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

Holy crap, that was fast!!!

Hades barely managed to raise his scythe to parry before the heavy, massive scythe unique to Mortalians was already pressed against his neck.

Is this the power of the Primarch?

At this moment, Mortarian knelt on the ground, holding a scythe in one hand and carefully placing the young man's head on the ground with the other.

His eyes were fixed on Hades, cold, suspicious, and fearful. Hades was certain that he had just seen a glimmer of madness in Mortarian's eyes.

Hades conspired with the aliens?

What did my adoptive father say to you?

"No, no, I did not meet Nacre."

Hades tried to keep his tone light, but it was clear that the cold touch on his neck was a constant threat—Motalian even deliberately suppressed his strength, pressing the scythe blade precisely against Hades's artery.

Mortarian fell silent.

"Then why do you say that?"

Why did he ask that? Was he possessed by the Xenomorph? Did he no longer trust Mortalian?

"I want to know which is more important, humanity or the plan in your own heart?"

"Did you help humanity because you hate the Nacre, or did you choose to fight against the Xenomorphs because of humanity?"

Is that all?

Is that why he asked himself?

But Mortalian himself hadn't really thought about this issue.

What was Mortarion's own answer?

Hades felt Mortarian's scrutinizing gaze cutting him apart again and again, as if he wanted to dissect Hades completely.

He could certainly feel Hades's blood pressure rising and his heart pounding.

It seemed to confirm that Hades meant no harm and was not under witchcraft.

"throat!"

Mortarian put down the giant scythe, the heavy blade crashing to the ground, splattering mud and the dull thud slowly carrying through the thick fog.

"This situation does not exist."

"Motalian said softly."

"It doesn't exist. The people here are oppressed by aliens, and these alien lords will never give up enslaving and abusing humans."

"As long as the aliens are not eliminated, humanity will never have true peace, and the liberation I promised them will never come."

And that bastard. That arrogant monster who relied on witchcraft. That scumbag who treated them like livestock!

"Nacre must be killed! I will personally slay him and bring true liberation to humanity!"

Hades watched as Mortarian was consumed by anger and remorse.

Yes, if it weren't for that man from beyond the heavens, Hades' question would never have been true, and Mortarion would have eventually gathered his strength and then vanquished his inner demons.

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

At this point, Hades' question takes on real meaning; it is an inevitable consequence of existence.

Just like it is written in the original work,

He will come.

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

He will descend upon the broadest, most fertile black earth of Barbarossa, riding on his throne.

He would walk slowly and dramatically onto this land, and the perpetual poison gas of Barbaros would automatically dissipate around him.

His face was handsome yet indistinct, his body tall and robust, and his golden armor shimmered with the most exquisite colors imaginable to humankind.

Everything on Barbarossa paled in comparison to him.

The first guard to discover his death would kneel before him, trembling and weeping.

Mortarian,

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

Even if you give these people everything you have, even if you promise them your future, even if you believe in them with high hopes.

But the man simply stood there, without saying a word.

They surrendered; they gave up everything they had.

After all, he was an emperor.

After all, they are human beings.

He would go on, and with the most graceful manner imaginable, he would treat the first wounded man he encountered, even if the wound seemed completely untreatable.

He would heal him; his wounds would heal instantly. The others knelt before him, singing praises of the miracle.

They would gleefully usher him into the fortress you have painstakingly built; they would invite him to sit in the most prestigious seat in the conference hall; they would surround him and listen to him recount distant miracles and old dreams.

And you, Mortarian.

You have just fled in haste from a failed attack, and you listen in panic and fear as your sentinel reports this miracle from heaven.

You wanted to avoid looking like a loser, so you mustered the courage to walk into your meeting room, but the first thing you saw was him—

You'll know then that you've lost everything.

You have been abandoned by your humankind.

You're a loser.

“I am your friend, and I have come to Barbarossa in search of a noble soul,” he added. “In search of you.”

