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

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When the violent lightning peeked out from the fog, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. Some fainted on the spot, while others struggled to get away from the porthole. Some vomited and writhed silently.

The Death Guards immediately evacuated and dispersed the crowd. The Space Marines carried countless unconscious people away with their towering bodies, while the apothecaries and the remaining garrisoned bio-sages were urgently deployed to densely populated areas.

(Friendly reminder: The Death Guard doesn't currently place much emphasis on mortal legions. This is because Barbaros is very small, and any mortal could easily be a Barbaros-born Death Guard relative. Also, due to the Primarch Mortalian's prejudice, the Death Guard places greater importance on Barbarosians.)

(So ​​far, the only legion that will proactively and unconditionally help mortals is the Salamander.)

But without a doubt, as the first day came to an end, these panicked people regained their senses, as if waking from a dream, and spent this gloomy day in a daze.

As if forgetting their previous experiences, people spontaneously gathered again near the observation area, watching the changes on their planet with awe and curiosity.

Heavy, damp footsteps sounded, but no one noticed Hades. People continued on their way, completely oblivious to the giant.

Hades, now stripped of his power armor, blinked wearily. He looked at the people staring at his planet and realized he had finally resolved one issue.

After emerging from the Black Tower, Hades returned to the Star Ring thanks to the Silent Sisters' flying vehicle, but upon logging in, he was immediately surrounded by fanatical sages. Left with no other choice, Hades had to conceal himself and stay away from those crazy geeks.

Hades still remembered the terrifying look in Sister Silent Blackfa's eyes when the sage shouted "Praise the Messiah!" at him, as if she wanted to tear Hades apart.

It's a misunderstanding! These are all misunderstandings!

Before Hades could even offer a defense, the Black Nun who had warned him was instantly pushed out by the Sages, and Hades seemed to see the Black Nun's resentful gaze for a moment.

Ahem, so Hades quickly fled, giving everyone a live demonstration of how to disappear into thin air.

If he were to explain this situation in front of a group of sages, it would probably only make things worse. It would be better for him to explain it to the Silent Sisters and the Imperial Guard in private.

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Hades also called over King and Kirkland to communicate with the sages, telling them not to gather in large groups and become so fanatical.

After activating the Dark Domain, Hades, who had returned to the Star Ring, was temporarily free of trouble. After disappearing from the port, Hades wandered to the observation window, curious about what Barbarus looked like in space.

I glanced at the crowd and then headed straight to the cafeteria.

Hades walked along, lost in thought, when a commotion arose in the crowd ahead, and countless people retreated to the sides in awe.

Hades looked closely and saw a smokeless version of Mortarian who seemed to be looking for someone.

Hades sighed, withdrew his dark domain, and said, "Speak, what is it now?"

The Primarch immediately noticed Hades and strode over.

Mortarian stared at Hades, as if he wanted to say something.

?

Mortarian looked away.

"I thought you were in the medical room."

Upon learning that Hades had returned to the ring, Mortarian did instinctively want to head towards the medical room, but his irrational action was quickly corrected by Vox. According to the port's surveillance footage, Hades was probably not taken to the medical room immediately.

Although Hades always appears on the VIP bed in the medical room, that's no reason for you to go to the medical room if you can't find him!

Hades, no, the ICU God of War!

Hades stared at Mortarian with a condemning gaze, strongly condemning Mortarian's ideas.

As if trying to change the subject, Mortarian coughed awkwardly, then said seriously,

"Karas is awake."

"Right in the medical room."

We still have to go to the medical room, right?!

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Chapter 184 Broken Friendship

Outside the dimly lit medical room, the lights in the corridor always seemed so weak and listless.

Pharmacist Leo came out of the medical room and silently tossed a bag of compressed nutrient solution to Hades, who was sitting on a bench. Hades caught it skillfully and started drinking it.

Leo walked over and used a medical gun to take Hades's temperature. Hades, however, was used to this and continued to stare blankly while chewing on the empty nutrient bag.

