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

Extra | Sorry, but I am in the second episode (2)

"Go and hide, you useless guy."

The tall alien lord grabbed the original body by the collar, dragged and threw Mortarion into the dark room. It directly kicked the slow original body that was numbed by the poisonous mist, and kicked Mortarion in. inside the room.

Bang! The door is closed.

Facing his adopted son, the alien was completely powerless. Mortarion coughed out a mouthful of blood. He gasped and pulled out the dagger from his waist.

He stood up against the wall and walked quickly to the door.

Mortarion tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand, and the original body lay on the ground, observing Naklay's whereabouts through the crack in the door.

Nacre looked...irritated.

Mortarion felt the cold air running down his spine. It was only at this moment, when he saw Naklay's irritable figure, that he truly realized how terrifying that monster was.

The puppets' battle reports came one after another, and the front line that Nakre spent a huge amount of time and energy on was easily breached, as smoothly as a dagger cutting through cooked fat.

Selected by the adoptive father of the original body, the seven usually cunning psionic lords surrounded Nacre. They were standing in the center of the magic circle arranged by Nacre. Nacre hoped to use the power of psychic energy. Kill monsters.

They panicked and kept asking Nakley what to do, but Nakley remained silent and stared at the ground coldly.

Mortarion knew that look, Naklay was about to kill.

Nacre opened his mouth and ordered the lords to stand at the corresponding positions of the magic circle.

The original body's heart moved, and Mortarion realized that the formation of the magic circle was not equal. Nacre wanted to sacrifice those lords to strengthen its own power! ! !

After realizing this, Mortarion felt angry, and even more desperate that a certain flame was extinguished by a basin of cold water. No, no, no, no, he was already unable to match Nak'reh. If Nak'lay If Lei also uses forbidden spells to strengthen himself...

Mortarion has no chance of victory!

We must stop Nacre's sacrifice!

The young Mortarion gritted his teeth, a deep sense of despair crawling from his soul like a spider web. When he thought of what he would face next... Mortarion took a deep breath, and he was The internal organs that Nakley kicked were aching.

Just when Mortarion was thinking about his next move, Naklay took action! The tall alien fingertips lit up with arcs of electricity. The arcs split in the air and struck directly at the other seven lords!

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

The alien grinned ferociously, and spit out a lengthy incantation praising the God of stagnant life and death.

Amidst the sounds of wailing and cursing, Nacre, standing in the center of the altar, raised his arms. As Nacre's spell progressed, the space around it twisted, and the boundary between subspace and the physical world began to blur.

Without a trace of hesitation, Mortarion slammed the door open with his shoulder and headed straight for the sacrificed lord nearest him!

The sacrifice was not completed, and the alien who had been plotted by Naklay was screaming hysterically. Mortarion directly grabbed the alien's hand and tried to pull it out of the altar.

He needs to be the first to destroy the magic circle - the destroyed magic circle will also bite Nacre!

Nacre, who was in the center of the magic circle when he saw Mortarion coming over, let out a roar. It could not easily leave the magic circle, but as it roared, the tall puppets rushed towards Mortarion!

laugh! Mortarion stepped back, and the alien he grabbed let out a final shrill scream. It was torn in half by the huge force of the original body and the altar, and blood splashed out like a waterfall.

The ongoing ritual was interrupted by the sudden death of the sacrifice, and the Nak'rai let out a deafening roar. It raged at the primarch, and violent arcs of electricity were directed towards Mortarion.

Mortarion jumped to the right! The lean body flashed behind the puppet, and he pierced the puppet's lower back and abdomen with a knife. The painful puppet subconsciously avoided to the left, and just hit the electric python!

In the dazzling white light, the puppet froze in place in pain, wailing.

Mortarion lowered his body and stepped out from the shadow of the puppet. The puppet that came to subdue the original body became his best defense. A black shadow flashed among the crowd of pushing puppets, and in the blur of light and light During the gap, Mortarion rushed out faster than lightning! A short cry of sonic boom! The tip of the knife went straight to Nacre's neck!