"Separated by thousands of worlds, you have been away from the Empire for far too long. My lost loved ones, it is time to return to our embrace. I assure you, glory and wealth are just around the corner. The dawn of a new era is about to break."

He wants you to submit and leave with him.

How could you possibly leave?

Barbaros, people of Barbaros, this is everything to you.

But clearly, this guy has already taken them all.

Aside from his hatred for the Nacre, Mortarion had nothing at this point.

He saw it too: you're gambling with him using your hatred and your future.

But you lost the fight against Nacre.

They lost completely, losing everything.

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

The "anchor" for locking in the past, present, and future has been set.

The Most High God smiled with satisfaction.

Hades looked at Mortarion before him, his eyes filled with anger toward his adoptive father Nacre, but also mixed with hope and determination to liberate humanity.

How can I change this predetermined fate?

Congratulations! Hades is now working hard to improve his rhetoric skills so as not to become a stinky can.

I've sent it to countless groups already, (;Д｀), just add me on QQ: 2834827638. I don't check QQ much, so my replies might be slow.

I finished reading Mortalian's biography, and to be honest, when I read Mortalian's biography, I had this feeling: this guy hates the Emperor, and in a sense, it's because the Emperor's arrival was too damn high-profile, and Mortalian himself is a Primarch who is particularly awful in terms of being high-profile and flamboyant—so he sent him away.

Later, I'll add 100 reasons why Mortarion hates the Emperor. (Ahem, just an exaggeration.)

Chapter 21: A shut-in can't talk big.

Barbalus, Southern Swamp, Moret Village.

Hades arrived in the south in his third year.

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White mist billowed as Mortarian stood holding his scythe, while Hades, three or four meters away, also stood up, supporting himself with his scythe. The young man remained lying unconscious in the same spot.

The oppressive aura emanating from Mortalian pressed down on Hades, and Hades even felt his breathing become rapid.

Damn it, Nacre, Mortarion's foster father, Hades was certain he had crossed Mortarion's line.

But even if Hades didn't bring it up, Mortarion would have to face this sooner or later.

No, we need to appease them quickly! Otherwise, Mortarion will just start chopping Hades up and down sooner or later!

Hades once again shamelessly succumbed to reality!

“I believe, and I hope, that you can successfully kill Nacre.”

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"Then why do you say that?"

"I just want to know, Death, in your heart, which is more important, revenge or the people of Barbarossa?"

Mortarian wore a hood, and his breathing mask covered most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

But on the exposed upper half of Mortarion's face, some fine wrinkles appeared around his eyes.

Hades knew he was hesitating.

Mortarian hesitated.

He knew it.

Hades sighed inwardly. It was destined to be this way. This was a cruel twist of fate, Mortarion's inner demons, the root of his corruption.

Of the twenty-one Primarchs, Mortarion's corruption began the moment he landed in Barbaros.

Damn it, what if Hades really has to run away and create the Death Guards, and then just watch Mortalian and the Death Guards fall together?

grass.

"people."

Motalian added,

“My adoptive father, Nacre, is the one who took everything from me, denied everything about me, and is the one I hate the most.”

"And the people of Barbarossa."

“They accepted me when I had nothing, they gave me value and meaning in my existence, and they entrusted themselves to me.”

"They are the reason for my existence."

"To resist all injustice."

Is that really the case, Mortarian?

Deep within Mortalian's heart, a voice whispered.

We all have our own selfish motives. Will you really give up on taking revenge on that tyrant?

Didn't you always swear to kill him? Why did you betray your former self?

Mortarian hesitated.

“No,” he whispered to himself, “the people chose me, they entrusted me with their lives, and I cannot be the first to betray them.”

"I cannot be the next tyrant."

He shut down the voice in his heart.

If Hades could hear Mortarion's inner monologue, his expression would probably be quite something.

First, that voice is definitely suspicious.

Secondly, after all, it was the people who "abandoned" Motalian first!

This is an unsolvable problem.

After all, you can't expect humans not to worship emperors.