Leo frowned. Malnutrition was the word he saw most frequently on Hades' medical report.

Despite his displeasure, the pharmacist Leo tossed all the nutrient solutions he was carrying to Hades, gave him a look, and then left.

Normally, Leo would chat with Hades for a bit, but since Hades has the Dark Domain active, the fact that the apothecary refrained from leaving immediately is already a great favor.

Separated by a wall was Karastyphon's hospital room. Hades was reluctant to go in and catch up with Karastyphon. In his opinion, the reason he didn't shoot Karastyphon in the head in the end was purely because Mortarian stopped him.

Knowing the final plot, Hades, even though he had once had a good time with Karas, would rather kill the innocent than let him go.

Not to mention what Carrastiphon did in the Legion back then.

Hades thought listlessly, “I should have tried to fake an accidental discharge.”

Even though Karas was as weak as a corpse, Hades did not let his guard down. Hades appeared to be sitting outside drinking nutrient solution, but his dark domain had actually penetrated into the room. The diluted dark domain was subtly threatening the two people inside.

Hades did not touch Karas's soul. He expanded the dark domain to a size just large enough to reach Karas immediately. Hades held a scythe about to fall, its smooth blade pressed against the neck of the sinner.

After the outbreak at 106 and the Black Tower outbreak on Barbarus, Hades clearly realized that his Dark Domain had become purer and could expand further. Now, if Hades wanted, his Dark Domain should be able to cover half of the Endurance.

However, his dark domain remains spherical with himself at its center, and its direction and shape cannot be adjusted.

Hades held the bag of nutrient solution in his mouth, his eyes vacant, lost in thought, or perhaps just tired.

Inside the room, the two remained silent, the shadowy area like a dark patch in the corner, heavy and oppressive.

On the way there, the Primarch thought about many things, from the beginning of the story to the current situation. Mortarion pondered and remained silent.

The initial trio has dispersed, and Hades still refuses to communicate with Karas, even though the initial hostility originated from Karas.

However, given their physical constitutions, Mortarion decided to ignore this point. Initially, Hades was indeed rejected by many people.

Karas stared blankly at the ceiling. If the apothecary Leo hadn't repeatedly assured Mortalian that Karas's brain activity was normal, Mortalian would never have believed that this was the look a living person could have.

In particular, Karas was often known among the Death Guards for his cunning eyes, according to Mortalian's memory.

Mortarian stared at Karastifon. In some corner of his mind, he still chose to believe in Karas, still evaded the fact that Karas had betrayed him. Was this just a lingering inertia from their past friendship? Or had he simply subconsciously chosen this path?

Compared to the decisive Hades, Mortarian faced the first betrayal of his life.

Time passed slowly. When Mortarion sensed the impatience emanating from the dark abyss at his feet, he finally spoke, unsure how to face his betrayed friend.

"why?"

This is Mortarion's first sentence: Why betray? Why fall? Why?

Karas turned to look at Mortalian and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Because we are weak."

Callas learned a lesson long ago: if you are not sociable, then make yourself strong.

Those who are not sociable and are outcasts will be hunted down by the group because they are outcasts, they are freaks.

But when they become powerful enough, all their unconventionality will transform into their exceptional qualities, making them stand out from the crowd.

The harsh reality has consistently proven this.

Just like in the beginning, a skeletal giant, a child who is repulsive to look at, and a psionic hybrid of alien and human.

They were all unsociable enough, which was why they were able to get together in the first place, Karas thought, the Freaks Club.

But in the end, he was abandoned, or perhaps forgotten.

Compared to the smooth sailing of Mortalian, and the indifferent Hades, the weak Calathephon went mad under the unbearable gazes of others.

He should have died that day, on the way up the mountain, instead of surviving.

It was Mortarian's damned hesitation that saved him, Karas knew. Compared to the cold and ruthless Grim Reaper in the eyes of others, Mortarian was far more forgiving than anyone else imagined.

