Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 179 The Flute under the Poisoned Wine Cup (Single Chapter for Characters)

==Fortitude Mortarion's Private Cabin==
Hearing the sound of the door opening in the distance, Mortarion knew that his few "true friends" had arrived.

Waving away the death shrouds on both sides, he began to prepare to meet the mortal.

Yes, that is welcome.

= Everyone has his own value, these values ​​have nothing to do with whether he is good at fighting =
That was the first lesson Mortarion learned, and one he will never forget.

Conquering the galaxy is only the first step, and the lengthy construction after that is the most critical step.

At least for now, in Mortarion's view, even if the title of Warmaster does not fall to him in the end, he can still show his talents in the construction stage.

It is easy to fight the country, but it is difficult to keep the country.

This is also one of the important reasons why Mortarion insisted on training the Death Guard towards omnipotence.

But then again, if he didn't know the basics, Mortarion would not choose such a mortal as his "music teacher".

It is undeniable that Caleb has indeed shown dozens of times his talent in music than in his combat field.

But if it wasn't for the recommendation of the "father" before, Mortarion would never let a mortal enter here.

Although he still said that everyone is equal, Mortarion knew very well that it would not be easy to truly realize "everyone is equal" in the face of the objective power gap.

At least those who acted positively and violated the law, the fourth company commander Karas Taifeng and the second company commander Ignatius Gruger are the best counterexamples.

And their actions also represent the true thoughts of the vast majority of Death Guard.

As angels of death, they deserve a higher status.

On this point, although Mortarion was slightly dissatisfied, he didn't say much.

On the one hand, he really needs some "ruthless people" to throw their heads and blood. An army that only hides behind and shoots bombs and melters has no soul of Barbarus.

On the other hand, the long lifespan of the Astartes does have an advantage in "scientific research".

These various examples in front of him did make Mortarion suspicious.

Were the Astartes meant to stand above mortals?
But whenever this idea appeared in his mind, another figure that appeared in his mind would completely smash these "heresy" ideas into pieces.

He possesses strength far beyond the Astartes, and wisdom far beyond any mechanical sage.

And the owner of all that is just a slightly smart mortal.

That power, Mortarion still can't forget.

That is the ultimate goal he wants to pursue.

The so-called Great Expedition is nothing more than an agreed-upon clause in a "travel".

Carefully rearranging the engines on the table, Mortarion pulled a new tabletop out of the wall next to it.

A jug of Babarus' characteristic poisoned wine, and two golden goblets were neatly placed on both sides of the table.

With everything ready, Caleb stepped into this top-secret private cabin on time under his precise calculation.

From that face that was still a little immature at the moment, Mortarion once again saw the amazement that made him feel satisfied.

In fact, he enjoys this kind of scene that surprises others.

Of course, enjoyment is one thing, and he doesn't express the excitement directly on his face.

"My lord, should we practice first today or appease the machine soul first?"

That was Caleb asking respectfully.

If it were the past two months, Mortarion would have chosen to practice the flute first.

But today was different, he was about to get up and go to the Glory of Macragge next door to condolences to his brother Guilliman.

Before that, he had to ensure that the gift he had prepared could function normally as scheduled.

"Comfort the machine soul first, by the way, you can prepare a dress later."

As he spoke, Mortarion filled the wine glass on his side with a glass of poisoned wine.

It was a kind of ritual wine, which was full of all kinds of highly toxic radiation substances.

Even the bravest Death Guard would be sickened by the bubbling thick black poisonous liquor.

But on the contrary, the poisoned wine seemed to Mortarion the most delicious nectar.

It's a pity that few people in the world can share this wonderful feeling.

Especially looking at the empty table in front of him, Mortarion always had a sense of sadness that everything was different.

"Gown?" Caleb's puzzled question interrupted Mortarion's thoughts.

"Yes, you will go to the Glory of Macragge as my squire."

While filling another empty glass opposite with poisoned wine, Mortarion replied casually.

"But generally it shouldn't be..."

Hearing this, Caleb was even more puzzled.

At the very least, it is necessary to bring a certain company commander to participate in this kind of occasion, and it is almost unheard of operation to bring a mortal of the attendant level.

Even this may be regarded as some kind of "disrespect".

But Mortarion didn't seem to care about the possible consequences.

Raising the cup in his hand, he raised his cup to the opposite air and said, "It's for the think tank, you know, I proposed a new method of using psionic energy to Guilliman."

Seeming to understand something, Caleb also stopped asking.

Immediately, a melodious flute began to echo throughout Mortarion's private cabin.

For him, it was a familiar yet unfamiliar piece of music.

What is familiar is the tune of the whole "song", and what is unfamiliar is the player of the tune.

Whenever this melody sounded, he could recall the happy childhood on Barbarus.

It is precisely because of this that he will embark on the journey of the Great Expedition.

He swore that whichever bastard hid there, eventually he would turn that bastard out and make him blow all night.

Along with the melodious music, the surrounding indicators showing engine parameters gradually began to return to normal.

Seeing this, Mortarion breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't think it was a form of witchcraft.

As stated in Imperial Truth, there is no such thing as witchcraft.

These supernatural phenomena are nothing more than some unexplained phenomena.

He couldn't understand why the Emperor and most other Primarchs were "hostile" to this kind of experimental research.

Should knowledge that is not within the scope of understanding be directly "removed"?

Isn't that another kind of "deception" of changing direction?
Although he can't explain the principle exactly, Mortarion, who is a practicalist, doesn't mind using it for the time being.

As in the story the man told.

Isn't this how humans have tried out the process of stepping into space?

There was a familiar hot feeling in his throat, and he knew it was a reaction to the poisonous wine he had swallowed.

Closing his eyes, while listening to the melodious sound of the flute, he stretched out his hand to another glass of poisoned wine on the table.

"If you are here, you will definitely be able to dispel the shadows that linger on the perfect city."

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(End of this chapter)