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

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No matter what happens, he must obey the orders from Mortarion.

This was a promise made by Karas himself, not by that bastard Mortarian who actually had any authority.

..............................

【at the same time】

Mortarian narrowed his eyes. He instinctively wanted to back away, but he suppressed the urge and stood firmly in place, signifying his refusal to back down.

The sound of scales scraping against the floor rustled as the Primarch stared at the Slaanesh archer who had surrendered and was sliding down his shoulder armor toward him. Mortarion quickly found a similar, familiar face in his mind... Herrera.

“My God, Mortarion, when did you become so wild? You’re just like… Barbaros himself.”

Madame Psyche slithered out her serpentine tongue. The left side of her face was so beautiful and delicate, with a resemblance to the Barbarus people of the past. But a certain quality about her had changed forever. If the First Rebel had not given Mortalian a hint, Mortalian might not have thought of Herella at first.

Mrs. Psyche reached out, seemingly wanting to touch Mortalian's breastplate, but Mortalian didn't give her the chance. White mist billowed up and almost instantly covered the demon's arm that had crossed the line.

Intense corrosion began rapidly, and Psyche had to regretfully withdraw his hand, but he still looked at Mortalian with hazy eyes—Motalian felt goosebumps rising on his skin.

“I never imagined you could be so unruly, Mortarian.”

Psyche said that the serpentine demon nimbly circled Mortalian once before returning to the First Rebel's side.

Even though Mrs. Psyche spoke so sweetly, her actions still revealed her stance. Psyche's snake tail coiled around the feet of the First Rebel, who looked at Mortalian with a half-smile.

Mortarian remained silent, simply staring at them.

His most capable assistant, his most loyal comrade-in-arms, and one of his best friends—

Mortarian would not speak easily before Karas Typhon arrived, lest the other side find a handle against him.

He knew perfectly well that the other side was just trying to annoy him.

“You seem to get angry often… Mortalian, you should smile more.”

Typhon finally rose from the mire of the rebels' shadows, his four fly wings curled up on his back, slowly trudging along, looking at Mortarian with a gentle, amiable gaze.

Motalian felt that gaze sent shivers down his spine. If Karas hadn't been cursing him, but instead looked at him with that kind of look... it might have been a more terrifying punishment than cursing or beatings.

Mortarian gave a forced smile and stared intently at the chief rebel.

[What? You called them out to show me how pathetic you are? You can't even protect your own comrades.]

The chief rebel's gaze immediately darkened. He wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Psyche raising and slapping down the snake's tail.

"Then let's see who's still alive among those you've been protecting, Mortalian... Is it Herira, or..."

Psyche hissed as she spoke, seemingly wanting to utter the name, but abruptly fell silent just before she could. The rules of the two lines of fate were not the same, and the existence that had been different from this one lay dormant within this destiny.

Psyche's expression darkened slightly; she seemed dejected, but the First Rebel picked up where she left off, looking coldly at Mortarian.

[What are you afraid of, my other self... hiding... concealing... are you afraid we'll take away the Underworld—]

"He's just afraid you'll eat shit! You'll eat it and vomit while you're doing it, and then you'll insist on praising how delicious it is!"

Karas shouted and stepped out of the dimly lit hatch. The searchlights on the deck shone on the veteran. At that moment, Karas's figure was so majestic in Mortalian's heart.

Karas walked up to Mortalian, cursing and swearing. Then he looked at the First Rebel and his group, and then, almost shouting, Karas jumped up.

"shit?!!"

He was referring to another version of himself, Tuffons, a word that clearly dealt a simple and direct blow to Tuffons—

In Nurgle Gardens, everyone lives a prosperous and peaceful life, helping one another. Monsters like Karas Typhon, who take pleasure in insulting and cursing others, should not exist.

“I am another version of yourself, Karas, we can be together—”

Typhon slowly opened his arms to show himself to Callas, while decaying flies and withered butterflies swarmed around him.

"You're kidding me! If I looked like that, I'd shoot myself first and then throw myself into Hades's clutches to commit suicide! Oh right, I forgot your world doesn't have a super cesspool Hades, but now you do, so go and kill yourself! Stop polluting the air!"

Motalian, standing behind Karas, hesitated. He didn't want these monsters to be killed by Hades.

Hades is clearly more conscientious than Mortarion and Karas; killing someone similar to his old friend without cause might make Hades hesitate.

Moreover, he did not want Hades to come into contact with the First Rebels. Compared to Karas and Typhons, whose abilities could be judged at a glance, the situation of the others was obviously not so good.

