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

Chapter 598 【47】.【Unfortunate Mortarion】

(First person note in this article)

"..."

"died?"

Broken bricks and tiles littered the ground. The huge sage walked forward slowly. Jin lifted his red robe and passed by one corpse after another.

Beside him, a smiling female sage stood on metal high heels and looked at the battlefield curiously.

The final siege has ended, and the Bonecrusher's army has been wiped out.

"died."

Jin said calmly, his monitor showing Yarrick standing in front of them, and the green-skinned body lying on the ground.

The old political commissar was standing, his back looking majestic.

The blood dripping all over the floor has long since dried up.

"All dead."

"Why did you let him go? We could have just killed Bonecrusher."

"Arrick is too old."

"There's not a lot of residual value," King said.

Sage Belinda raised her eyes and looked at the two corpses in front of her again.

"Butz will blame you,"

she says,

"The green skins in the Octarius Star Territory have not been completely eliminated, and the army needs talents who understand the green skins."

"He didn't dare."

Jin stepped forward, cleaned up the battlefield, collected scientific research materials, and collected the corpses.

Belinda also followed to help Jin complete the work as quickly as possible.

The two corpses present are priority level D2 and should be handled by the sage himself.

"I know, you are just soft-hearted again."

Belinda said with a smile, "There are many ways to extend your life."

"Show some respect for the dead, kid."

Jin stretched out an appendage and hit Belinda on the head,

Jin used his appendages to prop up his body and died in a decisive battle with his old enemy. There is no more free death than this.

It’s better than being caught up by time.

In the end, Yarick beat the wear and tear of time and died generously with his firm self.

Kim knows this is a blessing.

The longer you live, the more chaotic you will be, which is why Kirkland chose penance. Penance of flesh and blood will reduce the backward outlook of the mind and allow the senses to focus on the present.

Jin couldn't and didn't want to do that.

He has his own way of fighting the wear and tear of time.

Yarrick was lucky, and did not face the wear and tear of time, and died in battle with honor; Kirkland was lucky, he was crazy enough, and escaped the passage of time; Jin-306 was lucky, relying on updating and memory coverage , personality reset, he is still Jin-306.

But there are always people who are not so lucky.

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【past】

I finally understood what it meant to be helpless.

This is a kind of pain, far more deadly and more unbearable than a moment of madness.

It eats away at me, every moment, gnawing at my flesh, my mind, and my soul like maggots on my tarsal bones.

oh,

I have no flesh and blood for a long time.

I seem to understand why the Conrad Coates of that year would appear in the mess aboard the Vengeful Spirit with a smile, and generously choose to die - he was just escaping from more severe torture, simply and neatly. Madness is far easier to choose than thousands of years of torture.

With this thought in mind, I somewhat regretted my behavior when I stood in front of many "brothers" and defended the Sevita gang.

At least those bastards were living a dreamy happy life after cooperating with the Inquisition and being led by Corax.

And I kept going.

Sometimes, I realize that the reason I walk is just because I don’t want to stop, just like I live because I refuse to die——

I just relied on inertia and chose the less bad option between two terrible options.

But the truth is, either way, the reality is terrible.

I am dying.

The empire is dying.

I once watched with cold eyes as the "brothers" headed by Sanguinius and Guilliman enthusiastically supported the Empire - I didn't want to help them at first, I had more important goals to do at the time.

Besides, I'm not good at politics.

I am only good at sowing seeds.

Sow seedlings, sow death.

But later, when I realized my limitations and tried to help Guilliman and the others again, I myself became ill.

He was very ill and terminally ill.

The cause is myself.

I knew this, but for some reason I had ignored it before.

After that great disaster passed, I went under the Golden Throne alone, dragging my ruined wings, my skin with mist constantly pouring out, and my thinner body,

I opened my eyes, which had gradually begun to distort, and looked at the person on the throne, my nominal father.

【Who am I? What exactly is the Primarch? 】

He didn't answer me.

So, standing under the golden throne, I scolded him for a full hour, scolded him for hypocrisy, scolded him for being cowardly, scolded him for being a liar, and scolded him for being duplicitous.

My memory at that time has become hazy, but I vaguely remember that I cursed very harshly, and I was very angry at the time. I am sure that I flew into the air a few times because of my emotions.

Well...I didn't have much control over my wings back then,

and myself.

I beat the imperial guards who stepped forward to stop me and cursed my biological father. Finally, the imperial guards stopped coming forward and the hourglass was left until the end, so I left there.

That night, under the light of the star torch, I caught a glimpse of the truth.

That was the answer to me from the Lord of Mankind.

But I'm not in a good mood.

I hate my [father].

I hate all self-righteousness, putting myself above others as a matter of course, and treating other people's lives as my own entertainment, or as a bargaining chip to exchange for interest.

I hate Nacre, that ugly alien decided my fate without authorization, and shaped me into its scythe during the years when I was still unable to resist.

I hate corruption. I am just a delicate chess piece in the eyes of chaos, as if I was carved deliberately for him.

But I hate the Emperor most,

I hate the Lord of Mankind.

He created me.

for his Great Crusade.

It's that simple.

But I was in extra pain.

Since my essence is a subspace thing, why did he forcefully snatch me from the Sea of ​​Chaos, and then forcibly give me bones, give me flesh, give me human eyes, and give me human ears, so that I saw and heard the tragedies in the world, which made me hate the subspace, made me distorted, and made me——

Hating myself.

I am a warp psionic alien.

I started to run out of breath.

I am not me, I am me, I am Mortarion, I am not Mortarion... I am not human...

I am a human being, but my demeanor is inhuman.

What pained me most was the realization that I could not prove myself by defying the Emperor, that he was right and that his only fault was in giving us ideas.

There is pain when you have thoughts.

