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

Chapter 197 189. Untrustworthy Brother

The side room of the meeting room.

So. Why did it become like this?
Hades silently stared at the fruits on the table in a daze, then picked up another one and began to chew.

Hades is sitting in the side room of the reception room and waiting, and there are two Luna Wolves with similar faces sitting in front of him.

The other death shrouds were led by the moon wolf to wait outside, Horus took Mortarion to the main room of the reception room to chat, and Abaddon took Hades to the side room to chat, but the chat While chatting Abaddon began to shake people.

Abaddon, who realized that he couldn't talk to Hades alone, hurriedly shook him, and Hades, who was eating and chatting unconsciously.

So Hades is now sitting in front of half of the members of the meeting of the Four Kings of the Shadow Moon Wolf, Abaddon and Saiganus, while Horus the Younger and Togaton are not there.

The Four Kings Council, also known as the Mourners, is similar to Horus' personal strategic advisor, and has a good relationship with Primarch Horus in private.

At present, Saiganus in Mourners is not dead yet, so Gavier Loken, who has outstanding military exploits in the later period in the original book, is only the tenth company commander of Moon Wolf.

Hades looked at Abaddon and Saiganus in front of him, he knew the fate of these two
One became invincible after the Horus Heresy, the other died in a diplomatic accident before the Heresy.

After the death of Saiganus, the Council of Four Kings lacked that rational and introspective warrior. Although the newly promoted Loken was rational, he was unable to gain a firm foothold among the mourners due to lack of qualifications.

This also laid the foreshadowing of fate for the following tragedy.

After the emperor returned to Terra, Erebus designed Horus to be stabbed by the broken sword from Nurgle. Nurgle's toxin put the Primarch into a life-threatening situation. In the end, the panicked mourners chose to obey Erebus. Rebas's suggestion was to send Horus to the temple of the Four Gods for treatment, where Horus was contaminated by chaos, and when the Primarch came out of the temple again, he was no longer that Horus is gone.

But if Saiganus was still there, the sane mourner might stop Abaddon and his madness, of course, maybe.

After all, Hades is not a master of deduction. A person's choices may be very different in different situations and states. It is impossible for a person to remain rational forever.

Hades really hoped that the moon wolf would not fall into tragedy, but it seems that the key to solve the moon wolf's situation is not with the moon wolf. Go back and find the emperor, or go to the word bearers.

Moreover, Hades spent all his energy trying to get a Mortarion. He thought it would be over if he cut down an alien lord Nacre, but it turned out that there will be one after another. Who knows if there will be more in the future.

With Hades in his current position, he can't tell Saiganus nonsense about not going on a diplomatic mission, or saying don't die, the three mourners behind you are not clear-headed after you die.

Hades thought about it. There is currently no solution to this kind of thing, and it cannot be changed by just saying a few words. It is better to establish a good relationship with the opposite party first, and then play by ear later.

I don't know what I said to War Dog at the beginning, did War Dog find Angron in the end?
Compared to Hades, who was full of thoughts, gnawing on the fruit while making plots, Abaddon, who was facing Hades, was in a cold sweat. Talking to this death guard obviously required too much knowledge reserve, and Abaddon, who began to feel strenuous halfway, was decisive. It was only by pulling Saiganus who was passing by that he managed not to embarrass Moon Wolf in the death guard's chat.

This is not the kind of tit-for-tat chat, this is a very special kind of chat, Hades can cut into the problem from an angle that Abaddon can't think of every time, and he doesn't have the arrogance that ordinary space warriors have. On topics that Hades was interested in but didn't understand, Abaddon would be chased by Hades and asked frantically.

At the beginning, Abaddon was complacent about telling Hades some battlefield analysis, but Hades asked more tricky and in-depth questions, and at the same time began to ask Abaddon's data and examples, and Abaddon gradually realized that Something is not quite right.

This is not the same as he envisioned.

It was agreed that the Death Guard had experienced two wars.

Eventually Abaddon decisively shook Seganus over, allowing him to take over the drudgery.

Seganus, who was next to Abaddon, was contemplating. The conversation with Hades just now had clearly inspired the warrior. Seganus realized that some of the angles proposed by Hades would provide a new solution to the problem.

