively atmosphere,

Different from his tone just now, Fulgrim obviously made his accent a little more normal, no longer with a damn sense of nobility.

[Mortarion, I heard that you have a good relationship with Horus. What gift do you plan to give Horus? 】

Phoenix winked at Mortarion slyly, as if expecting Mortarion's answer in a friendly manner.

Mortarion remained motionless, and a voice that sounded like he had been dead for seven hundred years came from the armor.

[I am not on good terms with Horus. 】

There was silence for a while, Fulgrim waited for Mortarion's next words, but it was obvious that Mortarion did not intend to say the next words, so Fulgrim had no choice but to speak again,

【But I think you are also for Horus——】

Fulgrim laughed,

[Now it’s time to call the Warmaster, have you prepared a gift? 】

He watched the corpse move slowly. Mortarion picked up the bottles and jars tied to his armor and said hoarsely,

[I have been prepared for a long time... I was prepared when I first met Horus. 】

And everyone has it.

Mortarion added the second half silently in his mind.

Perhaps because he really did not expect the Lord of Death's answer, Fulgrim briefly interrupted, and then naturally and smoothly led to the gift he had prepared for the Warmaster. In addition, Phoenix also prepared some comfort for the defeated Fainus. present.

He began to chirp again to describe and praise the gifts prepared by other brothers for the Warmaster, which triggered a new round of discussion. Even the Khan, who Mortarion had just thought didn't care about anything, also carefully prepared a gift for Horus. What a surprise.

Well, the attention was once again turned away from Mortarion, who chose to remain a silent corpse.

He heard footsteps going upstairs. Someone was coming.

Mortarion moved his hand to his waist without leaving a trace. If it was Magnus who came up, he would give him two shots as a greeting.

A corner of the figure was revealed, not the flamboyant red hair. Mortarion sighed and expressed regret at the same time.

He hid behind his hood and poison gas and looked at the newcomer with impunity. The newcomer wore a dull hood. His armor reminded Mortarion of some kind of mad dervish. Golden runes were carved on it. The face is sacred and pious.

Two lines of blood and tears were solidified on both sides of the cheeks, which looked like a special decoration.

Mortarion had seen enough and looked away silently.

【Luojia? ! I didn't expect you to come too. 】

Fulgrim relied on his enthusiastic inertia to take the lead in welcoming the newcomers, but it was obvious that he did not have a good relationship with the newcomers. After that, Phoenix shut up - but Khan started talking to Luojia.

Angels and Fulgrim had been conversing before. Khan rarely spoke like Mortarion, and his speeches were mostly transparent, which kept Mortarion interested in Khan's words, so after death, The Lord began to listen to the conversation between them.

Khan raised his hand and signaled the servitor to pour wine for Luojia. Luojia waved his hand with a wry smile, and then ordered the servitor to bring a glass of water.

Then Luojia raised his glass and said hoarsely,

[Forgive me for being disrespectful, I probably shouldn't be so abstinent during our good brother's ceremony, but I have already made my vow. 】

Then Luojia raised his glass and drank the water as if drinking wine.

Dahan stood up and looked at Luo Jia,

【How have you been? The wind on you is a little stagnant. 】

[Thank you for your concern, brother. 】

Luo Jia said hoarsely, his voice seemed to be damaged,

[...I just saw some truth. 】

Mortarion raised his ears.

【He is God. 】

Mortarion instantly let out a groan of dissatisfaction. Stupidly, the Lord of Death felt that he was starting to despise himself for just showing interest.

But except for Mortarion, the other primarchs were aware of Lorgar's situation. Lorgar believed in their father, which was nothing new.

Khan frowned, like a fly on horseback hitting his face.

[Just paying attention to the running horse will be broken by the mouse hole. Maybe you should look at other scenery, Luojia. 】

Luo Jia smiled with understanding on his face,

[I know what you mean, brother, but I can't...tell what I went through. I saw the back of the paper, the shadow behind the light. God does exist, but it's not what I thought at first. 】

This time the Khan frowned completely. The Khan leaned forward, lowered his voice and made a tiger-like sound,

[Tell me, Luojia...does this have something to do with the Supreme Heaven? 】

[You mean subspace? No, that's okay, there's no psychic powers involved, it's just pure faith. 】

Luojia answered Khan's question blankly, and after seeing Luojia's reaction, Khan lazily leaned back on his chair again,

【I'm overthinking. 】

[Psionics... you might want to talk to Magnus, he was just trying to tell me about his recent discoveries about subspace,]

Luojia smiled bitterly, seeming to recall the conversation he had just had with Magnus.

[He also tried to use spiritual energy to analyze everything I experienced - no, what I experienced was completely a training, a test of gods to believers, it was not a simple subspace. 】

The Khan took a swig of wine and thoughtfully played with the wolf fangs attached to his helmet.

