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

Chapter 769 [212.] Daily...normal?
【I don’t want to go back.】

"This is the 1066th time you've said that, Conrad—"

[Ugh—Ah!]

Conrad shouted, interrupting Hades's behavior of calling him. The Lord of Night was unwillingly tied to a sofa that seemed to be made of liquid metal with leg shackles made of liquid metal. He was helping Hades sort documents with a pout on his face.

He was reluctant to do so, but if he didn't, Hades would just smile and wrap him in darkness.

All of this was the Night Lord's own fault. Mortarion originally planned to let the Night Lord go to expand the frontier, but then they received a warning letter from Guilliman. The letter clearly stated that Conrad was using the corpses of aliens to try to contact Guilliman.

Well, Mortarion says that's why he let Konrad out.

Guilliman gave Mortarion two choices. One was to let Conrad continue. Then Guilliman would arrange double government affairs for Mortarion - since he was so willing to manage the Tempest Segmentum, he would also manage some of the star regions bordering the Tempest Segmentum and the Ultramarine Segmentum.

That area was originally assigned to Angron. Although Angron did not manage the government well, the relaxed environment created by the Lord of Red Sand made it flourish. However, Angron went crazy recently, so many affairs of this star field were given to Guilliman again.

The second was to quiet down Konrad Curze - they could imprison Konrad however they wanted, but as long as Guilliman didn't see the pile of alien corpses that Konrad had piled up in his dreams during his three hours of sleep every day, Guilliman would allow Mortarion to come back for three more days of vacation.

To be fair, three days of vacation is too long?
It wasn't much, and it was even an insult to the dignity of the Pale Lord, but between the little brotherhood he had with Konrad, Mortarion decisively used Konrad to buy three days of vacation.

The kind without any hesitation.

To hesitate for a moment would be an insult to Mortarion's character.

Seeing that Hades, who was obsessed with reviewing documents, was about to lower his head to approve the oil man's innovation application, Koz quickly spoke again.

[I want to see Corax...]

The Night Lord's voice softened.

[I haven't talked to him for a long time. I am worried about Raven's mental state. I think he may not have recovered yet - after all, the main force of this battle is not his heirs.]

These words made Hades stop writing again. He looked up and stared at Conrad thoughtfully.

Can he say that he is worthy of being the descendant of a yellow-skinned man? These rhetoric techniques are all in one.

Does Conrad really want to see Corax? I'm afraid he's just using Corax's name to go out and have fun.

Hades stared at Conrad, his emotionless black pupils making Conrad mutter in his heart, he didn't know why Mortarion was so protective of this guy - when he was silent, Hades' expression was often inhumanly terrifying.

But fortunately, this guy is very logical and reasonable, and is a rare person whose personality is assessed as "normal" by Conrad.

"Four days, six hours, and seventeen minutes. That's how long Corax will visit you."

Hades said calmly,
"And I think Corax doesn't need you. He is cleaning up the battlefield with Mortarion. If you are worried about Corax, I can ask Mortarion to tell him."

Hades looked at Conrad silently and made a disgusted expression, and then the Primarch helplessly remained in unpleasant silence again. Conrad sat very elegantly, but other than that, everything was terrible.

Seeing that Conrad no longer disturbed him, Hades continued to lower his head to look at the blueprints. With the help of Tau technology, the Mechanicus came up with many innovative designs, even Hades' eyes lit up when he saw them.

You can always count on a bunch of self-modifying, drug-injected academic lunatics, who are always in need of hard work.

Fortunately, we can now conduct independent research and development and innovation.

Everything became quiet again, with only the rustling sound of papers, but suddenly, Hades seemed to hear a very quiet complaint.

【Workaholic...】

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The enemy fell down with screams in the midst of the poisonous gas, and were then annihilated into nothingness again by the long-range fire from the rear. The Grim Reaper exhaled a mouthful of poisonous gas in a good mood, and Corax beside him silently moved slightly to the side.

Mortarion was silent for a moment, tilting his head, and Corax heard the hissing sound coming from the Reaper communication channel.

