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

Chapter 796 【238.】Best Support

The door was gently closed.

The house was as quiet as winter.

[So...what's going on? 】

The silence in the room was carefully broken by Magnus. The Red King did not know about the other fate line, otherwise he would have screamed——

He scolded Neos for being a bad person.

【Oh,】

Mortarion sneered, and the mist surrounding him gradually faded.

[But the struggle of the defeated...they are destined to perish. 】

【so,】

Sanguinius said gently, looking thoughtfully at Mortarion.

[Will you tell Hades what Mortarion just said? 】

【Won't. 】

Death said decisively, unable to stop the sneer on his lips, and crossed his arms.

[I don’t have the ability to pass nonsense yet. 】

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[Mortarion] nodded towards the Ultramarine who was leading the way. The primarch's politeness almost made the Ultramarine take a step back in surprise.

The Space Marines saluted hurriedly and then left.

[Mortarion] watched Guilliman's heirs go away... It was rare, it was the first time he saw such a gentle and humble Ultramarine.

The people here... live a happy life under Guilliman.

[Mortarion] thought lightly that he could feel the psychic powers of Guilliman and Mortarion always monitoring him. No problem, he offered to stay on the Macragge's Flair just to reduce their suspicions. .

And over there...the [Ultramarines] over there can never be as polite as here, [Mortarion] thought thoughtfully.

In order to stimulate the fighting spirit and bloody spirit of his children, while ensuring the efficient operation of the empire, [Robert Guilliman] implemented a last-place elimination system within the Ultramarines during the years without war.

Literally eliminated at the bottom.

When an ultramarine is trained by the legion and can go to the battlefield and workplace, he begins to face purgatory.

If an Ultramarine's weekly report for a whole month is compiled, and his performance is the last, then he will be hanged in public, and his soul will be taken away by [Robert Guilliman], torn into pieces and thrown into the demon engine.

His office pen and battle sword will be divided between the fourth and fifth from the bottom as a warning to others.

The second to last and the third to last will have a bloodbath, and the one who survives will have his soul taken away by [Guilliman] and thrown into his collection of arena.

The souls of all the Ultramarines who are not good at government affairs but have won the blood are there, and they will continue to fight until the strongest one is determined every hundred years.

Later, [Robert] will give him a new demon body, and he will become a member of [Robert Guilliman]'s Honor Guard.

Of course, the soul of the guy who failed in the initial bloodshed was still thrown into the demon engine and turned into fuel.

So in fact, in each administrative area under the jurisdiction of the Ultramarines, at least two people died every month. In the long years of warlessness, it is likely that the Ultramarines killed within the Ultramarines accounted for a large part of the death toll.

This also successfully ensured the bloodiness and intrigue within the Ultramarines——

On the premise of not losing the entire quarter's output of the administrative region, [Robert Guilliman] welcomes all internal battles of the Ultramarines, whether they are without smoke or secretly with swords and guns.

In fact, in the years without war, most legions will have their own ways to maintain the fighting spirit of their soldiers, and most of them will inevitably see blood.

Perhaps only the "kind" guy [Angron] would not let his descendants die. Even the Swamp Dragon Vulkan would let his useless descendants become Nurgle eggs in the garden...

In fact, [Mortarion] believes that the World Eaters are the army with the fastest decline in combat effectiveness.

But this is what [Mortarion] thinks after all. Without war, who knows if those guys who are drinking, taking drugs, and wandering around will really be unable to hold a gun.

I don’t know if Angron in this world is as bad as his world.

[Mortarion] couldn't stand two Angrons like that staring at his crotch with interest, their eyes darting back and forth between his face and his butt.

He refused.

[Mortarion] took another deep breath, and after the Ultramarines had gone away, he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

[Mortarion] was stunned for a moment.

It was obvious that Guilliman decorated this room in the style of the Death Guard in this world. Dark green and bone white were the main colors of the room. The fabrics were not satin, only cotton and linen.

Very... very simple.

