Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 164 156. Perturabo, you fucking...

On Blood of Steel, clanging footsteps sounded hurriedly.

The poisonous gas spread unscrupulously throughout the corridor, and the originally metallic gray-white corridor shrouded in a faint yellow-green.

The Lord of Death strode forward, his dark broken cloak rattling behind him, sweeping past him, the Iron Warrior standing at the edge of the corridor.

Hissing breathing sounded from behind the mask, like the panting of a dying person. Under the cloak, the pale king's eyes were covered with a gloomy white cloud.

The entire corridor fell into a death-like depression, and the anger of the Lord of Death choked everyone's throats. They all held their breath as much as possible, for fear that they would make a sound, and then—

Incur disaster.

Mortarion seemed to be seriously ill, his walking posture was very strange, like a walking corpse.

The door at the end of the corridor was closed, and steel barred his entry, speaking silently of his rejection of Mortarion.

The Iron Lord did not extend an invitation to his "brother".

Even boarding the ship, Mortarion forced the ship to "dock" at the dock of Blood of Steel——

Right now, there is a pothole the size of a cruiser on the Iron Blood pier of the Iron Warriors.

Yellow and black stripes stood on the door, as if mocking Mortarion's incompetence.

"Sorry, my lord, the legion commander has ordered that no one be disturbed."

On either side of the door, two Iron Warriors raised their halberds, their halberds crossed in front of Mortarion,

The primarch tilted his head, as if the skull had fallen from its bone rack.

In the shadow of the hood, those eyes stared at the two wretches without any emotion.

Mortarion stretched out his scythe, and the war scythe easily lifted the halberd away, and with two clicks, these useless weapons fell to the ground.

Then Mortarion clutched his scythe in one hand, and picked up one of his censers, seemingly at random, with the other.

He roughly tore the censer, the size of his hand, from its copper chain, and with the hand that held the censer, he picked out a glass bottle from the bottles and jars tied to his armor.

The black unknown solid filled the entire bottle. Mortarion crushed the bottle with force, and the glass slag mixed with the black solid was squeezed in from the diffuser of the incense burner.

Few people know that Mortarion is well versed in pharmacy.

Mortarion's direct gaze moved back to the door.

Mortarion's mouth moved slightly under the breathing mask.

Then the Primarch raised his hand and threw the incense burner straight out!
The incense burner cut through the air, made a loud noise, and smashed through the seemingly impenetrable door!
Mortarion gripped his scythe, staring intently at the large hole in the gate.

Through the big hole that was smashed out, the bluish-white flame mixed with phosphide was burning fiercely, and hissing poisonous gas was spit out from the hole.

"boom!"

Perturabo opened the door angrily, and the poisonous gas hundreds of times stronger than the poisonous gas emitted by Mortarion's usual censer suddenly gushed out of the room!

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

The high-pitched voice of the Lord of Steel directly blasted the entire corridor.

Mortarion across from him gave a smile uglier than crying, but since he was wearing a breathing mask, Perturabo could only see Mortarion wink his eyes.

"Then what are you doing, Perturabo?"

Mortarion neighed, and Death asked,
"That's a logical, calculated outcome! Why do you keep clinging to a necessary death entanglement?"

Perturabo shouted, before that, he and Mortarion had quarreled many times on the communication channel. Mortarion, who had been silent and absent-minded, learned that the 106th ground commando had returned. When casualties, suddenly began to rage.

"The so-called calculation means indiscriminate bombing of the area where the Death Guard is located?"

Mortarion lowered his head, staring at Perturabo without blinking.

"According to the data, there is only one Death Guard there! And the sensors on his body show that he is dead!"

Perhaps the death guard named "Hades" left a deep and special impression on Perturabo before this, but what does this matter to Perturabo?
He is metal, steel.

And now, Perturabo faced his "brother",
"That's a corpse!"

"Don't tell me you care about this! Mortarion, that's a corpse!"

