Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 20 19. Mosan, what is your Ninja Way?

Barbarus, Southern Swamp, Morit Village.

The third year since Hades arrived in the south.

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Thick fog rolled, white waves were like waves, a trace of coldness eroded the temperature of the body, and the poisonous fog tried to drown the passers-by in it all the time.

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

"That. Death."

"Hmm?"

"You are fighting for the people, right?"

Hades carefully glanced at the thin young man leaning against Mortarion. This young man was the epitome of countless rebels who followed Mortarion in the uprising-

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

But, what if Mortarion is not fighting for the liberation of mankind as he appears to be?

After Hades finished speaking, Mortarion's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his amber eyes appeared and disappeared in the mist, like the eyes of a hunter hidden in the jungle.

"I have been doing this all the time. Why do you ask this, Hades?"

Hades sighed lightly.

"What if an opportunity arises, you lose everything before, but in exchange for the victory of the people?"

Why ask this?

Mortarion silently clenched his fists. Of course he would, why not? After all, it was the human beings who made him regain his meaning when he had nothing before.

"Of course I will choose the people. It is these people who chose me. They are willing to be my sharp blade, so I will definitely live up to the responsibility. And. Hades, you shouldn't ask such a ridiculous and naive question."

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

"What if I lose everything, including asking you to give up revenge on the alien lord Nakre?"

Hades' voice had not yet fallen, Mortarion suddenly jumped up, and the giant scythe pointed directly at Hades' head.

The scythe whirlwind directly split the fog waves, and the white fog in the sky was instantly split in half! The blade wind was still rushing, and the fog a hundred meters away was broken!

Fuck, too fast!!!

Hades just barely exerted 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 half-knelt on the ground, holding the scythe in one hand and carefully putting the young man's head on the ground with the other hand.

His eyes stared at Hades, cold, suspicious, and fearful. Hades was sure that he had just seen a trace of madness in Mortarion's eyes.

Hades colluded with the aliens?

"What did my adoptive father tell you?"

"No, I didn't. I didn't meet Knakre."

Hades tried to make his tone lighter, but it was obvious that the cold touch on his neck threatened him all the time - Mortarion even deliberately suppressed his strength, so that the sickle blade just pressed on Hades' artery.

Mortarion was silent.

"Then why do you say that?"

Why did he ask that? Why did he ask this? Was he controlled by the alien? Did he not trust Mortarion?

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

"Did you help humans because you hate Knakre, or did you choose to resist the alien because of humans?"

Is that all?

Just for this, he asked himself?

But Mortarion himself did not think about this question.

What about Mortarion's own answer? .

Hades felt that Mortarion's scrutinizing eyes cut him open again and again, and he wanted to cut Hades open.

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

It seemed that he had confirmed that Hades had no ill intentions and was not controlled by witchcraft--

"Hmph!"

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

"This situation does not exist."

Mortarion said softly.

"It does not exist. The people here are oppressed by the aliens, and these alien lords will never give up enslaving and abusing humans."

"As long as the aliens are not eliminated, the real peace of mankind will never come, and the liberation I promised them will never come."

And that bastard. That monster who is arrogant and arrogant because of witchcraft. That scum who treats them as livestock!

"Nakre must be killed! I will kill him with my own hands and bring true liberation to mankind!"

Hades watched Mortarion being entangled in anger and regret.

Yes, if there was no man from the sky, the question Hades just asked would never be true. Mortarion would eventually accumulate strength and then kill his inner demon.

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

At this time, the question asked by Hades would have substantive meaning, it was inevitable.

Just as it was written in the original book,

He would come.

He would sit in a gorgeously carved, golden aircraft made with the most advanced human technology.

He would ride on his throne and come on the widest and most fertile black soil of Barbarus.

He would walk slowly and dramatically across the land, and Barbarus's ever-present poison would automatically dissipate around him.

His face is handsome and vague, his figure is tall and strong, and his golden armor shines with the most subtle colors that any human being can imagine.

Everything on Barbarus pales in comparison to him.

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

O Mortarion,

The people you trust, the partners you are proud of, and the soldiers you rely on will willingly surrender to him.

Even if you give these people everything you have, even if you commit your future to them, even if you believe in them expectantly.

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

They surrendered, and they gave everything they had.

After all, he is the emperor.

After all, they are human beings.

He would go down and, with the most grace imaginable, treat the first wounded person he encountered, even if that person's injuries seemed completely untreatable.

He would heal him, and the wound would heal in an instant, and the rest would kneel before him, singing the praises of the miracle.

They will lead him joyfully into the fortress you have worked so hard to build, they will invite him to sit in the noblest seats in the council chamber, they will surround him and listen to him tell of distant wonders and old dreams.

And you, Mortarion.

You have just fled in a hurry from a failed attack. You listen in panic and horror to your sentry reporting this miracle from the sky to you.

You want to feel less like a loser, and you muster up the courage to walk into your conference hall, but the first time you see him——

You just know you've lost everything.

You have been abandoned by your humans.

You are a loser.

"I am...your friend, who 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 relatives, it is time to return to our embrace. I assure you that glory and wealth are just around the corner. The dawn of a new era is coming."

He wants you to give in and leave with him.

How could you possibly leave.

Barbarus, people of Barbarus, this is all yours.

But obviously, this guy has taken that away.

At this time, Mortarion had nothing but hatred for Naklay.

He also saw it and used your hatred and future to bet with him.

But you lost the battle with Nacre.

It was a complete defeat, everything was lost.

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

The “anchor” that locks in the past, present, and future is set.

He, the Most High, smiled with joy.

Hades looked at Mortarion in front of him. His eyes were filled with anger towards his adoptive father Naklay, but his hope and determination for the liberation of mankind were also mixed with it.

How can I change this destined fate?

Fortunately, today Hades is also working hard to improve his speaking skills in order not to become a bad can.

I have sent it to the group countless times, (;Д｀), just add q to 2834827638. I don’t watch qq very much, so I may be slow to reply to messages.

It makes up for Mortarion's mental journey. To be honest, when I read Mortarion's biography, I had this feeling. This guy hates the Emperor. In a sense, it's because the Emperor was too bad when he came. It was high-profile, and Mortarion himself was a primarch who was particularly proud of being high-profile and gorgeous - and then he sent it.

Later, I will add 100 reasons why Mortarion hates the Emperor. (Ahem, exaggeration)