[These years...]
Mortarion lay on the sofa, his eyes looking up at the sky. He once again felt the strength of his adaptability. The tension of the first encounter disappeared. In front of a surging darkness... He...
…sleepy.
He felt his hazy vision gradually dimming and a lingering sleepiness welled up in him, as the price he paid for overdrawing himself over the past ten thousand years.
[I still did something.]
The Primarch rebuked himself for being lax, and his wings creaked. In the past ten thousand years, their master had not treated them as well as this chair.
But actually... Mortarion blew out a puff of mist. Why not take a break
Mortarion was not a Primarch endowed with the virtue of humility, and in all honesty, he felt that he had done enough - no Primarch, perhaps no one on the Golden Throne, had done as well as he did.
…except the Emperor.
But that’s an effort in the opposite direction.
When his thoughts touched upon the [Emperor], Mortarion felt an alarm bell ringing in his heart, but the urgent ringing of the bell gradually faded away... At least they now had someone who could take down the Emperor at any time.
Thinking of this, Mortarion relaxed again. In the past, he might have rebuked himself for being lazy and lax, but now? Now he was too tired.
He slowly felt his mist drifting away, and the white strands touched the rising black sea, and disappeared before he could utter a scream.
“A lot.”
Hades corrected Mortarion, he picked up the teacup on the table and poured some wine.
“Just looking through the documents you reviewed before… I feel stressed.”
[I want one too.]
Mortarion raised his hand and took the poisoned wine handed to him by Hades... This was a symbol of the weakness of mortals. In order to make it edible, they reduced the toxicity and improved the taste.
Never mind... As long as I can drink it, that's fine.
Mortarion tried to take off the gas mask. The mask that was clinging to his face fell off, and the mist covered his true face. Mortarion sneered.
[If an Ogryn were to go up and criticize government affairs for two thousand years, he would also learn how to curse at those bureaucrats.]
[etc,]
Mortarion raised his hand and swallowed the tasteless water. "I know you want to ask Guilliman... but not now."
"And Malcador?"
Hades said, he laughed, his eyes wandering for a moment,
[…]
Mortarion slowly stood up and glanced at Hades. The Pale Lord understood, completely understood this behavior, he had gone through the same thing in the past.
Mortarion sighed, [What did you see? ]
"Malcador and the Lord of Mankind don't get along," Hades spread his hands. "I think Malcador has finally awakened and started to rebel against his former superiors. Sometimes it's nice to team up with Malcador to talk back at the Emperor."
Hades paused again.
"Malcador... it's hard to say. Sometimes I feel like he's gotten more irritable, more of a Riddler - but he was always like this. The Lord of Mankind is still a Riddler."
"But I felt that Guilliman was on guard against Terra... so I became more cautious."
[Then Guilliman can be trusted? ]
"You don't trust Guilliman?"
Mortarion raised his head and stared at Hades.
The Primarch recalled the conversation they had in the past. It had been so long that the promises they made seemed to have been forgotten.
Perhaps this is the essence of this galaxy,
[Can I be trusted? ]
Hades spread his hands and made a sad face.
"At least you're really good... Lao Mo, words and expressions can deceive people, but actions can't. It's been ten thousand years, and I think the guy sitting on the golden toilet doesn't have as high an output as you."
Hades looked at Mortarion for a moment, then chuckled.
Golden toilet...
…that’s blasphemous… but… hahahahahahahahaha.
“I think it’s doable.”
Hades was serious for a second.
"But he's not..." Hades paused again, "to protect the Webway?"
[Guarding the Webway? ]
Mortarion repeated, [Old bastard…] He whispered, [Do you really believe him?]
Hades's expression became extremely interesting, 50% unbelievable, 30% shocked, 20% how could it be like this,
"So... the Lord of Humanity is teasing me too?! Neos?!!!!"
nmd old yellow head! Hades thought about his workload recently, rnm! Give me back my money!!!
Mortarion glanced at Hades and said, "I don't know how you got the idea that the Webway needs the Lord of Mankind to be in charge."
The Primarch paused for a moment. Hades always knew some things, some of which even the Lord of Mankind would not know. Where did he know these
It could also be a void dragon, Mortarion smiled inwardly.
The damage to the webway was not serious.
Mortarion said, [According to what the Lord of Mankind told me... Magnus saved it in time. According to my guess, there are at least two armies guarding the Webway now, the Custodians and the Salamanders... Vulkan may also be in the Webway with the Khan, as well as the Lion and Wolf Kings... ]
Mortarion seemed to sense something, and his voice became quieter and he stopped talking.
Hades' eyes twitched. There were at least five Primarchs.
"It's just a small webway... but it's full of hidden talents."
Mortarion gave a mocking smile.
[Because this is the only place where they don't have to face reality or Chaos directly - unlike the Death Guard, it takes courage to navigate directly in the Warp. ]
"Not necessarily?"
Hades said, "Maybe he is just lost, or he has his own mission?"
Mortarion sneered, but put away his mocking expression.
Clearly, he was calculating.
But it was more obvious that he couldn't figure it out due to the black domain.
Wolf... Where did the wolf go
9.
Mortarion was silent. [The Lord of Mankind... at least did something good.]
"Master Mo," Hades pulled the sofa over, "What did you figure out?"
Mortarion stared at Hades. Where on earth could Hades have come up with such a weird name? But it didn't matter.
[The Lord of Humanity is fighting against the Changing Heavens. It's too blurry, I can't see clearly.]
Hades nodded, which was consistent with what the yellow-skinned man said, who told Hades not to worry about Tzeentch.
"In other words, the reason why Old Man Huang is sitting on the Golden Throne now is to fight against Tzeentch?"
[Yes and no…] Mortarion frowned. [Although I don't want to excuse his laziness, he was seriously injured at the time - he didn't have much strength at the time.]
"Then?" Hades asked. "The Great Rebellion? Or..."
[Sanguinius.]
Mortarion said calmly, his eyes reflecting the burning image of that day.
[… I tried my best to dissuade them,] Mortarion put on the gas mask, he adjusted the position of the mask, and a muffled voice came out, [but they obviously don’t trust me as much as you do.]
He was still too scary.
[However, they paid a price for this.]
(End of this chapter)