Chapter 769 [212] Daily Life?

Chapter 769 [212.] Daily...?

[I don't want to go back. ]

"This is the 1066th time you've said this, Conrad--"

[Uh--ah! ]

Conrad yelled, interrupting Hades's behavior of calling him. The Lord of the Night was unwillingly tied to a sofa that seemed to be made of liquid metal by leg shackles made of liquid metal, pouting and helping Hades sort documents.

He didn't want to do this, but if he didn't, Hades would just smile and wrap him in the black domain.

All this was the Lord of the Night's own fault. Mortarion originally planned to let the Lord of the Night go to open up the frontier, but then they received a warning letter from Guilliman, which clearly stated that Conrad was using the corpses of aliens to try to contact Guilliman.

Well, Mortarion said that this was why he let Conrad go.

Guilliman gave Mortarion two choices. One was to let Conrad go on. Guilliman would then double Mortarion's government affairs. Since he was so willing to manage the Tempest Segmentum, he would also manage the part of the Segmentum bordering the Tempest Segmentum and the Ultramarine.

That area was originally assigned to Angron. Although Angron was not very involved in government, the relaxed environment created by the Lord of Red Sand made it flourish. However, Angron went crazy recently, so many affairs of this Segmentum were put back on Guilliman.

The second was to let Conrad Curze calm down. They could imprison Conrad however they wanted, but as long as Guilliman didn't see the pile of alien corpses piled up by Conrad in his three-hour sleep dream every day, Guilliman would allow Mortarion to come back for three more days of vacation.

To be fair, three days of vacation is too much?

It wasn't much, and it was even an insult to the dignity of the Pale Lord, but between the few fraternal love between him and Conrad, Mortarion decisively used Conrad to take three days off.

He didn't hesitate at all.

Hesitation for a moment was an insult to Mortarion's personality.

Seeing that Hades, who was obsessed with reviewing documents, was about to lower his head to approve the innovation application of the oil man, Curze hurriedly spoke again.

[I want to see Corax...]

The voice of the Lord of the Night softened,

[I haven't talked to him for a long time. I am very worried about the mental state of the raven. I think he may not have come out of it yet-after all, the main force of this battle is not his descendants. ]

These words made Hades stop writing again. Hades looked up and stared at Conrad thoughtfully.

Can he say that he is worthy of being the descendant of the yellow skin? These words are all set.

Does Conrad really want to see Corax? I'm afraid he is not going out to play with a pile of titanium music in the name of Corax.

Hades stared at Conrad, and his emotionless black pupils made Conrad mutter in his heart. He didn't know why Mortarion was so protective of this guy - when he was silent, Hades' expression was often inhumanly terrible.

But fortunately, this guy was very logical and common sense, and was a rare person whose personality was evaluated as "normal" by Conrad.

"Four days, six hours and seventeen minutes, this is the time Corax will visit you."

Hades said calmly,

"And I think Corax doesn't need you, he is cleaning up the battlefield with Mortarion - if you are worried about Corax, then I can ask Mortarion to tell him."

Hades looked at Conrad silently and made a nauseous expression, and then the Primarch helplessly maintained an unpleasant silence again. Conrad's sitting posture was very elegant, and everything else was terrible.

Seeing that Conrad no longer disturbed him, Hades continued to lower his head to look at the drawings. With the help of the titanium technology, the Mechanicus proposed many very innovative designs, even Hades was enlightened.

You can always expect a bunch of academic lunatics who transform themselves and inject drugs. They always have plenty of hard work.

Fortunately, we can now independently develop and innovate.

Everything became quiet again, with only the rustling sound of paper, but suddenly, Hades seemed to hear a very quiet complaint.

[Working lunatic...]

…………………………

The enemy fell down with a hideous scream in the diffused poisonous gas, and then was annihilated into nothingness again by the long-range firepower from the rear. The God of Death spit out a mouthful of poisonous gas in a good mood, and Corax beside him silently moved slightly to the side.

Mortarion was silent for a moment, tilted his head, and Corax heard the hissing sound coming from the God of Death's communication channel.

