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

Chapter 747 191. Another "I"

"I think they can continue."

The Emperor sat calmly on his sofa, holding a teacup in his hand, with warm steam rising from the cup. Opposite him sat Dorn with a clenched jaw, while Hades stood speechless beside the two lying primarchs.

The room was silent, save for the not-so-calm breathing of Roboute Guilliman.

"It's only been ten minutes."

Hades said that Neos still had some conscience. Seeing that Robert Guilliman was indeed unable to hold on, he stopped Dorn from continuing to speak.

"But I think they need to know the truth."

Although Dorn has the memory of two destinies, the good news is that both Dorn chose to be loyal to the Emperor. The rock-silent Primarch did not try to confront Neos, but decisively chose to remain silent.

Not choosing to choke Neos is extremely rare among the Primarchs.

【etc,】

Guilliman raised his hand heavily, his eyes wandering to Angron and Mortarion, who were not sleeping peacefully.
[I don't want to simply refute you, my brother,]

Guilliman took another deep breath and successfully looked at Dorn. However, Dorn's gaze made Guilliman feel a little strange.
I mean, this is the story told from your perspective.

[That is to say, this may be slightly different from the truth of the matter.]

Guilliman looked at Dorn's frown, and he looked at Guilliman seriously.
[It is indeed possible that human subjectivity cannot objectively describe the truth, so I am only responsible for describing it as objectively as possible, and the power of judgment is left to you. ]

Guilliman couldn't help but feel his uneasiness at Dorn's unfamiliarity disappear.

This was still the Dorn he knew.

Guilliman then acquiesced and sat back in his seat, silently digesting the information he had gained.

What Robert Guilliman found difficult to accept was that, up to now, Dorn had not been involved in his part of the other destiny line, and Guilliman only learned his title from the Emperor.

Guilliman glanced cautiously at the Emperor again, his heart beating wildly as he wondered if there was a possibility that this was a lie told by the Emperor.

Although this possibility is extremely small, the meaning of the short syllable "regicide" is so heavy that it is hard to forget it just by thinking about it.

But... this could indeed be his fate.

Just as Robert Guilliman of this world ultimately deceived the Emperor, if Neos of another world is even more unreliable, then Guilliman will not rule out the idea of ​​having another self to replace him.

……

This is a terrible idea, but Guilliman is already the Lord of the Empire at this time. Faced with the truth, Guilliman can only accept it silently.

Perhaps... compared to Angron who defected to Slaanesh, a corner of Guilliman's heart might even be relieved.

He believed that no Primarch wanted to serve Chaos - least of all Slaanesh.

Poor Angron.

Guilliman thought so, while Hades on the other side began the physical awakening service. He squatted down and knocked on Mortarion's bone armor first, but the Primarch did not respond.

So Hades stretched out his hand, and between his palms was some kind of black liquid visible to the naked eye. After hesitating for a moment, Hades reached out and took off Mortarion's gas mask to smell the Primarch's breath.

[? ? ! ! ! 】

The Emperor watched with satisfaction as Mortarion sprang to his feet almost reflexively, while Hades immediately leaped back to avoid the Pale Lord's blow. Finally, Mortarion stood beside the restlessly sleeping Angron, his face ashen.

The Pale Lord stared at Neos intently.
【I think it was your idea?】

"it's me."

Neos said calmly, his face unperturbed.
"Don't you want to know the truth? As a fallen person, perhaps you should accept this fact - I think the resilient Mortarion will not fall because of these things. I think the eternal departure of your comrades will be more difficult for you to accept than this."

Hades had reason to believe that Neos was just taking revenge on him for being trapped. Although Neos sometimes lacked emotional intelligence, he always knew what to say to cause the most pain to the other party.

Hades felt that Mortarion was about to explode, but the God of Death just stood there quietly, with some unknown gloom fluctuating in his eyes.

……

He did have dreams of his own fall, but that was a long time ago.

Mortarion took a deep breath as the nightmare of the past came back to haunt him. Even though his abilities were no longer what they used to be, the disbelief and pain he felt after hearing about his own fall in another timeline was no less intense.

And this means another possibility,
The Primarch's brain was working too fast, and he inevitably slid towards the fact.

That is, something happened to Hades in that line of fate - if Hades was still there, and was still the saner and most normal one among the Death Guard, then Mortarion believed that he would never fall.

Or, at least he wouldn't be the "chief of heretics."

