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

Chapter 697 145. Mortarion did not approve any of them

【Toughness】

On the hospital bed, Mortarion, who was once again wrapped in bandages and turned into a mummy, slowly stood up. He calmly looked at Karas who cut open his gauntlet beside the bed and poured the concoction into it.

【……】

Seeing Mortarion wake up, Karaspi's mouth twitched with a smile, as if he was saluting.

[I think you can be lighter. 】

"I think you're tough enough."

Karas simply refused the primarch's request.

"You almost died, Lord Mortarion. I think after careful consideration, you chose to let your psychic essence be exposed to the sea.

We should all thank the Negative Psychic Ogryn this time, as he showed far more self-control than before. "

【……】

Mortarion lay back calmly. He decided that now was not a good time to explain. He could not speak to Karas Typhon, and that was a fact.

But he could reject Callas' death request.

[Where are the dead souls? 】

Mortarion stared at the ceiling with his eyes empty. He felt the change in his own power - part of the power of the Eldar Death God was finally merged with him.

This was a good thing, as it kept him further away from Nurgle's realm.

"Discussing matters of state with the great Guilliman Robert."

Karas smiled maliciously again and watched as Mortarion was briefly silent until two footsteps interrupted their silence.

One footstep was soft to the point of insignificance, cautious and steady; the other footstep was haphazard.

【knock, knock~】

A familiar, sickening voice sounded in front of the door, and Conrad knocked.

[The crazy guy who was tortured by the prophecy came to visit his "brother" who never believed in prophecies and destiny. 】

Without permission, Kurtz poked his head into the ward and showed a strange and pleasant smile.

[I'm glad, you look terrible. 】

[Conrad. 】

A slight warning sound sounded behind Curze. The melancholy Raven nodded apologetically to the Death Guard guard at the door, and then followed Conrad into the house.

Mortarion's eyes shot open and he looked at Karas in disbelief, hearing the psychic communication from the Reaper.

+You let them in...Karas? +

"why not?"

Karas turned his back to the door and gestured with his mouth,

"I asked Soulless Ogryn. Your brothers are currently harmless. If you communicate with your brothers more, you will get better faster."

+I can't. +

Karas smiled and put away the potion injected into Mortarion.

"If you are fine, then come and approve the official document."

Mortarion was silent. Why did they still need to approve official documents after Guilliman returned? Karas is talking nonsense.

He watched as Karas skillfully exchanged a few words with the two similar Primarchs, and then left, leaving the space to the Primarchs.

What did he have to talk to them about?

Mortarion wanted to continue pretending to be dead, but Curze did not give him this chance. The pale face of the Lord of Midnight suddenly appeared directly above Mortarion, blocking his view of the ceiling.

【Long time no see, my...brother. 】

Conrad emphasized the last Gothic word, and Mortarion sat up expressionlessly. He casually stretched his hand out of the hospital bed, and the scythe instantly condensed in his hand.

[I don't mind keeping you quiet, Conrad. 】

Seemingly thinking that Conrad's approach was indeed inappropriate, from the perspective of subspace, Mortarion felt his eyes darken.

Then he saw Corax putting a hand on Curze's shoulder, staring at the bat with all black eyes, and Curze's smile became stiff.

【Okay, okay~】

Curze said, slowly and cautiously backing away, but Corax's hand remained on his shoulder, as if in warning.

【You guys chat. 】

Corax nodded, his eyes filled with darkness, and he looked at Mortarion.

[I heard you were seriously injured. Are you feeling better now, my brother? 】

Mortarion was not familiar with Corax, and Raven had been careful to hide himself in the shadows and erase his presence as much as possible.

All he knew was that Corax had a good relationship with Guilliman.

【Alright. 】

Mortarion said calmly, and thousands of years of training allowed him to add the second half.

【thanks for caring. 】

Corax seemed relieved;

[You took that top position at that time, right? 】

Corax said calmly, but Mortarion always felt that there was a hint of melancholy in this guy's eyes.

【I'm fine. 】

Mortarion reiterated, his hands spread out, his almost bandaged limbs seeming unconvincing.

【I'm glad to see you're okay,】

Corax explained, smiling apologetically,

[Guilliman and I have both... become psychic at different times, so we know the negative impact of psychic backlash. 】

Corax wanted to ask about those top positions. Mortarion seemed to know more than they knew. How did the Pale Lord escape the backlash? Just relying on Pluto?

But it seems that Mortarion is not happy to talk about this now - or maybe Curze botched the conversation.

[I discovered my essence before you did. 】

Mortarion said calmly, raising his eyebrows. He didn't understand what Corax's focus was. The pressure of death filled the air from his breathing.

【? 】

Corax's eyes widened in surprise, and then he laughed as if he realized something.

[I'm just worried about you, Mortarion, nothing more. 】

【I'm just worried about you,】

Coz took advantage of every opportunity.