Not to be outdone, Perturabo stared at Mortarion. Look, what a frail Primarch, furious over a heir.

Perturabo suddenly showed a provocative smile, he remembered Mortarion's taunt to him, but now, he grabbed the other side's sore spot,
"Lord of Death, is your name a self-deprecating name?"

"You only care about one casualty, can you really command a battle?"

Hearing Perturabo's words, Mortarion was taken aback for a moment, but then a greater anger surged from his soul, burning in his thin and sickly body.

"I promise to die."

Mortarion gritted his teeth and said word by word,

"But not this kind of death."

"No, this kind, death!"

Mortarion swung his sickle straight away, and Perturabo, who had expected it, raised his warhammer, trying to block the heavy blow!
There was a toothsome scraping of metal, and bright sparks emanated from where the two primarchs met.

"Watch your behavior."

Perturabo continued, looking at Mortarion with a half-smile,

"In an area that is not a duel cage, suddenly attack, I think you know what it means."

Among the legions, if there is intention, this kind of hostile attack is quite "political".

Mortarion ignored him and directly pushed downwards. The side blade of the scythe passed Perturabo's side, leaving a deep scratch on Perturabo's yellow and black shoulder armor. .

Perturabo's eyes sank, but he refused to engage in a pointless battle with the barbarian from the agricultural world.

He was right, even if his brothers came to judge, he would be the winner in the end.

A bombing that completely wiped out the main force of the enemy has no price——

Don't tell Perturabo that the corpse is insulted. In war, life is the cheapest data.

In previous wars, there were more or less "death squads" or "bait teams".

Even if everyone in that air strike team stood in the area bombed by the plane, Perturabo would only tell them to take shelter, but would still continue the bombing.

Perturabo stared at Mortarion, the lord of death now like a raging, circling beast.

"He's not dead."

Mortarion threatened under his breath, whether he was arguing with Perturabo or stating what he believed to be a reality.

But Mortarion did stop his attack, though Perturabo was aware that Mortarion's scythe hand was still trembling slightly, as if he was about to give him the scythe at any moment.

Perturabo blinked contemptuously, look, how fragile and pathetic his so-called "brother" who had become delirious was.

Perturabo, who prided himself on steel, knew that he would never devote too much attention to those stupid mortals like Mortarion.

Perturabo called up his data at the time and projected it into the air,

"Did you see it? Before I gave the order, the life data of this death guard had been reset to zero."

A straight line as calm as water, without any ups and downs of life.

He saw that value with his own eyes. For an instant, Mortarion felt that he was standing on the deepest and blackest wasteland of Barbarus.

There is no one else but himself.

Hades, Callas, all gone.

In the end, he was the only one left, abandoned in the cold universe, fraternized with a group of tyrants and kings, forced to face the war and the death of his sons.

After he was forced to don the cloak of thorns known as the Primarch, no mortal ever attempted to understand him.

Each Primarch is a lonely existence. Before being found, their characteristics beyond the crowd make it difficult for them to find a confidant in life or someone who understands them.

After being recovered, the so-called father promised them "brothers".

"Brothers" means like-minded people, the same people. It means the same kind.

Sanguinius and Horus, Magnus and Khan, Fulgrim and Fenus, Guilliman and Clarks
But obviously, not all Primarchs are in the so-called "brothers", looking for and filling the gap they once had.

Maybe someone lucky found their mortal friend before then, maybe it was Robert Guilliman's parents, maybe it was Lane El'Jonson's Luther...
Mortarion stared at his "brother", the "brother" he was promised, but now destroyed Mortarion's friend.

He should not expect these "brothers", on the contrary, he should be wary of them.

Died, never to return, on a remote, cold, remote little planet.

The anger was punctured, a sense of powerlessness enveloped him, and great sadness and despair permeated him.