When the word "Hades" was uttered by the red-hot Karas, at the same time, apart from the First Rebel, Madame Psyche and Typhon were both briefly stunned. Their eyes went blank, as if they saw the chaotic existence on the other side of the void.

But even the chief rebels were caught off guard; Karas had so easily called out Hades' name, and even so enthusiastically welcomed them to go find Hades.

suicide.

"I think you guys are really hungry!"

Karas roared, "How could he look like that?! Die! Die, all of you! Including himself!"

"Everything looks delicious to you! Is that right?! How can that be right?! What's so great about Hades, the King of the Underworld?! He's just a pile of warp dung! And you're all rushing to eat his shit! Death, why are you stopping them from eating shit?! Wouldn't it be better if they choked to death while eating it? I really don't understand!"

"I don't understand! I don't understand! Why are people with stronger psionic abilities praising the warp dung like they've been drugged?! Stop being so loving! Eat something good! Stop going to the warp to pick up shit!"

Ignoring the shocked Mortalian, Karas rushed to his other self and looked Typhons up and down with a fierce look on his face.

...Four wings, unlike his original butterfly wings...not as bulky as before...Why is Nurgle treating another version of himself like this?

Karas turned around and met his other self's eyes, their faces almost touching.

"Such rudeness, utterly disrespectful—"

Typhons spoke in a calm voice, about to refute, but Karas interrupted him directly!

Hades!!!

Karas roared! Typhons jolted instantly, swallowing back the words he was about to say.

"Ha ha,"

Karas chuckled twice, cleared his throat, and spat at Typhon's feet with a "He-Tui!!"

"Go ahead and yell, keep yelling! You have fly wings but don't like to eat shit? What, I just let you smell the shit and you can't stand it?"

"roll!!!"

Mrs. Psyche was even faster than the chief rebel, rushing over like a serpent, her tail slapping directly at Karas. Karas staggered back, and bang! The serpent's tail hit the ground, leaving a deep dent in the deck.

As the dust settled, Psyche stood menacingly before the stunned Typhon, blocking Karas's path.

"You only bully the easy-going people in Nurgle Garden? Another Karas, you truly are scum—arrogant and rude. I imagine you weren't very popular within the Death Guard either?"

"hehe."

Its attack power is zero, less than a single hair of Hades's "Karas, please bring me the plate, thank you, Karas."

The First Rebel stared silently at Karas, a bad feeling creeping over him. He had never imagined that another Karas would be like this—it was too hard for them to accept. Ever since [Karas] became Typhons, he had become unusually friendly.

This almost made them forget... the exceptionally sharp [Kalas] on Barbaros back then.

The attack, which caused no damage, allowed Karas to enter the second phase.

Karas Typhon chuckled twice, then turned his head and glanced at Mortarian, who was almost stunned.

At the same time, Mortarian also suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"ugly."

? ! ! !

Karas said,

“I know what you’re thinking, Mortarion—you woke me up for something so trivial? You should wash your face instead of acting like a mortal and feeling pathetic because you look like a shriveled Nurgle. Do you think Hades would dislike you just because you don’t look as good as another version of you? Ha, yes, he will.”

The first rebel, [Motalian], was almost stunned. He couldn't understand why his other self hadn't torn the incredibly impudent Karas to shreds—

The reason was the mountain of official documents piled up on Mortalian's desk.

Mortarian took a deep breath and looked at Karas quietly. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

[You're kidding... Karas.]

"You knew I was joking, and you still woke me up?! Couldn't you have argued with them yourself?! Why did you have to wake me up?!"

Then Karas abruptly turned his head, stared at the chief rebel, and revealed a smile more terrifying than the devil's.

"I think there's nothing more to say. Now I can tell you definitively that Hades is there, and I won't stop you from going to find him. On the contrary, I welcome you to go and eat shit, and I sincerely wish you'll choke to death while eating it."

Karas chuckled twice, unafraid that the chief rebel might suddenly attack him. He walked straight up to the three men who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"But you'll be the ones who really hesitate."

Karas said softly,

"You are so restless just from calling his name... And what do you expect his reaction when you see him? Do you really intend to let him see such ugly versions of yourself? You have fallen, you have plunged into the embrace of chaos, the very abyss he has repeated countless times, even risking his life to try to stop you from stepping into it."