Seeing that the confrontation between the two finally came to an intermission, Abaddon hurriedly chatted a few words to enliven the atmosphere. Of course Moon Wolf knew the role of this Death Guard in legion diplomacy. Apart from Primarch, Moon Wolf would take the initiative to befriend those outstanding interstellar Fighters, it's also an extension of their foreign policy.

"It's a pity that Tariq and young Horus are not here. I think they will be happy to meet you."

Hades smiled politely, took Abaddon's words,

"I am also looking forward to getting in touch with other insightful people in the Shadow Moon Wolf. The chat with the two of them has inspired me a lot."

This is a lie. Half of the time just now Hades was staring at Abaddon's soaring braid in a trance, and the other half of the time was plotting. Hades used skip and autoplay for the conversation just now.

This kind of mindless dialogue is very simple, just grab a more off-the-wall point in the conversation and ask, maintain an interested listening posture throughout the process, and let the other person talk and it's over.

It's just that Hades' past made the points he grasped more novel, so it inspired Saiganus more.

While Abaddon and Hades exchanged pleasantries, Seganus silently stared at the two in thought.

Unbeknownst to Hades, he had already managed to attract the interest of two of the Moon Wolf Mourners.

The living room is the main room.

"My brother, how does it feel to lead the Legion?"

On the contrary, the main room of the Primarch's exclusive reception room does not have too many decorations. The walls have been hollowed out, and there are a few bottles of wine. There are a few books that have obviously been flipped through
Mortarion, who had extinguished the poisonous gas from the censer, sat opposite Horus, holding a piece in his hand, staring at the chessboard in front of him in thought. Horus had just taught him a kind of naval chess popular in the Empire. This kind of chess piece that simplifies the rules of naval warfare obviously attracted Mortarion's interest.

After all, there was no entertainment on Barbarus.

Mortarion answered casually,

"...it gives me more joy than joining the Empire."

Horus was dumbfounded. Through the contact just now, he already knew that this brother had great opinions on the emperor and the empire.

"Some aspects of the empire really don't satisfy us. Maybe you can go to understand those more distant star fields, where the leaders of those planets are more honest, and you will find that the brilliance of human beings is so attractive to you."

"This is the meaning of our expedition, for humanity."

Horus laughed at himself, and took another move by the way. He often played chess with Sanguinius, so there was still room for Horus to bully a novice on the chessboard.

"And, after all, those mortals can't do as well as we do. You have to admit that even our best heirs will have omissions, let alone those mortals."

"Do not."

Mortarion stared at the chessboard, wondering how his cruisers could cut off the opposing supply lines.

Horus wondered for a moment at the denial, not understanding what Mortarion was denying.

But he saw that Mortarion was still staring at the chessboard in deep thought, and it was inconvenient for Horus to interrupt Mortarion's thinking by asking.

Mortarion thought he could move his cruisers alongside those Mechanicum fleets, which would be a good deterrent, so he did.

When Mortarion saw his fleet successfully inserted into the enemy fleet, he raised his head in satisfaction and said proudly,
"My best sons don't make mistakes, but truly outstanding fighters should not be called sons. They are comrades-in-arms and reliable existences on the battlefield."

But then Mortarion saw Horus smiling in disbelief,
"There is no one who does not make mistakes, my brother, and even I dare not claim to never make mistakes, and even Fulgrim, who thinks himself perfect among us, will not deny that he has made mistakes."

"My brother, Mortarion, have you not made mistakes? Even if we have not made those irreparable mistakes, sometimes small mistakes are inevitable."

Before the words were finished, Horus keenly noticed that Mortarion's breathing stagnated for a moment inexplicably.

Irreparable mistake. Mortarion was drawn into unbearable memories, and visions from the future kept alerting Mortarion to the sins he might commit.

Even though he and Hades had cleared Barbarus of the evil psychic powers, how would Mortarion know that literally cut everything off.

All they can do is keep insuring a Pandora's Box that might open, locking it layer by layer until the chains fill the void.

After a while, Mortarion gave a muffled hum.

"I made mistakes."

Horus, opposite him, watched him carefully,
"Are you okay, brother? You don't look right. Maybe I can get you some wine. I just received a drink from a mortal diplomat here."

