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

Chapter 511 4.29 Someone who can bend and stretch the tower

Footsteps sounded urgently.

Khan strode forward, and behind him were the envoys following the trip, including the White Scar fleet dispatcher, captain, and space warriors.

And...a mechanical magus.

Trazin.

Malcador did not hesitate to use his psychic powers to send messages and name the people he met.

After the last close encounter with Horus, Khan led the remaining fleet and hid in the star field near Cadia, ready to escape and respond to the enemy at any time.

But what is unexpected is that since then, the Warmaster's fleet has not made any big moves. The ships have quietly floated on the equatorial trajectory of Cadia. Other than that, there has been no action.

Of course, there are still new ships coming from far away, constantly joining the Warmaster's fleet.

What is Horus waiting for?

According to reports from the Storm Prophets, there is sudden chaos in the subspace. This may be related to some kind of large-scale sacrifice or competition. Could this be related to Horus's abnormal behavior?

The Khan thought that they could not leave Qadia, and there was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, so they could not attack rashly - so the Khan ordered the entire army to stand still and not to act rashly.

Fortunately, the first batch of reinforcements had arrived, and their speed was beyond Khan's expectation. The turbulence of the subspace had no impact on their speed.

Without any hesitation, Khan carefully avoided the detection of Horus in the Eye of Terror, and Khan immediately led his legion to join the reinforcements.

The servitor opened the door for the Khan. In the conference room, two reinforcements from afar were already waiting here.

Khan's eyes glanced, his expression calm,

On the long solid wood table, Malcador sat naturally on the main seat, no longer wearing a hood, and the staff at hand was more like a symbol of imperial power at this moment.

Mortarion was sitting on Malcador's left hand with his head lowered. He seemed to be muttering something behind the gas mask, and the mist on his body continued to surround him.

Seeing Khan coming, the two were completely unprepared to stand up. Malcador raised his eyes and motioned for Khan to sit down, while Mortarion continued to lower his head as if he hadn't seen anything, but when Khan After the group sat down, the Pale Lord's sharp eyes glanced at the person behind Khan from the edge of his hood.

...He's looking at Trazin?

Sweating in silence.

Malcador coughed and started the meeting. He introduced the goals of the next battle to Khan.

Seven minutes later, Mortarion stood up and interrupted the conversation between Malcador and Khan.

【I already know everything,】

Mortarion said simply, [I want to go out to check the fluctuations in the subspace, you continue. 】

Malcador glanced at Mortarion casually, waved his hand, and motioned for Mortarion to go out.

Mortarion stood up and walked beside him, but when he reached the seats of mortals, the Pale Lord stopped again.

【you,】

Khan shivered as he saw the mechanical sage covered in electricity.

Mortarion slowly bent down and stood behind Trazyn's seat with his haggard body like a giant tree. His huge and pale withered hands were placed on the back of Trazyn's chair.

His bent eyes were level with Trazin, staring at the Sage's camera.

[Are you the temporary administrator of the Silent Order? 】

Trazyn, the Necron Overlord, swore that he had not felt so close to death in a long time.

"…Yes Yes."

Hearing his answer, Mortarion glanced at him up and down casually. The primarch's gaze lingered for a moment on the cloak he had stuffed into the small Death Guard. If Trazin could still breathe, then now he had lost his breath. The speed was too fast and he fainted.

His mechanical body was almost shaking. If he had known better, he would not have been greedy for the scene of the quarrel between Malcador and the original body! And there was no Mortarion in this meeting as promised!

For the same primarch, Corax's mental model is very approachable, but Mortarion - what kind of madman is this? !

The worst case scenario is to abandon this body - although this body brings him some power - he doesn't have to!

Just when Trazin was thinking about sending back the consciousness data directly and simply getting out, Mortarion finally withdrew his gaze.

[Thank you for your contribution to the Silent Religion. 】

Mortarion said, [May I ask you some questions about the Order of Silence? The Death Guard have been linked to the Order of Silence before... We need to check some data. 】

Can he say no?

Trazin knew that he had definitely revealed his secret - but he didn't know how much he had revealed. Did the other party know that he was an alien, or did he know that he had "borrowed" a small Death Guard?

Or worse, Motali is safe!

Trazin thought briefly for a moment. Now in the Eye of Terror, he could transfer a total of thirty-two spare bodies to Cadia within ten hours. If it doesn't work, he might as well give up his own body.

