Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 245 Intermission. Nightmare Convulsions (Two in One)

"Crack."

The buzzing sound that made him want to vomit was getting closer, and a sour smell that made him want to cry lingered at the tip of his nose, his muscles were rotting, and he couldn't move.

In the corridor of the Endurance, there was a warm but eerily dim dark orange light, like the last ray of sunlight that was about to die at dusk.

Spores and bugs are jumping under the teasing of light.

He lay silently on top of a pool of squishy flesh. These warm and elastic biological tissues grew out of thin air from the floor of the Endurance.

Before he fell, or did he ever stand?Everything on the ship became fertile, no longer so cold, but a strange sense of life.

Thoughts have become blurred, but perception has been magnified to the extreme, like those densely swarming little bugs on the wall next to the kitchen waste.

He could hear the breathing of this mass of flesh and the rustling growth, they climbed inward along the gaps in the power armor, spilling out the stinky corrosive slime.

The power armor was rotting and rusting, and the rivets buckled under incredible force, creaking slowly.

The unbearable sound came closer, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large group of flies flying towards him, and they slammed into his power armor indiscriminately, making a crackling sound.

They came in along the breathing pipe, and the buzzing sound echoed inside the power armor. Crowded and crawled against his face, wriggling into his mouth and nose
The mouth and esophagus were full of unbearable tingling sensations, those flies with black eyes crawled all over his stomach, the feeling of wings scraping the mucous membrane, and the sharp thorns on the antennae pierced the flesh shallowly.

no no.
His thoughts were full of tired and powerless resistance, and his thoughts became so heavy that he couldn't even bring up his anger. He tried to struggle, but convulsed in vain—

The muscles had atrophied and turned into some kind of slimy interstitial fluid, murmuring around the skin instead of oozing out.

No. Endure it, insist on giving him an order, don't let him exist meaninglessly anymore. Give him an enemy. Or destroy his existence.
dim.

His vision darkened, and he felt a black liquid floating up.

The originally bright corridor began to darken, a light suddenly went out, and then struggled to turn on, but even if it turned on, it was as if it had gone out.

Dark whispers spread along the corridor, along the edge of the line of sight, like rapidly growing blood vessels, agitating——

But it didn't give him a sense of life, and while darkness was the fastest thing to squirm, it wasn't a living thing.

After only a moment, the darkness quickly grew in front of his eyes, his pupils constricted, an innate sense of fear gripped him tightly, and a more complete sense of powerlessness attacked him.

But he was also aware that other beings were also afraid of the dark, the ones in his stomach, on his skin, between his cells and he heard those tiny screams.

This is not an unacceptable fact if they die together.

So he took as deep a breath as he could (although he felt nothing but flies), closed his eyes, and sank into the dark nothingness with peace of mind.
The water of the Styx enveloped him, sinking, sinking. Sinking to the bottom of the river where even air bubbles could not reach, thick and heavy darkness awaited him there.

It's dark, but there's light.

He opened his eyes, and the ceiling of the Endurance was staring at him silently.

Neat, smooth, rust-free, and sticky vegetation.

He lay on his bed, the world in a kind of oblique dizziness.

He moved his eyes to the front, and a person was sitting by his bed, holding the command board with one hand, and writing and drawing on the command board with the other hand, as if he didn't realize that he was awake.

Through his previous training and his faint memory, he recognized that it was the commander of the Death Guard.

In the dark and dry room, the faint blue of the command board was reflected on the commander's pale hair and skin, depicting a pensive expression——

Only then did he realize that the commander of the Death Guard was quite handsome and young.

Such a young man is the commander?He originally thought that the Commander would be an older and dull existence.
But anyway, the Commander's presence, odd as it was, still provided him with a sense of stability, a signal of safety.

He blinked, his rusty brain barely starting to work, and he tried to struggle to sit up, which startled the Commander sitting by his bed—

"Yo, you're awake, are you okay?"

The commander casually put down the board in his hand, turned his head to ask him about the situation with a smile, and stretched out a hand to pull him up.

There was a very light, natural tone to what he said, but it wasn't frivolous, he sounded as if he was sure of everything.

It was rare, especially on the Death Guard, that the Commander was the first to speak to him in that tone.

He...he is a standard death guard, so he used silence to respond to the commander.

If he's an Ultramarine, he'll probably say he's ok while asking about the dream, if he's an Imperial Fist he'll detail the dream, if he's a Space Wolves he'll be in a threatening grunt Swear.

But he's neither, he's a Death Guard, so he's silent.

He can't respond that he's okay, in fact, sucks, but he can't say that's bad, because... the Death Guard's nature prevents him from saying that, and that's a sign of vulnerability.

So he stared at the commander silently, not knowing what to say.

It wasn't until the commander turned his head that he saw that the other half of the commander was the mechanical brain. A deep scar ran through his left half of the face, and the mechanical prosthetic eye on it was shining with scarlet and dangerous light.

