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

Chapter 494 4.12 Mortarion:?

Sometimes, luck is also important.

For example, now, at this moment, Trazin must be lucky.

Because Mortarion lost part of his memory, and after that, the Pale Lord only glanced at the battle reports of countless previous battles of the Legion.

Regarding the Necrons, the Pale Lord did not have much memory about the aliens that the Legion had dealt with in the early days. He only remembered that the model of a special weapon in the Legion came from them.

In the mist, those hazy eyes stared closely at Trazin, and Mortarion felt an eerie sense of familiarity, but this was not the most surprising thing to him——

The "being" before him had no soul.

The Pale Lord did not feel the existence of a soul.

Time seemed to slow down. Mortarion stood there in disbelief. In front of him was Trazin lying on the ground. The Pale Lord tried hard to identify——

But there was indeed nothing. The existence in front of him had no shadow in the subspace. It was like a stone, completely material, and completely ignored by the subspace.

Generally speaking, even soulless people will have traces of being in the subspace - their "souls" are more akin to a rejected existence.

Subspace is inherently tolerant. Servants, mechanical sages with less than one percent modified body content, even a worn-out old gun, and even the [dead] will all have their own subspace projections.

It's unbelievable... Mortarion stared at the sage lying down, tremblingly showing him the way. From the perspective of subspace, there was nothing there, nothing at all!

In a daze, Mortarion considered whether the sage had directly given all of his soul to the [Dead] - but could he still survive?

What exactly is this?

"...Sir, over there."

Trazin pointed behind him tremblingly, and the indicator lights on his body seemed to be frozen, flashing green light mechanically.

Mortarion took a deep breath, and it wasn't until Corax's desperate roar reached his ears again that the original body hurriedly left here, turning back step by step.

Until Mortarion's questioning gaze finally disappeared into the white mist, Trazin let out a loud, anthropomorphic sigh of relief.

If he were a human, he would probably be sweating profusely by now.

Crisis resolved...

...Mortarion.

The signal light on Trazin's face flashed. He stayed on the deck of the Vengeful Spirit, looking back thoughtfully, staring at the rolling fog.

Trazin recalled the subspace projection of the Pale Lord just now, and the person who tore the authority from Nurgle's body - Mortarion, had initially acquired the authority of [Death] and [Disease].

The original body, which has a very high degree of compatibility with Nurgle, has already achieved the initial goal of counterattacking the god's original body, and has great room for growth...

...Mortarion can still grow. Can he hold the power that symbolizes [life]?

Can he grasp the authority that symbolizes [rebirth]?

Trazin lay on the ground meditating, staring at the violently rolling fog. The pure white mist of subspace obscured his sight, and there was a faint roar and the sound of metal collision.

Trazin could imagine the fierce battles there. The fight between the primarchs was always thrilling. The fight between demigods. The gods invested their power. It must be a wonderful battle, the fate of fratricide, life and death. Determination to fight.

What's more, Nurgle's power has fallen - can Mortarion bite back some of the power of the God of Life and Death? It's a pity that he can't record all this. This will be the biggest legacy——

A huge figure rushed out of the white mist!

The next moment, Trazin felt like he was flying again!

A black shadow that grew larger and larger was galloping along the corridor of the Spirit of Vengeance!

Amid the violent jolts, Trazin turned his head slowly. He saw...from between the gaps between the huge wings, Corax, with a face full of blood, was looking at him at the same time. Blood was gushing out from Corax's forehead during the jolts. .

The Raven Lord stared at Trazyn in bewilderment but relief, seeming to celebrate both of them's survival.

After another moment, Trazin realized that they were now running wildly with Mortarion sandwiched between them.

He was clamped by the Pale Lord's left hand. On the other side, Corax was persistently spraying blood on Mortarion's shoulder.

Behind them, angry roars came from the deep corridor. The giant beast roared and tried to chase them, but it seemed that the rolling white mist made their progress more difficult.

...So, the Necron's thinking program started running again... It seems that the head-on conflict between them did not last long.

It is even possible that Trazin stiffly felt the Pale Lord grasping her tightly, and it could even be said to be restraining her hand. It is very possible that there was no fight between the original bodies at all.

Rarely, such a picture appeared in the minds of the Necrons. In the chaos of the subspace, the Pale Lord rushed in directly, picked up Corax, who was fighting desperately, and ran away, leaving the two Alpha Stations behind. A figure standing in shock.

It comes like the wind and leaves like the wind. With a wave of your hand, it leaves behind a huge amount of clouds and mist.

Could this... Trazin thought, deviate too much from the Mortarion personality model he had collected before?

In a hurry, Trazin thought it was necessary to update the database.

For Corax, perhaps the best-case scenario now - even if he did not clearly understand how his brother fell from the sky - was to directly take the injured him away.

But at least they looked like they might survive.

Corax silently vomited a mouthful of blood. Mortarion's... wings were flapping the Raven Lord slightly. Corax looked at the stiff Sage Trazyn who seemed to have not understood the current situation, and relaxed. tone.

【You'll be fine. 】

Corax said weakly in a hoarse voice,

[Mortarion is here, we will be fine, believe me...brother. 】

Corax watched as Trazyn grew stiffer.

The Necron was silent, feeling Mortarion's knife-like gaze swipe across him as Corax spoke.

Corax will not know that for Trazin, the most dangerous person now is Mortarion.

+...what exactly are you? +

The Pale Lord whispered like he was talking to himself. He had just witnessed the replacement of his destiny, but time did not allow him to react to it. The Pale Lord wanted to spurn them, wanted to rebuke them - but In the end he didn't have time to say anything.

It was Mortarion's plan to take Corax with him, then leave to join the Khan.

It's just that... a small episode occurred during this period, which delayed his time for a moment.

Mortarion's men used strength, and his men quietly tried to struggle, and Trazin became honest.

...Don't even think about running away, Mortarion thought.

Mortarion galloped, and they rushed out of the narrow corridor and entered a wider hall.

+ Get ready. +

He reminded them anyway, and then Mortarion spread his wings.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

【vomit! 】

It was really flying this time, and Trazin thought as he jolted that if he were still a Necrontyr, he would be vomiting by now.

No more...vomiting soul...