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

Chapter 245 Interlude. Nightmare convulsion (two in one)

"Click."

The buzzing sound that made him want to vomit was getting closer and closer, and a sour smell that made him want to cry lingered on the tip of his nose. His muscles were rotting and he could not move.

The corridors of the Endurance were lit with a warm, but strangely dim, dark orange light, just like the last dying ray of sunlight at dusk.

Spores and bugs danced under the teasing light.

He lay silently on a pile of soft flesh and blood. These warm and elastic biological tissues grew out of thin air from the floor of the Endurance.

Before he fell, or did he ever stand? Everything on the ship became fertile, no longer so cold, but with a strange sense of life.

His thoughts became blurry, but his perception was magnified to the extreme, like those densely packed small bugs on the wall next to the kitchen garbage.

He could hear the breathing of this mass of flesh and blood, the rustling sounds of growth, as they climbed inward along the gaps in the power armor, overflowing with smelly corrosive mucus.

The power armor was rotting and rusting, its rivets creaking slowly as it cocked with incredible force.

The unbearable sound got closer, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large group of flies flying over. They hit his power armor randomly, making a crackling sound.

They came in along the respiratory tract, and the buzzing sound echoed in the power armor. They crowded and crawled against his face, and wormed their way into his mouth and nose.

The mouth and esophagus were filled with an unbearable stinging sensation, the flies with black eyes crawled all over his stomach, the feeling of wings scraping against the mucous membrane, and the sharp spines on the tentacles digging shallowly into the flesh.

no no.

His thoughts were filled with tired and weak resistance, and his thoughts became heavy. He couldn't even bring up his anger. He tried to struggle, but he spasmed in vain -

The muscles have atrophied and turned into some kind of slimy tissue fluid, which is wrapped in the skin instead of leaking out.

No. Bear with it, insist on giving him an order, don't let him exist meaninglessly anymore. Give him an enemy, or eliminate his existence.

Dim.

His vision darkened, and he felt a black liquid float up.

The originally bright corridor began to darken, and a light suddenly went out, then struggled to light up, but even if it lit up, it was as if it had gone out.

Dark whispers spread along the corridor and along the edge of the line of sight, like rapidly growing blood vessels, stirring——

But it didn't give him the feeling of life. Although darkness is the fastest moving thing, it is not a living thing.

After only a moment, darkness quickly grew before his eyes, his pupils tightened, and an innate sense of fear gripped him tightly, and an even more complete sense of powerlessness attacked him.

But he was also aware that other beings were also afraid of the darkness, those beings in his stomach, on his skin, and between his cells. He heard those small screams.

It's not an unacceptable fact if we die together.

So he took a deep breath as far as he could (although he felt nothing but flies), closed his eyes, and sank into the dark void with peace of mind.

The water of the Styx enveloped him, sinking, sinking. It sank to the bottom of the river where even air bubbles could not reach it. Thick and heavy darkness was waiting for him there.

Dark, but there is light.

He opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the Endurance staring back at him silently.

Neat, smooth, no rust, and sticky bushes.

As he lay on his bed, the world felt dizzy.

He moved his gaze forward, and saw a man sitting beside his bed, holding a command board in one hand, and writing on the command board with the other hand, seemingly unaware that he was awake.

Through previous training and weak memory, he recognized the commander of the Death Guard.

In the dark and dry room, the faint blue color of the command board reflected on the commander's pale hair and skin, depicting a pensive expression——

He then realized that the commander of the Death Guard was a handsome and young man.

Such a young man is a commander? He originally thought that the commander would be an older and boring existence.

But no matter what, the commander's appearance, although it was strange, still provided him with a sense of stability, which was a signal of safety.

He blinked, and his dull brain began to work. He tried to struggle to sit up, which surprised the commander sitting beside his bed——

"Hey, you're awake, are you okay?"

The commander casually put down the board in his hand, turned his head and asked him about the situation with a smile, and stretched out a hand to help him stand up.

His words contained a very relaxed and natural tone, but they were not frivolous. He sounded as if he was sure of everything.

It was rare, especially on the Death Guard, for the commander to be the first to speak to him in such a tone.

He. He is a standard Death Guard, so he responds to the commander with silence.

If he's an Ultramarine, he'll probably say he's fine and ask about his dream; if he's an Imperial Fist, he'll recount it in detail; if he's a Space Wolves, he'll purr threateningly. Swear words.

But he was neither, he was a Death Guard, so he was silent.

He couldn't respond by saying he was okay, in fact, terrible, but he couldn't say bad, because the nature of the Death Guard prevented him from saying that, and that was a sign of vulnerability.

So he stared at the commander in silence, not knowing what to say.

It wasn't until the commander turned his head that he saw that the other half of the commander was a mechanical brain. A deep scar ran through the left half of his face, and the mechanical prosthetic eye above shone with a scarlet and dangerous light.

