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

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"Say what you will, I'm already canned anyway."

Karas said,

“Listen up, you little brat. I don’t care about anything else. Tell that big brat Vox that if he wants my help, he should be nice to me. Maybe then I’ll be in a better mood and give him a hand.”

Pasteur paused, he had never seen such an... unreasonable person.

The master foundry drew upon his limited emotional intelligence, recalling something Commander Hades had once told him—rank can be incredibly powerful.

Yes, that's what Hades said when he advised him, then a technical sergeant, to apply to become a master foundry.

Perhaps Hades said something else, or perhaps that wasn't his intention, but Pasteur only remembered this one sentence.

Pasteur opened his mouth,

“This is the legion commander’s order. He orders you to go there. You cannot disobey orders, Karas.”

He stared at the eccentric, fearless old man in silence. After a long while, Karas finally spoke again.

"Motalian? He needs my help?"

The old man laughed, but it also sounded like he was coughing violently.

"Since he's already gone to such lengths, I have to lend him a hand—is he thinking of poor Karas Typhon, sleeping in the Dreadnought, instead of a reliable commander?"

Callas's voice instantly turned cold.

"I'm curious what kind of situation requires my involvement."

As he spoke, he felt the turbulence of the transport plane beneath him. When they arrived, a crack appeared from the hatch, and a strong stench rushed into the cabin as the hatch opened.

Karas paused almost imperceptibly.

He blinked, the blinding white light blurring his vision. Karas realized something was wrong, perhaps because he wasn't used to the gravity of Macurag. Karas tried to step outside, but found his engine wouldn't move due to tension and fear.

He smelled that scent he knew all too well.

He knew all too well what Calas Typhon had once rotted away—

"Motalian?!"

Old Fearless shouted suddenly, shoved Pasteur who was blocking the hatch, and rushed out.

"Motalian?!?!"

Where the hell is Hades at this time?!

Karas rushed out, but apart from Vox and the other strangers, he saw neither Mortarian nor Hades.

Old Wuwei slowly stopped amidst the crowd's gaze.

"You are the one."

Makado said.

Great!

Chapter 446 A Friend's Gift

Karas Typhon swallowed nervously. His keen intuition told him that the old man in front of him, dressed in protective clothing and even with a garbage bag of a similar color covering his scepter, was not someone he could handle.

That was a wizard.

"Keep calm,"

Makado said he stood beside Fearless, pressing his scepter against Typhon's "waist".

“I don’t care about your past. The past is the past. That’s an internal matter for the Death Guard, and I don’t care about it.”

Makado muttered to himself as he began to divine again.

“If you want to save Mortarian and prevent him from falling into the abyss—then you’d better cooperate with me.”

"and many more--"

Karas said he felt a little dizzy.

"Falling into the abyss... I don't understand... No... no... Mortalian fell into the abyss?"

He felt his blood run cold as he said those words.

Callastiphon had once entered a corner of the garden, and he knew what was buried there. After regaining his senses, Callastiphon recalled the past and even felt disgusted and wanted to commit suicide, but a long period of fearless slumber saved his life.

Now, Mortarion wants to...

Karas's thoughts recoiled at the very moment they were about to touch upon this idea; he could neither imagine nor accept it.

He hoped it was a misunderstanding, a lie, but the old man waving a scepter made him realize that this was not a dream, but reality.

"Wait... where did Hades go?"

Karas asked hurriedly,

"He inspires fear in those creatures; he should be sent to save them—"

"died."

Macado spoke calmly, gesturing intently with his scepter.

"Your fate is intertwined with Mortarion's, to an unimaginable degree. How come I didn't notice you before?"

“I understand. Your soul has a hole... such a brutal scar on your soul... I think I know who did it.”

Macardo was enveloped in light, and Karas, who had rushed forward to throw a punch at Macardo, suppressed his hope.

"—Explain it clearly?! Explain it more clearly?!"

"Hades is dead, that's clear enough,"

Macardo frowned. He saw Angron silently look away, his eyes seemingly glistening with tears, and heard the slightly disordered breathing of the other Death Guards beside him, except for Karas.

A bunch of fools.

Makado thought, if Hades is dead, then what is he doing standing here? He's just trying to get this old fearless man into a state of intense soul-flame-filled chaos.

There's a reason why Macardo is called a despicable sycophant.

Macardo's words were very effective; Karas was clearly caught up in some kind of overwhelming emotion, and he began to subconsciously recall...

This is what Macardo wants to see; the more he recalls, the more Macardo can find Mortarian, and the flames rise—

Damn it! Don't even think about Hades right now!

Makado cursed inwardly, but spoke in a cold voice.

"So now I need you. Your destiny can be traced back to Mortalian. This is our only way."