Although Trazin was very reluctant to part with this body's friendship with Corax, Corax has now gone to the dark side of the Empire, and other spare bodies are also on their way to Corax's surroundings.

Moreover... Trazin thought that it was not impossible to talk about it - in line with the mentality of fighting without a date, his goal this time originally included Mortarion, but he did not hold back and captured it in advance. A small death guard.

Just one, with the strength of the original body, he shouldn't be angry about this, right?

"Okay, my lord."

Under the watch of Malcador and Khan, Trazin stood up tremblingly, and then led the servitor to the private reception room.

Trazin saw Malcador's eyes. The old man seemed to mean something. He stared at Trazin and Mortarion solemnly, as if he wanted to say something. In that moment, Trazin knew that this time he It can't be finished.

Macha has to protect him.

This is sure.

They are all veterans of thousands of years, and he, Trazin, is also the historian of the Necrontyr.

But why didn’t Malcador come forward himself? Trazin mused. Did the Mortarion wish to express their sincerity? Is it possible that the Empire realized what he was thinking?

Trazin thought, but none of this mattered;

Importantly, Trazin decided to try to capture a small Death Guard next.

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The servitor closed the door for them in silence. It was a slightly smaller room with two single sofas facing each other. Trazin, who entered the room first, took the initiative to choose the smaller one and sit down.

Then he turned back and stared at Mortarion.

The primarch seemed shocked by his actions. Mortarion stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable under his hood.

【...No more pretending? 】

Hissing under the mist, Trazin took the tea handed by the servitor, cracked a crack in his metal face, and drank the tea.

"I don't understand what you mean, sir."

Trazin said calmly, and sure enough, he heard Mortarion's asthmatic breathing.

[I hate aliens. 】

Mortarion's extremely resentful voice dispersed in the mist, but the original body moved to the opposite side of Trazin and sat down.

"If you hate it, I can leave now."

Trazin believes that with this body, Mortarion's force value against him is suppressed, but if it is a verbal confrontation and the other party does not involve revenge afterwards...

Quite interesting.

As expected, Mortarion stopped. After a moment of silence, the original body spoke,

[You are friends with the Lord of the Silent Order. 】

This sentence is a statement. Trazin nodded.

"Yes, he has entrusted me with something, and I should help."

Mortarion fell silent again, as if he had just learned to speak, and the primarch's annoyance almost materialized, pacing back and forth in the room like a trapped animal.

[Please allow me to ask, what did the Lord of the Silent Order promise you? 】

If you tell me this, Trazin won't feel sleepy anymore.

Trazin slowly sipped the tea - actually pouring the liquid into the waste tank,

"Himself."

At that moment, Trazin was convinced that her alarm had gone off for a split second.

Mortarion bowed and sat on the ill-fitting sofa in silence, staring at Trazin, his murderous intention and air-conditioning almost materializing at the same time.

Trazin took another sip of tea slowly,

"I think that since we have all sat down and talked together, your lord is not here to seek revenge on Trazin - if you insist on doing this, maybe you can replace Lord Machado."

Upon hearing these words, the coldness around Mortarion quickly subsided.

Trazin waited quietly, only listening to Mortarion's asthmatic breaths seven times, and then the original body wiped his face with both hands. After that, a slightly tired voice sounded,

【……Feel sorry. 】

"I accept your apology, my lord."

Trazin answered fluently, that is to say, he was kind-hearted, and if another overlord came over, a fight would probably have started.

Realizing that he could not continue like this, Mortarion straightened up and took off his hood. The primarch stretched out his hand.

[The Human Empire, the original body of the Death Guard, Mortarion. 】

"Former Necrontyr, overlord of the Nihilak dynasty, Trazin."

Trazin stretched out his mechanical auxiliary limb and shook Mortarion's hand, but this time, Mortarion was as calm as if he was dead.

The primarch let go,

[Thank you for your willingness to accept the commission from the Lord of the Silent Order,]

Mortarion said without any emotion,

[I believe that the existence that the Lord of the Silent Order is willing to entrust must be an existence that he is willing to trust. 】

"Of course," Trazin waved his hand, "That kid took a lot from me."

He watched Mortarion freeze for another moment, but Mortarion continued,

[As his comrade, and in the name of Mortarion,] Mortarion said, his face as pale as a dead man, [Tarrazin, I hope to change the content of this commission with you - in the following years Here, I hope you can protect the Lord of the Silent Order and lead him away from the galaxy until he can control himself. 】

Trazin was silent, as if thinking. Mortarion stared at the opposite side, feeling that he must be crazy.

