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

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Horus brushed past you, and you looked at Luo Jia's broken body, feeling sorrow.

Luo Jia continued to wail, not out of fear of death, but out of fear and self-reproach for being unable to stop Horus's actions.

You close your eyes, then open them again, and you are standing in front of Luo Jia. You squat down and reach out your hand to him.

He was still struggling, but he could rest now.

That's enough, that's enough.

Hades... Hades...!

You stand up, turn around, and hear the call from the Cartier.

Makado coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, crying out, "Hades, come back!!!"

The boy shouted at the top of his lungs.

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Horus stood at the end of the corridor, watching as Luo Jia's body completely sank into the darkness.

Then he turned around and began to chase after Galo.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 523 The Death of Galo

Galo ran, weaving through the corridors, the sound of life fading behind him. His team stood behind him, using their lives to buy him time.

The reason it's Garo is because he holds the best record in the obstacle course within this team.

Not because he was the company commander.

He ran down the corridor, his heavy footsteps clashing with his heartbeat. He heard the sound of pursuit behind him; they were getting closer and closer, but he just kept running.

He frantically pressed the communication button on the channel, cursing the Death Guard's tech guru in his mind—why was the channel communication being cut off at this moment?!

He accelerated to almost the maximum speed. In Deathguard, speed is not a highly valued factor; only some veterans pay attention to it.

Fortunately, it was him who came, not some new generation, Galo thought, especially the Barbaros descendants.

Even so, the footsteps behind Gara grew louder and louder, and the distance between them was shrinking at an incredible speed. It wasn't the Son of Horus chasing him, Gara realized, it was Horus.

Horus Lupecal was chasing after him personally.

This fact plunged Galo's heart into despair.

He needed to send this message out. Perhaps Galo couldn't accurately judge the meaning behind this message, but he knew its weight.

At this moment, Garo's mind became increasingly clear. The best outcome would be the restoration of communications, or that he would encounter reinforcements from the Death Guard. Otherwise, in about two minutes, Horus would catch up with him.

Unfortunately, they had moved too fast, too well, and their army had penetrated far enough deep into enemy territory to be far from their main force.

After all, their previous plan was not to return.

He died in battle aboard the Vengeance Soul.

Galo ran through the blood-soaked corridor, blood gushing from his mouth and nose as he ran. Galo prayed to the Lord of Mankind, asking that he could fulfill his mission.

Gara also tried to summon the Pale King, but the Dark Domain blocked his way, or perhaps it was because he himself was never too devout to Mortarion.

But in the end, fate gave him a chance.

A rustling sound came from the pipe at the end of the corridor. Gara immediately understood what it was. He ran over, drew his sword, and cut a small hole in the pipe. The metal that Gara cut off fell off, revealing a pair of terrified eyes inside the pipe.

It was a member of the Hades auxiliary force who was planting explosives in a pipe; Gara recognized the number tattooed on her face.

"Answer my question briefly, where do you come from, hound of the underworld?"

He didn't see any Death Guard troops nearby; this mortal had come to this level from a pipe entrance on another level.

“Lower level three, sir.” The hound answered immediately. She noticed Gara’s distinctive shoulder armor and realized that he was a high-ranking member of the Death Guard.

"That area has been taken over by the Death Guard."

This is the lower level, Gara was delighted to find. There were no stairs nearby, so Horus and his warriors could not get there quickly. They could not pass through the narrow pipes—these vertical pipes that ran through several levels could only be squeezed into by thin mortals.

Moreover, there might not be any communication blocking over there.

"Can you go back and rejoin the Death Guard?"

The hound glanced down. "If I don't plant explosives, that's fine, sir."

“Alright,” Garo said. “M057, Supreme Command, soldier, abandon your current mission. I need you to deliver an important message. Make sure to tell the Death Guard main force that Horus wants to destroy Cardia, and the Death Guard needs to attack their fleet deployed on the equator immediately.”

“Tell them that this message comes from Gara, and they will understand.”

The hound stared at him and nodded. The thin, brown-haired woman repeated Gara's words and then began to climb down the pipe.

Gara stood beside the pipe, his hands resting on the cold metal, clenched into fists in tension.

He hoped to hear news of success; now all his hopes rested on that frail mortal. Would she succeed? Would she understand Galo's meaning? Or worse, would all the Death Guards of Lower Level Three fail as well?

But he had no choice. Garo realized that the nearest Death Guard squad was still about ten minutes away.

Galo's heart sank. He continued trying to open the communication channel while walking back a short distance to avoid Horus discovering the hidden hole in the pipe.

The interim commander of the Death Guard is not a reckless man. Under the high pressure of Mortarion's management, Garo will consider more prudent methods and different contingency plans to ensure that the mission is completed.

But accidents are always endless.

Slow footsteps came from behind him. Galo turned around and drew his sword.

He looked at Horus, who was smiling and walking towards him, with a poise.

Perhaps you should be more optimistic, Garo, he thought, the people chosen as suicide bombers in the Hellhound Auxiliary Army would be more reliable than ordinary soldiers.

[Not running anymore?]

Horus said casually, while Gara simply pursed her lips and remained silent.

The sword he held up looked as rough as a child's stick in front of the Primarch.

No Space Marine can truly defeat the Primarch. No one.

Even though Garo had always been responsible for monitoring Mortarion and guarding against his betrayal, and even though Garo had always tried to use the Primarch as his hypothetical enemy, he had never lasted more than three moves in a training session with Mortarion.

