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

"Pain is an illusion of the senses, fear is an illusion of the mind, and besides, only death awaits all like a silent judge." - Mortarion.

In the dim corridor, silence is walking.

It shuttles, it lowers its eyes, it looks at each soul, it brushes over each sculpture.

No one spoke, no one spoke, no one acted.

The heavy armor hit the ground, like a fallen soul, begging for the hand of the superior.

Despair, panic, pleading, shouting, but nothing works.

They cannot raise their weapons, they cannot send out their roars to the enemy. The absurd future has arrived. What else can they do except rot, except bow their heads?

The poisonous mist that lingers all year round envelopes the Barbarus people, and the lords on the mountaintop play with all the slaves.

Eternal pestilence gnaws at the Barbarians, and the Supreme Father dotes on all toys.

He descended from the poisonous fog-shrouded mountains, angry and destitute.

He left the plague-filled corpses, fearful and alone.

"stand up!"

He raised a flag calling for resistance.

"I'm tired."

He gave up the hopes he had been holding on to.

He led the Barbarians to overthrow all injustice and injustice!

He took the Barbarus with him and fell into the embrace of chaos and lovingkindness.

Father, Father, Father, if even you surrender, then where should we go?

Who will take in us skinny farmers?

We are covered in mud, we are filthy.

Who will really leave our place in their hearts?

We are afraid and cowardly, we are willing to be slaves.

Please don't abandon us, please don't abandon us!

Father, if you insist on falling, please take us with you

Please take us with you. This is the last thing we can do for you.

They looked up and their father was looking at them.

The deep corridor stretches infinitely into the distance, swallowing everything and gradually disappearing into darkness.

"My son, (My son)"

The tall figure of the original body stood here, the hood covering his eyes was taken off, he looked at everyone, tired, but still standing.

Mortarion took a deep breath. When the respirator beeped seven times, he reached out, lowered his head, and took off his disguise.

The dry cracks covered the corners of Mortarion's mouth, a reward for the poisonous gas he breathed.

He spoke,

"I once had nothing,"

We once had nothing,

"There is nothing, I am empty-handed, looking at the world with fear and expectation."

We also looked forward to this world,

"In the beginning, Barbarus's world was not a good one."

In the beginning, Barbarus was our prison,

"But I met you."

But we met you,

"The child who looks at me curiously, the old woman who closes her eyes and avoids me, the same kind who reaches out to me for help, the warrior who follows me closely."

The pale king came down from the mountain, his eyes filled with angry blazing fire.

“We never surrendered, but until we can change this we have to suffer in silence the pain inflicted upon us.”

Mortarion looked at his heir. He lowered his eyes and looked down from above.

"The outside world is not beautiful, and we are not beautiful either. We are dirty, and we are busy all day long."

"But the fire of resistance is still buried in everyone's heart."

"I'm so glad you gave me such a gift, a heart to resist."

We can give you nothing but a crown of weeds and thorns.

"Meeting you also made me know that I was born for humans."

"I was born to resist."

He paused, and the tall body of the original body knelt down, looking at his kneeling descendant seriously, like a father carefully comforting his child.

The Death Guard at the front was the child of Mount Diderot, Carewyn, whom Mortarion remembered as standing in front of his brother's tomb, silently holding the scythe in his hand.

These people who swore to follow him to the death, these people who had nothing but still gave Mortarion his last bit of food, how could he not be moved by this.

They commit themselves to Him.

He will extend His mercy to them.

You will not fall into the long dark night, I swear.

Even if the end result is fire.

Mortarion blinked slowly,

"We have all seen it, we have seen the rot in the name of the future."

"The plague, the never-ending reincarnation afflicts each of us."

"You saw me on my knees, I surrendered."

Mortarion sighed softly and said hoarsely,

"Yes, in that lightless future, I knelt down."

"I broke our original vows and I betrayed the trust you placed in me."

The words of the original body were like a feeble breeze, blowing through everyone's ears, but shaking the bodies of the toughest warriors.

"I won't argue with that."

"But please give me a chance to make a request,"

They knelt, they stood, they accepted silently.

Mortarion's piercing amber eyes stared at them,

"If I betray you, if I surrender, every one of you is responsible for killing me."

[If I am corrupted, please kill me. ]

"Give me the mercy of death."

! ! !

Suffocated, completely suffocated, even the most rustling breathing has stopped.

Hades stood behind Mortarion, his eyes narrowed, looking at the original body half-kneeling on the ground in disbelief.

Mortarion raised his head and stared at the veterans who stood silently at the end of the corridor, but were stunned to the point of being stunned.

Defense, anger, resistance, these are the roars they send out through their souls when Mortarion falls into fantasy.

Although they are not like the Barbarus who swore to follow them to the death, they also have a more lonely tenacity.

"Please protect the purity of the Legion."

Mortarion stared at the still standing warriors and spoke the words slowly.

Then the Primarch stood.

"Please stand up, my warriors."

"Only by standing up can we hold on to our war scythes."

“Only by standing up can we take control of our destiny.”

The sonorous metal collision continued endlessly, like a surging ocean, rushing in the long and narrow corridor.

Now, they are all standing.

Mortarion looked at his son with satisfaction, the withered body standing in front of his silent son.

Death sighed,

"O my children, I cannot give you glory."

"I can't deceive you with vain glory. I know very well that those shining golden medals can't bring you anything."

"I know that you will be trapped in a dirty and muddy battlefield. Compared with the glorious battles described by historians, you will face endless wars. You will fight against cunning aliens. You will fight against cunning aliens. Greedy humans fight, you fight against crazy wizards.”

"You may sink into the mud in embarrassment, you may lie helplessly on the corpses of your comrades, and you may struggle to crawl out of the pile of corpses."

"There is no glory on a muddy and dirty battlefield."

"I cannot give you glory."

"But I promise you death."

"Everyone dies on the battlefield, including me."

"This is our destiny. I will not deceive you with a vain and beautiful future."

“We will persevere through all that we endure before rushing to our destined death.”

"We will struggle to death in misery."

"We are the Death Guard and we acknowledge death."

"But every struggle we make will leave humanity a land free from oppression."

"so,"

"Please fight for humanity, please fight for liberation."

"My heir."

This is a command, this is a sigh, this is also a blessing.

No one spoke, no one raised their head. They were silent warriors, a team moving forward silently in the fog.

Like a ripple, slowly spreading, the Death Guards began to leave spontaneously.

The silhouettes they had been running towards seemed to still be in this corridor. They patted their former selves and left silently.

There was no sound except the sound of footsteps and the sound of metal.

Soon, the corridor became quiet.

Barazin led the remaining Captains, as well as the Chief Librarian, the Forgemaster, towards Mortarion.

Mortarion and Hades stood there, looking at them.

It's time to act.

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