The electric current sound ended, and Mortarion spoke,

[How are you lately, Corax? ]

[...? ]

A question mark slowly and strangely rose in Corax's heart. The Lord of Ravens didn't understand why Mortarion would ask him about this, nor why he chose this time node to greet him.

In the distance, a group of rays in the sky were hit by a chain explosion of drones, shaking and falling from the sky, leaving a trail of thick smoke.

Corax turned his head away. The only person he could think of now might be Conrad - only Conrad would take the initiative to mention him. Among his brothers, Corax, who had a low sense of presence, would only be mentioned by Guilliman or Conrad, but Guilliman was too busy recently to care about anyone.

[I'm fine, what's up? ]

Corax asked, he went over his army and the recent battle situation in his mind - he really didn't find anything unusual.

Mortarion did not look at him, but continued to admire the tragic situation of the enemy troops in the distance, as if he were a pervert who was extremely interested in death. Death had always had a business-like attitude towards Corax, and their interactions were not deep.

[Conrad... is more worried about you. 】

Mortarion said hoarsely. Mortarion's voice had always been strange. Corax could imagine Death's voice vibrating in his mask filled with poisonous gas, and then being contaminated into an unfamiliar appearance.

Now that everything was clear, Corax breathed a sigh of relief. Conrad must have asked him to rescue himself again——

Among the returned primarchs, only Konrad's position was more awkward, but the primarchs all acquiesced to the fact that Konrad wanted to be the king of the show.

Corax disapproved of Konrad's actions, but emotionally the Primarch was relieved.

【I will go visit him. 】

Corax told the truth,

[After the end of this war. 】

Now Mortarion looked back. There was something profound in the eyes of Death, and things seemed to be getting more troublesome again. Just as Mortarion stayed away from him, Corax didn't like dealing with such brothers very much -

Their thinking is too sensitive and their thinking is too twisted.

No matter how they treat people, their nature is extremely sensitive, which makes Raven have to be cautious.

Perhaps the typical examples are Horus, Mortarion, and oh, Sanguinius.

They were not very comfortable to be around, Corax preferred to be around normal people, oh, Conrad was an exception.

[How is your legion commander Sevex? 】

Mortarion asked suddenly, and Corax was a little surprised. He thought Mortarion wouldn't care about this.

[The injury has healed,]

He told the truth,

[But I do not intend to let him continue to be the leader of the legion - Sevex is a good warrior, but he is a bit irritable and is not suitable for leading the legion. The ravens need experienced wise men to manage them. 】

[Are you planning to go there yourself? 】

Mortarion said slowly, and Corax smiled.

[No, I don't want to be an exception - I'm looking for the best among my offspring. 】

In fact, due to the "Holy Codex (Revised Edition)" formulated by the damn Guilliman, Mortarion is not the commander of the Death Guard now. The commander of the Death Guard is someone else——

You guessed it right, it was Karas who was currently fighting with Sevita in Terra to vent his anger.

The rest of the original bodies did not rush to go through the legion job scheduling process after their return, so in theory, the second-in-command of each legion is still the nominal legion commander.

【so. 】

Mortarion said, glancing aside, seeming to be interested in the blown-up hive buildings of the Tau again.

[If you want to find your descendants from ten thousand years ago... you can go to the emperor. I think he knows the whereabouts of many veterans. 】

This surprised Corax, who did miss his former children... Sarrokin... Corax's eyes widened.

[...Maybe I should say thank you? 】

Mortarion shook his head,

[This is what we deserve - that old guy has a lot of veterans hiding in his place to serve. 】

Especially Gaara.

Especially Gaara!

Damn the Lord of Mankind! ! !

【besides……】

Mortarion was silent for a long time, then spoke again,

[Hades is planning to use the Tau's factory assembly line to produce new equipment and vehicles here - but I don't want the Death Guard to equip this batch of equipment. Combined with the Tau's design, which is biased toward aerial and mobile types, my legion's The positioning deviation is too large. 】

The God of Death did not finish the rest of his words. Corax blinked. He remembered what Conrad had said. Did Conrad tell Hades and Mortarion, or did they discover it themselves, or was it just a person? coincide?

