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

Chapter 741 185. Wait? !
【I think I understand your concerns at that time. 】

Roboute Guilliman said so, the golden hair of the Lord of the Empire gleaming with light, but all he got in response was a roll of the eyes from Mortarion.

【I thought I gave you a holiday? 】

Guilliman asked jokingly. This sentence successfully made the Pale Lord a little afraid of him. Guilliman saw that Mortarion quickly set up a defensive white mist around him. The God of Death turned around and retreated to a safe range.

It was just out of reach of Guilliman's [Domination].

To be honest, Guilliman did not expect Mortarion to react like this, although he did work overtime for the Pale Lord for a while.

Guilliman had expected Mortarion to continue his provocations as before.

But faced with the inevitable forced labor, even Mortarion decided to respond in a roundabout way.

【I was just kidding.】

Guilliman raised his hands in vain, trying to make his tone as light as possible.

【A, joke - a joke.】

Guilliman said, but Angron came over and patted Guilliman's shoulder plate.
【He won't believe anything you say, Guilliman.】

The Lord of Red Sand added,
【After you forced him to work for at least two months.】

「I just──」

[This cannot be said to be an accident.]

Angron raised an eyebrow and stared at Guilliman's rather bright and innocent expression from the side.
[Sometimes I wonder if you did this on purpose, so that you could use it as an excuse to reduce Hades's vacation to Death Guard, so that Pluto can keep working.]

【I swear I never had such thoughts.】

Guilliman swore with all his heart, and he felt a chill on his forehead from Mortarion retreating back into the mist.

The Lord of the Empire was sweating profusely. He had accidentally worked for too long that time and had forgotten to remove the authority from the Pale Lord.

This resulted in the tenacious Mortarion being expelled directly back into the Warp after this overtime due to a significant reduction in strength.

Guilliman did indeed sincerely apologize to the Pale Lord and promised compensation, but after that Mortarion would never appear in an area with a radius of thirteen steps with Guilliman as the center.

Guilliman swallowed his saliva. He wanted to say something to make up for the awkward situation, but the good news was that Vulkan was here.

【Sorry, I'm late. 】

The Fire Dragon Lord's generous voice sounded, and beside him followed his equally dark-skinned descendants of the First Company. Vulkan's sudden return was a complete surprise to the Fire Lizards, and the joy of his descendants also infected the Primarch, which made Vulkan in an extremely amiable state for a while.

Tu Shan, the captain of the First Company of Fire Dragons, saluted the Primarchs gathered here, and then consciously led the Fire Lizards to retreat to the second social circle.

Here is Karas, who can't die no matter how hard he tries and curses everyone; Karn, who is as idle as Angron; and Calgar, who looks exhausted.

Among them, Carl and Tu Shan seemed to be the most comfortable, so Karas rolled his eyes viciously at the salamander that was approaching.

【You came at the right time. 】

Guilliman said with a smile, he walked over and hugged Vulkan naturally, Angron also walked over and gave Vulkan a hug, while Mortarion kept a distance from them and refused the greeting.

Vulkan released Angron's tightly clasped hands, and the fire dragon's blazing gaze turned toward the thick white fog, and toward the skinny god of death standing in it.

【I suppose you are here to guide me, my brother?】

There was a coughing sound in the white mist.
【Just a simple attempt. 】

Mortarion said lightly, and his skeletal hand reached out to the bottles and jars at his waist, and accurately picked out a small glass bottle wrapped in layers of white cloth.

Mortarion raised his hand, and the bottle floated in his palm. Only then did people realize that the white cloth was actually the mist of death. The mist representing death dissipated bit by bit, and a bright green light gradually lit up.

The last trace of the seal disappeared, and in the bottle that was clinging to the bones like a spider web, a drop of crystal liquid with a dazzling light green fluorescent light was suspended, trembling slightly, trying to move as far away from death as possible.

【Elsa's Tears.】

Mortarion said with a sigh:

[But this is not the ordinary kind, I got it through some means - and added some other things in between.]

【What? 】

Angron asked, and Mortarion coughed.
[Part of the spiritual energy that disappeared after the fall of Slaanesh. 】

Mortarion said, his eyes deep,
[Some of Aisha's authority is already compatible with Slaanesh, so I mixed in a small part of Slaanesh's special authority as an introduction——

Most of this power has dissipated, but I have not allowed it to return completely to the Warp.

In other words, most of the water in the "cup" belonging to this authority was poured back into the subspace, but a very small part still existed, and the "cup" was not directly broken.

