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

Chapter 367 357. Hades only cares about the people he should care about

[Nikaea Theatre, Death Guard Regiment Lounge]

This is wrong, one-sided, should not happen, biased, personal, calculated, and unfortunate.

Now is the meeting of Nicaea, Hades thought, and he emphasized in his heart that Tzeentch will appear at the meeting of Nicaea. At the same time, this conference is also an important meeting that determines the direction of the empire.

He should be on Magnus's side now, guarding against any possible anomalies and avoiding Magnus's astonishing wisdom as much as possible.

But he might not be able to leave for the time being. Angron's kindness temporarily trapped Hades. Hades should have left some time to introduce the two parties to each other, but it was a pity that the timing of the two original bodies meeting was too coincidental.

So Hades can only hope that the Emperor and Malcador, or the Imperial Army, will be more powerful. He has contacted Malcador through the channel to keep an eye on Magnus. The Imperial Prime Minister will not disappoint him.

At the same time, Hades was always paying attention to the possible sudden summons of Malcador in the channel, as well as the movements of the surrounding psychic fields. The Sisters of Silence and the Forbidden Army were already moving towards the Thousand Sons' lounge.

Hades sat silently, his eyes slowly sliding towards the pastry plate held by the servitor next to him. Maybe he could...

In front of Hades, whose eyes were wandering, the two original bodies were confronting each other. They didn't even introduce themselves to each other. Angron stood in front of Hades, frowning deeply. He seemed very... Puzzled.

Opposite Angron, Mortarion had one hand on his hip and the other hand holding a giant scythe. No, the hand on his hip was just for the convenience of drawing the gun at any time.

Mortarion remained motionless. He stared at Angron expressionlessly, seeming confused and puzzled.

The two original bodies have been in a stalemate for three minutes. Hades doesn't know what kind of mime they are playing, or whether the original body has awakened some communication method such as telepathy.

But the low pressure of the two original bodies was too obvious, which made Hades dare not speak easily - no matter what, he had to wait until Mortarion and Angron introduced themselves to each other before speaking.

At first, Hades felt bad. He realized that this was very similar to him wearing a suit of Macraggean blue armor to find Mortarion; later, he felt a little bored because neither of the two Primarchs responded. , there shouldn't be any bad bloodshed, besides, the emperor and the angels are here; finally, Hades looked at the plate of snacks, and decided to eat something to cushion him first. Anyway, the meeting was expected to last for a long time, so he had to eat enough. It's better to beat Pony or Tzeentch.

Mortarion looked expressionless as he watched Hades silently extend his hand towards the plate of snacks.

Yes, this is Hades.

This is the commander of the Death Guard.

Mortarion should pour all the food in the break room into the waste gas treatment barrel, then shoot into it, curse those innocent cereal baked goods in the most vicious words, and then pour the seventh-level industrial sewage into it, and finally Throw Hades upside down and headfirst into the pile of vomit.

If it were Mortarion in the past, the Lord of Death would not hesitate to slash anyone in front of him with his scythe, no matter who it was, but after he led the Death Guard alone to conquer the world, those years were also in Mortarion. Talion's body was marked with indelible marks.

There was a deep hissing sound under the poisonous gas mask of the Lord of Death, and a clanging sound of metal was heard. Mortarion let go directly, and the giant scythe of Silence slammed into the wall behind him, leaning against it.

Like a zombie rising from the grave, Mortarion slowly stretched out a hand towards Angron.

His hoarse voice was almost like rubbing sandpaper, making it difficult to hear clearly.

[Mortarion, leader of the Death Guard and Lord of Barbarus. 】

Angron smiled, even though his teeth were bared in this hearty smile. He strode forward, held Mortarion's hand like a clap, and shook it vigorously.

[Angron, the commander of the Twelfth Legion of the World Eaters, I'm glad to meet you. 】

Just as the two original bodies were shaking hands, the great Hades arrived at his loyal dessert plate. Hades pulled the plate in skillfully and naturally, and by the way, he raised his head to see the two original bodies who finally made a move.

His hand holding the snack paused, and both Mortarion and Angron stared at him.

"Uh... why don't we all sit down and chat while eating?"

Hades said hesitantly, was there a brief fluctuation in the spiritual field just now? The gazes of the two original bodies made him distracted for a moment.

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Mortarion should have imagined this.

Starting with Guilliman... No, maybe the beginning of the incident was even longer than that. He remembered that it was Hades who could calmly communicate with Perturabo, and it was Hades who was praised by Horus. Guilliman was the leader. The ones who appreciate it more are Hades and even Luojia...

The commander of the Death Guard was far more popular than he thought.

Well, you should have expected that this scene would happen sooner or later.

Mortarion thought expressionlessly, Hades was shining enough and he had the ability to unite the Death Guard, which proved that he had the ability to unite other legions.

Just...just...

He stared at Hades, who had already matched the size of the original body, and had made friends with another legion. Mortarion thought of Karastifon's ridicule to him, and it was he who was left behind in the end, like... Carastyphon who was abandoned on the mountainside.

If you don't have the ability, then you can only watch your former comrades advance and go away to a more grand battlefield...

No……

Mortarion thought painfully, had he really stood still? The Lord of Death led the Death Guard to fight everywhere. He successfully conquered countless worlds with minimal damage. He established diplomatic relations with the Iron Hands and at the same time managed the Barbarus galaxy remotely. He has done enough. Compared to his In the past, the Lord of Death has already stood on a new ladder.

