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

Chapter 448 2.28 Karas thinks he can go

[Three days later][On the Endurance]

Vorx stared at the Dreadnought in front of him, a familiar model, with the mistletoe of the Primarch tied to its back.

"I will never trust you, Karas Typhon."

Vorx said, staring at the Dreadnought that had been as dead as ever since he came back,

"Even if you were chosen by the Primarch, I would not believe you."

Vorx clenched his hand, and the wound cut by Malcador three days ago was aching.

"The supreme leader of the Death Guard is Garro."

After Vorx gave his notice, he stood there, waiting for Karas's counterattack,

"..."

"Okay."

Karaas Typhon said, his quick surrender even made Vorx pause.

Vox took a deep breath, as if he was fighting with his own thoughts.

"Karas Typhon,"

His voice softened.

"What did you see, and what did Lord Mortarion tell you?"

Karas was silent. In a trance, Vox seemed to think that the Dreadnought was trembling.

"...After that day,"

Karas' muffled voice sounded.

"I've thought a lot, Vox."

Vox moved his feet uneasily. He didn't think this was a good start, but out of some strange mood, he continued to listen.

"...I'm a loser and a traitor."

Karas said.

"Hades is right. He has long See me clearly, before anyone else - long before we first met. "

"Barbarus?"

Vorx asked in a low voice, and Karas confirmed his question,

"He is right."

Karas Typhon said gloomily,

"If you want to confess,"

Vorx said, "you can tell it directly in front of Lord Hades's tomb - it must be after the funeral, you can't go out now."

After learning the news from Malcador, while waiting for the voyage to find the Primarch,

the Death Guard prepared to hold a memorial service for Hades - the Death Guard never had a tradition of mourning the dead, but Hades could be the exception.

They invited Malcador, Angron and Guilliman. Malcador refused the Death Guard, and the two Primarchs agreed.

"I know,"

Karas Typhon answered, lowering his voice as if he didn't want to disturb the memorial service in the hall below the deck.

"I just... I just don't understand..."

"I don't understand why Mortarion hasn't shot me yet."

Karas was silent, his soul trembling in front of his conscience, burning in front of the fact that he was a rotten person. He desperately realized that he didn't deserve this kind of treatment anyway. He was like a bastard who had just been released from prison and wanted to serve his parents, but found that his parents who were waiting for him to be released from prison had already died.

He couldn't accept all this, and he forced himself to accept all this. If he continued to collapse in front of the heavy facts, then he would still be the scum that no one could save.

Fortunately, Karas Typhon was not a weak person, not a person who didn't dare to face reality, even if he might have been, but he was not now.

He figured it out.

After a long time, Karas' tone became the same as that of the ruffian on Barbarus again, "Forget it - pay your debts, pay your lives, Mortarion wants me to work for him, I accept it." "--Anyway, it's okay as long as he's not dead." No one saw the scene of Karas's collapse in the illusion, and Karas Typhon would not let others see that side of him. Karas' tone became indifferent.

"You just said I could spit in front of Hades's tomb before leaving, Vorkes?"

The gunpowder smoke dissipated on the shell of the fearless, and Vorkes put away his gun.

"Watch your words, Karas."

Vorkes said,

"Even if you are the hope of the Death Guard to find the legion leader now, I hope you realize that if you do this again and again - then you will not have a good end."

Karas smiled,

"Little boy,"

He said, and began to tease Vorkes skillfully,

"Do you know what Hades said to me that year?"

"He said that if I died, he would definitely come to my tomb for a spring outing, and eat my offerings for snacks."

Hades also said this to Mortarion, and Mortarion's reaction to this was casual.

Vorkes was stunned. The Barbarus trio was very famous back then, including Mortarion, the real leader of the Death Guard, Karas, the southern commander, and Hades, the wild ghost.

And the story of the three of them was like some kind of heroic legend, circulating in the village of Barbarus.

The wizard with strange blood and the hateful ghost found the real god of death in the castle of the alien lord.

So, in terms of seniority and experience, Karastyphon can indeed use his previous stories with the legion leader and the commander to suppress Vox.

And in fact, he did so.

"Even if you have been with two great men, it only makes you more insignificant." Vox said calmly. He was no longer the young man with imperfections in Karas' impression.

Sure enough, Karas was stunned.

After a while, he continued to say nonchalantly,

"Whatever, I can't spit in my state anyway. I just want to see him. It has nothing to do with anything else, just memories,"

"Are you satisfied with this answer, Vox?"

Vox stared closely at Callas;

"Of course you can, but we will be watching you, and at the same time, you cannot appear in other people's sight."

Karas's engine beeped twice,

"Thank you for your understanding, First Captain of the Death Guard,"

he said defiantly

"Also, as someone who can retrieve Mortarion, can I make a small request of my own?"

Vox held the scythe silently and motioned for Karas to continue.

\u0026quot;I want some roasted horse meat,\u0026quot;

Karas said.

“It’s not too late to repay the debt we owed back then.”

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Angron felt... something he didn't know how to describe.

Since he came out of the maelstrom, he has rarely felt this kind of emotion. Even when facing Chaos, he has never been so entangled.

This thing... is amazing.

He was going to attend Hades's memorial service. In front of Angron, Guilliman, who was wearing a formal dress, had a heavy and sad face. Ms. Euton beside Guilliman also had a sad face.

Behind Angron, the expressionless Kahn also exuded a sincere sadness.

As they walked along the corridors of the Endurance, there was a sense of silent sadness.

It's all very sad -

The premise is that Angron doesn't know Hades is still alive.

After receiving the invitation from the Death Guard, Angron immediately contacted Malcador via communication.

The old man who was immersed in psychic energy searching for Mortarion had a nonchalant tone.

"I received it too, I won't go."

Angron paused, "...but Hades is not dead. You have to tell them this. This is too ridiculous. We can't-"

"No time."

Malcador interrupted Angron cleanly, and the old man said slowly,

"Explaining this will take time, and I think the Death Guard, who thought Hades was dead, would be better suited to survive in this galaxy."

"You can't do this, it's wrong-"

"What if I say Hades probably likes this too?"

This is a lie, Malcador simply doesn't want to care about it.

Now that one thing is done without any impact, it is better not to do it and do other meaningful things, such as thinking about how to fish out Mortarion who is trapped in the subspace.

Angron paused;

"Wait, Hades? You actually know him very well, Malcador?"

"...familiar?"

Malcador asked slowly,

"Bent one-fifth of the head of my scepter. What do you think of this relationship?"

"Angron, let them mourn. I think Hades is also very lonely now."

Malcador thought,

"And... maybe he will die soon? Anyway, he needs a funeral and a memorial service."

Malcador hung up the communication, it was broken... The old man thought that he should go.

OK, no more!