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

Chapter 621 【70】.【Lonely】

【927.M32】

【Terra】

[Mortarion is coming? 】

Guilliman, who had some white hair under his green laurel crown and was making corrections with a command board, raised his head in shock.

Angron sat down casually, with the shadows of the trees shining down on his light armor. When the weather was nice, Guilliman would choose to work in the pavilion in the palace garden.

[Yes, it’s him, there’s no mistake. 】

Angron said, looking at the treetops with golden eyes, "This stubborn guy, how long has it been since he contacted us?" 】

[Year Five Hundred and Ninety-Nine,] Guilliman said, lowering his head and continuing to review and approve the documents. The application of the Travis System to lower the tax rate was approved.

[Last time it was the request of the Son of Dorne,] Angron grinned, [If I hadn’t stopped him in a hurry, he probably wouldn’t have wanted to meet us. 】

Guilliman paused while approving documents.

[Maybe...he hasn't adapted to our gaze yet? 】

Silence, only the birds chirping in the garden.

Angron clapped his hands and sighed,

[I have tried to persuade him many times, but he still doesn’t want to believe that we don’t care about this... He is too stubborn. 】

Guilliman smiled wearily.

The footsteps sounded moderately, and the afternoon sun became a lot brighter, [I guess you are here. ] A brisk voice sounded, and Sanguinius with white wings and white robes came over.

Angron patted the position carelessly and motioned for the archangel to sit down, but Sanguinius just leaned against the white pillars of the pavilion, shaking the wine in his hand.

[Good afternoon, everyone. 】

"Good afternoon," Guilliman said, "Are you done? Our brothers are coming to visit Terra. 】

【Come now? 】

Sanguinius raised his eyebrows, but still had a warm smile on his lips, [I don’t think our brothers from the Storm Star Territory are people who like to visit and rest. 】

Angron raised his hands,

[I didn’t invite him this time—he never accepted my invitation. 】

For the Emperor's sake, Angron invited Mortarion on average once every seven years.

Guilliman's face was calm and expressionless.

"It has become increasingly difficult for Terra to supervise the Storm Sector recently," Guilliman said. "Our brother, he has great power - but I still hope he can speak to us." 】

Sanguinius smiled helplessly.

[There is new news from the National Church. They have once again impeached Mortarion for his weird religion... I continued to give them a cold shoulder and told them not to tell me similar news again. 】

The atmosphere fell into silence. The state within a state was always a dangerous topic. If it weren't for the performance of the Death Guard during the Greenskin War in the past, the current status of the Death Guard might be even more embarrassing.

Sanguinius took a sip of wine and broke the silence.

【Mortal people always worry too much. 】

[They are just doing their job. 】

Guilliman said, "Their vision may not be that broad, but they are conscientiously fulfilling the mission we gave them, and we should not criticize them harshly." 】

Sanguinius smiled apologetically,

[Anyway,] he skipped Guilliman's correction, [I told the Ecclesiarchy to stop taking care of this. 】

Angron scratched his head, [Why do I feel like I have heard this sentence more than once, Sanguinius? 】

Sanguinius sighed and drank the wine in one gulp, a sad look on his face.

[Because our brothers keep escalating the threat level. 】

Sanguinius said, he sighed again, [It just so happens that he is here this time, we can have a good chat... There should be no gap between brothers, and the tragedy of thousands of years cannot be repeated again. 】

……………………

【leave me alone. 】

Mortarion said, breathing rapidly,

[And, Sanguinius, I solemnly warn you, stop your religious practices - the state religion can no longer expand, and the Lord of Mankind cannot sustain these beliefs. 】

There was a crack in the archangel's perfect smiling mask, and his arms that were open to give Mortarion a hug stayed awkwardly in the air. Behind him were Angron, who was holding his forehead, and Guilliman, who was wearing a wry smile.

[I guess we can talk about this later. 】

Sanguinius said, "It's been a while since you've been to Terra, Mortarion. 】

[There is no need to come here,] Mortarion leaned on his scythe, his stooped figure, waving the small joints on the scythe, [You are here. 】

The smile on the archangel's face became warm again. He lowered his arms and walked sideways beside Mortarion.

[Shall we go see the Lord of Mankind? 】

Sanguinius suggested gently. The Emperor was recovering, a fact that everyone could see. He sometimes saw the Lord of Mankind nodding towards him in brief dreams.

Mortarion clutched the scythe harder and harder. He could hardly see the road in front of him. The warp was backlashing him severely. He felt like he was burning——

He was walking alive on a burning golden sun.

【No. 】

Mortarion spat out a syllable, "I don't need to visit this tyrant." 】

He was melting, unable to hold his own, and his former "creator" wanted to interrupt what he was about to do, to turn Mortarion into a figurehead without personality.

The Lord of Mankind is alienated by these beliefs.

Mortarion persisted, he knew what he was going to do, he spoke persistently,

[Suspend the state religion, Sanguinius,] he said firmly, [It's almost too late, he needs power - but these powers are too complex, and no one can maintain himself in the face of mixed powers. 】

As he spoke, Mortarion saw the golden star dim, and the revelations from the Warp confirmed this, and he and his Death Guard would be the main force in stopping this.

The more determined he is, the darker the planet becomes.

Beside Mortarion, Sanguinius stopped, the smile on his lips disappeared, and the archangel looked seriously at this...blasphemous...ugly existence. He spread his hands,

[Mortarion,] Sanguinius asked disappointedly, [Must we talk about this now? And - why? 】

【Why? 】

Sanguinius said, Mortarion opened his eyes wide, and he saw a creation of pure white feathers, with golden rings surrounding the wings, and countless eyes looking at him unblinkingly from the wings,

Mortarion was silent for a moment,

[Stop,] then, Mortarion said in his most sincere voice, [Sanguinius, don't you notice something is wrong? That feeling of being bitten back? 】

Sanguinius just shook his head. He looked at Mortarion firmly but somewhat pitifully, and then looked back at the surprised Guilliman and Angron.

"I didn't," Sanguinius said. "Mortarion... you may be too tired." 】

……………………

Parted on bad terms.

In front of the humming shuttle, Mortarion looked back for the last time. He saw Sanguinius who had been completely eroded. But why was Sanguinius's state normal? Why was his sanity and personality not eroded?

Mortarion was in pain. Was he really the only one?

No - that's absolutely not the case.

The Pale Lord once again strengthened his opinion. He looked sadly at Angron and Guilliman behind the wings of Sanguinius. Angron had not healed from his old injury, but Guilliman...

Mortarion opened his eyes, and he seemed to see something in a trance.

what is that?

No... we can't be distracted by other details now.

Mortarion boarded the shuttle, and since words could not convince them, he let the scythe come.

Humanity cannot just be destroyed.