But why did Karas's ridicule keep echoing in his ears? Did Typhon also drink this poisonous wine called incompetence and self-blame?

Jealousy, irritation, anger, unwillingness, panic, self-blame, helplessness——

[Are you okay, brother? 】

Angron's voice sounded, unbelievably, he called him brother, but there was worry in this guy's voice.

Mortarion's eyes suddenly opened, and the Lord of Death stood up instantly. He looked at Angron warily, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and pointed it at Angron.

【wizard. 】

Mortarion said.

Before he finished speaking, he saw Hades jump up nervously. A familiar feeling of discomfort instantly enveloped the room. Hades looked around nervously, but it was visible to the naked eye that Hades began to become confused.

"Mortarion, where are the psychic seeds?"

Hades spoke,

Mortarion blew out a breath of poisonous gas from under his mask, and he spoke angrily,

【Right before your eyes. 】

Mortarion then saw Hades staring at him in confusion.

Although this was unseemly, Mortarion thought he could die from anger here.

[This is...this is numerology. 】

Mortarion said bitterly,

In order to be wary of Magnus's conspiracy, Mortarion did use numerology to help him better capture the flow of psychic energy. This was what made Mortarion discover Angron's little move just now.

Just when Mortarion and Hades were communicating with their eyes, Angron suddenly slapped his legs and laughed,

[Relax, my brothers, you all look nervous? 】

Angron said, while opening his hands easily,

[You are quite hostile to me. Why, Mortarion? I had hoped to fight alongside you, as I heard you and the Death Guard were quite tough. 】

【...Who told you about me and my legion——】

Mortarion said angrily, but before he finished speaking, Mortarion knew that he had asked a stupid question. Could anyone else be there?

As the tide of the black realm receded, Hades said "I" very proudly, but he was still absent-minded.

Mortarion inserted the dagger back cleanly. He stood there in silence, not knowing what to do as he was interrupted by the farce.

First of all, he was angry, maybe sad, he felt that Karas had experienced the poisonous wine, and the poisonous juice he had brewed finally flowed into his veins.

But secondly, he looked at Hades. Hades was still the same Hades. Mortarion could realize that Hades's attention was not here. He was alert to some kind of existence. Even if Hades tried hard The ground is paying some attention here.

Hades' real attention was not at all on his old friends whom he had not seen for a long time, nor on his new friends.

Mortarion sighed in defeat.

He seemed to have just remembered that this was Nicaea. The trial of Magnus was still going on. The Emperor was about to return to Terra. This was a discussion about psykers. The Lord of Death had originally prepared for this meeting. too long.

Mortarion slumped back in his seat. He watched Hades sit back indifferently and continue to pick up snacks and eat naturally - Hades was good at making senseless and weird words while eating, but now he Nothing was said. Mortarion could only see the silent Hades when Hades was busy stuffing a mouthful of rice while issuing urgent documents.

Hades's channel is definitely open, and he may even be using radio waves to communicate with people from the outside world.

After realizing this, Mortarion gave up and buried his head in his hands.

He recalled that he had spent day and night collecting evidence, negotiating with Leman Russ with suppressed temper, arranging poisons, and performing actions against the Thousand Sons countless times.

Mortarion finally thought of Magnus's call to adjourn the meeting. If Mortarion could insist on adjourning the meeting, would Magnus have been punished now?

He gave away his victory with his own hands.

Why? Because of Hades? What did Hades do?

Mortarion was painfully aware that Hades didn't care. Is this because Hades trusted him? Or is it because Hades has no time to care about anything else? The Council of Nicaea was supposed to be the execution ground for soulless ones to punish psykers. What did he do?

Mortarion looked at Angron. Angron was sitting there, looking at Mortarion with confusion and worry. Does he know what he did?

Could this be Angron's fault? But wouldn't it be a good thing if his brothers saw another legion supporting Hades?

It occurred to Mortarion that he had been left behind for a reason.

After a brief moment of inner confusion, Mortarion spoke directly,

[Hades, the Silent Order is calling you, right? 】

He saw Hades nodded,

【Let’s go. 】

Mortarion said that he saw Hades getting up and preparing to leave without hesitation, and smiled apologetically at him. Hades trusted him as always, and the eyes he looked at him were still the same as when he stepped into the first place of the Death Guard. The look in Bo's eyes was the same when he landed in the warehouse.

Hades is saying, brother, I believe you.

He believed that Mortarion could understand for himself that this was not the time for personal issues, just as he had directly handed over air supremacy to Mortarion on the battlefield.

The door closed and Mortarion bowed, staring at the plate with only the remains.

[Okay, I still don't understand what happened. 】

Angron's voice sounded in front of Mortarion,

[But you suddenly became depressed, my brother. 】

Mortarion's eyes remained unblinking as he stared at Angron.

[Don’t you care about my hostility towards you? 】

The Lord of Death said calmly, and Angron grinned,

[I believe that friends of friends are still friends. You don’t know how many stories Hades has told me about you before, as if he has no other stories except Barbarus and the Death Guard. I’m tired of hearing it. 】

Mortarion smiled weakly under the gas mask, and now he only hoped that his impulse had not slowed down Hades's punishment of the psykers.

He couldn't be more wrong.

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