But no matter what,

【Then let the ravens try it,】

Corax laughed;

[I think my heirs would love to fly. 】

【Um. 】

Mortarion responded - and then they began to admire the poisonous mist in the distance again.

…………………………

【Another branch】

【? ? ? 】

[You look like you had a good fight, Shrike. 】

A plain voice came out of the mouth of the pale and thin Mortarion. Corax glanced at Mortarion. This thin guy with a little melancholy was looking at him.

【Thank you for your good words. 】

Corax said, he laughed, the blood dripping on the armor had not dried up, and was splashed with the enemy's juice again. There were many fine pieces of meat and organ fragments, and thick spine bones decorated the wings behind his armor. As he descended, Corax rarely cleaned his armor.

Mortarion still looked at Corax calmly. Corax felt a little bored. This guy always had a bland expression, as if he would pull out his spine and he would not react.

I heard that this guy played a big game in private. I heard Angron the Zealot say that in a dark corner where no one could see, Mortarion would wear a gas mask and breathe lethal amounts of poisonous gas in private.

Even Angron, the darling of Slaanesh, would turn his eyes white and fall down with foam at the mouth after being sensitized to Mortarion at this time.

Mortarion sighed and asked quite sincerely,

[I guess I didn’t displease you? 】

Corax shook his head, and the huge demon prince took a few steps back and looked at Mortarion.

He said seriously,

[I just feel annoyed with all the ordinary people like you - but not against you, Mortarion. ]

This is true. The blessing of the Blood Lord makes Corax feel annoyed with any ordinary guy.

[Then I will report to you later and go to the bloody arena to fight for a while? ]

Mortarion said, this thin guy whose armor width is less than one-third of Corax's.

Corax smiled and shook his head. He looked thoughtfully at the chain-like pattern on Mortarion's neck. The golden pattern exuded a dim light, which looked like a crown that was half removed and then locked upside down.

[Guilliman will be angry. ]

The demon who advocates battles and blood rarely gave in.

[I'm fine, but you will be targeted, Mortarion. 】

【That overtime maniac is not so stingy that he is unwilling to give even one day to his trembling slaves. 】

Motarion said casually, and he looked up again to the depths of the palace, where the light of gold and blue never faded - Robert Guilliman, the Kingslayer and Lord of the Empire, was waiting for him.

Unlike Corax, who was heavily armored, Mortarion was not allowed to wear armor and carry weapons into the palace because of Guilliman's bad taste, but this guy who did everything indifferently did not seem to be annoyed by this.

Mortarion was just wearing his casual clothes on Barbarus. Due to etiquette, it was originally a half-hooded and half-cloaked outfit. Mortarion did not wear the hat of his clothes, but instead showed his white hair and face.

Corax took another step back, as if he was very afraid of the existence deep in the palace,

【He is calling you. 】

Corax said cautiously, and then he knew that Guilliman had already noticed them, and the blood shrike had to leave first. Before leaving, Corax gave Mortarion a slightly sympathetic look.

Mortarion still had a calm expression. After watching Corax leave, he just walked along the corridor of the palace. The grand lights on the wall reflected him, and also reflected the magnificent reliefs on the wall, those glorious and grand imperial history and the present of the empire.

Guilliman loves to do this. These things are his few hobbies that can be called useless.

Mortarion thought calmly, a bunch of ugly things, ugly.

Then he came to the two closed doors. The golden door was looking down at him. On it, spells, witchcraft, and the secret language of the star gods were carved into complex and dazzling pictures.

Mortarion had no expression on his face. He was about to push the door open. Without any surprise, the door opened automatically the moment before his hand touched it, showing him what was behind it.

There, the Lord of the Empire, Robert Guilliman, was sitting on his throne. Countless transmission threads were hanging from the void, connecting to the shining crown on his golden hair.

[You are finally here, my friend. ]

Robert Guilliman gave Mortarion a warm smile.