Mortarion remained silent. He believed that he was not the only one who discovered this problem. The Emperor and Hades must have also realized it, but neither of them mentioned it.

Was this the topic they talked about when he was unconscious?
Mortarion looked at Hades, but Hades shrugged apologetically and continued trying to wake Angron.

Mortarion raised his hand, signaling Hades to stop for a moment.
[I want to ask, where is the you on that line of destiny? ]

Mortarion asked hoarsely, and Hades laughed.

"It's guaranteed to be dead."

If Tzeentch wants to reverse his fate, then Pluto, who can devour the warp in reverse, will definitely be the first to be killed. Hades is well aware of this.

He who was on the fate line was probably either dead or killed instantly at the beginning.

Hades had intended to ask after he had finished listening to Dorn's story, as he didn't want to interrupt a complete story.

At the same time, Hades saw that Dorn's reaction didn't seem like he knew him, so Hades had already made up his mind.

"There is indeed only one observer of sufficient weight."

Neos added slowly, taking a sip of his tea under Mortarion's grim gaze.

"This will also allow the two lines to collapse at the final point."

【so? 】

Mortarion still felt dry in his mouth, and he was now eager to find out the specific identity of the other end of him and give that person a scythe.

But he also cared about his old friend's story, and Mortarion's instinct told him that if Hades had let the Lord of Change suffer a loss here - then Tzeentch would never just "kill him".

[I guess you didn't ask about the story of Hades——]

Mortarion looked up and saw the reactions of the crowd.

[Then I will come,] Mortarion turned to Dorn, he pointed at Hades, [Do you know him? If you don't know him, then do you know who was the commander of the Death Guard at that time? ]

Dorn looked at Hades, and Hades could feel that the Primarch was avoiding his gaze - because of his physique.

[If this is this world, then I know him. ]

Dorn spoke clearly,
[But I think you mean another world - then I really don't know him. Before I fell into a coma, the commander of the Death Guard was Typhons.]

【Typhons? !】

Mortarion almost shouted, who was Typhons? There was no such person in his legion - but his name sounded so familiar to him, as if he should know it.

"It's Karas Typhon."

Hades suddenly interrupted and added, Pluto's eyes darkened.
"Carras Typhon. I think he changed his name to Typhon after his fall."

Then the Death Guard probably voted N, Hades pondered, and Chaos each took two Primarchs? ... No wonder it was Chaos's destiny to win big.

Death looked at him, and Mortarion seemed confused - perhaps confused as to why Hades knew and was so sure of this, but perhaps this was a secret between Hades and Kharas?

Mortarion breathed heavily, trying to say something, but finally he forced himself to be more polite -

He is no longer the person who could not accept anything.

[He told you his hypothetical name after his fall?] Mortarion made a cold joke, but it was so cold that even Dorn didn't catch it. Only Hades laughed awkwardly.
"You can understand it that way - or if you want to believe that Hades knows everything, well, I can tell you later, but I want to hear what happened over there first."

[…No need, I choose the latter. ]

Mortarion put his gas mask back on and sighed.
[Whether you knew it in premonition or in a dream, or even if that damned Necron told you - I believe it.]

There was no need to dwell on this topic. Mortarion had long ago gotten used to Hades knowing a lot in certain aspects as if by force - he was just surprised why Hades even knew the name of Karas after his fall.

If he asked further, Hades would also say that Hades was not a riddle man like the Emperor and Malcador. There were only two possible situations if he didn't say anything.

First, it is unnecessary; second, this knowledge may cause harm.

But maybe it was really possible that it was Karas who told Hades, the God of Death thought silently, and he decided to skip the topic.

If Angron were awake, he would probably be touched by this trust, but he was asleep and his expression was uneasy.

[So, are there any other characters in the Death Guard that you remember vividly, Dorn? ]

Dorn's eyes told Mortarion that he was thinking hard, and the Primarch reported several names that Mortarion was familiar with, such as Vorcus and Morag.

The rest hasn't changed much...

Just as Mortarion had this thought in his mind, Dorn's next words shocked the Primarch.
【……besides,】

Donne said,
[There is an extremely wise mortal lady in the Death Guard who manages their logistics and medical care. I have met her briefly, Ms. Herrera.]

"."/【. 】

It was a rare sight for the Emperor to see Hades and Mortarion maintaining an extremely indescribable expression at the same time. The scene was very interesting, and the Emperor could not help but take another sip of tea.

"Mo. Ta. Li. An."

Hades said slowly. It was hard for him to describe his current mood.
【I know. 】

Mortarion also spoke word by word.

