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

Chapter 653 101. Reunion in the Medical Room

【past】

"how?"

Karas laughed out of anger. He stared at the Primarch in front of him and Vorkes who was silent behind him.

"You want me to stay?"

The Undead started the conversation. He took a few steps forward and stared into the Primarch's eyes with a provocative look.

"I am not qualified to enter the garden with the Death Guard?"

Karas asked back,

[…The Storm Star Region needs someone to look after it.]

Mortarion said slowly,
[Youngsters... no. 】

"Then why doesn't he come?"

Karas raised his head and nodded his chin at Vorkes who was behind Mortarion. Vorkes said nothing. The two-faced man had long been accustomed to Karas's sarcasm.

Mortarion blinked, looked back at Vorcus, then back at Karas.

【We need someone to stay.】

The Primarch said patiently that Karas didn't know which "we" he was referring to. But he didn't intend to continue asking. He sneered and opened his arms.

"As you wish, great primarch."

Callas smiled.
"I'm going to stay here and build this damn thing."

【…】

[I just trust you. The rear cannot be lost.]

Mortarion walked over, bent down, and patted Karas's shoulder armor. The Primarch took a deep breath, as if thinking about how to start.
[Except for me, you are the only one in the Death Guard who is proficient in psychic powers. ]

The Primarch said,
【We all know what this means...】

There must be someone behind the Death Guard who knows how to deal with all kinds of chaos. He must be tough enough, strong enough, and never betray.

Vorkes could have been one too, but the Primarch wanted it to be Karas. The time had been long enough to talk about everything, and he wanted Karas to stand up again.

Karas said nothing, and the old soldier just left alone and sadly.

The Primarch stood up... Sometimes, he might understand Hades's mysterious words "I won't take you with me when I board the ship."

Although when Hades says this, he usually adds some nonsense like "Sister, hello, juice!"

If it were him, would he feel dissatisfied? Would he plant the seeds of resentment in his heart until he was led to depravity?

Mortarion fell silent.

But he then strengthened his mind. Karas would not do that. Karas, who had tasted true despair, would be the most powerful scythe against Chaos.

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【now】

"Everything has been settled for the time being, and the Underworld Cult caregivers have all been deployed in place."

Inside the highest-level medical room on the Barbarus Star Ring, Hades lowered his head and stepped into the medical room.

He looked at the two people lying on the bed. Mortarion had a calm expression and his eyes were blank. The pharmacist didn't know how to treat the Primarch, so he left Mortarion alone.

Mortarion prepared a few potions for himself, drank them, and then lay quietly on the bed looking at the sky. He had a strong ability to manage himself.

It seems that Slaanesh has cast too much of a psychological shadow on the Primarch, so Mortarion is not in a hurry to work... or do anything else.

By the way, all the post-war recovery work was thrown to Hades.

However, Karas on the other bed was not very honest.

His muscles and most of his tissues, even his bones and bone marrow, were all eaten away by the extreme cold brought on by the psychic energy. The fact that he was able to survive - or rather, was able to remain immortal - was entirely due to the Primarch's [Refusal to Die].

The pharmacist has issued a strict order that Karas needs to rest and he is not allowed to make any big movements before he recovers.

The pharmacist, who knew Karas well, decisively tied up Typhon with bandages and plaster, leaving only his face exposed. Fortunately, the scales on his face that were transformed by Slaanesh were still visible.

It now looked like Karras wanted to bang his head against the wall, but the bandages tied to the bed prevented the veteran from doing so.

So Hades walked in and saw Mortarion with a dazed look on his face, and Karas struggling hard on the bed next to the Primarch.

"..."

Hades silently snuffed out the hidden camera that Trazyn had installed in the medical room.

"Are you ok?"

Hades asked Mortarion, and the Primarch responded. Hades walked naturally past Mortarion's bed - he was going to decontaminate Kharas first.

In fact, Karas was the last one, and Mortarion and Typhon tacitly let Hades take care of the others first.

“I’m not okay!!!”

Callas screamed in horror.

"Stay away from me!!! Get out!!!"

"I'll help you remove the pollution and leave."

Hades was speechless. Why was Typhon so frightened? He was the victim.
"Of course, I have something else to ask you."

Hades said he heard hurried footsteps in the corridor and determined it was Buzz Bella.

This matter was so big that it alarmed the officials who were working hard in Terra.

