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

Chapter 427 2.7 Two people squat and one person stands

At this moment, Macragge was crowded with people.

People were coming and going, men, women, old people, children, they were bustling through the wide streets, heading towards their own destination, either a tavern or Macragge's port.

This scene reflected in Mortarion's eyes. He seemed to be thinking, but also seemed not to be thinking about anything at all. He silently wrote down what he saw and observed.

…

Maybe staying here isn't the right choice.

Mortarion's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything. He leaned against the wall naturally, holding the pancake snack he "bought" in his hand. The human-sized fruit pancake was like a piece of biscuit in his hand. That way.

【Mortarion,】

Guilliman's voice came from the communication channel, with a hint of anger. Mortarion turned off the communication very consciously, waiting for the brother who was always angry over the smallest things to arrive.

He watched indifferently as the crowd watching them on the street dispersed with a cry of surprise, followed by the tired blue armor. Mortarion raised his eyebrows and saw his brothers walking towards him. .

Not surprisingly, Guilliman kept his standard smile, but Mortarion could see murderous intent in that smile, but the other...

...Angron?

An unexpected guy, but Mortarion didn't care.

——————

Guilliman took a deep breath, turned his head silently, glanced at the two people beside him, then took another deep breath, and covered his eyes with his hands in self-indulgence.

At this moment, the entire street was blocked, and the Ultramarines patrolled the intersection seriously, patiently persuading pedestrians to change their routes.

And all this is for...

Guilliman took another deep breath,

Beside him, two original bodies were squatting. Mortarion and Angron were half-crouching by the street, eating and chatting.

There is no consciousness or image of being the original body.

If Guilliman had learned some ancient Terran proverb, then he should be thinking now,

It’s hard, the fist is hard.

Guilliman took a deep breath. Of course he would like his brother to visit the lands he ruled - but not now.

It lacked any of the majesty of the Primarch, and Guilliman felt ashamed to be on the same street as Mortarion.

His brothers should be noble and honorable people, such as Sanguinius or Fulgrim. They are all good primarchs who pay attention to their personal image and the image of the Legion. Even Russ——

No, not Russ, Guilliman thought, the wolf might as well be charging into the streets of Macragge, teasing his people.

Now Motari arranges for Ruth to follow.

Guilliman thought angrily, but because of the first impression Angron made on him, Guilliman automatically thought that it was Mortarion who led Angron astray.

Instead of like just now, Angron skillfully took the pancake from Mortarion's hand, and after looking around, he found that there was no chair the size of the original body, so Angron squatted down naturally.

After Angron crouched down, Mortarion also crouched down silently.

The two primarchs turned their heads and looked at Guilliman, who was still standing beside them.

Guilliman maintained a perfect smile at this moment, like a sculpture.

So the two men stopped paying attention to Guilliman, and they began to concentrate on dealing with Macragge's specialties in their hands.

[What do you think of this place, brother? 】

Angron said as he observed the street pancakes that the Lord of Death personally selected and the Lord of Macragge was forced to pay for.

This is a simple pancake made of white flour, wrapped in cloud-like whipped cream, mixed with red and purple fresh berries. This reminds Angron of Nusria. In the high mountains of Nusria, there are also Have similar berries ever grown? Because he had seen such fruit-colored decorations appear on the tables of nobles.

Angron smiled, and those things were over. He looked at the smiling canine branded on the pancake due to the difference in heat, and took a bite.

Mortarion looked at the pancake he had just picked slowly, as if he was anorexic. His eyes were not as eager to look at the food as he was looking at the bolter bullets.

But a long time ago, when he had not been waiting for food delivery in his office for three days in a row, the look in his eyes when he kicked the door of Hades' office was not like it is today.

【……not good. 】

Mortarion said, carefully picking up a mint-like green leaf on the outside of the pancake and eating it. The stimulating and slightly sweet taste bloomed in his mouth. The expression on Mortarion's face proved that he did not like sweets.

Guilliman tilted his head. He smiled, brighter than the August sun, and so was the anger in his eyes.

[I implore you to repeat what you just said, Mortarion. 】

No, thought Mortarion, the fight has already been fought, there is no point in fighting again.

