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

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This chapter references the short story "Horus Rebellion - Unity" by Barbarosian Death Guard Vox.

Yes, that young man was Vox! (A very famous defender, who later turned into a rotten can of food, sad.jpg)

Chapter 19 Those involved are often blinded by their own perspective

Barbaros, a southern swamp, a wild wasteland.

Hades arrived in the south in his third year.

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The thick, misty white fog swirled gently, and the deep, damp black soil was dense and cohesive. Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be nothing but the white fog above and the black soil below.

In the clearing space where the white mist had dissipated, sat a tall figure—

Mortarian paid no heed to the muddy ground, sitting directly on the black earth. A comatose youth rested on his left knee, while his right knee was supported by his arm, which was also holding his giant scythe.

He looked into the depths of the mist, his amber eyes seeming to cleave through the thick fog, gazing directly at that familiar figure.

Hades slowly emerged from the fog, his downward-pointing scythe resembling a ferry oar, gently gliding across the white mist waves, creating ripples.

When Hades was four meters away from Mortalian, he stopped moving, smiled apologetically behind his mask, and then sat down.

"It's been a long time, Hades."

Hades, sitting opposite him, looked up and laughed, even patting his knee. The familiar gesture from his old friend made Mortarian secretly relax a little.

It's been three years already.

"Yes, it's been a long time, Death."

Mortarian disliked his name, Hades knew. Not only did he dislike it, he actually loathed the name his adoptive father had given him.

Therefore, the Death Guards call Mortalian "Reaper".

The Reaper is both the Grim Reaper and the harvester, the one who reaps the wheat.

Just like Mortarian himself.

"How was it? Did the liberation plan in the south hold you back? We Death Guards probably did a great job. I just watched from afar. Those cannons fired in unison and instantly disarmed those minor lords on the first level—"

"Whoosh—BANG!"

Hades gestured wildly, leaning against the sickle handle, and with his other hand, he exaggeratedly drew a dramatic arc of cannon fire from one end to the other.

Mortarian smiled. He had indeed witnessed the power of those cannons, but unfortunately, these powerful cannons were not well-suited for mountain warfare. They could only serve as support on the plains, and were powerless against those high mountain peaks.

However—Hades still loves to praise others. The Death Guard, they truly are the pride of Mortalian.

Those brave people who fought so hard, those who took up sickles to resist in order to survive, they fought and they resisted, all for a future where they would no longer be afraid.

Mortarian subconsciously looked down at the young man leaning against him, the image of him struggling against his fate still vivid in his mind.

They are all fighters who fight for themselves, aren't they?

Mortarian glanced at Hades, who was still boasting across from him, as if Hades was talking about how powerful he was.

"Hades, can't you get close to others?"

Mortarian reached out, as if trying to touch the unseen aura surrounding Hades.

"Hey! No! No, no, no!!!"

Mortarian's movement caused Hades to quickly step back, losing his balance while still seated and nearly tumbling over.

Brother, no!

Hades was sweating profusely. He could tolerate anyone else touching his Dark Domain, at most making them feel disgusted for a while, but if Mortarian touched it...

Brother, don't attract any other strange things here!!!

Hades quickly retreated, sliding backwards without any regard for his personal image.

Seeing Hades's strong reaction, Mortarian withdrew his hand in disappointment, his eyes seemingly blaming Hades for being so hostile towards him.

So it was true, after all this time, have the three of them long since drifted apart?

Mortarian still remembers how naive the three of them were back then. After drinking, they laughed and talked about liberating humanity in the dilapidated house. At that time, he boasted that he would fight to the end for the cause of human resistance. Typhon cheered him on, while Hades crawled around on the ground, clapping as he crawled.

Mortarian was certainly not drunk, but it was clear that Hades and Typhon were.

"Motalian! Big brother! I'll follow you!!! I don't have any grand ambitions! I just want to find a place to scribble little figures for fun when I'm bored!"

What is a little person?

Motalian remains a mystery to this day.

But now, those happy and simple memories are gone. Typhon is alright, and Mortarian is glad that Typhon has found comrades who understand him.

Hades, however, is unique and must walk alone, separate from the crowd.

Once I defeat the Nacre, once the oppression on this planet is gone, Mortarion vows to help his friend escape this damned curse.

Hades was terrified as he watched Mortarian fall into deep thought once again.

No, brother, don't hold a grudge!

"Uh," Hades scratched his chin, "Well... my constitution can hurt people, and I'm still not used to the feeling of hurting people."

"Besides, I don't want my friends to get hurt, right? Death, if someone gets hurt because of you, you'd definitely feel terrible about it."

Hades nodded in agreement first, then glanced furtively at Mortalian, who seemed to have been convinced.

During his interactions with Mortarian, Hades discovered that Mortarian typically had a complex and often bizarre inner monologue that could be written in tens of thousands of words, but he would only utter a few words. Unless he was pushed to the limit (such as when his defenses were breached), Mortarian was unlikely to be able to fully express his inner monologue.

His mental journey is generally more complicated than that of the average person.

This meant that Hades dared not let Mortarian misunderstand him at all, because if he did, the problem would be huge!