Ignoring Karas's shouting, Hades calmly stepped out of the black domain and turned on the recording on his armor.
The recording started playing automatically, accompanied by Typhon's swearing and profanity.
"Nurgle looks better than you when fighting against a bunch of ugly bastards like you."

There are more exciting things to come, but Hades decided to wait until he finishes treating Karas before arguing with him. Otherwise, Karas will just scream and Hades won't be able to have a good conversation with him.

So Hades focused on using the Black Domain Elbow to hit Karas' soul.

On the other side, Mortarion cleared his eyes and listened silently to the screams from the bed next to him.

The Primarch swallowed quietly, he was grateful for his physique, which had not been tainted by Slaanesh.

Hades gradually got used to the various reactions of psychics towards him, or perhaps it was humans. When the Death Guard was expelling pollution before, only a few of them could avoid vomiting in front of Hades.

Hades also once again realized his unpopularity.

Hades glanced at Typhon. Typhon hadn't vomited yet. He was touched - the old man was still steady.

To Hades' surprise, unlike the weak soul of Karas ten thousand years ago, Typhon's soul strength can now be called T1 level, and a very powerful flame is burning, as if it has found new fuel.

After confirming that there was no possibility of corruption or contamination in Karas' soul, Hades let it go.

Everyone has their own little secrets.

The pink and purple of Slaanesh disappeared, and Hades felt a little palpitatingly that he was quite familiar with Slaanesh's psychic power.

"All right."

Hades said, looking at Typhon, who was lying on the bed, dying and foaming at the mouth.

"...just go back and wash your face, and the scales will come off."

Hades added some medical advice by the way. He waited patiently for Typhon to come back to his senses before asking him what he was cursing about.

The footsteps had already stopped at the door, and Hades spoke directly,
"Come in, Boots."

"Report."

Hades Buzz walked in cautiously. Hades felt Buzz's eyes quickly sweep over the Primarch and Karas, but in the end he stood behind him without looking away.

Hades saw Mortarion looking curiously at Buzz, and Buzz seemed to feel the primarch's gaze, so he stood directly in the blind spot behind Hades.

Seeing that Karas hadn't recovered yet, Hades symbolically asked the two patients if they needed to rest. The original body didn't move, and Karas couldn't speak for the time being, so Hades asked Buzz to work directly in the ward. The purpose was to get these two to work.

At first, Meizi Buz's voice was a little hurried, but his first sentence was not about the current situation. Meizi first asked about Hades.
Hades smiled bleakly, and apart from eating a bunch of inexplicable food, everything else... was okay?
At least I'm not hungry now.

He was still unwilling to recall the scenes and details of that time, but Hades knew that he would have to face it sooner or later, and he could not let his escape leave hidden dangers -

What he regretted most now was that he had not succeeded in killing Slaanesh, or Aisha - or they should all die.

Still not strong enough...

Hades thought, this was too sudden.

But he still didn't want to recall the details. Hades didn't want to portray the overly perverted image of Slaanesh in his mind.

They chatted briefly, and Buzz brought some supplies directly from Terra, which was not necessary as Barbarus was wealthy enough, but since they were here... there was no need to send them back.

"And one more thing,"

Buzz's expression suddenly became serious. He glanced hesitantly at the Primarch and Typhon, who seemed to be struggling to regain the ability to curse, not knowing whether to say it or not.

"Is it serious?"

Hades asked,
"important--"

Buzz said he read the atmosphere and realized that the news he brought was too heavy and the current atmosphere might not be appropriate.
“But maybe you don’t need to decide right away.”

Hades stared at Boots in silence, and the little guy looked back at him and blinked.

...It seems like something that needs to be considered in the long run.

Thinking of this, Hades sighed. He remembered the Endurance with its broken dragon spine, and the overcrowded medical rooms in the Barbarus star field. Although the storm in the warp space was even weaker -

But Hades still felt angry.

He was still hesitating about Malcador's suggestion to attack Slaanesh, but Slaanesh attacked him himself???
???

If you don't look for Slaanesh, Slaanesh will come to you, right?

Hades realized that he had to fight against these Chaos.

Unlike what he remembered, Chaos was now more fearless and shameless - perhaps this was what the Emperor had to face if he wanted to overturn the table.

Preparation... more preparation is needed... Hades took a deep breath and felt confused. This time he was not thoughtful enough. He never thought about the possibility of Chaos jumping directly into the physical world to seek a fight.

In the future, at least one of him and Mortarion must be able to be contacted by the Death Guard or the Empire at any time.