【very good,】

Mortarion said,

[In terms of appreciation alone. 】

He added, then turned his head boredly, deciding not to argue with this guy who was always surprised in some inexplicable way,

Mortarion didn't understand Guilliman's emphasis on personal image, glory and other things, just like Guilliman didn't understand that sometimes, for the sake of safety, he needed to give up some freedom and prosperity.

He won't understand.

Mortarion thought that at least Guilliman would have to suffer a little. He would remind Guilliman, but the choice rested with the Lord of Macragge. After all, this was his Macragge.

He stared at some kind of canine creature smiling at him on the pancake. This shouldn't be like this. Mortarion should be on the battlefield instead of doing nothing here. He was wasting his life in an extremely luxurious way. Way.

He should be fighting aliens on the battlefield, he should be at the command table, he should appear on the front line, he can even appear in the medical room, instead of squatting in confusion on the streets of Macragge like this now, with two A waste of life by idiots who have no idea what's going on.

... Even a person like Hades, who is accustomed to being lazy, would not choose to relax at this moment.

Angron blinked. The Lord of the Red Sands felt something. He stared at his empty hands, savoring the smell from Macragge.

Sweet and sour, with just the right fragrance, Macragge is synonymous with freshness and vitality. Everything here is vibrant, full of hope and vitality, but for some people, it may be a bit exciting.

【Are you nervous? 】

Angron asked abruptly. He did not look at Mortarion, even though Mortarion suddenly turned his head and brought up the wind, which blew onto Angron's face.

[It seems that you are fully aware of and in control of everything that is happening now, Angron? 】

Mortarion's sarcastic voice sounded, and Angron raised his hand to indicate that he meant no harm.

【I am also very nervous,】

He said,

[None of us know what happened, but we are sure something bad happened. 】

Mortarion sneered, mocking Angron's nonsense.

Angron slowed his words, he could feel each word lingering in his mouth, then catching the wind of Macragge,

【Mortarion,】

Angron's tone became serious,

[Now, I feel something ominous, so I want to confirm one thing with you. 】

He heard Mortarion's breathing stop. After a long time, the Lord of Death said quickly in a low voice,

[I would like to answer. 】

It seems that he may have realized what the Lord of the Red Sand wanted to ask,

Angron paused for a moment, as if mourning,

【Is he still alive? 】

Angron asked,

But the answer to him was not a declarative sentence,

【What did you feel too? 】

Angron turned his head and saw Mortarion staring at him, the pancake in his hand trembling, the sun shining on the whipped cream,

Angron nodded, and Mortarion let out a breathy hiss. Now Angron began to wonder if Mortarion really had some kind of respiratory disease.

He saw the pancake corpse in Mortarion's hand screaming silently. Even though the Lord of Death did not move, there was no expression on his face, but the pancake had been crushed and the pulp inside overflowed.

【Are you still eating? 】

Angron asked suddenly. He watched Mortarion, who had fallen into a certain emotion, suddenly come back to his senses, and then subconsciously handed over the pancake in his hand.

This proves that Mortarion has not yet recovered.

Angron simply thanked him and settled it in one bite. Desserts always brought him a good mood. He grinned.

Angron stood up and patted Mortarion.

[I feel that he has successfully eliminated an enemy of the empire again,]

Angron said,

[I was still thinking about attending the award ceremony given to him by the empire, but then something like this happened on the way. 】

Mortarion stood up slowly, now more like a tall and thin straw,

【You don’t have to be so hypocritical...】

said the Lord of Death, his voice hoarse,

[The Death Guard never run away from their own deaths, nor do we mourn their deaths. 】

Mortarion took a deep breath,

[...I just hope that we can set foot on the battlefield as soon as possible. 】

【it's here,】

Mortarion looked far away, the pure blue of Macragge overlaying his eyes, mixing with the green of Barbarus.

[Staying and resting here is disrespectful to the deceased. 】

Mortarion said.

Elsewhere, Guilliman was wondering whether the third-person pronoun in the mouths of the two primarchs was Hades, and what exactly "feeling" was.

Oops, I have an exam tonight, so I'm a little late.

I tried to go faster and more, because here in the Great Rebellion, if the main plot does not involve the protagonist, it is really impossible to jump too fast. After a few words of explanation, I felt a little uncomfortable, but if I didn't jump, it would be a bit difficult for me to produce according to my production capacity.

The protagonist's great rebellion still has a major event, isn't it just offline to 40k?