Mortarian nodded and gently lifted the young man with his hand to make him more comfortable.

"I understand how you feel, Hades."

"If you really want to talk to someone, you can come to me. I can withstand your power."

Motalian remained silent for a while, then mumbled something in a low voice.

"I'm not that easily hurt."

As Mortarion moved, Hades looked at the gaunt young man, guessing it was Vox. "Sigh, the Death Guard, who will be so powerful in the future, is so thin now."

"Hahaha, Death, you still have to lead the Death Guard to fight the aliens, I wouldn't dare to bother you."

A wisp of mist drifted by, and Hades, bored, reached out and pinched it.

"You're already harassing me."

Damn, that's such a lame joke.

Hades immediately put his hands together in an exaggerated gesture and bowed to Mortalian.

"Ah, I shouldn't have disturbed Lord Mortalian. I deserve to die. I'll take my leave now—"

"Hades."

With a slight frown, Motalian solemnly called out the demon's name, which immediately subdued the mischievous monkey who was about to throw a tantrum.

Okay, okay, let's not go for those fancy tricks.

Hades immediately sat up straight. Actually, to be honest, his reason for seeking out Mortalian this time wasn't because he hadn't spoken to anyone for too long and had gone mad.

If there's nothing else to do, he doesn't want to delay Mortarian.

After all, Mortarion has far more to do than Hades.

Mortarian may still be thinking of taking a steady, step-by-step approach, and finally planning to kill his adoptive father, Nacre.

But Hades knew that what seemed like endless time was actually like a fish stranded on the coastline, destined to wither and die, on the verge of extinction.

Can Mortarion really kill his adoptive father before the death knell tolls and before the Emperor arrives?

If not, will Mortarion's mind still gradually become twisted and eventually fall into depravity, just like in the original story?

Hades knew that what happened at Barbarus was destined to be a poisonous thorn deeply embedded in Mortarion's heart, silently corroding the Lord of the High Walls' soul throughout the long Legion's life thereafter.

So, what can Hades do before everything happens?

Hades knew that his time was running out. Although he had always hoped to completely suppress the Dark Domain beneath his body, based on previous attempts, this idea was not very realistic in the short term.

He could only gradually distance himself from the crowd.

But Hades thought, what if—and I mean what if—he could persuade Mortarian before he completely distanced himself from the crowd?

While the connection between him and Mortarian is still not too fragile.

Before anything happens.

If Typhon can rely on Mortarion's trust in him, he might betray an entire legion in the future.

Is it possible for Hades to save an entire legion because of Mortarion's trust in him?

He wanted to try it.

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At the very least, Mortalian needs to be given a veiled warning about the future.

Today, Hades is also working hard to avoid becoming a stinky can.

Uh, I'll put the group QR code in the comments and try again!

I confess, as I was writing, I veered off into humor, and I really couldn't stop myself.

Sigh, take a break, take a break.jpg

[Lord of the High Walls] refers to Mortarion. In a short story about the Emperor and the Magnificent playing chess, Mortarion's chess piece before his betrayal was a high wall, and after his betrayal, it was a heart hollowed out by maggots.

Chapter 20 Mo Sang, what is your ninja way?

Barbalus, Southern Swamp, Moret Village.

Hades arrived in the south in his third year.

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Thick fog rolled and billowed like waves, its chill seeping into the air and threatening to drown anyone who entered it.

Hades and Mortarion sat upright. Seeing Hades, who had just been joking, suddenly become serious, Mortarion couldn't help but take it seriously as well.

"That... Grim Reaper."

"Ok?"

"You're fighting for the people, aren't you?"

Hades glanced cautiously at the thin young man leaning against Mortarion; this young man was a microcosm of the countless rebels who had followed Mortarion in his uprising—

They abandoned everything from the past, silencing themselves in anguish, all to become stronger, even stronger, to become an unbreakable blade in Mortarion's hands, fighting for the liberation of humanity.

But what if Mortarion wasn't fighting for the liberation of humanity as he portrayed himself?

After Hades finished speaking, Mortarion's eyes instantly sharpened, his amber eyes appearing and disappearing in the mist like the eyes of a hunter lurking in the jungle.

“I’ve been doing this all along, why are you asking me that, Hades?”

Hades sighed softly.

"What if an opportunity arose where you lost everything you had before in exchange for the people's victory?"

Why do you ask?

Mortarian clenched his fist silently. Of course he could. Why wouldn't he? After all, it was humans who gave him meaning again when he had nothing before.

“Of course I will choose the people. It is these people who have chosen me. They are willing to be my sharpest weapon, so I will certainly live up to their expectations. And Hades, you shouldn’t ask such an absurd and childish question.”

Humans gave Mortarion his sense of purpose, and he would certainly not abandon his followers.

"What if you lose everything, including giving up your revenge against the alien lord Nacre?"

Before Hades could finish speaking, Mortarion sprang into action, his giant scythe aimed directly at Hades' head.

A sickle-shaped whirlwind sliced ​​straight through the fog, instantly splitting the white mist in two! The whirlwind continued its fierce charge, tearing through the fog hundreds of meters away!