Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 130 122. Karas Typhon, in the fog

Endurance.

The vast universe flows, the Galasper Galaxy is running steadily along its trajectory, and the fluctuation of psychic energy begins to surge.

The order requested by Hades was sent to the distant Barbarus with the low hum of the astropath and the flash of psychic lightning.

Mortarion turned around and looked at Hades silently.

Hades asked to immediately put aside the recruitment mission on Barbarus and asked Karas to wait for duty.

"I noticed that you have always been hostile to Karas."

"Why?"

Hades choked, and after a while, he slowly spoke,

"Do you remember the prophecy, God of Death?"

"I saw more than you."

"I saw that Karas Typhon was the first fallen Death Guard."

Motarion was silent for a moment, and his hoarse voice sounded again,

"But in that prophecy, we will not be the only one."

Hades took a deep breath,

"Sorry, I know this may seem like an inexplicable targeting, but now, I really need to go to Barbarus to confirm the situation."

Motarion stopped, he began to recall, and the details of the past appeared clearly in his mind.

At the beginning, Hades and Karas did not get along so well.

Motarion just thought that they thought each other was a freak, and didn't think much about it.

But if it seems now, Hades' attitude towards Karas at the time was more like warning than disgust?

But later they did have a good time together, when the new base was established, everything was still thriving.

At that time, they still firmly believed that the liberation of Barbarus was destined to come, and they had no idea that there was such a bloated and huge human empire.

Later, Hades went south alone because of his physical condition, and Karas also went south to lead the army.

After that, it was life in the legion. Because of the management model of the legion, the three gradually parted ways.

Although Karas Typhon came to him at first, they had no private contact since the farce of the duel cage.

Mortarion began to carefully recall and compare the last picture in his memory, Typhon who came to him and applied to return to Barbarus to recruit soldiers.

Karas was no different from his memory, and he didn't find anything unusual.

Mortarion frowned,

"If Karas has no problem, how should you explain it to him when the time comes?"

"I will apologize."

Hades stared at the map marked with various routes, and his hoarse and heavy voice sounded.

He also hoped that he was too nervous.

Barbarus.

Now.

A goshawk flew across the muddy sky, alone, flapping its wings and screaming, and then disappeared into the rolling poisonous clouds.

The heavy clouds were pressing gloomily on the vast expanses of wasteland farmland. A rainstorm was coming, and the air was filled with the smell of sour and yellow water vapor.

People returned to the settlement to take shelter from the rain, and a figure was on the vast and dark land.

Karas Typhon walked slowly on the ridge of the field, holding his sickle, and the sickle blade plowed a straight deep groove on the loose soil.

Originally, he was still actively preparing for the enlistment of new soldiers. Ladon went to negotiate with the biological sage who was in charge of the gene seeds on the star ring, and Karas chose to return to the human settlement on Barbarus to recruit new soldiers.

But something seemed to have happened, and the existence that was supposed to die still survived. In the boiling sound of the swamp mud, the plan was shelved and terminated.

So he was here, avoiding everyone from a distance, slowly moving towards the highest peak of Barbarus.

Upward, to the highest peaks, to the thickest fog, under the skin, blood and flesh surged.

In the distance behind him, there was some small commotion, but it soon calmed down.

A buzzing sounded in his ears.

+ You are back, my son +

Karas Typhon still gritted his teeth and hurried on, his originally clear mind once again fell into the quagmire.

+ You should know that you are an alien after all, why do you force yourself to seek recognition from those who expelled you? +

+ Accept the power from the highest heaven and trample those weak humans under your feet! +

"My mother is human."

"Shut up, monster."

A harsh and sour laugh broke Karas's patience.

+ Oh - that poor human woman, if she hadn't grown stronger, I would have chosen someone else. +

+ But it seems that the one born is destined to be a failed monster. +

+ Look, you thought it was Mortarion of the same kind, you thought it was also a pet raised by the lords, but it turned out to be real gold. ＋

＋Only you, a product of aliens and humans, a monster that is neither fish nor fowl. ＋

＋No one has ever cared about you, you are just a clown who keeps shouting "Come and see me". ＋

＋Weak, your original sin is weakness! ＋

The harsh sound became faster and faster, the clouds hung down, and the thick fog descended.

With a click, the sound disappeared.

A figure slowly emerged in the fog, and Karas staggered.

"Mom?"

He said.

The short and hunched woman stood in the house, smiling at him, and Karas realized that his mother was so short.

He walked over and sat down, and his mother gently stroked his power armor. She was still the same, just like in the beginning of his memory, when she held him to avoid the villagers' pursuit.

＋Grow up so big. ＋

She said.

He smiled, Carastyphon was not dead, was not corroded by the ubiquitous poisonous gas, was not stoned to death by angry villagers, was not devoured by his alien father.

Karas is alive and he wins.

+What's wrong? not happy? +

She looked at him, a green glint flickering in her cloudy and dim light green eyes.

"I'm okay. I came to Barbarus to recruit soldiers. I became a small manager of a legion."

+Someone hates you? +

Karas was speechless, but shook his head weakly.

"No."

"Just. Just because of something,"

+ Let’s talk about it? +

The stooped and tired mother also sat down, and Karas seemed to have returned to the dusk when he was hunted by the villagers.

They just sat silently on the edge of the poisonous fog, shivering because of panic and coldness.

For fear of being discovered, the firewood they collected was not lit. A few black branches lay alone on the ground.

"I had some trouble with my friends."

"Originally, everything was fine, but something unexpected happened."

His mother looked at him patiently,

+ It’s a good thing that Karas has made friends. +

+ Where there are people, there will always be disagreements, even among friends. +

She placed her dry and thin hand on Callas's. After surgery, Callas's hand looked like the palm of a giant.

+ If the differences are really too great, why not share His teachings with your friends? +

Him?

+ The cycle of life and death wanders around, despair and greed dissolve into residual thoughts, and entropy accumulates and destroys, and then stagnates. +

+ Everyone in the world suffers, but He is the only one who is kind. +

+Mom knows she can’t keep up with you,+

Her light green eyes looked at him tenderly.

+ If you can be in His merciful embrace, then you have nothing to fear even if it means destruction. +

+ And I think your friend will also choose a benevolent monarch. +

+He will forgive you for your previous mistakes and you will never have to rush again. +

Light green eyes show kindness and love.

He reached out and took his mother's hand.

His mother looked at him tenderly.

Fat white maggots swarmed in the eye sockets, and pus flowed.

"I have to go."

Karas looked into those light green eyes and said to himself,

"Really, I need to make my two friends realize the error of their ways."

The figure in front of him turned into a puddle of thick water with his epiphany, but Karas didn't seem to notice this. He picked up the sickle and continued on his way.

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