As if he had expected his response long ago, the commander shrugged indifferently, the mechanical arm behind him stretched out, and there was a cup on it,
"Just wake up, do you need some water?"

He nodded slowly, swallowed subconsciously, and he realized that his throat was dry and uncomfortable, as if a fly had crawled past it.

The touch of water on his lips further awakened his thoughts, is he still dreaming?
It all still seemed so unreal, and he even handed him a glass of water about waking up from a nightmare and finding the Commander sitting by the bed.

Seeing him recovering from the nightmare, the commander scratched his head and spoke again,
"Forget it. I don't expect you to speak first. Do you have anything to ask?"

you?He keenly grasped the information revealed in the commander's words.

But he won't ask this.

"Commander, why are you here?"

The commander blinked in surprise, then waved his hand heartily and said,

"Don't call me that, just call me Hades."

"Well, it seems that you haven't realized what you just went through."

Hades looked at him seriously,
"In the dream, what did you see? Don't be burdened, just say it."

"Rotten Endurance, flies, lots of moss."

He was trying to recall the memory of the painful nightmare, and Hades listened, nodding every now and then, like he knew it was going to be like this.

"Finally, there was darkness, a feeling of powerlessness that was very unpleasant. It made me feel a strong sense of discomfort. It was more disgusting than flies and mucus. But I think it woke me up."

Hades froze for a moment, then gave a slightly embarrassed smile,

"Ah, that's my anti-psychic field."

He looked at Hades in amazement, unaware of what he had just said in front of Hades,
"You helped me, was it you?"

Hades nodded,
"What you just experienced is not an ordinary nightmare, it is... most of the Death Guard will experience."

"A trial."

In fact, within 49 days of the official start of training after successful Space Marine surgery, some Death Guard recruits experience nightmares.

——Or, to experience the illusion they have experienced.

Some people can wake up on their own, while others will fall into a deeper and more real nightmare, and it is difficult to wake up by themselves.

At the same time, some soldiers will be confused and confused after waking up. At this time, they need a spiritual guide.

These recruits will not know that after they fall asleep, other departments of the Death Guard will be busy.

In the promenade outside the rest room, the soulless men of Zero Company were on guard, the tomb guards and pharmacists were all on guard, and the legion commander and commander patrolled the whole process to guard against unexpected situations.

After Hades' training, the superficial nightmares of general recruits can be safely dealt with by the gravekeepers, and the deep nightmares can also be dealt with by the soulless and gravekeepers.

But anyway, they are "relatively" free, so Hades and Mortarion are not idle, just to help the grave guards share the pressure, and by the way, to grasp the situation of this recruit.

Although Hades reasonably suspected that Mortarion was just trying to play with the recruits, caring and enlightening the frightened recruits was better than staring at a few disgruntled word processors in a dark office.

Of course, Hades is untouchable, and he will also be present in this kind of scene. Compared with Mortarion, his appearance is more reasonable.

"So... what the hell is that?"

"If it's not a nightmare, Lord Hades?"

Hades waved his hand,

"Don't call me my lord, just Hades."

"That"

"What do you think it is?"

Unexpected words, he was asked back, and he could feel Hades patiently waiting for his answer——

But what is that?
The strange picture made him feel suffocated and hopeless, what exactly is that?
Confused for a while.

But. He looked at Hades and realized that what happened just now was nothing but unreal, just a moment of existence in his mind.

He's still here, on the Endurance, even with a Commander who cares about him.

He has strong muscles, clear vocal cords, no rot and stench, and he still has the strength to resist and fight.

"Maybe. Maybe that's a nightmare, for me."

He saw Hades raised his eyebrows in surprise,
"It was a nightmare. Yes, a good answer."

So far, Hades has already received answers such as "Illusion", "Fate", and "Future".

But it was a nightmare. Hades smiled heartily,

"Yeah, it's just a nightmare, it's just a dream."

The beautiful answer is that it is a dream, no matter how many hints are given, at this moment, this is a dream that has not happened.

Hades patted him on the shoulder, with a [you know] smile on his face,
"This is the most refreshing answer I've ever heard, to be able to say this kind of answer. I don't think you need me to say anything more?"

He stuck for a moment, then thought nothing of it,

"unnecessary."

This sentence can be regarded as bringing back Hades who was just about to leave.

"what?"

This is the first time Hades heard that he was asked to fill himself with chicken soup,

"No, no—that's not what it means, my lord, no, my lord Hades, no no, Hades, I mean, I still don't feel quite right."

?

"Even after waking up, I still feel that something is not right, like, my room is weird and tilted?"

"Ah this."

Hades silently looked away. He originally wanted to run directly, but he was still discovered unexpectedly.

Yes that's right he collapsed the soldier's bed
Although the space warrior's bed is a solid alloy, Hades silently stared at the foot of the bed he was sitting on just now, a crack was clearly dazzling
This is so embarrassing, he was going to frame it directly on the recruit.

