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

Chapter 446 2.26 Gifts from Friends

Karas Typhon swallowed uneasily. His keen intuition told him that the old man in front of him who was wearing protective clothing and even had a similar-colored garbage bag on his scepter was not someone he could deal with.

That's a wizard.

"Keep calm,"

Malcador said, standing next to Dauntless with his scepter pressed against Typhon's "waist."

"I don't care about your past. The past is in the past. Those are matters within your Death Guard. I don't care."

Malcador murmured to himself, and he began to divine again,

"If you want to save Mortarion and keep him from falling into the abyss - then you'd better cooperate with me."

"etc--"

Karas said he felt dizzy.

"Falling into the abyss...I don't understand...no...not...Mortarion falling into the abyss?"

He felt his blood run cold when he said these words.

Karastyphon once entered a corner of the garden, and he knew what was buried there. After regaining consciousness, Karas recalled the past and even wanted to commit suicide in disgust, but Dauntless's long period of sleep saved his life.

Now, Mortarion wants to...

Karas's thoughts were already shrinking back at the moment when he was about to touch on this concept. It was difficult for him to imagine and accept.

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

"Wait...where is Hades?"

Callas asked hastily,

"He makes those creatures fearful, and he should be allowed to save—"

"died."

Malcador said calmly, waving his scepter intently,

"The fate of you and Mortarion is very close. It's so close that it's unimaginable. Why didn't I discover you before?"

"I know, there is a gap in your soul... Such a brutal soul scar... I think I know who did it."

The light around Malcador lit up, and Karas, holding on to hope, rushed over and punched Malcador.

"——Explain clearly?! Please explain clearly?!"

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

Malcador frowned. He saw Angron's eyes turning away silently, and there seemed to be water in his eyes. He heard the somewhat disordered breathing of the other Death Guards beside him except Karas.

A bunch of fools.

Makado thought, if Hades died, then what was he doing standing here? This was just to make the old fearless fall into a state of soul flame.

There's a reason why Malcador is known as a despicable sycophant.

And Malcador's words were very successful. Karas obviously fell into some kind of uncontrollable emotion. He began to subconsciously recall,

This is what Malcador hopes to see. The more he recalls, the more Malcador will be able to find Mortarion, and the flames rise——

asshole! Don't think about Hades at this time!

Malcador cursed in his heart and spoke in a cold voice,

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

Karas felt like his brain was going to explode. He couldn't accept it all for a while. Hades was dead, and Mortarion was about to fall into the abyss - what on earth was going on?

Are those Hades and Mortarion?

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

Karas began to tremble, uncontrollably, he had feelings of fear and fear. Just because he had seen it and stepped into it, he was even more afraid. It was the nightmare of his life... He could not...

...He can no longer face those...those existences...

Malcador frowned. The old man noticed Karas's strange mood. The originally clear picture became blurry again. This could not go on——

Malcador suddenly noticed something. The originally shining golden flame 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 they were waking up from a dream. They gasped and felt the world in disbelief.

Malcador paused. He seemed to realize something. The old man sneered in surprise. Malcador laughed and removed the scepter that was burning with golden flames.

When he removed the scepter, the gray flame did not disappear, but burned more intensely. Kalas began to turn gray, as if he had entered a black and white world.

Malcador stared at Karas who was obviously trapped in another world. Although the situation was urgent and still not optimistic, there was not much he could do at this moment.

The old man thought of Hades at an inappropriate time. What would his friend do at this time?

This was... a very rare scene. He never thought that the first one would be Mortarion.

Macado took a step back and looked at it with interest.

Angron next to him cast a doubtful look, and Malcador waved his hand, signaling the original body to hold his breath and concentrate.

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Fog, that is endless white fog.

The white mist filled the sky and the earth, making it difficult to distinguish the four fields, like an eternal night with reversed colors.

Karas gasped. He felt his heart beating violently, but he couldn't hear his heartbeat, pulse, or breathing.

"——Mortarion!!! Where are you?!!!"

Karas yelled, but he seemed mute, and the white mist swallowed his voice. Everything here was like in a silent movie.

Karas ran desperately, the barren soil began to become loose, as if it had been plowed, and some listless seedlings stood there. Karas did not care about these, and he walked straight through this simple farmland.

He jumped over the creek that flowed with dark water. The fog became thicker and thicker, and the dense forest appeared before him, with an absolutely ominous look.

Karas's running steps suddenly stopped. He stared at the dense forest in front of him and swallowed subconsciously.

...That's...that's...His handiwork.

Karas stopped in front of the dense forest and shouted tentatively,

"Mortarion? Mortarion?! Are you in there?!"

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

Karas stared at the slimy vegetation hanging from the branches. He couldn't—he couldn't—Karas, you couldn't—

What's not allowed? !

Callas! You've already flinched once on your way to the top of the mountain! Are you going to back down a second time? ! This is why Hades can walk in front of you generously and gloriously - he dares! he does! It's that simple!

Now that bastard named "Hades" is dead! Walking ahead of you happily again, leaving you with a disability to linger in this world - do you want him to have fun again? ! Seeing that you are useless and running away from the battlefield? !

Hades! Callas Typhon tells you! He, Karas Typhon, may be a psyker, a wizard, and a hybrid that you may not understand - but he is also a human being, he has loyalty, and he also has a temper!

Karas took a deep breath. Tears were already streaming down his face, but he stepped into the dense forest and took the second step without hesitation.

He rushed in, the branches slapped him, and the mist enveloped him. Karas staggered over and ran over. In the center of the dense forest, he saw the tomb made of piles of empty armor.

Calastiphon stood still in disbelief. He stood at the foot of a giant tree and stared blankly at the empty tomb.

Something moved near his feet.

Karas lowered his head and almost shouted in fright,

He saw a small Death Guard, small and round, smaller than his clenched fist. The little guy was struggling to raise his head and stare at him, holding something in his hand——

A fruit.

The little guy handed it to Karas, who tried to bend down several times, and on the seventh time, he succeeded in reaching the fruit.

He ate it, and that was the part of him that had been plundered.

Calastyphon laughed, the sound worse than crying,

In the end, Mortarion still thought of a way to help him - but he hesitated just now! Hesitated! ! !

Karas howled like a wounded lone wolf, and the white mist silenced him, mutely shouting to the sky like a fool.

No more, great!