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

Chapter 447 2.27 Malcador: Hold on, this one can fight

Hades is dead.

Angron thought slowly, his eyes staring straight at the fearless man standing in the pale flames, but his attention was on Malcador.

The emotions shown by the imperial regent now tell the Lord of Red Sand that now is not a critical time.

good……

Angron thought heavily that he was not surprised by this answer.

In other words, this is the most realistic ending.

Angron was silent. He seemed to be thinking about how to tell Guilliman the bad news - or hide it from him. Robert Guilliman's situation was not very good now, and it seemed that the news should not be told to him too early.

The faint, or rather great sadness that enveloped him did not come from Angron, but from the Death Guards.

Angron glanced vaguely at the death guards who stood silently - very sad, quite sad, with helpless anger.

Generally speaking, such strong emotions would make people cry uncontrollably, collapse to the ground, and find it difficult to accept the reality, but in fact, the Death Guards just stood there and did not move much.

If Angron hadn't been able to sense people's emotions, he wouldn't have noticed anything was wrong with the Death Guard.

…Their sorrow is worthy of mourning.

Angron thought that after Malcador's words, people who were familiar with Hades naturally——

Malcador?

Angron suddenly realized that Malcador did not seem sad.

The Imperial Regent was surrounded by his golden psychic energy, making it even more difficult for Angron to touch his emotions, which made Angron deliberately ignore the old man——

The Lord of Red Sand realized that Malcador could detect Angron's behavior of spying on others.

But even after a brief inspection, Malcador did not show any sadness. Perhaps he and Hades were not familiar with each other and were just acquaintances.

Angron thought, but immediately after, Malcador showed emotions similar to "joy" and "amazing".

?

Angron realized something was wrong.

In the short time he spent with Malcador, Angron did not think that the bellicose old man would be an indifferent pervert who would be happy about the death of a noble person.

…

Angron was silent, and the original body began to assume... Is what Malcador just said really the truth?

The Lord of Red Sand stood behind Malcador. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man's back, trying to find out something.

Sensing something, Malcador turned his head slightly. Under the protective suit and hood, his smiling eyes looked at Angron with a complicated expression.

Angron instantly withdrew his perception and continued to stare at Wuwei honestly.

But deep down, Angron began to mourn for those poor Death Guards who had been deceived.

At the same time, the Lord of Red Sand also realized for the first time what the word insidious meant.

Malcador took a small step forward, and the nameless white fire that hunted began to dissipate. The flame had no temperature and slowly dispersed in the wind.

And where the white fire was scattered, the pale green slime mold began to recede.

Malcador whispered in surprise.

He stood expectantly in front of Karas Typhon. This fearless soul had become complete - although not entirely his original soul. Malcador could see the handiwork of the subspace in it.

But the subspace at this time is no longer the one they hate.

"how do you feel?"

Malcador spoke calmly, leaning on his crutches, circling around the Contempt Dauntless and looking at it.

The Dreadnought let out a hissing cry, like the sound of a person who has just been revived from drowning.

As he screamed, white fire suddenly ignited in the open space between Malcador and Fearless, and then went out again.

A huge sickle was lying silently where the flames had just extinguished. Patterns like new leaves climbed on the sickle shaft and blade. The flickering black spots in between showed that the sickle was made of black stone. .

Black stone, under different prerequisites, can counter psionic energy or amplify psionic energy.

But now, this scythe is obviously of the [spiritual enhancement] type.

Behind Malcador, Vox moved, and Malcador spoke,

"explain,"

Vox stared at the familiar scythe,

"Sir, I know this scythe. It is Lord Mortarion's [Mistletoe]. It was made by the Lord of the Fire Dragon and given to my Lord after a joint battle. It has been displayed in Lord Primarch's personal collection. room."

Malcador was thoughtful. The old man thought for a while and then laughed in disbelief. He said to himself,

"smart kid."

Malcador thought with a smile, and he felt ridiculed again. Malcador thought of Mortarion, who had to confront him in everything.

Mortarion deliberately provoked Malcador simply because Malcador was a psyker.

There is no other, any other reason.

And now, Malcador thought, this guy even left himself an anchor point in the physical world without any instruction, skillfully repaired a broken soul, and made him his representative in the physical world. This Is it inevitable that there are some——

Malcador smiled happily, feeling that he was being ridiculed again.

These two cubs of the Death Guard,

Makado thought,

Everyone is here to defeat him.

But even so, in the focus of everyone's eyes, Malcador still said calmly,

"Then he's fine."

He glanced up at Callas, who seemed to have regained his senses.

"What did you see? Say it."

Malcador said, Karas's delayed voice sounded, and he seemed to wake up from a dream,

Malcador was used to it. People who just came out of the subspace usually seemed to be enlightened in life.

"Mist..."

Karas said, as if asking himself,

"...Mortarion...why did you die so easily...No..."

Malcador glanced at the mistletoe on the ground.

"not dead."

"...if he dies-"

Karas's voice suddenly stopped,

"not dead?!"

"Mortarion is still alive?! Damn the psyker! But I saw his empty armor with my own eyes. If he still-"

Malcador struck his staff,

"I understand how you feel, but be careful with your words, psyker."

Karas paused suddenly. I am a psyker, Karas Typhon thought. He suddenly realized what he had just said. That was a personal pronoun that Mortarion or Hades would use, not what he would use. of.

"Mortarion is alive,"

Hades might not be dead either, Angron added silently in his heart.

Makado said,

"And you have proven this, Karas Typhon, that your soul is complete - why not try to use your psychic powers again? Your psychic talents are very high."

Karas paused, his mind a blur. He was still immersed in the fact that Mortarion and Hades were dead, but now the old man told him that Mortarion was not dead.

……not dead?

"Then how should we find-"

Malcador tapped his staff impatiently,

"At least we don't have to worry too much about him now. Maybe we can try somewhere where the curtain is weak,"

The old man thought of several other planets where plague broke out in the Ultramar star field.

That's it, Malcador thought.

As the old man walked, he planned his next schedule.

He needs to confirm Mortarion's condition first, and then stabilize the Ultramar region - when long-distance communications are broken, the Confederation becomes particularly important.

Then there was waiting, Makha thought, waiting for the moment when the subspace turbulence subsided. It only took a moment - or a signpost, to support Cartier and the fleet heading to the dark side of the empire.

Great