Of course, this is on the premise that the things Mortarion cares about are not marked as "hostile".

Karas stared at Mortalian. It was time to make Mortalian realize some things: they were no longer in Barbalus, but in a universe hundreds of times more cruel and cold than Barbalus.

Karas realized that he could no longer feel the "power" he once possessed. Not only that, he felt that his soul was out of place from his body, and he had become weaker than ever before.

There was no point in living anymore, Karas thought. His birth was a mistake, and no matter how much he struggled, it would all be the same in the end.

Karas murmured, speaking in an almost whispered voice,

"I betrayed you, kill me."

The Primarch stood up excitedly and walked over to Karas, but didn't know what to say.

"You can't do this, you can't."

Callas didn't know who he was saying that to.

Because just across the wall, a sound rang out—the sound of a pistol being charged. Karas could imagine Hades aiming the gun.

How kind you are, Hades. You could have just killed me with your Dark Domain, so what are you doing now?

"Get out of my way, Mortarian."

Hades' voice rang out. Mortarian had just walked directly to Karas's bedside and blocked the bullet. He wasn't sure if the gun he'd taken from Tarasin could be used as a shield for Mortarian.

Mortarian remained unmoved.

"I want to kill him, he wants to die, so what are you hoping for?"

Is this really just the inertia of old friendships? Is he really just unwilling to change? Hades and Karas have clearly developed a deep rift, so what is Mortarian doing? Has he witnessed everything?

"no no."

Mortarian took a deep breath; the absence of poisonous gas made him feel slightly unwell.

"Hades, come in, we need to talk."

"This is an order: put down your gun."

For a fleeting moment, Mortarian felt the Dark Domain explode completely in the room, but he blinked and realized it was just an unsettling thought in his mind.

One more chapter to come, wait for me to finish writing.

There have been a lot of deadlines lately, so I'm writing this: Red Bean Mud Smith Marseille.

Chapter 185 Three People

Hades sat silently in the chair, not uttering a word.

He stared at Mortarian, who was clearly at a loss, and Karastifon, who looked like he wanted to die.

He said nothing; his liver was aching.

Hades never imagined that he, a complete shut-in, would experience a melodramatic scene similar to that in a certain ninja manga during his lifetime.

Hades wasn't the type to overthink things; when making decisions, he preferred to analyze the situation. Unfortunately, the other two parties involved were not like that.

Therefore, the situation cannot be analyzed directly. Under rational analysis, the most suitable state for Karas is to be dead.

Hades sighed.

He still remembered a joke he'd seen in his past life: if things couldn't be solved by killing, things would become much more complicated.

Where is the Warhammer world all about fighting and killing? But when Hades first arrived, he was praying every day not to die.

He was starting to retract his earlier statement.

Hades sighed again. Exhausted from absorbing the entire Barbarus's psionic energy, he was immediately surrounded by Grei's nerds after disembarking from the shuttle. He barely managed to escape and head to the cafeteria, only to be summoned to the infirmary by Mortalian halfway there.

To clean up this mess left over from the past.

Thanks to pharmacist Leo for the compressed nutrient solution, this is the only thing that gives Hades a little comfort and warmth.

Give him a canteen with a bed made up, and he'll die there.

Clearly, Mortarian and Karas had no intention of speaking; these two were masters of feigning silence, obviously trying to get Hades to talk. Hades glanced at the two, and having composed himself, he didn't want to waste any more time. He spoke.

"Let's not talk about anything else for now."

"Karas, what memories do you have of the original apothecary Radon?"

To this day, the Death Guard has not found the traitorous apothecary Raton, where the Death Guard's initial corruption began.

Hades reviewed the information about the pharmacist repeatedly, but could only conclude that he had fallen due to the corruption of the think tank library. Afterwards, the pharmacist deliberately concealed his tracks; all the files and records were perfectly accurate.

To someone who frequently approves documents, a fake document is immediately recognizable.