[What I just said made you uncomfortable, my brother? 】

[No, that's not the case. 】

Lorgar immediately apologized humbly. Among the many Primarchs, he was the gentlest one because he believed in the Emperor as a god.

This is why he has a good relationship with the most arrogant Magnus.

[But spirituality is not the answer to all problems, my brother, faith is. 】

Dahan gave a vague hum, which was regarded as an agreement.

As if to refute Magnus, who had just been telling him about psychic powers, Luojia continued to speak,

[Faith is what enables human beings to rely on their own existence in this vast universe. Faith tells human beings who they are and what they should do. 】

However, just now Magnus personally said "faith is an ugly word" in front of Luojia.

Luojia didn't agree with this. Didn't Magnus himself have an almost pious belief in psychic powers? He just hasn't realized it yet.

And belief in the God-Emperor is obviously better than belief in the subspace.

[People should have faith and believe in the right things. The Word Bearers will help the truth spread in the universe. 】

However... most of the Primarchs present knew that the planets conquered by the Word Bearers would be allowed to have faith in the God-Emperor, but after the Word Bearers left the land long enough, the Empire would send personnel to carry out imperial attacks on them. The teaching of truth.

Of course, what they know now is also a backward version.

[Faith,] Khan said succinctly, [the only thing humans need to believe in is the knife they hold in their hands, the horses under their crotches, and the wilderness wide enough to gallop. 】

Khan raised his glass, Luojia clinked it with him, drank profusely, and continued,

[You need to build yourself on yourself, not other existences. 】

Luo Jia shook her head firmly but gently.

[No, not everyone is as smart and sharp as we are. People need a sustenance, a presence to point them in the direction - otherwise they will just fall apart in self-consumption. 】

[Then let the idiots die. 】

All the Primarchs turned their heads violently. The voice came from Mortarion, and the Lord of Death interrupted abruptly, with shocking words.

[You have to be patient with humans, Mortarion. 】

Fulgrim sighed exaggeratedly, and the angel gave a rare nod, agreeing with Fulgrim's view.

【You are too pessimistic. 】

[I think I am optimistic enough. 】

Mortarion said dullly, he raised his hand,

[You go on, I don’t want to argue. 】

The Lord of Death continued to spread out, and there was no sound. Luojia glanced at Mortarion hesitantly, and finally chose to continue the topic.

[We are there to save humanity - not to destroy it, or simply to become a general. 】

Luo Jia breathed out softly,

[Our mission is to save it, and the God Emperor has given us a mission. 】

He heard the harsh breathing coming from Mortarion's side. Lorgar ignored him. Compared to Magnus's straightforward words, Mortarion just had difficulty breathing.

[I don’t ask for your understanding, brother. The holder of the truth is always lonely. You don’t know the suffering I have experienced. 】

Khan took a sip of wine nonchalantly;

[I also hope that he cares about his children instead of bringing disaster. 】

【No,】

Luo Jia turned around and stared at Khan firmly.

[Suffering also means redemption. 】

[Ciogoris is only an eagle flying high, and there is no existence struggling in suffering. I can't understand this. 】

Khan just looked away lightly and gently pushed away the topic.

Luojia paused. His brothers couldn't believe him. They agreed with his character as a brother, but they never agreed with his views.

In order to convince them, Luojia thought that he needed to produce some... other evidence,

【I saw more,】

Luojia said slowly,

【He is not the only one. 】

[I don’t understand what you mean, brother. 】

[I am only stating a fact.] Lorgar said, [Our father, the Emperor, has his right and left arms as extensions of His faith.] Archangel Sanguinius suddenly spoke, [I think you mean someone like Valdor, the leader of the Custodes?] Lorgar nodded, then shook his head, [I did not see his true form, so it is difficult for me to make a direct conclusion.] He paused for a moment, [I felt the back of the paper, dark and oppressive.] Mortarion pricked up his ears. [That is definitely not psychic power,] Lorgar said with certainty, [No psychic would give people that feeling.] [That is death - death slaps the soul like a tide. 】

Mortarion sat up, which made the Primarchs look at him, but the Lord of Death said nothing, so Lorgar continued,

[I am sure he will be the extension of the will of the God-Emperor. With a black spear carved with hellhounds, he judges the sinners - this is a religious symbol. Things are clear. The truth is on my side. 】

Mortarion stood up straight, and he strode directly towards Lorgar. He spoke straight, and his tone at the end of the sentence was emphasized,

[Tell me everything you know, my brother. 】

[My--]

Mortarion gritted his teeth,

[When did the commander become the will of the Emperor? ]

Compared to the angel, Fulgrim was the first to stand up.

The elegant Phoenix stood between the two in a panic, holding their hands to stop them, mainly Mortarion,

[I think Horus doesn't want this to happen today? ]

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