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

Chapter 330 319. When Mortarion was trapped in the tunnel...

Hades' hand holding the battle report paused for a moment, and he blinked in confusion. The gorgeously decorated words after victory on the Ultramarines battle report were looking at him doubtfully.

"what happened?"

The Emperor beside Hades spoke casually, and the Emperor himself was also checking the information handed over by Malcador.

"No...it's nothing. Someone might be scolding me behind my back."

The emperor raised his head and glanced at Hades thoughtfully, but did not explain his behavior. The emperor paused and asked instead,
"Hades, what do you think of the Primarch?"

Hades opened his mouth. He didn't think this was a topic that could be discussed in one day. It was difficult to make a conclusion about the nineteen original bodies with different personalities——

Even for Mortarion, it took him years to figure out the astonishing brain circuits of his elder brother.

At the same time, the identity of the questioner also turns this question into a proposition.

But Hades has a universal answer...

The smile at the corner of Hades's mouth twitched twice,
"Ah...well...it looks a lot like you."

Then Hades watched in amazement as a slightly bright smile gradually appeared on the emperor's face.

The emperor seemed to be satisfied with this statement;
"They still have a lot of deficiencies, but they do resemble aspects of me—not quite the same, and their essence is not all given by me."

Hades's answer seemed to arouse the emperor's interest, and he continued to question Hades with great interest,

"Hades, you have been getting along with my descendant Mortarion before. What kind of original body do you think Mortarion is?"

The Emperor noticed that when Hades was looking through the battle reports of different legions, he seemed particularly interested in the battle reports of the Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and White Scars.

Although Hades also spent a lot of time on the battle reports of the Iron Warriors and Iron Hands, staring at the strategic maps and data calculations, and simply staring at the pictures of the Space Warriors are obviously two different reactions.

Hades stared at the emperor, and he put down the battle report in his hand - this was still a proposition, and it was far sharper than before.

Hades serious his tone,

"Mortarion is an excellent legion commander. Under his leadership, the Death Guard has extremely strong cohesion. At the same time, his personal position is also reliable enough. Mortarion is extremely loyal to pure humans and extremely rejects psychic powers. , subspace and aliens, Mortarion and the Death Guard are extremely loyal and stable, so I personally recommend increasing material assistance to the Death Guard."

The emperor smiled and asked casually,
"Why are you getting nervous, Hades?"

If the heart could be embodied, then Hades would now look like a sweaty soybean.

Yes, why do you think so, Neos?
"Hades, I just..."

The emperor spoke slowly,
"I hope to have a casual chat. I am very satisfied with Mortarion, although I know that he has some friction with Malcador."

Hades stared at the Emperor, he carefully planned his words,
"I need to make sure that you will not make any adverse changes to the future of Mortarion and the Death Guard because of my words."

The Emperor shook his head,

"You are overly worried. I am not perfect, and neither are my descendants. Leon Jonson is inhumane, Perturabo is stubborn and extreme, Horus is arrogant and hypocritical, Robert Guilliman is impulsive... …The demigods people say are flawed, that’s true.”

"Now that you know that, Neos, why don't you say a few words about them?"

The Emperor fell silent.

"I am not omnipotent. How can I make Guilliman stop his sometimes overly exuberant thinking? I can't do it, Hades. The original body is a miraculous thing created by me. Their growth is destined to be accompanied by pain for them. The crushing ordeal, if artificially arranged, is destined to consume countless manpower and materials."

"There is no high wall in this world that will never collapse, and there is no steel that will never rust. As long as we are human, we will have the possibility of falling into the abyss."

"not to mention,"

The emperor picked up the tea and took a slow sip.
"Even if they have not grown, as generals of the Great Expedition, as tools, they are already qualified." He looked at Hades, who also looked at him silently, although Hades's subspace The projection disgusted the Emperor as always, and the Emperor could not analyze Hades's mood from this disgust——

But Hades would understand his words, the Emperor thought.

Sure enough, Hades scratched his head in self-indulgence and began to look for something to eat from the snack box in front of him.

"Well, Neos, I still recommend that you pay more attention to Fulgrim, Perturabo, Horus..."

The Emperor nodded,

"Now answer my question, Hades, what kind of Primarch was Mortarion?"

Hades' eyes looking at Macragge's snacks moved back to the Emperor. Hades let out a long sigh, and then he spoke,
"This seems like a small report to the parents, Neos."

The Emperor was unmoved and stared at Hades expressionlessly, as if to say that Hades must provide equal information that could be equivalent to what he just said.

Hades felt that the emperor seemed to be saying with his eyes that if Hades evaded the topic again, he would call Malcador over—let the young man deal with him.

Hades waved his hand,

"Uh... Mortarion... I think he was born to like humans very much, because he was abducted by us when he saw humans at the first sight. As for his aversion to spiritual energy and oppression, it was acquired. , and was consolidated in the liberation of Barbarus.”

"You talk less because the environment in Barbarus is like that. You know, Neos, where everyone can talk without talking. I am the only one who can't sit still, but Mortarion has a sense of humor - Although I think he’s better off without that.”

Hades paused, as if he was wondering whether he should say anything, but in the end he spoke.

"actually,"

Hades said,

"I can feel that at the beginning, most of Mortarion's motivations were out of [fear]. He always seemed to think that things would go bad, so he would prepare in advance, or fall into depression, and at the same time It makes him less trusting of others."

"Then... after meeting humans and the Death Guard, his motivation gradually changed to [wanting to protect some kind of existence], so he has always liked to stay with the Barbarus people, or go to the Death Guard training room stroll."

This can be a good quality, provided he does his job first and then entertains himself.

"He doesn't want to lose them...but he doesn't have a strong desire to make things better. Unless the situation is so dangerous that it will all be ruined, Mortarion always prefers to maintain the status quo, whether it is Baba Russ, or the Death Guard."

"Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's inexplicable, but luckily I got him back."

Hades was silent for a moment,

"...I wish I had talked him back."

Hades moved his eyes, and he saw the Emperor staring at him with great interest, seeming to be satisfied with what Hades said.

"I am very happy,"

The Emperor said, Hades listened to the Emperor speechlessly, he felt so much that the Emperor told him that he was happy every day, is this some kind of mantra?
"You are indeed a friend who cares about Mortarion, not someone who is simply confused by the characteristics of the original body. You have seen the real him."

Hades smiled, his mouth slightly wild,

"I'm a psychic insulator, Neos. When have I been fascinated by the Primarch's traits? Their charismatic aura has no effect on me."

The Emperor smiled. He said nothing and glanced at the Ultramarines battle report that Hades had put down earlier.

　Great!I coded it!
　　Speaking of Fulgrim, he was so handsome. My loyal eyes to Mortarion wavered for a second.

　　Well, I still don’t like Emperor Zi very much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)