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

Chapter 20 19. Mosang, what is your ninja way?

Barbarus, Southern Swamp, Monitor Village.

Hades is in his third year in the South.
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Thick fog billows, white waves are like waves, and the slightest bit of coldness erodes the temperature of the whole body. The poisonous fog tries to drown the passers-by in it all the time.

Hades and Mortarion were sitting in it. Seeing that Hades who had just joked suddenly became serious, Mortarion couldn't help but become serious.

"That. God of death."

"Ok?"

"You're fighting for the people, aren't you?"

Hades carefully glanced at the thin young man leaning against Mortarion. This young man is the epitome of countless rebels who followed Mortarion's uprising——

They abandoned everything in the past and kept silent in pain, just to make themselves stronger and stronger, so as to become the indestructible blade in Mortarion's hands and fight for the liberation of mankind.

But what if Mortarion was not what he appeared to be, fighting for the liberation of humanity?

After Hades finished speaking, Mortarion's eyes instantly became sharper, and the amber eyes appeared and disappeared in the fog, like the eyes of a hunter hiding in the jungle.

"I do it all the time, why do you ask, Hades?"

Hades sighed softly.

"Then what if an opportunity arises and you lose everything you had before, in exchange for the people's victory?"

Why ask that?
Mortarion clenched his fist silently, of course he would, why not?After all, it is human beings that make him who had nothing before regain meaning.

"Of course I will choose the people. It is these people who have chosen me. If they are willing to be my sharp blade, then I will not take on the heavy responsibility. And Hades, you shouldn't ask such absurd and childish questions."

It was humans who made Mortarion find his own meaning, and he certainly would not abandon these companions who followed him.

"Then what if you lose everything, including letting you give up revenge on the alien lord Nacre?"

Hades hadn't finished speaking, Mortarion exploded in an instant, pointing the scythe at Hades' head.

The scythe whirlwind split the mist waves straight, and the white mist in the sky was split in half in an instant!The wind of the knife was still rushing, and the fog a hundred meters away broke open one after another!

Whoa, that's too fast! ! !
Hades was able to use his strength to pick up the scythe to block, and the heavy and huge scythe unique to Mortarion was already on Hades' neck.

Is this the power of the Primarch?
At this time, Mortarion was half kneeling on the ground, holding the scythe in one hand, and carefully lowering the young man's head to the ground with the other.

His eyes were fixed on Hades, cold, suspicious, terrified. Hades was sure he had just seen a hint of madness in Mortarion's eyes.

Hades colluded with the alien?

"What did my adoptive father tell you?"

"No, no, I didn't meet Nacre."

Hades tried to keep his tone light-hearted, but now, the cold touch on his neck threatened him all the time - Mortarion even deliberately suppressed the force, so that the sickle blade was pressed against Hades' artery.

Mortarion fell silent.

"Then why do you say that?"

Why is he asking that?Why is he asking this?Is he being controlled by aliens?Did he mistrust Mortarion?

"I want to know which is more important, human beings or the plan in your own heart."

"Did you help humans because you hated Nacre, or did you choose to resist the aliens because of humans?"

Is it just that?
Just for this, he asked himself?

But Mortarion himself hadn't really thought about it.

What about Mortarion's own answer? .
Hades felt Mortarion's scrutinizing eyes cut him open over and over again, wishing he could cut Hades' whole body open.

Of course he could feel that Hades' blood pressure was rising and his heart was beating wildly.

It seems to be sure that Hades is not malicious, and has not been controlled by witchcraft——

"throat!"

Mortarion put down the scythe, and the heavy scythe hit the ground, splashing a little bit of mud, and the dull sound of hitting the ground slowly spread through the dense fog.

"That doesn't exist."

Mortarion said softly.

"It doesn't exist. People here are oppressed by aliens, and these alien lords will never give up enslaving and abusing humans."

"As long as the aliens are not eradicated, the true peace of mankind will never come, and I promise that their liberation will never come."

And that bastard. That monster with a pompous arrogance of witchcraft.That scumbag who treats them like livestock!
"Nackley must be beheaded! I will kill him with my own hands and bring true liberation to mankind!"

Hades watched as Mortarion was haunted by rage and regret.

Yes, if there was no man outside the sky, the question Hades just asked would never have been established. Mortarion would eventually accumulate strength and kill his demons.

But Hades knew that the man, the Emperor, would come.

At this time, the question asked by Hades will have substantial meaning, it is the necessity of existence.

As written in the original book,
He will come.

He will sit in a gorgeously carved, golden aircraft made with the most advanced technology of mankind.

He will ride on his throne, on the widest and most fertile black soil of Barbarus.

He would walk onto this land slowly and dramatically, and the perennial poison of Barbarus would automatically dissipate around him.

His face was handsome and vague, his figure tall and muscular, and his golden armor shone with the most subtle color imaginable to any human being.

Everything on Barbarus pales in comparison to him.

The first Death Guard sentry to spot him would kneel before him, trembling and weeping.

Mortarion,
The people you trust, the comrades you are proud of, the soldiers you rely on, will submit to him willingly.

Even if you give these people your all, even if you promise them your future, even if you believe in them with great expectations.

But the man just stood there, he didn't even say anything.

They have surrendered, they have given their all.

After all, he is the emperor.

After all, they are human beings.

He would go down, and with the most grace imaginable, heal the first wounded he encountered, even if that wounded seemed utterly incurable.

He will heal him, the wound will heal in an instant, and the rest will bow before him, singing the miracle.

They will gladly usher him into the citadel you have labored so hard to build, they will seat him in the noblest seat in the council hall, they will surround him and hear his tales of distant wonders and old dreams.

And you, Mortarion.

You have just fled hastily from a failed assault, and you listen in panic as your sentries report this miracle from beyond.

You want to make yourself less like a loser, you pluck up the courage to walk into your conference hall, but the first time you see him——

You just know you've lost it all.

You have been abandoned by your humans.

You are a loser.

"I am...your friend and came to Barbarus in search of a noble soul," he added. "To find you."

"Thousands of worlds away, you have been away from the empire for too long. My lost loved ones, it is time to return to our embrace. I assure you, glory and wealth are just around the corner. The dawn of a new era is coming."

He wants you to give in and make you follow him away.

How could you go.

Barbarus, people of Barbarus, this is your everything.

But obviously, this guy has taken those.

Mortarion had nothing but hatred for Nacre.

He also saw it, and bet against him with your hatred and future.

But you lost the battle with Nacre.

Lost completely, lost everything.

At this moment, the seeds of betrayal have been planted, waiting to germinate.

The "anchor" that locks the past, present, and future is set.

He on high smiled gratifiedly.

Hades looked at Mortarion in front of him, his eyes were full of anger towards his adoptive father, Nacre, but also mixed with hope and firmness for the liberation of mankind.

How can I change this established destiny?

Congratulations, today's Hades is also working hard to improve his speaking ability in order not to become a stinky can.

　I sent it countless times to the group, (;Д｀), just add q directly to 2834827638, I don’t like qq, the reply may be slow

　　Filled up on Mortarion's mental journey. To be honest, I read Mortarion's biography, and I have this feeling. This buddy hates the Emperor. High-profile, and Mortarion himself was a particularly lax Primarch in terms of high-profile flamboyance - and then he sent it.

　　Later, I will add 100 reasons why Mortarion hates the emperor. (cough, exaggeration)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)