Crackling lightning lit up around him, and Hades paused, beginning to calm himself.

He calmed down and decided to finish the task at hand first.

Anyway, everything has been settled for the time being... Hades thought that it would be more convenient to rely on Barbarus.

After the war, the Barbarus star field quickly dispatched a tug fleet to come to the rescue.

Hades looked at Karas and thought that Karas's condition had recovered and he was now playing dead.

Because Karas was cursing just now and didn't hear the recording that Hades played, Hades turned it back and started playing it again.

Hades was not worried that Buzz heard it. In fact, almost all the Death Guard heard it. With Buzz's intelligence gathering ability, he probably knew everything.

Karas cursed Lucius and the demonic disaster.

"In front of you..."

Hardy paused, "That's a good scold."

It was a cruel life, a purely cruel life, Hades thought, and he would curse like this next time.

【…The rhetoric is brilliant.】

Mortarion, who was lying dead on the bed, made a rare comment, but Karas said nothing and continued to pretend to be dead.

“But what the hell is next???”

Hades asked, pressing the play button.
"Do you think you will be favored by Hades?! I swear as a close friend of Hades! Hades can watch Nurgle get hard - and he will not come to you! You are more disgusting to him than Nurgle!"

? ? ? ?
? ? ? ? ?

Hades couldn't believe it, his scalp was numb, and his worldview was completely destroyed - why did he hear such words from Karas?

How much does this big brother hate him?
Old people, subway, mobile phone.

Moreover - it turns out that Karas is not the shady guy that Hades imagined. He seems to have a very rich inner life.

Typhon, lying on the bed, ignored Hades, and the room became quiet for a while.

【laugh. 】

A small laugh broke out from Mortarion's bunk.

? !
"Did you laugh?!!! Lao Mo??? You definitely just laughed, didn't you?!!!"

Hades looked sharply at Mortarion.
"You just laughed, didn't you—"

【…】

【……No. 】

Mortarion said this righteously, his tone so indifferent that Hades almost believed what he said was true.

A hash mark exploded above Hades' head.

During these ten thousand years, Mortarion may not have learned anything else, but he did become more and more skilled in the art of politicking and lying.

However, the recording was still playing, and there was a faint "waaagh!" sound in the noisy background.

"I am the one who has endured Nurgle's curse - even if I were to choose, it would be Nurgle! After all, he is the false god that Pluto longs for~"

【…】

【Hehe——cough cough cough!!!】

The Primarch couldn't bear it anymore. He burst into a shocking laugh. The guy who died of tuberculosis coughed loudly. Hades sincerely hoped that Mortarion would just die.
Just laugh to death.

Hades' mouth twitched, he was heartbroken.
"I didn't scold you, did I? Do you think you can just enjoy yourself like this when I didn't scold you?!"

[Cough cough cough cough! ——No,]

The Primarch's voice suddenly calmed down.
[I'm not joking with you, I just feel sincerely happy - it turns out that this is what Karas has always thought. ]

"You've remembered something funny, haven't you?"

Hades swore that if it weren't for their patients, he would have rushed forward to beat them up. In fact, Buzz was now pulling the shoulders of Hades, who was eager to try, as if to say, boss, forget it.

"And you!"

Hades turned his head sharply and stared at Karas.
"That's how you curse me, right?"

He was so angry that he was at a loss for words. This guy Karas was attacking indiscriminately, not only scolding Slaanesh, but also scolding Hades, and even scolding Karas himself.
“You—you you you you you—how could you curse like that?!”

Hades glared at Karas. Karas, who had recovered from the pain in the black realm, arched his head and stared at Hades.

There is five points of contempt, three points of contempt and two points of contempt in his eyes.

"how?"

Karas asked back, trying to straighten his neck.
"So, you killed me?"

Hades was so angry that he almost passed out. He made a gesture of rolling up his sleeves.
"I'm going to—"

Fortunately, his son Buzz was very understanding. He quickly stepped forward and stood between the two sides, and just threw the money away as if it was free, acting as a good peacemaker.

Hades said something and Karas retorted, and it almost turned into a trash talk. If it weren't for the huge difference in strength between the two sides and the fact that Karas was sick, they might have started an indiscriminate fight. Hades believed that he could convince Karas with one elbow and cure his crooked nose, and Karas also believed that he could spit phlegm accurately into Hades' mouth so that he could eat something good.

While Boots was calculating, the Primarch began to laugh like a cough again.

(End of this chapter)