Karas felt like his head was about to explode. He couldn't accept it all. Hades was dead, and Mortarion was about to fall into the abyss—what was going on?

Those are Hades and Mortarion?

If even they have been affected by the existence of the subspace...

Karas began to tremble uncontrollably, overwhelmed by fear and dread. The very fact that he had seen it, that he had stepped into it, made him even more terrified; it was the nightmare of his life… He couldn't…

...He could no longer face those...those things...

Macardo frowned. The old man noticed Karas's unusual emotions. The once clear image began to blur again. This couldn't go on—

Makado suddenly sensed something; the originally radiant golden flames suddenly turned pale, and ominous gray-white particles rose up in bursts.

He turned his head and saw the Death Guards staring at the world around them as if waking from a dream, panting and feeling the world in disbelief.

Makado paused, as if realizing something. The old man let out a cold, astonished laugh, and Makado burst into laughter, removing the scepter that was burning with golden flames.

When he removed the scepter, the gray flames did not disappear; instead, they burned even more fiercely, and Karas began to turn gray, as if he had entered a black and white world.

Macardo stared at Karas, who was clearly lost in another world. Although the situation was urgent and still far from optimistic, there wasn't much he could do at this moment.

The old man thought of Hades at an inopportune moment. What would his friend do at such a time?

This is... quite a rare sight; he never imagined the first one would be Mortarian.

Macado took a step back and began to watch with great interest.

Angron, standing beside him, cast a questioning glance. Macardo waved his hand, signaling the Primarch to hold his breath.

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Fog, it was endless white fog.

A thick white mist filled the sky and earth, obscuring the surrounding landscape, like an eternal night where colors were reversed.

Karas was panting; he could feel his heart pounding, but he couldn't hear his own heartbeat, his pulse, or his breathing.

"—Motalian!!! Where—are—you?!

Karas roared, but he seemed mute; the white mist swallowed his voice, and everything here was like something out of a silent film.

Karas ran for his life, the barren soil began to loosen as if it had been plowed, and some listless seedlings stood there. Karas didn't care about them and went straight through the simple farmland.

He leaped across the stream flowing with dark water, the fog grew thicker, and a dense forest appeared before him, carrying an air of absolute foreboding.

Karas suddenly stopped running, staring at the dense forest in front of him, and subconsciously swallowed.

...That was...that was...His handiwork.

Karas stopped before the dense forest and tentatively called out,

"Motalian? Mortalian?! Are you in there?!"

He made no sound, and there was no response from the other side.

Karas stared at the vegetation with its sticky sap hanging from the branches. He couldn't—he couldn't—Karas, you can't—

Why can't it be done?!

Karas! You fucking backed down once on your way to the summit! And you're going to back down a second time?! That's why Hades can walk ahead of you so boldly and gloriously—he dares! He does it! It's that simple!

That bastard named "Hades" is dead now! He's happily walking ahead of you, leaving you, crippled, to linger in this world—do you want him to have some fun with you again?! To see you so useless, deserting your post?!

Hades! He, Karas Typhon, tells you! He, Karas Typhon, may be a psionicist, wizard, or half-blood that you might dislike—but he is also human, loyal, and has a temper!

Karas took a deep breath; tears were already streaming down his face. But he stepped into the dense forest and then took a second step without hesitation.

He rushed in, branches slapping against him, mist enveloping him. Karas staggered forward, and in the very center of the dense forest, he saw the tomb made of piled-up empty armor.

Carrastiphon stopped in disbelief, standing at the foot of a giant tree, staring blankly at the empty grave.

Something moved at his feet.

Karas lowered his head, nearly screaming in fright.

He saw a tiny death guard, small and round, smaller than his clenched fist, the little creature struggling to lift its head and stare at him, holding something in its hands—

A fruit.

The little guy handed it to Karas, who tried bending down several times, and on the seventh try, he successfully reached for the fruit.

He ate it; it was the part that had been taken from him.

Karastigón laughed, a laugh that sounded worse than crying.

In the end, Mortalian still managed to find a way to help him—but he hesitated just now! He hesitated!!!

Karas let out a howl like a wounded lone wolf, the white mist making him shout at the sky in a hoarse voice like a fool.

That's it! Great!

Chapter 447 Macado: Stay calm, we can win this round.

Hades is dead.

Angron thought slowly, his gaze fixed on the fearless figure standing in the pale flames, but his attention was on Macado.

The emotions displayed by the Imperial Regent now tell the Lord of Red Sand that this is not a critical time.

it is good……

Anglon thought heavily that he wasn't surprised by the answer.

Or rather, this is the most realistic ending.

Anglon remained silent, seemingly pondering how to tell Killieman the bad news—or conceal it from him, since Robert Killieman's condition was not good and this news seemed inappropriate to tell him too soon.