"Ahem. Actually, listen to me."

Hades explained solemnly,
"The bed of a space soldier can't bear the weight of two people. Your bed is cracked. You can go directly to a mortal servant to change it tomorrow."

He was silent, bent over slowly, and glanced at his bed.

The semi-solid alloy bed has a crack at one corner of the cuboid, which seems to have cracked quite a bit under the pressure of weight.

Hades was silent, he was silent.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Hades felt that his hair was going to explode, his reputation as a hero in this life.
As if aware of Hades' despair and his determination to defend the so-called majesty that does not exist, he spoke slowly,
"Yes, my lord."

"Don't worry, I won't say you did it."

After getting an affirmative answer, Hades fled in an instant, fleeing from this embarrassing place.

Looking at the back of Hades running away in an instant, he realized. Is this the existence of the commander of the Death Guard?
A spontaneous and respectable existence that does not feel dull and depressing. But it is a pity for him. The commander does not directly involve in the actions of ordinary sergeants
What Hades didn't know was that in the future, if he made a statistics on the management of the Death Guard, he would find that all the recruits visited by Hades for the trial basically entered the management.

"There were 59 people in total tonight, and three of them went into deep convulsions."

In the long, dark corridor, Mortarion listened silently to Galo's report, and then the Primarch nodded, signaling the end of tonight's work.

When there was still half a standard Terra, it was time for this group of recruits to wake up, and those who had no dreams at night would naturally not know what happened in the night.

Mortarion watched as the soulless and pharmacists retreated in an orderly and fast manner, leaving the grave guard in charge of the daily training of the recruits. The document approval in the channel had begun to enter the urgent bell, and the primarch had to stride He left along the corridor and headed for the office.

The Primarch is in a good mood. It is indeed a meaningful and worthwhile thing to enlighten the confused hearts of the recruits and point them to the future path of the Legion.

Light up a heir's heart, how—

"Hey, Mortarion, I say, hey!"

Mortarion reluctantly pulled his thoughts away from the memory, turned his head and glanced at Hades,

"?"

"How much do you weigh? Are you heavier than me?"

Mortarion turned his head away speechlessly, and continued to reminisce about his conversation with the awakened sons
"No, Mortarion, how did you talk to them? Standing and sitting?"

"You're asking a stupid question, Hades. The Space Marine room simply won't allow me to stand—and, besides, standing isn't a good conversational position."

Mortarion is used to no, all Death Guard management are used to Hades constantly asking meaningless questions, or starting meaningless conversations.

"Yeah, where are you sitting then?"

"On the floor, sometimes on the bed."

With the height of the Primarch, sitting on the bed would be an aggrieved thing, but sometimes, Mortarion is really unwilling to sit on the ground——

The Primarch, who has always pursued simplicity, did not want the Servant to go to the trouble of dragging a chair in, it was too troublesome and useless.

Hades said sadly,

"I remember that the standard bed of the Death Guard cannot support a Primarch, right?"

Mortarion's walking steps suddenly stopped for a moment, and then a gloating voice sounded,

"Let me guess, Hades."

Mortarion stopped talking, the Primarch opened the channel unhurriedly,
"Vox, pay attention to the material repair reports in the past few days. If there is a death guard reporting to replace the bed body, remember to notify me."

Although Vox on the other end of the channel didn't know what Mortarion was talking about, he still answered dutifully.
"Okay, my lord."

"Hades, I didn't expect that - which poor child's bed did you break?"

"There is no such thing! Am I Hades the one who did such evil things?! Mortarion, don't slander the innocence of my majestic Death Guard commander! I strongly condemn your unjust, Moral slander—"

"Today you help me sort out Deruen's report documents, and I don't know anything."

"make a deal."

In the following day, the recruits never knew why the original body who was not in the training plan suddenly chose to train in person, and they also didn't know why the original body was in a good mood, and even had the daily task of training the ghost dog.

In contrast, there was the whining sound of death coming from the office.

Of course, Hades didn’t gain nothing. He had been too lazy to change his bed, and he received a gift from Mortarion. The Primarch ordered that this broken bed and his original bed—two large metal blocks , welded together, and built a new bed for him.

As for the new bed, the crack was naturally retained.

So Hades fell asleep every night in the raging rage of wanting to kill the Primarch, and managed to maintain a high fighting spirit in daily training.
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[No update tomorrow, 7.1 resume update, but the time may be abnormal. 】

　Well, I was supposed to focus on the main line today, but the exam was sent, and it was too e-mailed to be fun, so I wrote the intermission first, and wrote about Nurgle to heal my heart [Intermission] or [Intermission] 】This is something I got from other Hammer writers. From now on, this kind of thing will be written in the intermission. Is it a daily and semi-daily thing?The guide to Mars from last time should also be thrown into the intermission
　　
　
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