As if he had expected his response, the commander shrugged indifferently. The mechanical arm behind him stretched out, and there was a cup on it.

"It's good to wake up. Do you need some water?"

He nodded slowly and swallowed subconsciously. Only then did he realize that his throat was dry and uncomfortable, as if a real fly had crawled over it.

The touch of water on his lips further awakened his thoughts. Was he still dreaming?

It all still seemed so unreal, about the time when he woke up from a nightmare and found the commander sitting by the bed, he even handed him a glass of water.

Seeing that he had recovered from the nightmare, the commander scratched his head and spoke again,

"Forget it. I don't expect you to speak first. Do you have anything to ask?"

you? He keenly grasped the information revealed in the commander's words.

But he won't ask that.

"Commander, why are you here?"

The commander blinked in surprise, then waved his hand cheerfully and said,

"Don't call me that, just call me Hades."

"Well it seems you haven't realized what you just experienced."

Hades looked at him seriously,

"What did you see in your dream? Don't be burdened, just say it."

"Rotten Endurance, flies, lots of moss."

He tried to recall the memories from his painful nightmare, and Hades listened, nodding from time to time as if he had known this would be the case.

"Finally, there was darkness. The feeling of powerlessness was very uncomfortable. It made me feel a strong sense of discomfort. It was more disgusting to me than flies and slime. But I think it made me wake up."

Hades was stunned for a moment and gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Ah, that's my anti-psionic field."

He looked at Hades in surprise, not realizing what he had just said in front of Hades.

"You helped me, was it you?"

Hades nodded,

"What you just experienced is not an ordinary nightmare. This is what most Death Guards will experience."

"A trial."

In fact, some Death Guard recruits will experience nightmares within 49 days of the official start of training after successful Space Marine surgery.

——In other words, experiencing the illusion they once experienced.

Some people can wake up on their own, while others will fall into a deeper and more realistic nightmare and find it difficult to wake up on their own.

At the same time, some soldiers will be confused and confused after waking up. At this time, they need a spiritual guide.

Little do these new recruits know that after they go to bed, other departments of the Death Guard are busy.

In the corridor outside the lounge, the soulless men of Ling Company were guarding, the tombkeepers and pharmacists were all on alert, and the legion commander and commander were patrolling throughout to guard against unexpected situations.

After Hades' training, the superficial nightmares of ordinary recruits can be safely handled by the Gravekeeper, and the deeper nightmares can also be handled by the partnership of the Soulless and the Gravekeeper.

But anyway, they are still "relatively" free, so Hades and Mortarion are not idle either, helping to share the pressure of the tombkeepers, and also to grasp the situation of this new recruit.

Although Hades had a reasonable suspicion that Mortarion just wanted to play with the recruits, caring for and enlightening the frightened recruits, this was better than staring at a few resentful clerks in a dark office.

Of course, Hades is untouchable, and he has to be present at such scenes. Compared to Mortarion, his appearance is more reasonable.

"So...what exactly is that?"

"If it's not a nightmare Lord Hades?"

Hades waved his hand,

"Don't call me lord, just Hades."

"That"

"What do you think it is?"

Unexpected words, he was asked back, and he could feel Hades patiently waiting for his answer——

But what is that?

The weird picture made him feel suffocated and desperate. What was it?

Momentarily speechless.

But. He looked at Hades and realized that everything just didn't happen, was unreal, and only existed in his mind for a moment.

He's still here, on the Endurance, and he even has a commander who cares about him.

He has strong muscles and clear vocal cords. There is no rot or stench. He still has the strength to resist and fight.

"Maybe. Maybe that's a nightmare, for me."

He saw Hades raise his eyebrows in surprise,

"It's just a nightmare. Yes, that's a good answer."

So far, Hades has received answers such as "Illusion", "Destiny", and "Future".

But it’s just a nightmare. Hades smiled heartily,

"Yeah, it's just a nightmare, just a dream."

The beautiful answer is that it is a dream. No matter how many hints are given, at this point in time, this is a dream that has not happened.

Hades patted him on the shoulder with a [you know] smile on his face,

"This is the most refreshing answer I have ever heard. To be able to say this kind of answer. I think you don't need me to say anything else, right?"

He was stuck for a moment, and then without thinking,

"unnecessary."

These words brought Hades back, who was about to leave just now.

"ah?"

This is the first time Hades has ever heard of someone asking him to give himself chicken soup.

"No, no - that's not what I mean, my lord, no, Lord Hades, no no, Hades, I mean, I still don't feel right."

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"Even though I woke up, I still felt like something was wrong. It seemed like my room was a little weird and tilted?"

"Ah, this."

Hades silently looked away. He originally wanted to run directly, but unexpectedly he was discovered.

Yes, that's right. He collapsed the soldier's bed.

Although the Space Marine's bed was made of solid alloy, Hades stared silently at the foot of the bed he had just sat on, a crack clearly glaring at the foot of the bed.

