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

Chapter 453 2.33 It’s fantasy time!

【One month later】

"You can meet now."

Imperial Regent Malcador said slowly, staring at the two Primarchs in front of him, who seemed to have mixed feelings about the news.

Guilliman frowned.

[I heard some bad rumors. How are our brothers now? 】

Since Yax's return, the Death Guard have maintained a state of heightened alert and... madness.

They claimed to have recovered the original body, but from beginning to end, Mortarion himself did not say a word and never appeared.

Guilliman suspected that something happened to Mortarion at the hands of Chaos in the Warp... that prevented him from showing up.

At the same time, after the Death Guard returned to Macragge, a small flu broke out on Macragge, which could even infect the Ultramarines. After experiencing the previous events, Guilliman paid special attention to this.

The Lord of Macragge personally organized the closure and investigation of the city, but the final result was beyond his expectation.

After examining patients one-on-one, Guilliman discovered that 80 percent of them were not "themselves."

They have the same origin as those traitors...the Hydra.

From the beginning of the illness, Guilliman had been proactively reporting the situation to Malcador. The old man had been tired for a while, but his condition had improved in recent days.

Malcador thought for a while and finally told Guilliman to control the patients. He told Guilliman that the flu would most likely be good for them.

Before, Guilliman would have laughed it off, thinking that what the old man said was biased and inconsistent with the truth of the empire. But now, Guilliman has acquiesced. Maybe there really is a "good wizard" in the subspace, who can use it to Enemies help them in similar ways.

He didn't know yet that the "good wizard" was Mortarion, but it didn't matter, he would know it soon.

Angron smiled,

[Looks like our brother is recovering well? 】

He looked at Malcador, who was finally feeling better.

[Makado, it’s time for you to relax. With Guilliman and I in charge, plus Mortarion who is about to recover, at least nothing major will happen in the near future. 】

Makado smiled slightly, but the two Primarchs were already used to this rather gloomy old politician who also liked to sarcasticly comment on others.

"I did relax well-"

Malcador said in a weird voice,

"Thank you for your other brother."

As Machado spoke, he seemed to think of something funny, and even this old man who had been in politics for a long time and was not easy to show his emotions and anger laughed happily.

Nothing would please [the psyker] Malcador more than appreciating the fact that Mortarion, who realized he was a psyker, broke through the defenses.

Ha ha.

Every time he thought about this, Malcador would laugh out loud from the bottom of his heart. There was rarely such pure fun, and the person involved was completely responsible for it.

Even in order to prevent Mortarion's uncontrolled psychic energy from causing pollution, Malcador and the Death Guard "temporarily placed" the newly born [Pale Lord] in the Zero Company used by the Death Guard to imprison psychic species. In the cell.

The other anti-psionic equipment on the Endurance was turned off or lowered one by one in accordance with Malcador's orders within this month.

After all, the Death Guard could not banish Mortarion back to the Warp aboard the Endurance.

Ha ha.

Malcador laughed inwardly again.

This joy even diluted the sadness caused by his time in Macragge.

"You need to be mentally prepared. Mortarion has not only lost part of his memory,"

"Of course, I think you know this, and with the abilities of the two of you, there will definitely be no problem communicating with him. However, what I want to emphasize in advance is-"

Malcador said easily,

"Your brother has changed his appearance. I think you can simply refer to the image of Sanguinius for your imagination."

"Okay, let's go."

The old man said as he gave way, seven silent Death Guards stood behind Malcador, preparing to lead the two originals aboard the Endurance.

Guilliman and Angron looked at each other, each seeing... some kind of panic in the other's eyes.

Even the Primarchs' otherworldly imaginations struggled to imagine a Mortarion like Sanguinius.

The two originals walked on the corridor of the Endurance, quietly opening the private channel and communicating with each other.

[It’s hard to imagine... Could it be that Mortarion has smooth blond hair? 】

Angron whispered, Sanguinius...he could not draw any similarity between Sanguinius's handsome appearance and Mortarion, who "although handsome" "looks like a leper" .

Mortarion with long silky hair was the limit of what he could imagine.

Angron thought about it, and saw the image of Mortarion with long, silky hair, shaking his hair.

He better not think about it.

Guilliman was also silent,

[Perhaps fangs,]

The Lord of Macragge said, [But I didn't pay much attention to Mortarion's teeth - he always wore a mask. 】

Angron realized that Guilliman had also automatically skipped the option of Mortarion becoming handsome.

The Lord of Red Sand coughed awkwardly,

[Okay, I mean... is there a possibility that Malcador was referring to Mortarion becoming as... more popular as Sanguinius? 】

[As long as he has no dark circles under his eyes, is a little fatter, his skin is no longer rough due to poisonous gas, has fewer wrinkles, and then starts using a friendly expression——]

【I really hope that our brother will become such a popular person,】

Guilliman said restrainedly,

[But I think the expectations in this regard may be less. 】

A Mortarion with a friendly expression is more intimidating than one with silky golden fur.

In the impression of the two primarchs, Mortarion was the kind of person who smiled sinisterly and mockingly, and at the same time, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were piled up like a wizard.

The two Primarchs chatted while walking. Because it was rare to see Mortarion, and Malcador had already given a guarantee that there would be no problems, the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

Angron paused slightly.

He glanced towards the corner of the corridor without trace, and saw nothing, but there should have been something there before - something very small.

They passed through the guards of countless Death Guards. Finally, the seven Death Guards leading them stopped and stopped in front of a gate.

In front of the door, a fearless car turned sideways.

Silks of white mist overflowed from the cracks in the black stone door, accompanied by frost climbing out from beside the door.

Guilliman paused and looked at Angron, who was also silent.

The Lord of Macragge lowered his voice to a minimum and asked doubtfully and hesitantly,

[Psychic power - this is psychic power, right? 】

【Of course this is,】

Angron struggled to say in a relaxed tone,

Damn it, what the hell is Mortarion like now.

[Perhaps we should take a look at Mortarion first. 】

The Lord of Red Sand showed a friendly smile. He opened the door, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a smile condensed at the corner of his mouth——

【oh,】

Angron said dryly, turning sideways to let Guilliman in, and then Guilliman froze there.

[It turns out to be wings. 】

After hearing Angron's words, Mortarion, who was facing him, showed a mournful expression.

This is still not as big as... Sanguinius's image - it's simply out of reach.

Well, except for those wings.

Great! No more