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

Chapter 667 115 Runaway Karas

Chapter 667 115. Rampant Karas

【Barbarus】

"Tarrazin?"

"Tarrazin!"

"..."

"Ta-ra-sin!!!"

"Hey? Hey! I'm here!"

Trazin hurriedly transferred his consciousness back to the observer, and it saw Hades standing in front of it with a frown, holding a stack of official documents in his hand, and he seemed to want it to die.

"You did Hani Tarasin, I thought you had a virus."

"I'm looking at the School of Athens—"

Trazin said, and then as if remembering something happy, the Necrons let out a few stuttering laughs,

"You should really see how much fun your oil maniacs are."

Hehe, Hades thought that if Hades wasn't busy, he would transform into the craziest lunatic on the global network and give 40k a small 3k shock, whether it was a big banana or a spinning cat, he could do it.

Although these oil guys have now begun to spread some things that have begun to take shape as abstract culture, fortunately, they will be eliminated sometimes, otherwise Hades is really afraid of an abstract guy appearing in the subspace.

But for these guys who are not doing their jobs in the Athens Academy forum every day, Hades has no intention of restricting——

He is not a guy who gets jealous when he sees his subordinates playing. They can get things done, and Hades doesn't care about anything else.

"Then you can make a copy and take it home and enjoy it."

Hades said, pushing the file to Trazin.

"This is the result of the protection of cultural relics in the past three months, as well as the latest technological products. Take a look to see if there are any flaws, and if there is any other technology that can be contributed. The expedition will start soon. Donate more as you wish, great philanthropist. "

Trazin automatically ignored the last sentence, grabbed the file and read it quickly. After all, it was an upgraded body.

"There's something else,"

Hades said,

"Trazin, do you plan to go to the battlefield? I will give you a few titles. You will command a mechanized force and work together on this expedition."

Trazin let out an unknown scream, but the Necron knew what Hades wanted to do. It lost so outrageously in that command battle.

"Okay, okay—I'll do it."

Hades nodded,

"You have to accept the data of several large-scale battles afterwards. Don't let me use your precious computing power, Endless One."

"So can I pick up something from the battlefield?"

Hades waved his hand,

"It's up to you, but you are not allowed to pick up humans who can still move and continue to live this time."

Trazin's green eyes dimmed.

"Quite a callous decision."

"Ha ha."

"By the way, how's it going over there with Zandrick?"

"They did not leak the news. Firstly, they themselves did not report that they were going to find the original body privately. Secondly, they at least kept their promise. As for the follow-up... Obiron came to see me again later."

Trazin said, thinking of the tall Wang Wei, but mentally he looked a little downcast.

"Zandric is recovering well and even remembers the memory of his mistakes on the battlefield - this has made him depressed again. Obiron is now worried that his master will commit suicide."

Hades was stunned,

"What should we do?"

"I sent them several immersive simulation copies of large-scale battles, and first let Obiron fool Zandric. I think it sometimes can't distinguish reality from dreams and hallucinations."

Trazin was silent for a moment;

"Damn, such an old thing, if we had been there, he would have found a place to die long ago. How could any Necrontyr care about it so much?"

Hades raised his eyebrows,

"Are you angry or soft-hearted?"

"It's all chaos, it's all chaos."

Trazin waved her hands, not looking angry.

"I understand that the etiquette in your human mouth is broken. Anyway, don't worry about the wearer of the crown. I, Trazin, swear as the director of the Solemnath Art Museum that there will be no problems here."

"Let's not talk about it anymore. The information you gave me is all right, Hades. I'm more curious about how the Pale Lord solved the Endurance's acceleration problem in the end."

Hades blinked, and after arguing with Karas, Mortarion, who was red-tempered, went to Terra to take office. Can he say that the matter was not solved by Mortarion in the end?

and a three-second silence for Terra's management.

"Simply slowing down the acceleration and improving the armor."

Hades said, and saw Trazin let out a huge sigh,

"Can flesh-and-blood creatures ultimately be unable to cross the gap of non-inertia and super-light speed?"

"You can look at the Wongskins."

"That's a flesh-and-blood creature?!"

Trazin was so angry that he immediately jumped up.

"I don't even want to say that you - how can you combine Necrontyr technology with the fucking subspace! I can still tolerate people like Mortarion. The Lord of Mankind￥%\u0026*\u0026￥%#% "

Intense Necrontyr swearing.