"You betrayed him, let him down, and ventured into the abyss with ease. The one who belonged to your world is dead. You are merely seeking a substitute, a phantom that can offer some solace to your conscience. But at the moment of encounter, all he will see in his eyes are your ugly and repulsive figures."

"How can you, like this, face him?"

Callas looked meaningfully at Typhons and Mrs. Psyche... As for why he could say such things, it was naturally because of his experience.

But Callas has already moved on.

And it evolved into the evil, foul-mouthed Karas.

That's it, great!

Chapter 820 [262] The Unnoticed Nature of Being Taken for Granted

Karas left, cursing and swearing. Before leaving, he spat at Typhons one last time and muttered a curse about Hades.

He added that since there was no one capable of fighting him, they shouldn't disturb his sleep, as he needed to go back and catch up on his rest.

However, behind his departing figure, a desolate atmosphere filled the deck. The four men looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Mortalian could have finished off the opponent after Karas, but unfortunately Karas's friendly fire wasn't off, so Mortalian's mood wasn't very good either.

They could only stare silently at each other, and a rare moment of tacit understanding was reached in the silence. The engines of the Fourth Knight continued to roar on the deck, while the commanders returned to their respective cabins.

………………

【you……】

Behind Karas, mist billowed, and a towering humanoid figure appeared. Mortarian silently straightened up.

I didn't expect you to be so angry.

Karas rolled his eyes. After returning, the veteran did not choose to "catch up on sleep." Instead, he went to his lounge and started rummaging through his belongings. With the war about to begin, he placed the sickle wrapped with a lantern beside him. Karas found something among the papers on his desk.

Without even looking, he tossed it behind him to Mortarion.

The paper floated lightly in the air, and the Primarch hurriedly reached out to grab it. He got the photograph, which was quite old. It showed Hades during the time of Barbarossa, before he was transformed. It looked like a candid photo. The young boy was squatting on the edge of a field, lost in thought, his hair sticking up, looking like a silly child.

【? 】

Mortalian was greatly shocked. The camera in Barbarus was an extremely rare item, only occasionally appearing among the relics of the alien lords that were confiscated. Therefore, it could only be borrowed. This was perhaps the only photograph that recorded Hades during his time in Barbarus, when he was a mortal.

Did you take this picture?

Karas made a sound like he was vomiting, but he didn't turn his head and continued to rummage through his junk box.

“Herrera’s belongings, given to me by her sister, who told me to give them to Hades, but I forgot.”

In reality, Karas, who was at odds with Hades at the time, had no intention of giving Hades the photograph; it wasn't anything important. So Karas simply stuffed it into some obscure corner. Later, he fell out with Hades, was imprisoned in the Dreadnought, and his personal belongings were thrown into a stasis field, only to be released by Mortari.

Ten thousand years have passed now. He can't very well yell at Hades at this moment, "Hey! The woman who was chasing you back then forgot to give you her belongings!"

You can't just flush this thing down the toilet carelessly.

But after seeing Madame Psyche and Typhon today, Callas decided to take out the photograph and leave the trouble to Mortarian.

“Those humanoid creatures remind me of you. Here you go. If you don’t want them, give them to Vox and have him paste this photo into his incredibly thick diary as Hades’ only photographic record of his mortal period.”

If this photo were discovered by the Cult of Mechanics or the Cult of Hades, it would surely cause unimaginable bloodshed. However, Karas simply handed it over to Mortarion, since for him, looking at Hades's shit every day was already torturous enough.

This photo... Mortalian examined it closely. Hades was indeed the one who had changed the most among the three. Back then, he probably hadn't even reached Hades' knee height yet.

"Found it," Karas thought, picking up the black stone bead necklace with utter disgust. A cold, black, six-spined skull dangled from it.

This was something Hades gave him later. Each black stone bead was infused with enough Dark Abyss concentration and could be directly inserted into a magazine as bullets. Karas threw this necklace directly at a Nurgle archdeacon, and that archdeacon would definitely scream and explode.

Karas remembered that he hadn't intended to take this piece of crap. He cursed Hades for being an idiot for giving a psionic anti-phantom device that couldn't be turned off.

But Hades insisted on giving it to him, and unfortunately, Karas was no match for Hades. With a single crushing blow from Hades, Karas was forced to his knees and could not even run away.

Karas wrapped the long chain around his left hand, which he didn't usually use for carrying a sickle or staff.

The seasoned psionicist had a premonition that this battle against the opposing Empire would be extremely unfavorable for psionicists, so he needed a piece of equipment that could withstand powerful psionic shocks in critical moments.