Without waiting for Mortarion's reaction, Horus stood up on his own, took a random bottle of wine from the wall, poured himself a glass casually, and handed another glass to Mortarion.

Mortarion stared at the translucent amber red in a daze, and there was even a mellow smell wafting from it.

Of course he drank, but not this kind of wine. The Death Guard had their own unique culture. Primarchs liked to choose a heroic warrior to drink poisoned wine after the battle. Symbol of defeat and death.

At the beginning on Barbarus, Mortarion took Karas to drink every day. Later, Karas couldn't stand the strong alcohol, so Mortarion started to take Hades to drink. Later, Mortarion Ann found that Hades retched every time before taking the drink, so he started picking other fighters to drink.

That didn't mean Mortarion thought Hades didn't fight bravely, but maybe Hades just couldn't stand the smell.

There was nothing Mortarion could do about it, he couldn't make the wine less poisonous for the sake of taste, usually these wines pressed and fermented by beetles and poisonous plants have a unique flavor, and Mortarion likes this taste.

Realizing that Horus was watching him from behind, Mortarion carefully removed his breathing mask and took a sip from his glass.

Mortarion smashed his mouth, the taste of the wine was too weak, he really wanted to put down this glass of wine that was as tasteless as water, but seeing Horus' kindness towards him, Mortarion chose a Drank the wine in one breath.

Damn it, Horus poured him another cup.

Mortarion chose to wear his own breathing mask this time. He was not thirsty and did not want to drink water.

Horus looked at the poisonous gas gushing out of Mortarion's breathing mask just now, which was several times stronger than the poisonous gas in Mortarion's incense burner. He has been breathing this?Horus had thought that Mortarion's breathing mask was pure air.

Horus realized that this brother might be more problematic than he thought, and if Fulgrim was here, he would have begun to politely correct Mortarion for his drinking posture.

As the first Primarch to be recovered, Horus knew that some of his brothers were not perfect, especially the recently recovered Angron. From a few words from the Emperor, Horus learned that his Brothers are being tortured intolerably and it is not appropriate to have access to other brothers.

Mortarion, who had obviously reacted abnormally just now, and the poisonous gas he breathed in the mask, made Horus feel that he needed to know more about his brothers. The Emperor was too busy to devote himself to every brother. As patient and careful as Horus was.

Horus took a sip of the wine. These were some of his rare fine wines, which would only be taken out when entertaining the Primarch brothers, and the extraction process could fully satisfy the Primarch's picky taste buds.

Horus remained silent for a moment, allowing the silence to create a suitable stage curtain for him,

"My brother, Mortarion, I know this may offend you."

"But I would say, if you're confused about the past, or about something in the present, or even frustrated, maybe you can talk to me."

Horus' voice came from behind Mortarion, and Mortarion was staring at the air above the chessboard. It didn't feel right, he just wanted to play a game of chess, but he was going to be sucked into an unnecessary conversation.

But he knew that Horus was kind. This elder brother is the most kind Primarch Mortarion has encountered so far. Horus gave him enough space, and he was not as aggressive as those previous existences. His combat exploits and experience squeezed Mortarion's living space.

"Sometimes it's a good idea to have someone to talk to, but if you like mystery—"

Mortarion heard a good-natured laugh from Horus,
"Then keep it mysterious, it's fascinating, isn't it?"

The relaxed atmosphere created in advance, a sudden pressing step, and a slow half-step back, Horus is familiar with how to conquer the city on the battlefield of words.

He heard Mortarion gasp slightly, as if preparing for a long speech.

Horus raised his lips, he would help his brother integrate into the empire, even if they didn't admit it was "helping", few Primarchs were willing to offer to "be helped".

Mortarion thought about all that was confusing and scary before, he asked Malcador, but Malcador simply stated that it was the malice of the warp, Mortarion tried to ask more , but he was talked about by mortals, so Mortarion just knew there was Chaos, but what did they ever do to humans?What will they do to humans in the future?
Mortarion knew nothing of it, he saw only the corruption that would appear in his deepest nightmares.

Mortarion leaned back in his chair, suddenly realizing that this would be an excellent opportunity to ask his brother what he knew in this regard. Although Malcador did not encourage, or forbid, such behavior, Horus I also said that they do not welcome Malcador.