"You seem to have frightened Abaddon," Horus said unhurriedly, seemingly unconcerned. Had the Primarch not noticed that Garo had already sent out the message? Or had he already intercepted that mortal soldier?

"I was simply stating my duties."

Galo said that Horus raised his eyes, like a lion in no hurry to kill the hare in its paws.

"I've never seen Abaddon like that—what did you say?"

Galo repeated the sentence, during which he briefly thought Horus would kill him outright.

But Horus remained lost in thought, his eyes unreadable, and arcs of electricity crackled on his claws, yet he remained silent.

"Who told you to do this?" Horus asked. "Mortalian? Or that monster?"

“My father, Mortarian.”

Galo raised his voice, "The Death Guard shows no mercy; if anyone violates the law, even the Father of Genetics can be judged!"

He roared, "The Lord of Mankind trusted you! He bestowed upon you the title of War General, yet you betrayed him!"

"You should also be tried, you traitor!"

This enraged Horus, whose claws pierced towards him with incredible speed. Gara abandoned his attempt to block with his sword and instead swung it at Horus's arm—

clang!

The sound of the broken sword hitting the ground was crisp and clear, much like the sound of Gara being pierced and lifted up by Horus's claws. Sharp iron fingers pierced his chest, Horus's index and ring fingers bursting open his two hearts, and the violent electric current burned his internal organs, incinerating everything.

Galo's pupils distorted; he saw the slashes he had made on Horus's arm armor.

"I have never betrayed you," Horus said, enunciating each word clearly. Garo's blood dripped from his lightning claws. The Primarch shook his head at the sight of this damned Death Guard.

"You...know what you're...doing."

"Galo said with difficulty,"

"betray,"

"You are a traitor..."

"I have never betrayed you," Horus said through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with fury, his fingers clenched so tightly that his internal organs made a plastic-like creaking sound.

"You...kneel down...towards...those who...exist."

"What about Mortarion?!" Horus roared, pulling Garo closer and staring intently into his unfocused yet calm eyes. "Look at him—do you really think he's clean?!"

Blood seeped from Gara's mouth. He did not answer the Primarch's question, but looked at him with pity, as if mocking his self-deception.

"I!" Horus roared, "Yes! That's right!"

He abruptly shoved Gara away, who was slammed to the end of the corridor. The pipe he hit made a dull thud, and Gara's head drooped limply, as if he were already dead.

But Horus knew that Gara was not dead.

His coughing, wheezing breaths echoed down the corridor. Horus, no longer paying attention to a dying man, knew the message had been intercepted and he didn't want to waste any more time. Mortarian was coming soon.

Horus turned and began to leave.

boom!

Horus turned his head violently, his back armor, struck by plasma, melted, and the circulatory system pipes beneath emitted a faint hissing sound.

Behind him, leaning against the pipe, Gara, who had raised his gun, slowly lowered his hand.

"For...the Emperor..."

Horus, enraged, raised his gun and fired at Gara—one shot, two shots, three shots… Finally, he put away his gun and walked away.

The corridor quickly became deserted.

Galo leaned against the pipe, his unfocused pupils reflecting two images: one of surging darkness, and the other of grayish-white, chaotic fog.

They were spreading towards him at the same time.

Galo knew what it was, he knew what it represented; if he simply reached out his hand, he could leave…

But he cannot leave yet.

He was still unsure whether his mission was complete. His communication channel continued to crackle, and Garo waited for the moment when communication would be restored, or for the next Death Guard squad to arrive.

Death was already close to him, but Garo refused to leave. The old soldier stubbornly waited there. He was Garo, the temporary commander of the Death Guard. If Mortarian and Hades were unreliable, he would need to make thorough preparations.

Until—he heard the sound of fabric rubbing together in the pipes—the hound of the underworld was back?!

Galo's heart leaped into his throat. A soft knocking sound came from the pipe he was leaning against. Galo gasped for breath and whispered something.

"……I am here."

"Lord Garo, Lord Vox said he has received your message and has already led his fleet into battle. The White Scar Fleet will also be heading to provide support."

Garo breathed a sigh of relief. Due to the unique nature of the Death Guard, most people wouldn't know the names of the Death Guard leadership. The hounds only recognized the patterns on their shoulder armor and wouldn't know their names.

If she mentioned Vox's name, then it proves that she delivered the message.

A female voice rang out, "Sir, I have brought a medical kit."

"No need." Gara gasped for breath. Through his blurred vision, he saw his almost mangled chest. Knowing that the mission was complete... there was no need to linger any longer.

"Why...did you come back...?"

Garo saw the fog getting closer and closer to him, and he heard the whispers of the other Death Guards, those who were already dead.

"Sir, I'm back to continue installing the explosives."

"Go...".

"Yes, sir, may your soul rest in peace."

Gara leaned against the pipe. He heard the mortal continue climbing, then the countdown of the explosives. Three seconds later, a huge explosion, the sound of chunks falling down the pipe, and he smelled blood that didn't belong to him.

Gara saw the black tide surging in, obscuring the whispers from the mist... He still didn't choose it. Gara's drooping head stared helplessly at the ground. In his last moment, he saw the magnificent figure on the throne.

Galo extended her hand.

That's all for today, because I won't be able to finish writing the next chapter!

Let's take a look at the distant Final Descent 3! Horus Southon is having a major outbreak.