The eyes of the Fire Dragon Lord, which were burning with blazing flames all day, reflected the new green. Vulkan was thoughtful.
【like?】

Mortarion nodded.
【Rebirth, kindness, and love—or maybe it’s charity, that’s all.】

A part of the power of rebirth and mercy still lies with Nurgle, but not much. Some of them flowed back into the Warp because of Nurgle's severe damage, and the others were captured by Mortarion and Vulkan respectively.

But Mortarion was completely unable to utilize this power. During daily combat, he could only use the Tears of Aisha as a conductor to bestow this power as the simplest method of use.

The poisonous aura of the god of death, enough to kill tens of thousands of people, floated across his face, and Mortarion slowly stared at the fluorescent bottle suspended in his hand.

After all, he conflicts with this concept -

There are very few beings that can gather all three and integrate them with each other like Nurgle. After all, Nurgle controls [eternity] and [entropy].

[How are you doing now? ]

Mortarion asked hoarsely, examining Vulkan with his eyes. He knew that Vulkan would be the best candidate for [Newborn] -

Thousands of years ago, after Mortarion "witnessed" Vulkan himself withdraw his own death.

Vulkan is an immortal.

【It feels good. 】

Vulkan whispered that it was strange that the most majestic of the Primarchs could be so thoughtful and compassionate.

Vulkan took a step forward, and Mortarion no longer hesitated. He handed over the small bottle that had been rejecting him. Almost at the same moment the bottle left Mortarion's palm, the light in the bottle suddenly increased a thousand times!
【WOW! 】

Angron took a step back in amazement. Almost everyone was startled except Mortarion and Vulkan. Mortarion glanced helplessly at Angron who had just subconsciously moved towards the Space Marines to protect them.

[I have already said that I am opposed to this authority.]

Mortarion pointed this out. He himself had been suppressing the authority of [Rebirth]. Originally, [Rebirth] should have had a negative impact on him, but because the authority Mortarion obtained was too sparse, Mortarion was not affected much.

It was not even as painful as Hades calling Mortarion by his real name.

【It's...calling me.】

Vulkan spoke cautiously, clasping his hands together, the light illuminating his face.

This is the best.

Mortarion added, casually backing away from the watching Guilliman.

[This proves that you two are compatible - I guess you already have some newborn authority? ]

Vulkan nodded. The Emperor had previously intended to let Vulkan and Nurgle fight each other, so Mortarion was not surprised.

But I still feel a little bit out of tune,

Vulkan said seriously, he seemed to be completely focused on the vial in his hand, and did not notice the three primarchs around him who suddenly became nervous.

【What's the meaning? 】

Guilliman asked tentatively.

Vulkan was silent for a moment, as if he was looking for the right words, and then he clenched his hands, completely blocking the light emitted by Aisha's tears. [It is much gentler than I thought. ]

The Fire Dragon Lord said calmly that because the Lord of Mankind had thrown psychic energy at the Primarchs, Vulkan had grown again - and was undoubtedly still the largest among them.

He was about as tall as Mortarion, or slightly taller, but Vulkan was nearly as wide as five Mortarions put together.

Vulkan now looks like a black dragon.

[New life is accompanied by pains, birds break their shells, seeds sprout, and new minerals erupt from the depths of volcanoes. This is an extremely violent process in itself - and it is not what I feel now...]

Vulkan paused.

[A gift from a higher power? ]

Looking at his brothers who were looking at each other in bewilderment, Vulkan realized that he might not have expressed himself clearly, so he coughed and spoke again.

[I mean this power is more like a vain life bestowed by the superior to the inferior, rather than life truly born from pain.]

The culture of the Salamanders was born on Vulkan's home planet, Nocturne, a planet with intense geological activity. At first, Vulkan believed in the idea that fine iron was forged in flames.

【…】

【I think this is the difference between you and this authority.】

In the silence, the psionic master Mortarion spoke. After all, he was the first person to learn without a teacher.

[Unless they are great demons under Chaos, the successors will generally not be completely in line with these already formed and colored authorities - such as me.]

Mortarion held out his hand, and a mist of ash rose from his hand.
[Nurgle's authority over death is always closely connected with decay. The death it controls always presents a scene shortly after the death of a thing.

The death I control is closer to the eternal silence of the final moment of everything, with flesh and blood destroyed, bones withered, and only a pile of ashes left after the corpse.

This is also in some ways consistent with the annihilation and godslaying of the Eldar God of Death, so Mortarion has successfully usurped power before.

[Authorities influence each other, just like different colored waters slowly dyeing each other. Chaos mixes the colors of the authorities they control. Therefore, apart from the newly born authority, there is no pure and independent authority.]

The power in Vulkan's hands is also influenced by Aisha and Nurgle's other powers.

