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

Chapter 37 35. Picking up a poison gas tank
Emperor Mirage, luxury single-person recuperation room.

Three months before the remodeling surgery.
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The convalescent room, which was originally luxurious and fragrant, is now filled with the unique poisonous gas of Babarus.

These poisonous gases were specially sent to collect from the Barbarus, and then the compressed poisonous gases were mixed with the air on the Emperor Mirage in proportion, and then discharged into this huge and empty recuperation room.

The owner of the room, Mortarion, was sitting beside the bed, quietly flipping through a thick book.

He wasn't wearing a gas mask, and the gas levels on Babarus could have been called pleasant air.

Mortarion was dressed in simple white casual clothes, and the large, comfortable cloth was hanging loosely on his body, revealing the bandages and medical gel inside.

In the entire room, apart from a bed, a workbench, and a huge bookshelf stuffed with books, there was nothing else.

Mortarion asked to remove all those gaudy things. He really couldn't appreciate those intricately carved ornaments that shone with gold, or those sewn with thousands of kinds of silk cloth, praising the achievements of the soldiers. carpet.

Waste, utter waste, and a complacent act of showing off one's own taste.

Mortarion could not understand these actions of the Empire, but he also accepted the mission given to him by the Emperor.

After he decapitated Nacre and passed out, it was the Emperor, his supposed father, who saved him and Hades.

When Mortarion came to his senses, the man with the golden light slowly came to him.

He showed Mortarion the size of the Empire, he showed Mortarion how much of the human world was struggling at this moment under the dominion of the Xenomorphs.

He extended an invitation to Mortarion to free those humans who were in dire straits.

He made a promise to Mortarion, giving him a large and powerful space army, and giving him a chance to reform the Barbarians.
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"Mortarion, my son, join us."
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There was no doubt that Mortarion had promised the Emperor.

The terms he offered were too tempting, the force he displayed was too great, and Mortarion had no other choice.

Facing the Emperor, no one has any other choice but to surrender.

nobody.

Perhaps this man called the Emperor was a good man?

Such childish and absurd thoughts filled Mortarion's mind.

During these months, Mortarion recuperated in peace in the convalescent room.

The huge star ring that is being built is rotating in the sky above Babarus.

His Death Guard were taken to these rings, where they would be transformed by the Imperium into Space Marines, Mortarion's true blades.

Mortarion had seen those Imperial troops known as space marines, and it was... unbelievable.

A strong body that ordinary people cannot achieve, superhuman reaction power, superb memory, combat experience that can be passed down from generation to generation, and power armor specially made for war
Such powerful fighters, if Mortarion had been given seven such fighters in Barbarus back then, he would have been able to quell all the aliens in Barbarus within a month.

Thinking that he could lead such an army in the future, Mortarion couldn't help feeling a little excited.

He will lead these powerful warriors to save human beings from alien races.
"Den."

Mortarion's thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of the door of the convalescent room,
someone is coming.

Maybe it’s the scientific research personnel who came to check the injuries again, Mortarion thought impatiently, he’s already healed, these injuries are not worth spending such a long time on recovery, he doesn’t want to spend any more time on recuperation, he wants to Go meet your own army.

But when the door was slowly opened to the right, and the faint golden light shone from there——

The visitor was wearing simple clothes, a minimal brown linen top, loose trousers that showed slender legs, gold thread was thinly embroidered on the edge of the clothes, golden olive leaves lay quietly on the black hair, Elegance and nobility can be seen at a glance.

—is the Emperor.

Mortarion didn't move, stubbornly pretending that it was the medical staff who came in, and continued to pretend that he was reading.

He didn't want to salute.

The emperor walked in, frowning with some displeasure. The originally luxuriously furnished convalescent room was evacuated, leaving only the most basic daily necessities. Those elegant and gorgeous golden sculptures were all taken down. Carpets have also been removed, and all the furniture that ordinary people like to relax in is gone.

The whole room was even filled with poisonous gas!
The Emperor couldn't help but frowned again, as if he was very dissatisfied with Mortarion's arrangement.

But he quickly regained that calm and even benevolent expression, and he walked over calmly, ignoring Mortarion's own little awkwardness, and sat down on the edge of the bed, beside Mortarion.

Mortarion then reluctantly raised his head,

"Good afternoon, Father."

"Good afternoon, Mortarion."

Then the Emperor raised his head, looked around,
"This air is your personal hobby?"

"Yes, father, I don't like the original air here very much."

Mortarion looked calm, and said confidently,

The emperor nodded lightly, and continued to speak calmly,
"Son, I hope you can pay attention to your external image."

Mortarion ignored all the Custodians who saluted him on his first walk out of the sanatorium.

Mortarion didn't answer.

"As the leader who will lead the legion in the future, he must establish a good image for the human empire."

"Okay, I'll take care, Father."

The emperor didn't have the patience to continue the conversation this time, he beckoned, and a forbidden soldier walked in with a tray.

The Emperor removed a specially made syringe from the tray.

The golden eyes looked at Mortarion,
"Your friend, Hades, he is seriously injured and is still being treated."

"And for his remodeling surgery, we need some of your blood."

Hades, his best friend, his right-hand man, Mortarion was very worried about him, in his last memory, Hades was dying, it didn't look like he could survive
Mortarion stretched out his right hand without hesitation, and he rolled up his sleeve.

The emperor still maintained that perfect expression, indifferent yet divine and benevolent, he precisely pierced the needle into the Primarch's firm skin, and the blood flowed out slowly.

Mortarion watched his own blood flow out little by little,
"Is this to specially cultivate a set of modified organs?"

Mortarion asked, in fact, through his constant reading of the Imperial books, he knew that in those Space Marine transformation operations, modified organs with the Primarch's genes were implanted.

"Yes, you are clever, my boy."

The emperor's indifferent voice sounded, he lowered his head, silently watching the needle.

Enough blood pumping.

Mortarion couldn't wait to stretch his arm back, and under the powerful recovery ability of the Primarch, the pinhole healed quickly.

"Will he be all right?"

Mortarion remembered Hades' ability to explode before he died, and if it wasn't for Hades, he wouldn't have succeeded.

But that ability, what exactly is that?It didn't quite fit what Mortarion had read about the Untouchables.
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The Emperor looked up, his golden eyes staring emotionlessly into Mortarion's amber eyes—

Mortarion's expression turned blank for an instant.

For a moment, the Emperor withdrew his gaze, and Mortarion seemed as if nothing had happened.

Mortarion watched silently as the Emperor walked out, then lowered his head again, and began to read.

"Den"

The door was closed.

small theater:
The emperor had a kind smile on his face.

Heart: hard, fist hard.

　Not amnesia, don't worry.

　　In fact, the Emperor dotes on Lao Mo, I think it is because Mortarion's position is particularly in line with the Emperor's taste.

　　Mortarion: extreme human race + extreme rejection of aliens + materialistic god of war.

　　Speaking of the materialistic God of War, Mortarion tried to talk about science to a Nurgle's unclean man after he became a demon, leaving the other party speechless.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)