[If it was just Herrera, I don’t think I would have promoted her to such a high level - I still remember clearly the upper limit of her ability, unless...]

[Someone introduced her to me and taught her to a higher level - or simply brought her to my attention.]

In the original team of Death Guard, only Hades and Herilla were related.

"Although I still miss her,"

Hades said quickly,

"But I think her presence here means something, if Barbarus hasn't changed drastically - then it means that I was, at least lived on Barbarus for a long time, otherwise you wouldn't know her."

The deeper story is that another Hades should have gained Mortarion's trust and started building Barbarus.

So how did he die in the end?

Hades suddenly had an extremely ominous thought, but he was not going to say it out loud. This was just an extremely absurd possibility, and saying it out loud might bring the atmosphere to a freezing point.
He just stared at Mortarion's equally shocked face.

"The other me probably died in Barbaros."

The room was silent, save for the pained whispers of the unconscious Angron at Hades' feet.

"I hope I die in the battle with your adoptive father,"

Hades said dryly,
“But I find that unlikely.”

Mortarion became the chief heretic, which means that the story on Barbarus at that time might have been even worse.

So, what exactly happened?
Hades hoped that his other self would suffer less before leaving.

..............................

【He's a real tough guy.】

Angron said breathlessly, his upper body, which was more muscular than any gladiator on his home planet, was now splattered with liquid and blood, and the ornaments on it swayed like starlight.

You can't play anymore.

Vulkan said worriedly from behind Angron:

【We have delayed too long. Mortarion is coming.】

I am indeed concentrating on the battle.

Angron retorted, wiping the blood from his nose with his wrist.

[But I really underestimated that guy's willpower - his willpower defense is comparable to the Arc de Triomphe. ]

Angron tried to use his psychic power to attack Dorn's soul, but compared with the scars on his body, Dorn's mental defense was almost flawless. There were several times when Angron even felt his psychic wrists becoming numb - Dorn was interfering with him!
Angron hissed in pain. He had heard that the Emperor created the Primarchs to oppose and balance each other. Could it be that Dorn was the one who restrained his abilities?

This is even more interesting.

【Mortarion?】

Angron said carelessly, continuing to stride in the direction of Dorn's retreat. He turned on the piercing and vibration accessories under him, and immediately reaped the joy and pain of his offspring.

[Let him come - I want to see how he plans to persuade Dorn, or just kill him? ]

No matter which case it was, Angron believed he would have an extremely good experience.

Vulkan muttered something behind him, and then the green dragon spoke again.
I don’t really like him.

Vulkan whispered,
【He deceived his loving father.】

【My king is very satisfied with his jealousy, dissatisfaction and regret. 】

Angron said he suddenly felt the presence of some powerful emotional entity, and it was undoubtedly Mortarion.

Only Mortarion could have such powerful and strange emotions.

The deck they were on was distorted, turning into something paler and strange, like a gray-white fern coated with colorful light and shadow, with jealousy and dissatisfaction growing in it, making a rustling sound.

Mortarion's knife-like face appeared vaguely. After returning to the Empire, the Primarch of the Death Guard quickly transformed himself into someone loved by the people of the Empire. Angron believed that Mortarion must have used psychic powers, otherwise how could he have changed his originally sarcastic face into something so decent?

A thin Primarch with a slightly melancholy temperament appeared in front of them. Mortarion was tall and wore simple and clean armor without many emblems. Only the six-thorn skull required by the Death Guard hung on the place where he tied his cloak. On his waist were some tools or weapons necessary for his daily combat.

Mortarion always has a slightly sad expression, and a small dark tear mark above his left cheek, which people would mistakenly think he is kind or compassionate.

On the contrary, this guy is a murderer.

If Angron had not been able to see the overwhelming ocean of emotions behind the man named Mortarion, he would have been deceived by Mortarion like everyone else.

【You are a little slow. 】

Mortarion's unique, calm voice sounded,
【But it doesn't matter, I've already dealt with him. 】

The First Traitor said so, which obviously confused Angron and Vulkan.

[You killed him directly? ]

Angron asked hesitantly, for he had not seen the grand fireworks of the Fall.

Mortarion raised his eyes, but just looked at Angron quietly.

I sent him to where he should go.

Mortarion replied.

[Wait? Where should Dorn go?]

Angron continued to ask. He had a good relationship with Mortarion, but Mortarion ignored him this time. He just disappeared again.

(End of this chapter)