Just this one blow! ! !

The hatred in Mortarion's eyes was overwhelming, and Naklay's ugly face suddenly enlarged in the original body's pupils. He swung his sword——

Nacre laughed angrily, and a blurry shadow flashed in Mortarion's peripheral vision!

Snapped!

With the victory or defeat decided, Mortarion's feet left the ground, and the original body struggled desperately, pulling hard on the withered hand that was holding his neck tightly.

Nak'rai grasped Mortarion's neck and lifted him off the ground.

Nacre smiled, and the alien strode to the sacrifice that was killed by Mortarion, leaned down, and pressed Mortarion tightly into the circle where the sacrifice was.

The blood and bones of half the corpse soaked into Mortarion's back, and his face was pinned to the ground.

Mortarion's pupils dilated, and he was horrified to see that the spatial distortion caused by the ritual did not subside, but became more and more intense, but hadn't Naklay already left the center of the altar? !

"I knew you were coming, kid, why else do you think I didn't lock the door?"

Nacre pinched Mortarion's hand hard, the alien's white eyes were full of madness,

"Useless trash, make your last, insignificant contribution to my ceremony!"

Nacre began to chant the spell again, and with its spell, rotten plants began to grow around them. Mortarion made a hoarse death sound, and he felt that his soul began to be dyed with a certain color——

No, no, no, no, he grabbed Nacre and held his hand, but the hand was like a dead tree, strangling him senselessly.

Mortarion's vision began to become hazy, and in his ears, Naklay's blasphemous curses began to buzz. In a trance, the original body saw that what he saw in front of him was not Naklay's ugly figure.

But...but...

In the midst of the vitality, the bloated and fat body stretched out its hand to him,

No, Mortarion felt as if his soul was screaming, no, no, no, no! He doesn't accept it! !

He looked at him, his huge mouth overflowing with sticky saliva opened and closed, and He said——

"Say your mother! Get out!!!"

Mortarion suddenly woke up. He looked at Naklay who suddenly started twitching in front of him as if he was waking up from a dream. He held his hand and let go. Mortarion quickly struggled to get away. In just a moment, the original body He found that the twisted space on the altar was beginning to subside, and Nacre was struggling to straighten up.

Without a trace of hesitation - Mortarion felt a chill that penetrated into his bones - he swung the dagger towards Naklay's neck again - even though he was on the verge of death, Mortarion did not let go of his grip. Hand with dagger.

The weak psychic arcs lit up again, but they extinguished very quickly. The dagger in Mortarion's hand stabbed smoothly into his adoptive father's neck, just like the scene in his dreams every day - the dagger in his hand stabbed downwards. , that ugly head stared at him with wide eyes, and whispered its last words in the air——

"waste."

Finally, it tilted sharply.

Boom!

The head fell to the ground.

Mortarion fell backwards. He collapsed on the ground and sat in a pool of blood. He breathed heavily. Only then did the original body realize that he was sweating. The thick cold blood was mixed with sweat, and together with his clothes, Sticky to his back.

He subconsciously looked at the head lying in a pool of blood. His adoptive father's head was staring at him intently, and his last words were still the same curse.

Mortarion's ears were buzzing. Everything here was too quiet. Except for the ringing in his ears and the sound of his heartbeat, the puppets that were showing off their claws just now fell down, and the wailing lords also fell silent in death. There was no sound, and there was no sound of gunfire outside during the battle.

Now, everything is quiet.

Mortarion stared at Nakley's head in a daze. Everything just happened seemed like a dream to the immature original body. He did it, he did it, he killed Nakley! ! !

The dream that he prayed for day and night, the dream that he swore and cursed countless times that he hoped to achieve - it only took fourteen seconds, fourteen seconds, everything was over!

