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

Chapter 509 4.27 Macado said you did a good job

A large stream of blood spurted out from Malcador's mouth.

"cough!!"

The light of the entire altar disappeared in an instant. In the center of the altar, the old man fell suddenly. In his hand, the scepter wrapped in chains of pearls and gems hit the ground. The treasures rolled all over the ground, like splashing blood.

Mortarion, who was watching the ceremony from a distance, immediately rushed forward when he saw the subspace ripples receding. He tried to help Malcador, who was lying on the ground, but the old man waved his hand, saying that Mortarion was not needed. Ann's help.

The old man was breathing heavily. Next to them was an almost empty altar - logically, this place should be filled with treasures.

But alas, there really isn't anything like that on the Endurance and Death Guard.

Before the ceremony began, Malcador looked at the Death Guard piled up here with a dark face: scythes suspected to be adulterated with Necron technology, a complete set of glassware from Mortarion's laboratory, sterling silver flagons - but There was no pattern at all. In addition, there were countless precious metals that looked like they had been temporarily removed from various firearms and machinery.

The old man's wrinkled mouth wriggled a few times, and he knocked the staff hard.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The fog suddenly rose, and the little defenders emerged from the ground, screaming and holding up their "rags", and fled in all directions.

After much hesitation, Malcador decided to carry out the sacrifice on the Endurance. He took out some of the treasures he carried with him and simply arranged them - better than nothing.

If you want to summon the power of subspace, you need symbols and tokens. The more obvious the directional tokens, the easier it is to attract power.

Even if you are a mortal, in the environment of wine pools and meat forests, as long as you have a little greed, you will easily attract the attention of Slaanesh.

On the contrary, if there are no corresponding summons around - then you need to rely on the ability of the spellcaster. The psyker uses himself as an anchor to tear the curtain, and the more powerful psyker can attract directed power.

The latter situation is what Malcador is facing now. On the Endurance, which is impoverished and has nothing to do with Slaanesh, the old man has to rely entirely on his own strength to guide the six desires spiritual energy from the subspace.

Mortarion frowned, and his eyes under the hood showed no emotion or anger. He stared at Malcador who was kneeling on the ground - something about the old man had completely changed.

Malcador's violent breathing finally calmed down. He leaned on crutches and stood up slowly. Mortarion turned his head, and Malcador's face became even older.

[Which part did you take? 】

Mortarion spoke, but Malcador did not answer him. The old man took a deep breath and slowly took off the hood that he had been reluctant to take off.

His deep eyes became darker,

"right,"

Makado said,

"There are...some other concepts that are not yet formed."

But...a part of it is chaos mixed with greed.

"The Emperor..." Malcador paused and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. "He changed his mind."

[What was the original plan? 】

Mortarion asked, Malcador looked sideways, and the original body was startled. Malcador had never had such a sharp look in his eyes before. He was more like a dank, slimy sycophant behind the scenes, and his eyes were always cloudy.

"He wouldn't be so greedy,"

Malcador took a deep breath, as if talking about the Emperor made him unhappy.

The old man raised his eyes and looked into the void in the distance.

"The remaining part of the power - the power that became pure under his power, and his power, went to Cadia together."

[Imperial Regent, did you originally plan to sacrifice Fulgrim? 】

Malcador glanced at Mortarion. In a long silence, Malcador clutched the scepter tightly, but in the end he just said,

"Be prepared to sacrifice everything..."

Malcador raised his eyes and stared at Mortarion with strange eyes.

"Mortarion, if the Empire were to sacrifice you - would you accept it gladly?"

【……】

[I accept worthy sacrifices. 】

"Even if I ask you to do something you least like?"

[You want to kill the commander of the Death Guard? 】

Malcador coughed violently. He waved his hands and said,

"No—you'll know when you get there."

Macado paused for a moment, as if muttering to himself,

"...But I know you'll never like it."

Mortarion wanted to say something with a frown, but the old man just coughed and waved his hand and left. Malcador stretched out his hand, and the jewels scattered on the ground flew back to his scepter, inlaid with layers on it. pattern.

Mortarion stared at the old man's leaving figure... There was one more crucial thing he didn't understand... If he wanted to imitate him, he only needed Fulgrim. Why did he need to let Malcador obtain Slaanesh? What about strength?

There are also things that he will definitely not be happy with...

The mist dispersed, and the place where the tall primarch once existed was suddenly empty.

Whatever it was, Mortarion thought, as long as it didn't corrupt him - only corruption was unacceptable.

But if he really kills the [Dead]... Mortarion's thoughts stopped for a moment.

…

If that is what the [Decedent] is willing to do...then the scythe will continue to be raised...perhaps it shouldn't be assumed.

Mortarion stopped thinking.

At this time, a subspace voice sounded in his mind, it was Malcador,

+Come here,+

+...Also, Cardia is coming. +

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Coraxborne decided to stop thinking.

He could no longer understand or reason about what happened. On the Emperor's Pride, the Raven Lord hurriedly tried to leave, but then, as the Emperor's Pride sank into the Six Desires At the palace, Corax soon found himself sinking into an unknown territory.

It looked like a corner of Slaanesh's palace.

Unsurprisingly, he encountered the demons of Slaanesh there, but there were others as well.

He saw the Emperor's Children or Eldar who were forcibly imprisoned on torture devices. Corax ignored those Eldar, but he put down some of the Emperor's Children.

During the conversation, Corax learned that these tortured and barely humanoid Emperor's Children were the only loyalists of the Third Legion.

After being put down from the torture device by Corax, some of them chose to commit suicide on the spot, while others swore that they hoped to follow Corax and take revenge on the rebels.

In the process of rescuing the Emperor's Children as much as possible, the entire palace of Slaanesh they were in began to tremble, the temperature dropped sharply, and cold black tears began to seep from the walls.

A familiar feeling told Corax that it was Hades.

The Primarch calmly led the remnants of the army, trying to find a way out of the realm of Slaanesh amid the chaos of the demonic armies that were fleeing and fighting each other.

but……

As the golden flames on the throne burn—

"My lord, you are shining."

The lightning whip in Corax's hand flickered, and the original body lowered his head in confusion and saw himself shining.

He, a Primarch skilled in stealth, was glowing with gold.

+My child, go find the Second Kingdom of God. +

+Reinforcements. +

The next moment, Corax and the surviving Emperor's Children woke up on a shabby ship that seemed to be falling apart at any time.

The Primarch opened his eyes in despair and saw the smiling portrait of the Emperor on the ceiling.

The ship he was on was heading towards the dark side of the empire.

Next time, Corax thought, the next time he saw an Eldar, just kill them.

Great!