[Mortarion] walked in carefully and closed the door gently. What surprised him was that he did not reject this style——

Although he usually places some shining decorations appropriately in the room, all [Primarchs] know that [Mortarion] prefers some flashy decorations, like the Ghostface mask he wears. Same.

The style here is just like that of Mortarion...

[Mortarion] couldn't help but think that his mind could not help but slide towards the self he had just seen, so flamboyant, so uninhibited, so wanton.

But behind the scenes, he is a simple guy?

[Mortarion] felt thousands of thoughts stir up in his heart. He sat down on the linen moss green sofa and sat a little awkwardly, as if the whole world was rushing towards him.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out for the Ghost Mask to inhale the mist, but he realized that he was on someone else's territory, so [Mortarion] had to forcibly restrain his actions.

[Mortarion] stood up forcefully again and wandered around the room. Finally, he found the only decoration in the room, a small black stone sculpture of Hades.

He picked up the small thing and felt that the place where he touched it was burning, as if it was being eroded by a highly corrosive liquid.

The pain made [Mortarion] wake up a little and allowed him to face his own heart.

envious.

envy.

anger.

…………………………

Mortarion couldn't imagine his other self being a fucking pretty boy.

When he saw that guy for the first time, Mortarion fell to the ground so disgusted that he almost vomited.

What did he see?

An unmasked version of himself, a polite, gentle--what the hell! What the hell!

Can an environment like Barbarus produce a gentle and polite person? ! The Barbarus people there would just grab a handful of dirt from the ground to wipe their butts and then go straight to eat - the swear words and greetings are even more genuine.

Mortarion couldn't imagine how others would react when they saw that version of himself.

Karas would definitely laugh out loud after being stunned for a moment, laughing so hard that he would grab Mortarion's wings and shake them while laughing, forcing Mortarion to look at him.

And Hades?

Mortarion suddenly remembered something unpleasant in his mind. He recalled the scene when Hades met Horus for the first time. The original body clearly realized that this kid was a face control-otherwise, why would he mention Guilliman or Horus again and again? Where is the Emperor?

A pretty little face, regardless of gender, will be popular in human society.

Thinking of this, Mortarion blew out a breath from his nose and sneered.

Obviously, the fact is that, the [Mortarion] on the opposite side is a weak one. He surrendered to the entire human society and was submitted to, instead of showing his true self——

Because the entire society and empire did not accept his truth.

It's different with Mortarion. Anyone who doesn't accept him will be beaten until he accepts him.

In the face of visible power, Mortarion will make sure everyone is silenced.

Of course, even if they feared him, feared him, and spread rumors behind his back, Mortarion didn't care.

This is the power of Mortarion.

And that [Mortarion]... is just a pitiful slave, trying to infect the loser who truly won.

Mortarion believed that the scythe he would wield would never be soft, and that he would send him to death cleanly, and then his fate would collapse, leaving only Mortarion forever existing and alive.

【……】

The sound of electricity came from the channel, and Guilliman's helpless voice came,

[I suggest you go to the front line, Mortarion. Conrad needs support on the front line. I know, I know you are worried about Hades, but the front line is still fighting - while the Storm King intervenes on the battlefield, I hope Can you help Konrad and the others? This is very important. We need to reduce battle losses as much as possible. 】

The God of Death standing guard in front of Pluto's bed was silent for a moment.

[Then come and watch. 】

Death made an almost rude request, but Guilliman agreed to it almost quickly.

[In five minutes, my desk and I will appear next to Hades' bedside on time, and Trazin will also come later. 】

[Don’t let that impostor get close to Hades. 】

[I know - his area of ​​activity is limited to the part farthest from Hades. Mortarion, I know what you are nervous about. I am as worried as you are. 】

【……】

[When can he leave? 】

Across the channel, Guilliman sighed.

[Not within three days at least. The opposite empire will send out troops in a week. Before that, I think he will stay there. 】

This is also a sign of weakness. If [Mortarion] does not stay on the Macragge's Glory, Guilliman will not let him run around in the empire.

