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

Emperor's Dream, single luxury treatment room.

Three months before reconstructive surgery.

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The originally luxurious and fragrant healing room was now filled with Barbarus's unique poisonous atmosphere.

These poisonous gases were specially sent to collect the poisonous gas from Barbarus, and then the compressed poisonous gas was mixed with the air on the Emperor's Dream according to the proportion, and then discharged into this huge and empty healing room.

The owner of the room, Mortarion, was sitting beside the bed, quietly reading a thick book.

He was not wearing a gas mask, and the concentration of poisonous gases on Barbarus could be called pleasant air.

Mortarion was wearing simple white casual clothes. The large and comfortable cloth was hanging loosely on his body, revealing the bandages and medical gel underneath.

There was nothing else in the entire room except a bed, a workbench, and a huge bookshelf filled with books.

Mortarion asked that all the bells and whistles be moved out. He really couldn't appreciate the intricately carved decorations that shone with gold, or were sewn with thousands of kinds of silk cloth to praise the achievements of the warriors. carpet.

Waste, complete waste, and a complacent act of showing off one's taste.

Mortarion could not understand these actions of the Empire, but he also accepted the mission given to him by the Emperor.

After he decapitated Nak'rai and passed out, it was the Emperor, his so-called biological father, who saved him and Hades.

When Mortarion woke up, the man with the golden light slowly came to him.

He showed Mortarion the scale of the Empire, and he showed Mortarion how much of the human world was now struggling under xenos rule.

He extended an invitation to Mortarion to free those humans who were in dire straits.

He made a promise to Mortarion, giving him a large and powerful space army, and giving him a chance to transform the Barbarus people.

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"Mortarion, my son, join us."

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There was no doubt that Mortarion agreed with the Emperor.

The terms he offered were too tempting and the force he displayed was too powerful. Mortarion had no other choice.

Facing the Emperor, no one has any other choice but to surrender.

nobody.

Maybe this man named the Emperor is a good person?

Such childish and absurd ideas filled Mortarion's mind.

Over the past few months, Mortarion had been resting peacefully in the infirmary.

The huge star ring under construction is rotating in the sky above Barbarus.

His Death Guard were brought to these rings, where they would be transformed by the Empire and become Space Marines, the true blades of Mortarion.

Mortarion had seen those Imperial troops called Space Marines, and it was incredible.

A strong body that ordinary people cannot achieve, superhuman reflexes, superb memory, combat experience that can be passed down from generation to generation, and power armor specially built for war.

Such powerful warriors, if Mortarion had been given seven such warriors in Barbarus, he would have been able to quell all the aliens in Barbarus within a month.

Mortarion couldn't help but feel excited at the thought that he could lead such an army in the future.

He will lead these powerful warriors to save mankind from the hands of alien races.

"Dang."

The door to the infirmary made a soft sound, interrupting Mortarion's thoughts.

somebody is coming.

Maybe it's another scientific researcher who came to check the injuries. Mortarion thought impatiently. He has already recovered. These injuries are not worth spending such a long time to recover. He doesn't want to spend time on recuperation anymore. He wants to Go meet your own troops.

But when the door slowly opened to the right and a faint golden light shone from there——

The visitor was wearing simple clothes, a minimalist brown linen top, loose trousers that showed off the slender legs, gold threads were thinly embroidered on the edges of the clothes, and golden olive leaves lay quietly on the black hair. Elegance and nobility are evident in every gesture.

——It’s the Emperor.

Mortarion did not move, stubbornly pretending that the people who came in were medical personnel, and continued to pretend that he was studying.

He didn't want to salute.

The emperor walked in and frowned in displeasure. The originally luxuriously furnished healing room was removed, leaving only the most basic daily necessities. All the elegant and gorgeous golden sculptures were removed, and those praising the achievements of the warriors were removed. The carpets have also been removed, and the various types of furniture that ordinary people like to relax on are gone.

The whole room was even filled with poisonous gas!

The Emperor couldn't help but frown again, as if he was very dissatisfied with Mortarion's arrangement.

But he quickly regained his calm and even benevolent expression. He walked over calmly, ignoring Mortarion's own little awkwardness, and sat directly on the edge of the bed, next to Mortarion.

Mortarion reluctantly raised his head,

"Good afternoon, father."

"Good afternoon, Mortarion."

Then the Emperor raised his head and looked around,

"Is this air your personal hobby?"

"Yes, father, I don't like the original air here."

Mortarion looked calm and said confidently,

The emperor nodded slightly and continued to speak calmly,

"Son, I hope you can pay attention to your external image."

When Mortarion walked out of the infirmary for the first time, he ignored all the Custodes who saluted him.

Mortarion didn't reply.

"As the leader who will lead the legion in the future, we must establish a good image for the human empire."

"Okay, I'll pay attention, father."

The Emperor did not have the patience to continue the conversation this time. He waved and a Custodian carrying a tray came in.

The Emperor removed a specially crafted syringe from the tray.

Golden eyes looked at Mortarion,

"Your friend, Hades, was seriously injured and is still being treated."

"And for his transformation surgery, we need some of your blood."

Hades, his best friend, his right-hand man, Mortarion was very worried about him. In his last memory, Hades was dying and did not look like he could survive.

Mortarion extended his right hand without hesitation and rolled up his sleeve.

The Emperor still maintained that perfect expression, calm yet filled with divinity and kindness. He accurately inserted the needle into the solid skin of the original body, and the blood slowly flowed out.

Mortarion watched his blood flow out little by little,

"Is this going to specifically cultivate a set of modified organs?"

Mortarion asked. In fact, through his continuous reading of the Empire's books, he knew that during the transformation operations of those Space Marines, modified organs containing the original body's genes would be implanted.

"Yes, you are very clever, my boy."

The emperor's indifferent voice sounded. He lowered his head and silently stared at the needle.

Enough blood has been drawn.

Mortarion couldn't wait to stretch his arm back. Under the powerful recovery ability of the original body, the pinhole healed quickly.

"Is he going to be okay?"

Mortarion still remembered Hades' ability to explode before his death. If it weren't for Hades, he would not have succeeded.

But that ability, what exactly is it? This didn't quite fit with what Mortarion had read about the characteristics of the Untouchables.

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The Emperor looked up, his golden eyes staring emotionlessly into Mortarion's amber eyes—

Mortarion's expression turned blank for a moment.

For just a moment, the Emperor withdrew his gaze, and Mortarion seemed as if nothing had happened.

Mortarion watched silently as the Emperor walked out, then lowered his head and began to read.

"Ding"

The door is closed.

small theater:

The Emperor had a kind smile on his face.

Heart: Hardened, fist hardened.

It's not amnesia, don't worry.

In fact, the Emperor is quite fond of Old Mo. I think it’s because Mortarion’s stance is particularly in line with the Emperor’s taste.

Mortarion: Extreme human race + extreme rejection of aliens + materialistic god of war.

Speaking of the materialistic God of War, after becoming a demon, Mortarion tried to talk science to a Great Unclean One of Nurgle, leaving him speechless.