[Worried that you won’t be able to continue suffering——? ! 】

Corax turned around suddenly and saw Curze falling to the ground and rolling in pain, mist constantly spurting out from his mouth and nose.

[Thank you for your concern, Corax. 】

Mortarion said calmly,

[If there is nothing else, you can ask him back first - Conrad can stay. 】

Corax turned back slowly, as if struggling with his inner thoughts, and in the end the Primarch proved that his conscience was greater than his evil.

[Thank you for your kindness, but I am Curze’s temporary supervisor...]

【Then take care of him. 】

Mortarion said, taking control of the psychic energy and throwing Curze out of the ward.

Just in time to meet Guilliman, who was about to arrive in the ward, Robert watched in surprise as a black shadow rushed out of the ward.

【Please come back. 】

Then Corax walked out helplessly.

Corax and Guilliman looked at each other, and Guilliman could roughly guess what had just happened - then he knocked on the door and prepared to enter the room, but the door to the ward was opened by the fog before him, and the evil spirit in the fog was menacing. Staring at him.

Guilliman's steps hesitated, then he walked in firmly and gently closed the door to the ward.

Corax was left looking back at the ward worriedly.

………………

[Have you ever thought about today, Guilliman? 】

Mortarion spoke sarcastically, and mist enveloped the ward. The shining crown on Guilliman's head was stained with mist, and dew condensed heavily.

[Think of what you look like now? 】

Guilliman sighed, his strength suddenly turning old. He dragged a chair and sat beside Mortarion's bed.

[I never thought about it before that happened. 】

Guilliman said truthfully, his eyes sincere.

[I don’t ask for your forgiveness, I just want to visit you today - we haven’t seen each other for a long time, Mortarion, thank you for the potion back then. 】

Mortarion muttered quietly, then raised his voice,

[Easy job—Where are the souls of the dead? 】

Guilliman knew that the revenant was referring to Hades. He could not call Hades by his name now. He had not yet overcome the instinctive aversion and distance.

[Fernus has something to do with him,]

Guilliman raised his hand,

[And...it seems that the dead soul has some anger and opinions about his Nirvana system. 】

【Um,】

Mortarion was just looking for trouble. He was just unhappy with Guilliman's relieved expression.

[While I was unconscious, you naturally borrowed him here and there? Without the approval of the Death Guard? 】

Now Guilliman was shocked.

[I asked the Hades system for approval - is he still affiliated with the Death Guard's government system? 】

Mortarion fell silent.

Mortarion took a deep breath.

Mortarion recalled, understood, learned and activated the Lord of Mankind's passive, automatic ignore and skip!

[Are you going to Bar next? 】

He stared at Guilliman, who was visibly more exhausted. The Primarch sighed and buried his face in his hands.

After a few seconds, Guilliman looked up again.

[I'm extremely sorry for what happened, Mortarion, I'm sorry for what happened, very, very sorry. 】

【I don’t need your apology. 】

Mortarion said it truthfully, he was not a vengeful man - no, he was.

But Guilliman and the others had already suffered the consequences.

[What you should think about is what to do next. 】

[Go to Baal. 】

Guilliman said firmly,

[I was originally worried about whether he could withstand a huge amount of spiritual belief - now it seems that my worries are completely unnecessary, Hardy... the dead souls can bring them back. 】

Mortarion stared at Guilliman. The tragedy of that year was still an insurmountable gap in Guilliman's heart, but Mortarion was no longer sad about it.

He just felt cold and miserable.

In the moment he sat on that high chair, Mortarion saw too much——

What happened back then was inevitable and could not be forcibly hindered by the original bodies.

The Emperor was not going to let Hades corrupt him directly, as the risk of losing control had been greatly increased - he would have to let others take over his place again and again.

Did Neos do it on purpose, or is this just a tragic coincidence?

Mortarion narrowed his eyes dangerously, but he was not going to find out the truth.

Yes or no means nothing.

[Thank him. 】

Mortarion turned his gaze and stopped looking at Guilliman's self-blaming expression. For some reason, even though it was Guilliman and his party who had framed Mortarion that time.

But seeing Guilliman's weathered and painful apology, Mortarion didn't feel good.

[We should all... thank Hades. 】

One that would allow them to avoid the corruption of the Warp infection.

Hades had saved him once, and now it was time for him to step up and save others.

Mortarion has nothing to say about this. He will also become the god of death who cuts off the tragedy.

………………

"Ah sneeze!"

Hades sneezed suddenly, and beside him, the golden holographic projection looked at him.

【What's wrong? 】

Faenus asked, worried.

He invited Hades to come over to help him filter out the negative spiritual energy and impurities stored in the black stone storage system.

"It's okay."

Hades wiped his nose and put his hand on the huge integrated black stone again,

"Maybe someone just cursed me."