Guilliman remained tensely silent, only to hear Mortarion snort.

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Necron, old general Xandric is playing dumb.

Obiron stood uneasily behind the old general with his hands behind his back. He was so clearly aware that Zandrick was pretending to be stupid, because this was different from how Zandrick usually behaved when he was sick.

But perhaps only Obiron, who followed the old general day and night, could see the subtle gap.

Opposite the crowned general, the projection of the Storm King was roaring, and the signal was not very good. The scarlet-green particle stream was shaking randomly beside the image of the Storm King, as if he was frightened.

In fact, it was because of the Silent King's attack that the Storm King's signal to contact them became worse.

"...Why launch an attack rashly——?!!! Zandrik——you are hunting plasma bugs——the information capacity of an underworld scarab is greater than yours."

"What on earth were you thinking?!!!"

"It is the duty of every Necrontyr to attack the C'tan. Under the leadership of the noble Szarak, the last and greatest Lord of Silence, the Necrontyr will be restored."

"In your name, I will crush every star god, even if the cancer in my waist has spread, I feel like I have some lung infections recently, cough cough cough cough cough!"

If it was still a Necrontyr, Obiron thought that his current expression would be very exciting. Fortunately, it was now a Necron and could control its expression very well.

When it saw the image of the Storm King, it suddenly turned around and roared angrily, as if it wanted to stretch out the scepter in its hand and hit the crowned general on the head.

After a brief moment of catharsis, the Storm King turned around again, facing a lunatic and his loyal guards.

"I should have followed their advice... and dismissed you... You are indeed crazy, completely crazy."

Obiron realized it was his turn, and as a loyal guard, he stepped forward and bang! Kneel before the Storm King.

“Great Lord, in view of the achievements that Crowned General Zandrik has achieved for you, please spare his life——

It was the fault of his subordinates who failed to report the general's physical condition in time. After being traumatized by King Nice in the last battle, the general had been confused and could not tell the time he was in. "

"If you punish me, please punish Obiron."

Obiron lowered his head deeply, and the old general beside him hurriedly ran over to pull him, grabbing the guard's arm that was twice as thick as the crowned general.

"Are you crazy, Obiron? Why should I punish you? Didn't we win? Get up quickly."

Obiron heard the heavy sigh on the other side.

"Just this once,"

The Storm King said coldly, and the signal became even worse. Obiron guessed that the Storm King had arrived at the front line, where the armies of the two great dynasties were fighting.

It was precisely because of the attack ordered by the old general that the last dignity between the two kings was torn apart. The grudge had been long-standing and the Silent King could no longer bear it.

All the previous temptations of the Storm King have become the straw on the camel's back, leaving only the last straw.

Zandric handed over the last straw.

Obiron felt uneasy in his heart. In fact, Trazin had secretly found it not long ago, hoping that it would provoke a war between the two dynasties.

If Obiron doesn't take action, Trazin will pretend to be the Storm King and take action himself - but at that time, he may very well face the fate of the Silent King and the Storm King joining forces to strangle him.

Therefore, it is best for Obiron, who is the Storm King's subordinate, to handle this matter.

Obiron hesitated at the critical moment - his eyes wandered, remembering the old general's words that seemed true at the last moment.

It was the old general who completed the mission of the Endless One.

The war thus began, and the Imperium of Man gained a precious, brief respite.

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[Mortarion is coming? 】

Conrad said to himself, the armor on his body was covered with burn marks. When the Gauss rays weakened by the psychic shield hit the armor, these bullet marks with strange patterns would appear.

[Then what's going on with these...? 】

The original body looked into the distance. The garrison of a small dynasty was originally stationed there, but now, among the tall buildings, countless corpses of Necron were hung high, and it smelled like rust-like liquid dripping from them. Drops dripped from the feet of the corpses that had been pierced and hung high in the sky.

The shrike began to cry.