"Just tell me if it's useful or not."

Hades raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"If that doesn't work, you can secretly hack one of his ships for collection."

"I do think so! The crew members up there are all related to the Lord of Mankind, and I was discovered as soon as I moved!"

"You've already tried this?!?!"

Hades and Trazin looked at each other and said nothing.

"When Huang Pizi catches me, remember not to turn me in."

"I will call your name as soon as possible to let the Emperor know who is the mastermind."

Hades suddenly lowered his voice and bent down to Trazin's side.

"Let's see, you call me Lao Mo when the time comes, don't call me -?!"

Hades straightened up suddenly and turned to look at the mist fountain at the door of the office with a smile on his face.

"Hey, are you back so soon?"

Mortarion still looked devastated. Even the original body would look like this after being squeezed by work for ten thousand years.

Mortarion looked directly past Hades and stared at Trazin,

[Let it go and do it... If the Lord of Mankind has any objection to you, tell him that I asked you to do it. 】

The last words came out almost through gritted teeth.

Hades laughed awkwardly, it seemed that Mortarion just heard it.

"Did Huangpizi bully you again?"

【……】

Mortarion glanced at Hades and seemed to be very satisfied with the title of the Lord of Humanity. Although he didn't quite understand the meaning, he could hear it being very sarcastic.

Trazin took the opportunity to slip away.

[I have a proposal, do not set up a garrison in Terra during this expedition.]

Mortarion said calmly,

[If the enemy attacks Terra, let that bastard on the Golden Throne jump to work. 】

"Excellent idea, makes my brain spin,"

Hades said,

"But it's not approved."

Mortarion sneered, ignored Hades, and sat down on a sofa in Hades' office.

"So - is there anything else?"

Hades turned around;

"Is there trouble over there Terra?"

Death shook his head,

[Everything is going well, but the Mechanicus is looking for you. 】

Hades waved his hand, and there was no written document coming. Those guys were probably planning to sell the floor tiles he walked on for money.

"Not urgent."

After saying that, he stared at Mortarion, and Mortarion stared at him, looking at each other.

"so……"

Hades was confused,

"What are you doing in my office? Is your office haunted?"

Mortarion would not take the initiative to rest in an office for no reason, especially Hades's office, because he would be assigned work by Hades.

Mortarion's expression became even darker, and the original body hesitated for a moment, thinking that it would be better to admit it frankly, otherwise Hades would find out the truth from other sources.

[Karras is waiting for me in my office. 】

The God of Death looked at Hades with an expression that was like a clam squirming. Sure enough, before he could speak, Hades froze first.

"Sorry, I remembered something happy."

【...Laugh if you want to. 】

Hades immediately burst out laughing so hard that he was out of breath, and then he came over with a beating,

"Typhon hasn't calmed down yet?"

【No. 】

The primarch said dryly,

[I overestimated the new generation. Karas is currently busy providing psychological counseling to these little guys who died for the first time. 】

As if thinking of something, Mortarion clenched his fists and then relaxed them.

【It’s just death. 】

He muttered under his breath, and Hades patted the primarch's shoulder armor.

"I guess they died more than once. It was too exciting to be exposed to too many deaths in a short period of time."

【……】

【I will visit them one by one. 】

As Mortarion said this, a trace of mist hung down from his fingertips. Hades understood and closed the black field covering this place, allowing the original body to release his spiritual energy.

The mist drifted out of the office and left here.

"Think of something fun,"

Hades said,

"You'll be setting the warp on fire in no time."

【They will be afraid of us. 】

Mortarion nodded,

[The Death Guard, the Imperial Fists, the Dark Angels, and reinforcements from other legion chapters, the Titan Order of the Mechanicus... This time I will give death to a god. 】

The original body clenched his fist again, cracking his knuckles.

[I know...the first one is six...then we go to the garden again, Hades, promise me...put the Black Domain into the mouth of the false god. 】

"It's difficult but you can give it a try."

Hades laughed,

"But, Lao Mo - is the first one really six?"

They fell silent at the same time.

…………………………

"How do you feel now?"

Jean, the captain of the 13th Squadron of the 5th Battalion of the 3rd Death Guard Company, asked. He was currently sitting in Warrior Edward's personal lounge.

Gene said, but saw that Edward still didn't move.