The sound of electricity ended, and Mortarion spoke.
[How are you doing, Corax?]

【…? 】

A question mark slowly and strangely rose in Corax's heart. The Lord of Ravens didn't understand why Mortarion would ask him about this, nor did he understand why he chose this time to greet him.

In the distance, a group of manta rays in the sky were hit by a chain explosion from drones, and they staggered and fell from the sky, leaving trails of thick smoke.

Corax turned his head away. The only person he could think of now might be Conrad - only Conrad would mention him on his own initiative. Among his brothers, Corax, who had a low presence, would only be mentioned by Guilliman or Conrad, but Guilliman was too busy recently to care about anyone.

[I'm fine. What's up? ]

Corax asked, going over in his mind his army and recent battles - he indeed found nothing unusual.

Mortarion didn't look at him, but continued to admire the miserable situation of the enemy in the distance, as if he was a pervert who was extremely interested in death. The god of death always treated Corax in a businesslike manner, and the intersection between them was not deep.

[Conrad...is more worried about you.]

Mortarion spoke in a hoarse voice. Mortarion's voice had always been strange, and Corax could imagine the voice of the God of Death vibrating through his mask filled with poison gas, and then being contaminated into a strange appearance.

Now everything became clear, and Corax breathed a sigh of relief. Conrad must have wanted him to rescue him again.

Among the returning Primarchs, Conrad's position was indeed the only one that was rather awkward, but the other Primarchs also acquiesced to the fact that Conrad only wanted to be a king.

Corax disagreed with Conrad's approach, but emotionally, the Primarch was relieved.

【I will go to visit him.】

Corax tells the truth.

【After the war ends. 】

Now Mortarion turned back, and there was something meaningful in the eyes of the god of death. Things seemed to be getting troublesome again. Just as Mortarion kept his distance from him, Corax didn't like dealing with such brothers.

Their minds are too sensitive and their thinking is too twisted.

No matter how they treat others, their nature is extremely sensitive, which will force ravens to be cautious.

Typical examples might be Horus, Mortarion, oh, and Sanguinius.

It was not very comfortable to be with them. Corax preferred to be with normal people, oh, Conrad was an exception.

[How is your legion commander, Sevix? ]

Mortarion asked suddenly, Corax was a little surprised, he thought Mortarion wouldn't care about these.

[The injury has healed.]

He told the truth.
[But I don't plan to let him continue to be the leader of the legion - Sevix is ​​a good warrior, but he is a bit irritable and not suitable to lead the legion. The Raven Flock needs an experienced and wise man to manage it. ] [Do you plan to go yourself? ]

Mortarion drawled, and Corax smiled.
[No, I'm not trying to make an exception - I'm looking for the best of my offspring.]

In fact, due to the Codex (revised) formulated by the damned Guilliman, Mortarion is not the commander of the Death Guard now. The commander of the Death Guard is someone else -

You guessed it right, it was Karas who was currently venting his anger by fighting with Sevatar on Terra.

After the other primarchs returned, there was no rush to go through the legion position assignment process, so in theory, the second-in-command of each legion is still the nominal legion commander.

【so. 】

Mortarion said, glancing aside as if interested again in the bombed-out hive structures of the Tau.

[If you want to find your descendants from ten thousand years ago... you can go to the Emperor. I think he knows the whereabouts of many old soldiers.]

This surprised Corax, he did miss his former offspring... Sharokin... Corax's eyes widened.

[…Maybe I should say thank you? ]

Mortarion shook his head.
[We deserve this—the old guy has a lot of veterans serving with him.]

Especially Gala.

Especially Gala!
Damn the Lord of Humanity!!!
【besides……】

Mortarion was silent for a long time, then spoke again.
[Hades is planning to use the Tau's factory assembly line to produce new equipment and vehicles here - but I don't want the Death Guard to be equipped with this equipment, as the Tau's design is more aerial and mobile, which is too far away from the positioning of my legion.]

