Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 627 Interlude | Take off! Mortarion!

(The timeline is confusing. In the future, official history may not appear)

(Warning that the protagonist is going crazy, extremely OOC)

【What are they doing? 】

Sanguinius said, sitting on the balcony of the Palace of Terra, Gray Wings folded behind him.

The Primarch looked towards the open space below the balcony and saw a strangely dressed giant running wildly with a large insect net.

"——Old Mo! Old Mo!!!"

A distant cry reached the primarch's ears.

[Looks like Mortarion is going to suffer today,]

Opposite the Archangel, Angron couldn't hide his smile, [I think he won't be able to escape a manned flight today. 】

Angron noticed that Sanguinius's wings trembled slightly, and the Lord of the Red Sands immediately added the next sentence,

[Don't worry, Angel...he only knows people who are familiar enough with him. 】

The corners of Sanguinius' mouth twitched.

[I retract my thought that I did not thank him properly and prepare to have a relationship with the dead soul. 】

Angron laughed heartily again, his face was already covered with wrinkles as winding as a mountain road.

[Just watch,] Angron said, [At least I didn't expect that-haha, Guilliman is here too? 】

As if echoing his words, Hades's shout came from the distant garden,

"Emperor!!! Where is the big moth?!!!"

The two primarchs who were sitting on the balcony sipping tea shifted their sights. They saw Robert Guilliman standing on the ground beside the garden fountain holding a sword. The vines wrapped around Guilliman's sword, and the faint light of psychic energy shone on the sword.

[Southeast,] Guilliman said, echoing Hades's words, [...he is behind that wall of trees. 】

"okay!"

Hades shouted happily, and rushed over with his special psionic disruptor. The black stone thread was woven, and the concentration of anti-psionic energy was just right. It was not nerve-wracking to make people confused, and it could force someone to atomize and disappear at the slightest disagreement. The original body appears.

Sanguinius shifted his gaze and indeed "saw" something in the direction Guilliman pointed. A ball of elegant mist, with a little bit of ashes... Ah, the inactive Mortarion.

Before the fog disappeared, Hades arrived at the battlefield. Hades skillfully waved the wonderful tool in his hand a few times in the white fog. The steaming fog instantly withered... and then a gloomy, lanky humanoid Appear among the trees.

【No,】

Mortarion said dullly, [No way. 】

"I haven't asked what you want to do? Are you rejecting me?!"

Mortarion raised his eyes and looked at the strange human who had specially changed into heavy armor and wore yellow and black stripes that looked like some kind of bee.

There is also a hood, and there are two tentacles on the hood.

【……】

【You want me to fly with you. 】

"The enemy!"

Hades laughed twice, "So take me flying, Old Mo!"

【No. 】

Mortarion refused decisively, and the primarch showed an expression as if he was mourning for his heir.

He spread his hands in a self-defeating manner, Mortarion was ashamed to show weakness.

But now he hoped Hades realized that having all his weight on his skinny arms seemed too comical.

But Hades obviously didn't care about this. He began to state the importance of manned flight to Mortarion in a "I have a dream" attitude.

"I have a dream," Hades said affectionately towards Mortarion. "There shouldn't be only one moth in the huge sky. There can be more beautiful things decorating it."

[It can be a birdman, a thunderhawk, or a stormbird. 】

Mortarion said calmly, glancing at Hades.

[But it cannot be a bee. 】

"I took a long time to choose this outfit," Hades said seriously. "The moth outfit, the butterfly outfit... I think the bee outfit fits my hard-working image."

【……】

[Who did you bet with and lost? 】

Mortarion killed Fish Eyes, [Lord of Mankind? Malcador? Or Karas Typhon? 】

Hades in front of him showed an embarrassed expression,

"horse……"

Hades whispered, and there was no sound.

Very good, Mortarion is dead fisheye, is it Malcador, Magnus, or fucking Macragge?

"Anyway, I want to go to heaven," Hades said, "I have been approving official documents for ten fucking years, nine months and three days. I even approved official documents during the war. The fight against Slaanesh started two hours later. Approval of official documents - I want to let go, no, to soothe my wounded heart."

[What’s the stakes? 】

Mortarion asked calmly, "I will approve official documents for you for ten years?" a hundred years? Who hates me so much? 】

Hades blinked,

"It's hard to say, there are many people who hate you."

"You can tell him to me," Mortarion said, the scythe gleaming in his hand, "and I'll tell him why this won't work, and then he'll work for you with apologies—instead of coming here to torture." I. 】

Mortarion looked at Hades, and Hades looked at Mortarion.

Hades remained motionless.

Oops--

This was Mortarion's first thought. He suddenly realized that the main premise for this matter to reach this point was that Hades also wanted to do this. In other words, Hades also wanted Mortar to do it. Lian drove him around, and this fancy dress was just an additional condition for Hades to trick a fool into helping him approve official documents.

Mortarion spread his hands,

【no. 】

"Xingxing."

Hades said firmly, taking a step forward and raising his hands, with the beauty of leaping up to grab Mortarion as soon as he tried to take off and escape.

"I submitted takeoff applications to you at least 35 times," Hades said. "Every time you said you were either busy or tired, Lao Mo."

"I asked the Lord of Red Sand the day before yesterday," Hades said, "He said that you are in excellent condition now - you just don't want to bring your good brother around."

Angron stood up calmly and moved a small step to the left. The next moment, the Archangel was a little horrified to see white mist corrosion starting to appear on the chair where Angron was originally.

"Yes," Mortarion said, "I refuse, it would be foolish." 】

In fact, the Primarch himself loathed flying so much that even the unscrupulous Mortarion would have considered it beneath his dignity to fly.

After all, he is not a birdman, and not all primarchs fly so gracefully.

"Really can not?"

Hades spread his hands and looked at Mortarion deeply, "I know,"

Hades said,

"I know you don't want others to see you flying - but, Old Mo, after you take me with you today, others will only remember today's scene, so that when you fly next time, compared with today, others will Then you will feel that it is acceptable for you to fly alone.”

【……】

Mortarion stared at Hades, the tentacles on the stupid bee still trembling.

This is Hades, Mortarion thought. Do those believers know they are worshiping such a ghost?

[I think,] Mortarion's poisonous gas mask sprayed poisonous mist, [I can't leave directly today? 】

Hades nodded firmly.

……………………

【My eyes...】

Angron said that the archangel opposite him directly covered his eyes with one hand and stopped looking at the too eye-catching scene in the palace garden.

The Lord of Red Sand sighed with emotion, but his eyes were fixed on the garden as if he couldn't move away. The scene of a fluttering moth grabbing the bee's hand with both hands, and then Hades swinging below... The emperor is above.

What made Angron even more emotional was that although Mortarion looked desperate, for some reason, Angron sensed the Pale Lord's faintly happy mood...

He looked like he was enjoying it, Angron thought silently... They are all crazy.