But if there is no problem with the information Malcador said - then it can only be the space overlord.

It can only be Trazin.

Until the deceased truly awakens and can truly control himself, there is no place in the empire that can accommodate him.

No one can even get close to him.

The Necrons' technology can help him, and at the same time, their soulless nature makes them completely unafraid of the Black Realm.

And the Necron who can realize the transaction...

"Why should I accept it?"

Trazin asked rhetorically,

In fact, he came here to take in and protect Hades, but whether he would be released after taking him in... It would depend on Hades's mood at that time.

Mortarion stared at Trazin, his eyes turned white like a cold-blooded animal.

【what do you want? 】

Trazin laughed, the electronic sound was particularly harsh, and the alien waved his hand,

"I just think it's a matter of getting along with Hades and making friends - I'm only talking to you because of my friendship with him."

Mortarion said nothing in the face of Trazin's deliberate ridicule. The Pale Lord sat silently.

This thing can definitely be done, Malcador once told Mortarion himself.

In the face of interests that satisfy both parties, position is never an issue.

The Emperor and Malcador speculated that perhaps Mortarion could draw a pie for the Necrons about "recovering their souls/giving the race new life".

Mortarion has successfully taken away [Death], and other rights may not be impossible to obtain.

And the performance of the Necron seems to have this intention.

Mortarion originally wanted Malcador to come, but the old man insisted on letting Mortarion negotiate. Malcador looked at Mortarion and told Mortarion that it would be his own path from now on.

You don't have to leave, Malcador said, just keep swinging your scythe at the alien, and I'll let Guilliman go.

Mortarion took a deep breath

[I am here to negotiate with you, but also for the life of the leader of the Silent Religion. 】

Mortarion was angry, he couldn't say the words, not at all,

It was clear that Trazin only needed to put forward conditions, but Trazin deliberately talked about interests - it was obvious that he was teasing Mortarion.

How on earth did the deceased make friends with such an alien?

Mortarion closed his eyes and opened them again. His tone became more casual,

[I know you must be dissatisfied with the deceased for taking too much from you,]

Mortarion chuckled lightly,

[I apologize to you for this, the Death Guard can compensate you - even if you don't like the Death Guard's things now, in the future...]

[You can mention it. 】

Mortarion said, staring at Trazin, his eyes went white for a moment. He looked at this soulless body, [Maybe... I know what you want? 】

[Even if I can’t do it now, it doesn’t mean——]

"Thirteen small Death Guards."

Mortarion's words faltered;

【What? 】The original body finally made up his mind and his thoughts were confused.

"Thirteen small Death Guards."

Trazin said firmly,

[Don’t you want...something else...such as subspace projection? 】

Trazin laughed;

"You mean soul?"

Mortarion nodded. Trazin's electronic camera looked at Mortarion, but could not see the emotion inside.

"That's indeed the plan."

"But -" Trazin changed his tone and the alien waved his hand, "It was just a matter of doing nothing to help a friend."

"If you are worried..." Trazin said, "Your emperor will definitely impose restrictions on me anyway. I also have the technology to prevent breach of contract."

"I'm also curious about how far Hades can go."

Seeing Mortarion's face darken again,

[Did you plan to do this from the beginning? 】

Trazin nodded, picked up the tea cup leisurely,

"I was the first to arrive in Cadia, human."

[Then you——] Why are you deliberately making things difficult for him?

Mortarion interrupted his words urgently, and the Necron glanced at him.

"I remember there is a proverb among humans, a person needs to be responsible for what he says."

Mortarion was silent again.

【I apologized. 】

Trazin laughed again, and the alien said in a weird voice,

"It's really difficult for you."

Mortarion was silent for a long time. Finally, the original body lifted up his cloak, and under the white mist, thirteen chubby little guys came out pushing and shoving.

[I apologize again for this, Trazin,]

Mortarion said, "I'm sorry I offended my friend's friend. 】

[At the same time, in the name of the Pale Lord, if I make any new discoveries in the future, I will come to you. 】

Motali settled down for a moment,

[This is my sincerity and has nothing to do with the empire or humanity. 】

Mortarion raised his eyes and looked at Trazin. The small Death Guard at his feet walked toward Trazin in fear.

[I hope you will be kind to my friend. 】

He hates aliens.

OK, nothing more