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

Chapter 452 2.32 Successfully Captured Mortarion

There are always times when people need to face their fears and unknowns.

Such as now.

Karas hoped that he did not retreat subconsciously. He stood there, staring at "Mortarion" in front of him.

Seven steps away from Karas, Mortarion stopped.

It stopped, not moving, like a dead branch that had just emerged from the ground.

It wasn't until Mortarion approached Karastifon that Karas saw what Mortarion looked like now.

...Its tattered and particularly empty-looking cloak seems to have no torso at all, or it may just be something as thick as white bones supporting it. Countless mist is floating under its cloak, giving people a suffocating feeling. .

Weird patterns formed by fine frost spread from the feet of the cloak and gradually dissolved into the cloak.

The mist rose up, completely covering its face, making it impossible to see what was behind the white mist.

But it wasn't that that scared Karas the most... viscerally.

He felt fear, extremely fearful, just like the fear that a creature has when it spontaneously encounters a natural enemy - originating from the depths of his soul.

He faced Mortarion, and strange flowing green light patterns were reflected on the front of the Dauntless.

That comes from its wings.

In fact, it wasn't until Mortarion had just taken off that Kara saw the inside of the pair of folded wings.

That is completely different from its overall appearance.

The dazzling warning green lights up on the inner wings of the dim and skinny wings. The green is full and plump. Some kind of black cracks that represent destruction burst out and climb on it, outlining the outline of a skull, with a human touch. , there are also odd-shaped ones.

The skulls painted with dark cracks screamed silently all the time. They struggled in its wings, screaming silently and twisting in pain.

Countless white mist hangs down from it, flowing out from between those tiny sparkling scales.

Each scale reflects different green colors with subtle movements, which is dazzling for a moment.

It was this inner wing that was completely different from the first impression that shocked Karas when Mortarion just took off.

In nature, some insects will disguise themselves in an inconspicuous appearance in order to avoid natural enemies. However, if they are discovered by natural enemies, they will suddenly reveal their other side - a threat composed of bright colors and strange patterns. noodle.

Of course... for Mortarion, Karas swallowed, this is probably not a disguise for him to hide himself, quietly approach the prey, and finally harvest it.

Karas stared at Mortarion. Even if the original master was now empty-handed, Karas believed that Death could kill him in an instant.

"Mo...Mortarion?"

There was still no sound, it was a mime, but Karas was used to it, and he spoke hesitantly,

"The Death Guard needs you. You have to come back and lead the Death Guard."

Mortarion didn't move, and Karas felt as if he were talking to a leaf.

But at least he didn't mean to attack him suddenly.

Karas smiled and thought on the bright side, Mortarion was not dead and he had found Mortarion - that was enough.

"I'm glad you're not dead yet. Death, you can't die, can you?"

Mortarion stared at him, something about Karas's words touching upon something—

+Death is the last step, and the last step can only be death. +

He said that on the face shrouded in white mist, there was some kind of liquid dripping from the eyes. Why could Karas see it? It was because the emerald green penetrated the mist.

It was still silent here, but Karas "heard" Mortarion's words directly on the soul level.

There was a breakthrough, and Karas continued to try to communicate with Mortarion.

"...The last step can only be death?"

Karas swallowed.

"What does this mean, Death?"

+death,+

That being said, + pure death, passing away, no longer falling into the cycle. +

The Pale Lord was silent. He tried hard to see the existence in front of him clearly, but his vision was still blurry. Everything around him was clear, but only that existence... His figure seemed to come from another world. It's like a reflection deep under water.

But he didn't think it was an infiltrator or a destroyer. On the contrary, that existence was part of this place.

So what is he?

The Pale Lord tried to touch his own thoughts. This step was very difficult. Since he initially began to have independent consciousness, he has been staying here, thinking about nothing, doing nothing, just staying.

All he had to do was wait, waiting for that huge part to be digested, and then he could try to do something based on his own consciousness.

But he knew he would do nothing.

This matched the direction of his own water flow in the warp.

Death is an inevitable process, whether life takes action or not, it will come as promised.

This is an inevitable process, and this is a natural ending.

As a newly "born" subspace creature, he was still very fragile. The Pale Lord's instinct warned him. In the other side of his thoughts, he vaguely remembered that he had been running away from a certain existence - and now, the breath of that existence Still not far away.

So he hides.

The Pale Lord was silent. After a long silence, he decided that the new existence was not an "intruder", but a returning creature. The Pale Lord decided to leave again, return to his previous position, and continue to do nothing. Do.

Karas watched helplessly as Mortarion tried to turn around and prepare to leave again.

"Hey! Not—Mortarion?!"

Fearless ran over quickly, but within the limits of subspace, he would never be able to catch up with a subspace creature.

"This doesn't work, plan B."

Whispers came from the communication channel.

The next moment, the Pale Lord turned around suddenly, white mist rolled, he rose up, and the skeleton between his wings glared at Karas's back,

The white mist suddenly surged behind Karas.

Karas turned around, and he saw a dazzling piece of gold that appeared at some point. Malcador was standing there, and the Gray Knights beside him were chanting prayers loudly.

"come over!"

Malcador shouted, and his voice actually spread in this silent land. Karas felt like he was flying up. Before Karras could reach Malcador and his party, Malcador started running backwards, running towards Where the curtain is more stable.

At the same time, Malcador used his free hand without hesitation to grab a small death guard. The little guy seemed to be awake, silently bumping in the hands of the running old man.

This move completely angered the Pale Lord. Karas watched Mortarion flying straight towards them, his wings dancing, light and dark alternating, and the scythe made of mist gradually took shape in his hands——

The gray knight beside Malcador held the book in one hand and turned to the appropriate page for the old man with the other hand.

Malcador began to sing loudly, and the ancient, subspace language came out of his mouth.

Even though Karas couldn't understand anything, he seemed to understand... that was... that was...

That is Mortarion's true [name].

The tide of subspace just subsided at the gate of the fertilizer plant, and just when they arrived there, Malcador finished the last syllable.

"Come here!"

The old man drank, and a huge shock wave exploded from behind them!

"boom!!!"

Vox stared at everything in front of him, dumbfounded.

The fog cleared, and he saw a huge existence——

By the Emperor...a lying insectoid alien...

But something surging in his soul and blood told him that he seemed to have some respect for this existence.

Vox emotionally knew what it was, but intellectually he didn't accept it.

Malcador panted and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but it didn't work. He still vomited blood in large mouthfuls.

Little bastard...he still can't cure you?

The death guard in his hand began to struggle at this time, and the little guy struggled to wipe the old man's blood - Malcador sincerely hoped that there was no plague on this little guy.

Great!