At this moment, Mortarion was completely unable to think about what kind of truth he had just seen. He was immersed in the huge ecstasy and disbelief of successfully killing his adoptive father. He stared blankly at the star with the same hatred. Holding his head, everything seemed to have stopped forever.

Until...until he heard the footsteps in the silence.

The monster...the monster is coming.

Mortarion wanted to get up and run for his life, but he couldn't stand up at all. He knew that the words that just interrupted the illusion came from the monster - this was an existence that he could not compete with.

Mortarion breathed rapidly, he was going to die, he was going to die - but he had no regrets!

Mortarion stared at Naklay's head and listened to the rapidly approaching footsteps. The corners of his mouth turned up and he laughed softly.

Then his voice grew louder and louder, louder and louder, deafening.

For the first time since his consciousness, Mortarion laughed so brazenly.

Naklay is dead! That's enough!

Mortarion felt his eyes heat up and liquid flow down his face.

The footsteps stopped

A voice sounded hesitantly,

"……How are you?"

Mortarion, who was laughing, suddenly froze, and he slowly turned his head to see what the monster looked like - it must be an existence even more disgusting than Naklay.

But unexpectedly, he saw a tall human, frowning and staring at him in disbelief.

Hades stared at Mortarion, and the cool opening that he had prepared suddenly choked in his throat. He had just beaten Nurgle, took away Nurgle's spoon, and showed off his soup in front of him. , warning him that he would have good juice next time, so Hades came a little late.

But a few seconds won't turn Mortarion into a fool, right? Why did this child become epileptic?

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Hades watched as the twisted laughter on Mortarion's face disappeared in an instant, and his expression returned to expressionless.

【If you are here to kill me,】

Motali paused, and his tone became tough, [Please. 】

For a millisecond, Hades gave up the option of raising his scythe to scare Mortarion.

"Why should I kill you? You didn't do anything bad."

Hades said, he walked to Mortarion and pulled up Mortarion who was lying in a pool of blood. Mortarion looked at him in disbelief, stunned.

Mortarion watched as Hades pulled out a roasted corn cob from somewhere.

Hades handed it to him. Mortarion hesitated and took it.

The most ridiculous thing is that the grilled corn is still hot.

Mortarion began to doubt life.

"Eat,"

Hades said easily, as if today was a normal day, "After eating, come down the mountain with me, and we'll find a village to work in."

Hades is worried. With his appetite and the original body, if they don't do farm work, there will be a famine on Barbarus next year.

He used to live purely by chewing those damn things on Barbarus, but Hades was about to vomit. He didn't want to eat those damn things anymore!

Hades stared at Nacre's head hesitantly, scratched his chin,

"You can also bring some souvenirs back. After all, the trip up the mountain is tiring enough."

Mortarion was silent, silent, holding the corn cob in his hand and silent. Finally, he couldn't help but opened his mouth and asked,

【……who are you? 】

And... Mortarion thought hesitantly. He looked at Hades, whose height was obviously not that of an ordinary human. The primarch realized that the giant in front of him was the first being with similar height and race to him...

Could it be possible... Mortarion stared at his adoptive father's head, and a ridiculous idea floated to the surface like a bubble in the primarch's mind.

Is it possible... is it possible... is it possible...

Mortarion watched Hades take a few steps back. The original body panicked, but then he saw Hades assuming a twisted stance.

"I am Hades, don't envy me, I am just a legend."

Hades stood up and shook his handsome short hair, "Also, call me——"

The handsome face of Neos appeared in front of Hades's eyes, and the emperor was staring at him kindly,

For the sake of the physical and mental health of the original body, and in order to easily deceive his teammates in the future without any psychological burden, Hades finally gave up the Big Daddy plan, and his tail tone abruptly turned eighteen turns on the mountain road,

"——Call me brother, brother is young."

Hades said, successfully seeing the question marks in Mortarion's eyes.

But it seemed like there was a trace of regret flashing in the original body's eyes?

【oh. 】

Mortarion said dryly.