Pain will make the soul want to be freed and slide into a more dangerous abyss, but I stopped the car in time. I don't want to be entangled in this problem anymore. Continuing to stay will only make me more painful.

Although I wanted to continue scolding the Lord of Mankind - preferably scolding him to death, I put it all aside, everything. I stayed away from the places that made me unhappy and concentrated on running the Storm Star Territory.

I covered my figure with heavy mist, and covered my screaming voice with cold words. After everything was over, after the enemy disappeared again, I had to face my increasingly inhuman self again and again.

Sometimes, I envy my brothers, who still seem to be intact.

Still like a human being.

The good news is, my warriors, my people are tough enough, and I am tough enough.

That long time will eventually dilute my sadness and anger.

I devote myself to my construction, and I still remember my original intention. I will fight to the end with Chaos, sweep away all tyranny from mankind, and sow a peaceful wheat field.

Between countless deaths and rebirths, amid countless human beings’ expectations, wishes for me, and love for me, I gradually accepted my reality.

Slowly walked out of the nightmare called [Father].

At least I still consider myself a human being, at least I still can't give up on being human.

Later, I was able to give Karas a playful slap when his eyes accidentally glanced at my wings.

Unfortunately, Karas is not as understanding as Hades and cannot understand my humor.

I continued to move forward.

I am walking in the vast Milky Way, building and learning,

I have only two goals. One is to find and awaken my former comrades-in-arms. I have already thought about what I will say then——

Welcome him from the rule of one alien to the hand of another.

What's even more unfortunate is that this alien also knows numerology.

The other is to destroy Chaos. Needless to say, I will not miss any opportunity to disgust Chaos, just like they disgusted me back then.

But during my trip, I gradually gave up my plan to retrieve Hades in the short term. I discovered that the Necrons are an extremely complex race - this involves both physics and subspace, the Star Gods...

The scene of the conversation with the alien Trazin was still vivid in my mind.

I realized that I must master a more magnificent power before I can try to use the name of [Resurrection] to lure out those cunning aliens.

So I put the idea on hold for now.

I began to focus on the exploration of subspace. The huge number of human deaths gave me strength and new eyes. Under my conscious guidance, I began to become stronger, stronger, stronger...

My goal is corruption day.

I want to kill Him, let Him disappear, and let Chaos know that they are not omniscient and omnipotent.

I will seize His power, I will control rebirth and death, and I will be the God of Death who decides whether the soul lives or dies.

but……

I am sick.

I was struck back by the power that authority brings.

I'm out of control.

…

…

…

Nothing much to talk about.

I only remember that the moment I regained consciousness, the enhanced version of the black bomb that exploded in front of me made me sick.

But what really makes me despair is myself.

I haven't looked in the mirror much since Tyra went back.

I saw an insect that looked like it was carved from white bones.

In my pursuit of power, I became even more hideous, and I even suspected that I was once the originator of the Barbarus alien, or simply an existence in the realm of Corruption.

But this time I don’t even have the mood to scold the Lord of Mankind.

I just feel despair, helplessness, that long, endless despair.

I am sure that at some point, I had the intention to directly self-exile myself back to the Ocean of Chaos, disperse myself, and never appear again.

I might as well have died fighting Horus.

But I knew all this was impossible, so I kept walking, I am the toughest one.

Just go.

I realized that faith would backfire on the creatures of the warp. After failing to find a suitable method, I cut off my powers and threw them at Hades.

That was a painful memory.

Although I have seen the Hades kid holding a bowl and chewing on it countless times, I never realized that he had such bad breath. I finally learned to resonate with Karas, poor Karas, poor me.

My instinct was to escape subconsciously, but I came back abruptly under the persuasion of reason.

At the very beginning, I was confused for a long time, fighting against the backlash of subspace, fighting against my own desires, and fighting against myself.

Slowly, my will and reason began to dominate my soul, my essence again,

I let my essence realize that it was the consciousness imposed by the fucking Emperor that [I] was the leader of this body, this warp creature, this damn skeletal bug, its true master.

I am Mortarion, I am human - it doesn't matter what I am, but I know what I want to do and where I want to go.

I regained control of myself, but when I reopened my eyes and looked toward the Empire of Man, I realized that I was not the only one surrounded by faith.

No, stop, I, one.

And the Lord of Mankind, and Sanguinius.

When I emerged from the swamp of madness, I saw clearly what Sanguinius had done.

As his "kind", I know very well that it is... the instinct of subspace.

The instinct of the warp will drive you, slowly distorting your vision. Your vision will eventually be realized, but by then it will have been distorted.

In daily actions, we will also be affected unconsciously. It is subtle and cannot be noticed by ourselves...

I silently looked at the crumpled national religion brochure in my hand that I had subconsciously grasped.

Sanguinius has been prayed to for far longer than I have, and his followers are more numerous and his faith is purer.

And the Lord of Mankind is even better than Sanguinius...

…

...Almost subconsciously, I didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

I realized there was a cyclone torpedo about to explode in front of me.

Once it explodes, everything will be reduced to nothing.

But I forced myself to continue thinking.

…After that, I chose treatments for them that were similar to mine.

Or Hades.

Maybe I should call him Pluto, after all, he has helped me so much... I should thank him.

I also worry about whether this will harm Hades, but in the end, relying on my understanding of the Necron, I think the Necron has a way to solve it.

...I hope he's okay.

I once again reprimanded myself for my indifference and utilization towards my former comrades-in-arms, but there was nothing I could do. There was a fire about to ignite in front of me, and I only had a basin of liquid at hand.

Still the blood of my best friend.

Maybe it's the saliva, I am so relieved to myself...but I still feel guilty...

After carrying the basin, I rushed forward to put out the fire.

I move forward again.

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...Sanguinius cannot escape the fate of being backlashed...

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