Death did not finish the rest of his words. Corax blinked, and he remembered what Conrad had said. Did Conrad tell Hades and Mortarion, or did they discover it themselves, or was it just a coincidence?
But no matter what,

[Then let the ravens try,]

Corax laughed.
[I think my descendants would love to fly.]

【Um. 】

Mortarion responded - and then they began to admire the poisonous fog in the distance again.

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[Another branch]

【? ? ? 】

[You look like you've had a good fight, Shrike.]

A flat voice came out of the pale and thin Mortarion's mouth. Corax glanced at Mortarion. The thin and slightly melancholy guy was looking at him.

【Thank you for your good words. 】

Corax said, he laughed, the blood on his armor had not yet dried, and it was splashed with the enemy's juice again, among which were small pieces of flesh and organ fragments. The thick spinal bone decorations meandered down from between the wings behind his armor. Corax rarely cleaned his armor.

Mortarion still looked at Corax calmly. Corax felt a little bored. This guy always had a dull expression, as if he would not react even if his spine was pulled out.

I heard that this guy was playing big in private. According to Angron the Desire, in dark corners where no one could see, Mortarion would wear a gas mask and breathe a lethal amount of poison gas by himself.

Even Angron, the darling of Slaanesh, would fall to the ground with his eyes rolled back and foam at the mouth after sensing Mortarion's presence at this moment.

Mortarion sighed and asked quite sincerely,
【I don't think I've made you unhappy? 】

Corax shook his head, and the giant Daemon Prince stepped back and looked toward Mortarion.

He said seriously,

[I just don't like you, the ordinary people - but not against you, Mortarion.]

It's true, the Blood Lord's blessing makes Corax unhappy with anyone who performs mediocrely.

[Then I will go to the bloody arena with you to fight for a while after I finish my report? ]

Mortarion said, this thin guy whose width without armor was less than one-third of Corax's.

Corax smiled and shook his head. He looked thoughtfully at the chain-like lines on Mortarion's neck. The golden lines emitted a dim light. It looked like the crown was half removed and then locked upside down.

【Guilliman will be angry.】

The demon who worships battles and blood has rarely given in.

[I'm fine with that, but you will be targeted, Mortarion.]

[That overtime maniac is not so stingy as to not even spare a day for his trembling slaves.]

Mortarion said casually, and he looked up again into the depths of the palace, where the light of gold and blue never faded - the Kingslayer, Lord of the Empire, Robert Guilliman, was waiting for him.

Unlike Corax who was covered in heavy armor, Mortarion was not allowed to wear armor and carry weapons into the palace because of Guilliman's bad taste, but this guy who did everything indifferent did not seem to be annoyed by this.

Mortarion was only wearing his casual clothes on Barbarus. Due to etiquette, the outfit was originally half hood and half cloak. Mortarion did not wear the hood of his clothes, but instead revealed his white hair and face.

Corax took another step back, as if he was very afraid of the existence deep in the palace.

【He is calling you. 】

Corax said cautiously, then knowing that Guilliman had already noticed them, the Blood Shrike had to leave first. Before leaving, Corax gave Mortarion a slightly sympathetic look.

Mortarion, however, still had a nonchalant expression on his face. After watching Corax leave, he simply walked along the corridor of the palace. The grand lights on the walls illuminated him, as well as the magnificent reliefs on the walls, representing the glorious and grand history and present of the empire.

Guilliman loves to do this, and these things are one of the few hobbies of his that can be said to be useless.

An ugly pile, Mortarion thought calmly. Ugly.

Then he came to the two tightly closed doors. The shining golden door was looking down at him, with intricate and dazzling pictures carved on it using spells, incantations, and the secret language of the star gods.

Mortarion had a blank expression on his face. He was just about to reach out to push the door - without any surprise, the door opened automatically the moment before his hand touched it, showing him what was behind it.

There, the Lord of the Empire, Robouti Guilliman, sat on his throne, with countless transmission threads hanging from the void, connecting to the shining crown on his golden hair.

【You are finally here, my friend. 】

Roboute Guilliman gave Mortarion a warm smile.

(End of this chapter)