[But once you have mastered this power - you can recolor it with your willpower and soul. ]

Mortarion added, glancing darkly at Guilliman, who was the perfect symbol of this.

The Lord of the Empire completely merged the [lust for power] from Slaanesh and the [power] from the Lord of Mankind, and because of Guilliman's overly strong (? Or confused) willpower, this ability that could have been extremely terrifying was turned into forced overtime.

And desk teleportation.

Although this is scary enough.

Mortarion believed that he would never want to experience Guilliman's power again, nor did he want to watch Guilliman evolve his abilities again.

[I see. Thanks for clearing up my confusion, brother.]

Vulkan said, without any hesitation, the Lord of Fire Dragon simply clenched his hand, and there was a crisp and abrupt sound of glass breaking.

【? Are you starting now? ! 】

Angron asked subconsciously, and a soft halo almost immediately lit up around the Lord of Red Sand. The reason for calling Angron over was not to let him play a double act with Guilliman, but to calm Vulkan's possible emotional outburst.

Guilliman came to sign the contract to ensure that the Fire Dragon Lord's subspace body was connected to the Empire's subspace body.

Mortarion came over to provide psychic guidance - in fact, Mortarion also brought some materials for drawing the formation, but he did not expect Vulkan to start so straightforwardly.

According to Mortarion's idea, they should still be in the preliminary quarrel stage, because their greatest guarantee Hades has not arrived yet, he went to the cafeteria halfway.

【Relax.】

Vulkan held out his hand to Angron, indicating that he was alright.

“I feel like I can tame this force—it’s so gentle.”

Vulkan spoke softly, as if afraid of shocking the power in his hands.

Mortarion remained silent, but a dagger and a wine jug appeared in his hands, ready to be used for the ceremony at any time. The Pale Lord stared at Vulkan, ready at all times.

But it is also possible... not all power is aggressive and destructive. On this point, Mortarion is particularly skeptical about the power extracted from Aisha.

They saw droplets of liquid sparkling faintly green flowing out from Vulkan's clenched hands. The droplets fell on the ground, and in an instant a lush green vegetation grew up. Bright spots of light rose from the vegetation, floated upwards, and gradually gathered into larger spots of light.

Mortarion's pupils shook.

He realized that the light that was slowly taking shape had its own consciousness to some extent.

This is also very common. The gathered authority sometimes has a faint consciousness, although most of the authorities that Mortarion has seen were directly torn apart and "killed" by Hades.

This was not good news. The Grim Reaper almost subconsciously wanted to throw the dagger in his hand to nail the thing to the wall, shatter its intelligence, and then let the power be absorbed by Vulkan.

This little guy from Elsa still has the will to fight?

His mind taunted him, but Mortarion was ready to fight.

But as if sensing what the Death God was thinking, Vulkan raised his arms toward Mortarion and shook his head.

Then, the Fire Dragon Lord looked at the ball of light floating in the air. It looked like an embryo floating in the amniotic fluid, or maybe a seed.

Vulkan carefully extended his hand to the regiment, an action he performed very skillfully because he had held children in his arms many times before.

[Yes, yes, I will protect you. ]

Vulkan said softly that Mortarion was certain that the fire dragon had now established some kind of connection with this ball of Warp psionic energy, and this degree of compatibility made the God of Death feel a little uncomfortable.

Then, as everyone watched in astonishment, the ball of light circled around Vulkan, then jumped into the heart of the fire dragon's chest and disappeared.

【it's over? 】

Angron suddenly asked, and the Lord of Red Sand blinked violently. Why did he feel that this was a little different from other people's psychic sublimation rituals?
Vulkan responded by shedding tears, but his eyes were burning with flames.

【I think it's over.】

Vulcan said,

[It is a gentle child - I promised it that I would not use it for destruction, and I would take it with me through forging.]

【Wait?!】*2
Mortarion and Guilliman shouted at the same time,

[It didn't sign a contract with me?!]/[You just promised not to use this power for destruction?!]

boom!
The door was flung open, and as everyone stared in amazement, Hades walked in with a grin.
"Haha sorry I'm late--"

Then Hades saw Mortarion and Guilliman staring at each other.

"what happened?"

Hades asked, looking around, but he didn't see any signs of the ceremony starting.

"Haven't it started yet?"

[It's over, it went very smoothly.]

The fire dragon with everlasting flames in his eyes replied, and he felt the final request of the new life to him - Vulkan will gather all the new life.

In other words, he wants to rescue all the new powers in Nurgle.

...This is completely different from the process by which he acquired the power of Death.

Mortarion thought speechlessly, and he felt very unhappy.

The luck values ​​of different people cannot be generalized.

(End of this chapter)