"fine,"

Edward said dullly,

"It's just... I may still not be tough enough."

He remembered the feeling of death, which was like being suddenly washed up on a beach of ashes. He stood up blankly and saw the world in a hazy cloud.

Exhausting his vision, he glanced at the bizarre monsters on the edge of the clouds and mist. They were far more unimaginable and unacceptable than the subspace creatures they had dealt with in previous combat missions.

Around him, more Death Guards were silent, and Edward realized that he was not "the same kind of person" as them. Their armor was very tattered, but it felt far harder than him.

Then there was a huge feeling of dizziness. He suddenly fell to the ground and found that he was back at his duty position. The deck was trembling and buzzing, blood and skin were squeezing him, and then——

"Isn't it better?!"

A rough voice sounded, and the door was suddenly opened. Both of them were startled, and they jumped to their feet. The hand that was about to draw the gun immediately changed to a salute after seeing the visitor.

"Lord Karas!"

Karas always had an extremely indescribable smile, but both of them were sure that the essence of this smile was not a positive emotion.

"0305013001 Gene! 0305013007 Edward! Sit down!"

Karas shouted, and the warrior immediately sat up, his back straight.

Karas said nothing, slowly pacing in the lounge, but his eyes were staring at the two like an experienced vulture.

"Edward, how are you doing recently?"

Karas asked, and Edward nodded sharply,

"Report to the commander! I feel everything is fine!"

Karas sneered and waved his hand,

"This is just a casual conversation, relax-"

Karas stretched out the tone,

"Do you dare to bear the cost of telling lies?!"

"Report! Dare not!"

"Then tell the truth! Little bastard!"

Edward obviously hesitated for a moment, but then they saw frost hanging from the four corners of the room, the light was dimming, and Karas's smile became more and more ferocious,

"I feel scared! I don't think I am capable enough to follow the primarch. !"

"Okay,"

Karas raised his voice,

"You finally realized that you are a little brat with no hair on! Tell me what you are going to do next? !"

"Train hard!"

Edward replied quickly,

"I am willing to accept the punishment - I volunteer to go on a suicide mission!"

Karas, who was walking slowly, paused. He glanced at Edward with contempt,

"You have a good understanding,"

he said,

"You guys will indeed be transferred - you will become a troop around the Primarch."

Karas turned around suddenly, rushed to the unfortunate warrior in three steps, and grabbed the collar of his training uniform and lifted him up.

"Don't take chances."

Karas slowly loosened his hand, his face returned to being ruthless and stern. He patted Edward,

"Do a good job... This is a punishment for you, but also a recognition."

"And--"

Karas stretched out his voice, raised his hand, and showed the little guy in his hand to the two warriors,

"Look who's here?"

Karas said sarcastically,

"Sometimes I feel a little bit emotional. The respected primarch can take time out of his busy schedule to visit his descendants-but he is unwilling to chat with an old guy like me?"

Karas moved his eyes, he looked at the little guy between his fingers dimly, the small version of the Death Guard hung in the hands of the undead, as if dead.

No matter how hard he tried, the tough little guy didn't say a word.

Opposite Karas, the two battle-hardened warriors kept silent at the same time. No one in the Death Guard dared to provoke Typhon, and no one could withstand the old warrior's violent temper.

"What? Not talking?"

Karas shook the little guy in his hand and laughed sinisterly,

"I was presumptuous - I blocked the plan of the great primarch."

"Go on."

Karas said casually, and threw the little death guard in his hand to Edward. Typhon confirmed that he heard a scream that stopped abruptly at that moment, and he didn't know whether it came from the little death guard or from the two soldiers.

"He recognizes you, work hard."

Karas said, throwing a ball of paper to Edward, which was the shoulder armor pattern that the warrior was going to change next, representing the change of the company.

"As for me - it depends on your performance next. His tolerance for his offspring does not mean that I will give you a pass."

Typhon left without looking back, leaving two new generations at a loss.

Motarion thinks he is unwilling to face Hades?

……………………

Hades, who was reading a document, tilted his head.

"Old Mo, what's wrong with you?"

[……]

[I'll go back to Terra. ]

Hades still had a question mark on his head, but the figure of the original body disappeared like white mist first.

Bang!

Hades looked at Karas, who suddenly opened the door.

The next moment, Karas did not look around Hades' office, but turned around and bent over, and retched first.