Mortarion stood here in desperation, he considered whether to give Perturabo another scythe, nothing helped, everything became pale and ridiculous——

A brief message was displayed on Perturabo's projected screen,
[My lord, Dantioch of the raiding team has woken up, his vital signs are stable, and the rest of them are still sleeping, and their lives are not in danger. 】

Mortarion blinked. On the Death Guard's ship, the raiding warriors were still unconscious, but the Death Guard's apothecary told Mortarion that their lives were not in danger.

This meant that they had no direct eyewitnesses to the battle,
"Call him here."

Mortarion spoke directly, this was not a request, this was an order.

Perturabo looked at Mortarion coldly, but also issued an order to call Dantioch, but Perturabo did not do this out of good intentions, but to prove that his command was correct.

He wanted Dantioch to stand in front of Mortarion and clearly state the objective fact that Hades was dead.

And Perturabo, himself, would stop Mortarion's scythe for Dantioch, as his reward for the trident.

But Dantioch's answer was beyond everyone's expectations.

Dantioch stood straight in front of the two Primarchs. He just came out of the medical room wearing only the simplest simple battle suit.

Dantioch tried to keep his face expressionless, but he looked at the blazing pale flames and the bubbling poisonous gas in front of him. The two primarchs didn't care about it, Perturabo and Mo Tarion was staring at Dantioch, as if he would be crushed to pieces if he said a wrong word.

It's hard for Dantioch not to be puzzled by this situation.
His legion commander, Perturabo, stared at Dantioch, and spoke slowly.

"Did you pay attention to a death guard named "Hades" during this battle?"

Dantioch's heart trembled, Hades' words seemed to be still echoing in his ears,

"Yes, my lord, I watched him."

Dantioch felt that the atmosphere between the two Primarchs became more tense because of his words,

"Now, report to me the beginning and end of the entire battle, the process."

"And what the Death Guard did."

Dantioch swallowed, and he sorted it out in his head, but it seems... the memory behind it is blurred?
But Dantioch knew that Perturabo was not a primarch waiting for him with good intentions, so he opened his mouth and decided to keep talking.

A serious, emotionless voice echoed in the corridor.

Dantioch felt that the head of the No.14 Legion was very upset, but still let Dantioch continue his words,

"After analyzing and comparing, Hades chose to launch an attack and discussed with me."

Before Dantioch could finish his sentence, Mortarion let out a loud breathing sound, like a consumptive patient struggling loudly to breathe air before dying.

Perturabo glanced at Mortarion. Perturabo's surface was still steel, motionless.

"continue."

Dantioch swallowed again and continued.

But compared to just now, Perturabo felt a little more regret for the dead Death Guard.

Such an intelligent space warrior, he could even understand Perturabo's strategy, this kind of person is no longer common.

At the same time, Perturabo was enjoying the sound of Mortarion's dying breath, but in Perturabo's heart, maybe he really hoped that Mortarion would actually, as he expressed it - dying up.

"Then."

Dantioch paused for a rare moment, showing a puzzled expression.

Perturabo's angry voice sounded, obviously Dantioch was about to talk about that part, the part that decided whether he won or not.

"continue."

Dantioch hesitated, the memory was like distorted and blurred fragments, covered in large sections of white and black,

Roaring, pure blurred black color blocks.
"I forgot?"

Dantioch murmured something in a low voice, in disbelief, but he immediately gave a formal report.

"My memory is impaired, my lord."

"Except for some pictures that are depressing to pure black, my memory ends here,"

The two legion commanders opposite Dantioch were stunned.

"what do you mean?"

Perturabo growled,
And Mortarion, who was still heartbroken just now, opened his eyes wide. It was a symbol of having been in contact with Hades' black domain on a large scale.

He. But. Why did Hades use Black Field on allies and he's there now?

But it offered Mortarion a sliver of absurdity.

Can Black Realm save Hades from the Iron Warriors bombing. But if possible. In the search on the ground. Why didn't they find anything except the suspected remains of Hades' helmet?

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