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

Chapter 425 2.5 After the fight

[Macragge Today’s Quick Report]

[The Death Guard of the Fourteenth Legion successfully arrived on our planet and had a full and in-depth conversation with the Lord of Macragge, Robert Guilliman, specifically on the security and humanistic environment of the Five Hundred Kingdoms of Ultramar. . 】

[After the meeting, the two adults went further to the training room of the Ultramarines Legion for friendly communication, showing the deep friendship between the Ultramarines of the Thirteenth Legion and the Death Guard of the Fourteenth Legion. 】

[Lord Guilliman said that this meeting was a successful meeting, a...]

Guilliman's personal training room, dueling stage,

Mortarion let out a hoarse laugh. He used his scythe as a crutch and slowly walked towards Guilliman, who was lying on his back, breathing loudly.

Both of them were in a state of distress, but there were not many external injuries.

Mortarion walked over, his eyes shining with gloating,

【weak--】

Before he could finish speaking, he fell straight down due to lack of strength. Guilliman quickly turned to the side and heard the sound of Mortarion's nose touching the ground without any ripples in his heart.

【draw,】

Guilliman said that even though they had simulated fighting before, Guilliman still could not understand Mortarion's abyss-like endurance.

[A draw, even if you wish to fight again, I will not choose to accept it. 】

Guilliman said calmly that he felt better now than the anger he felt before the war, probably because he was too tired to think about anything else.

He no longer had the energy to be angry. After the surge of anger, all he was left with was instinctive thinking.

The battle with Mortarion will be a protracted one, and Guilliman is already convinced that Mortarion's tactics include the option of "tiring the enemy to death."

Mortarion breathed hoarsely and tried to stand up. He shouldn't have simulated training with Guilliman before. This damn guy with blue eyes had been learning.

If both of them had not intended to stop fighting, Guilliman, who had fought against Mortarion several times, might have had a higher winning rate.

【All right,】

Mortarion said slowly,

[Who initiated this duel invitation first? 】

Mortarion stood up unsteadily. He stood up. Under the white light on the top of the duel platform, he looked like a tall and thin man.

Mortarion shook his head and picked up his scythe first. Then he turned his head and glanced at Guilliman with disgust.

Under the duel stage, Gallo and Vox crossed their arms and said nothing, while the other Ultramarines looked like they were about to scream.

Mortarion pulled Guilliman up with one hand.

Guilliman simply said thank you, and Mortarion immediately let go and rubbed his hand against the oil-stained area on the sickle shaft.

[You were the one who provoked me first. 】

Guilliman gritted his teeth, raised his hand to signal Gage that he was okay, and at the same time began to think about how to comfort the frightened Ms. Euton, and how to regulate the transportation lines in the current world of Ultramar.

But at that moment, Guilliman did feel an unknown rage, even though it had subsided now.

Hearing Guilliman's words, Mortarion laughed dryly, remembering something funny.

[Nothing to say, idealistic fellows, watch inside - it's time for the Death Guard to go. 】

Even though he was still tired, his strength had begun to surge. Mortarion quickly put on his breathing mask and hood and prepared to leave.

【etc,】

Guilliman said,

[I just received a text message from Terra, Malcador is heading to Macragge. 】

Mortarion's hooded hand paused.

Malcador? That damn psyker?

[When did he arrive at Macragge? 】

Mortarion asked,

"I don't know," Guilliman said. "Warp communications are very vague. This message from Malcador is incomplete. This is all we receive." 】

Guilliman paused.

[I lost the few psykers I had left who could barely function because of this. 】

Mortarion remembered the scene of his previous duel with Malcador, and he laughed dryly,

[Cunning psyker... Malcador's psionic power is much rougher than he appears. 】

Guilliman continued,

[I wish you could stay a little longer, Mortarion? 】

Although he emotionally hoped that Mortarion would leave the Earth as far away as possible, intellectually, Guilliman knew that two Primarchs were stronger than one.

...He once again lamented in his heart why it wasn't Hades.

[You don’t seem to understand the situation. Now, with two large armies in Ultramar, we can completely absorb the human fleets that have fallen into chaos due to subspace turbulence. 】

Guilliman swallowed and continued to speak clearly,

[There are no original bodies and legions in other star fields, and when the star torch is extinguished and communications fail, there will definitely be quite a commotion. 】

【That's their business. 】

Mortarion said calmly,

[Then what is your business, Mortarion? 】

Guilliman asked, Mortari paused, and then the Lord of Death spoke,

[Find the starting point of it all, and then end it all. 】

[Do you know where the starting point is and have the means to end it? 】

Mortarion was silent, and then he gritted his teeth,

【……No. 】

Guilliman opened his arms, raised his eyebrows, and stared at his stubborn brother.

Mortarion took a deep breath,

[At least the Death Guard should be on the battlefield instead of being wasted here,]

[It’s very peaceful here, very... very good, we are not needed. 】

Mortarion said that he saw the smile on Guilliman's lips, and the Lord of Death decided to take back what he just said,

[Brothers, only when you are stationed here can you play a real role. Before the situation is clear, every ounce of strength should be dormant and conserved instead of wasted. 】

Mortarion thought about the blood in the Death Guard torture chamber some time ago.

Mortarion was silent. He strode off the duel platform, the balance of decision-making swaying.

Now the Death Guard is indeed unable to calibrate its direction. This is a very difficult problem, and... Guilliman was also right, he didn't know what happened.

If it was Malcador... Mortarion thought that the psyker would definitely know something. Hades had worked with Malcador, and Malcador was also responsible for the logistics of the Order of Silence. If he hoped to get If he had some information, then there was no way he could miss Malcador.

[It seems you really want an ally, Guilliman. 】

Mortarion said that he casually wrapped the scar on his arm with the bandage on the sickle pole. In order not to cause injuries that would affect the subsequent battle work of both parties, both primates wore light armor and fought with restraint.

[Then you should be kind to your ally next time instead of inviting him to the duel just after he lands. 】

Mortarion said as he walked towards the door, his route happened to pass by Joden who was holding tea and had been nervously watching the battle between the two primarchs.

Mortarion was convinced that he had shown Lady Jotun how well Robert Guilliman, her adopted son, was suited to being treated roughly, that the Primarch was indestructible, that Guilliman was still too pampered—

Turning the time back a quarter of an hour, he tried to smash Guilliman's head to the ground. Guilliman, who was fighting back, kicked him violently at the same time. Mortarion coughed up a mouthful of blood. He was sure that his internal organs were damaged by this. Blue Dwarf kicked out of position.

Mortarion breathed calmly, and he heard Guilliman's exclamation behind him. He casually walked to Yuden and took away the tea prepared by Ms. Yuden very naturally.

Mortarion would not dwell on the details of who this cup of tea was for.

[Thank you, ma'am. 】

He said, then walked away with the tea. Mortarion took off his mask and took a sip of tea.

[The Death Guard will stop briefly in Macragge until the Death Guard's navigator finds the correct passage. 】

Mortarion stretched out his hand and waved. Guilliman behind him could only see the teacup the size of the original body in Mortarion's hand.

[Then,] Mortarion sneered, [Thanks to the Lord of Macragge for taking me in. 】

【where did you go? ! 】

Guilliman's last angry shout came from behind Mortarion,

Mortarion smiled,

[Look at Macragge. 】

The soft voice of the Lord of Death blew from the corner of the door.

Guilliman sighed softly. He regretted it very much now and regretted his mistake just now.

But that's okay, because another brother is coming.

Great! Double update!