Mortarion tried to slowly sort out a clue from the mess of memories. He thought of the rotten and wriggling carrion on the Endurance, and the souls of the children trapped in the stinking body. He stared at the opposite wall , The memory gradually became clear.

He thought of the battered walls of the Endurance. They overlapped silently with the walls of the Vengeance Blade before his eyes.
Mortarion woke up suddenly.

He began to break out in a cold sweat, and Mortarion suddenly became aware of a terrifying fact, a deduction that was enough to make him restless, a truth that he deliberately ignored.

Perhaps Mortarion was silent for too long, Horus came from behind him, put his hand on Mortarion's shoulder,
"Are you all right, bro?"

Horus' voice began to become unclear, and Mortarion felt that he was about to lose control of his breathing, as if realizing that something was wrong with Mortarion, Horus put a little force on his shoulder, as if Motioned for Mortarion to turn and look at him.

But Mortarion didn't dare to turn around. He lowered his head firmly, staring at the dark blue chessboard, almost burying himself in the chess pieces.

Mortarion didn't want this, he finally met a brother who took the initiative to care about him, but he realized the bad news——

If he, if the Death Guard may fall, does that mean that the twenty legions parallel to them may also fall into the abyss of eternal doom?
Mortarion's pupils narrowed, staring at the enemy and enemy pieces on the chessboard, except for the color, the rest of them were exactly the same.

Did Horus know this?Did he know that the Shadow Moon Wolf might also fall?Should he say it?Or have they fallen?No, Hades didn't respond, they haven't fallen yet.

Should he tell Horus?But Mortarion remembered what happened when he first heard that evil word. The language had its unique charm, and the weak drink stagnated on the tip of Mortarion's tongue.

Everything became out of control, and the newly established brotherhood quickly turned to ashes. Only the cold and cruel truth reminded Mortarion——

He couldn't even keep his own legion from falling into the abyss, so how could he try to trust other legions?

Are there any untouchables like Hades in Luna Wolves?If not, how should they face those existences?This is an army unique to the Death Guard, does that mean that all the remaining legions are here defenseless, they won't even know they are naked?

"Brother? Mortarion? Are you all right?"

Mortarion took a deep breath,

"I'm not good."

He kept this direction and stood up, trying not to look at Horus' eyes that might be full of worry. His brother's eyes could speak, and Mortarion didn't want to talk too much because of it.

"But I hope you are well."

He lit his own incense burner again, and the poisonous gas slowly floated out. Mortarion picked up a chess piece casually, and watched the chess piece be easily polluted by the poison stain of the incense burner in his hand.

"I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. It's a pity that I can't play chess with you."

"You can send me the strategic command later, and I will let the Death Guard execute your tactics after I think the tactics are feasible and correct."

The qualifications of the Death Guard allowed Mortarion to be marked as "assistant" in this battle.

Horus watched Mortarion's transformation in amazement, all of this happened so quickly, Horus didn't even know what went wrong with his steady performance every time.

Watching Mortarion leaving in a hurry, Horus only had time to look at Mortarion's broken gray and white cloak and speak,
"Okay? Are you really okay, bro?"

"But if you really need something, remember to find me!"

Mortarion took his scythe Nirvana from the door, and strode silently out of the main chamber of the parlor,
"I will."

These words dissipated in an instant like a poisonous mist covering his whole body.

"Hades, let's go!"

Mortarion watched Hades pick up a few more fruits and stood up. The two-month-old wolf behind Hades was obviously surprised by Mortarion who came out suddenly, and they stood up a little at a loss , seems to want to send Hades away.

The primarch lowered his scythe seemingly inadvertently, and the huge scythe blade stopped the moon wolves from making any further progress.

Mortarion frowned indistinctly, and Hades was still unconsciously echoing the words of the two moon wolves. They seemed to have made an appointment to see each other next time.

He looked at the fruit in Hades' hand,
"Don't eat it."

Mortarion said something in a low voice, and then he saw Hades who was obviously stunned. Hades looked at him in amazement, as if he realized that something was wrong.

Mortarion ignored Hades, and he hurriedly left the moon wolf's territory with the death shrouds.

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