This was so embarrassing. He had originally planned to blame this incident directly on the new recruit.

"Ahem. Actually, listen to me."

Hades explained seriously,

"The Space Marine's bed cannot bear the weight of two people. Your bed has a crack. Just go find a mortal servant to replace it tomorrow."

Silent, he bent slowly and glanced at his bed.

The semi-solid alloy bed had a crack at one corner of the rectangular shape, and it looked like it had cracked quite a bit under the pressure of the weight.

Hades was silent, he was silent.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Hades felt like his hair was about to explode. He had such a heroic reputation in this life.

Seemingly aware of Hades' despair and determination to defend the so-called non-existent majesty to the death, he slowly spoke,

"Okay, sir."

"Don't worry, I won't say it was you."

After receiving a positive answer, Hades immediately ran away from this embarrassing place.

Looking at the back of Hades running away in an instant, he realized. Is this the commander of the Death Guard?

An existence that is spontaneous and respectable, but does not feel boring or depressing. But what makes him regretful is that the commander is not directly involved in the actions of ordinary sergeants.

What Hades doesn't know is that in the future, if a statistics is made on the management of the Death Guard, it will be found that all the recruits visited by Hades during the trial will basically enter the management.

"There are 59 people in total tonight, and three of them went into deep convulsions."

In the dark and long corridor, Mortarion listened to Garro's report in silence, and then the original body nodded, signaling the end of tonight's work.

With half a standard Terra left, it would be time for these new recruits to wake up. Those who had a dreamless night would naturally not know what happened during the night.

Mortarion watched the Soulless Ones and Apothecaries retreat in an orderly and rapid manner, leaving the Gravekeeper responsible for the daily training of the new recruits. The file review and approval in the channel had already begun to enter the urgent ring, and the Primarch had to take a big step. He left along the corridor and headed to the office.

The original body was in a good mood. It was indeed a meaningful and worthwhile thing to enlighten the confused hearts of the new recruits and point them to the path of the future legion.

To light up a child's heart, how——

"Hey, Mortarion, I said, hey!"

Mortarion reluctantly pulled his thoughts out of his memories and turned to look at Hades.

"?"

"How much do you weigh? Are you heavier than me?"

Mortarion turned his head back speechlessly and continued to recall his conversation with the awakened heirs.

"No, Mortarion, how did you talk to them? Standing and sitting?"

"You're asking a stupid question, Hades. There's no way a Space Marine chamber would allow me to stand - and besides, standing is not a good position for conversation."

Mortarion was used to it. No, all the Death Guard management were used to Hades often asking meaningless questions or starting meaningless conversations.

"Yeah, then where are you sitting?"

"On the floor, sometimes on the bed."

With the height of the original body, sitting on the bed would be an uncomfortable thing, but sometimes, Mortarion really didn't want to sit on the ground——

The Primarch, who always pursued simplicity, was unwilling to let the servitor go to all the trouble of dragging a chair in. It was too troublesome and useless.

Hades said sadly,

"I remember that the weight-bearing capacity of a standard Death Guard bed cannot support a primary body, right?"

Mortarion's walking footsteps suddenly paused for a moment, and then the voice of gloating sounded,

"Let me guess, Hades."

Mortarion stopped talking, and the original body opened the channel without any haste.

"Vox, please pay attention to the material repair reports in the past few days. If there is a death guard requesting to replace the bed, remember to notify me."

Although Vox on the other end of the channel didn't know what Mortarion was talking about, he still answered dutifully.

"Okay, my lord."

"Hades, I didn't expect that--you broke some poor child's bed?"

"That's not the case! Am I, Hades, the one who did such evil things?! Mortarion, don't slander the innocence of my noble Death Guard commander! I strongly condemn your unjust, unjust behavior. Moral slander——"

"You helped me sort out Drouen's report documents today, but I don't know anything."

"make a deal."

In the next day, the recruits never knew why the original body, which was not in the training plan, suddenly chose to train in person, nor why the original body was in a good mood, and even took on the daily task of training the Hades.

In contrast, there was the resentful sound of death coming from the office.

Of course, Hades did not gain anything. He had been too lazy to change his bed. He received a gift from Mortarion. The original body ordered that the broken bed be replaced with his original bed-two large metal blocks. , welded them together and built him a new bed.

As for the new bed, it naturally retains the crack.

So Hades slept with the burning rage of wanting to kill the original body every night, and successfully maintained a high fighting spirit in daily training.

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[No update tomorrow, 7.1 will be updated again, but the time may be abnormal. 】

Well, I was originally going to update the main plot today, but after the exam, it was too e-y and I couldn’t have fun, so I coded the interlude first, writing about Nurgle healing my heart [Interlude] or [Interlude] 】This is something I got from other Hammer writers. From now on, this kind of stuff will be written in the interludes. Is it considered a daily and semi-daily thing? The guide to Mars from last time should also be thrown into the interlude.