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

Chapter 748 [192.] Special Issue | We Failed

【? ? ? 】

[? Endurance? ]

Wisps of smoke and dust rose from between the fingers. The corridors of the Death Guard's Glorious Queen were always dark and silent, like a silent cemetery at midnight.

There was a rustling sound, and soft footsteps could be heard.

Herrera exhaled white smoke from her mouth. The tall and haggard woman said nothing. She leaned against the door of Karas Typhon's lounge, her upper body hidden in the shadows.

【. 】

The tall giant stood quietly beside the woman, but they did not look at each other. There was only silence. If Hades were still there, he might tease them that they were like door gods.

Herrera raised the cigarette rolled with Barbarus tobacco in his hand again. Behind the wisp of smoke, his complex expression was still deep.

After taking a deep breath, Herilla tilted her head and blew out the smoke. She raised the half-smoked cigarette in her hand towards the Primarch.

"Want a bite?"

If it were any other Primarch, or any other person, this would be an extremely disrespectful act, but for them, they were all the same, as they were all fought out in Barbarus's cemetery-like battlefield.

【No. 】

The Pale Lord spoke hoarsely, watching coldly as Herrera started to cough because of the strong smell of tobacco.

After a while of silence,

【You should smoke less. 】

Mortarion said that the giant took the cigarette from Herrera's hand. The cigarette was like a toy in Mortarion's hand. He hardly moved his hand, and the spark went out - the only source of light here disappeared.

[Your lungs are almost completely black. I have tried to slow down the process as much as possible. Or do you want Chaos to heal you?]

The Primarch spoke sharply, but he glanced at the tight gate of Karas.

If you let him know about this, he will scold you.

Mortarion said, Herrera's light cough was instantly punctuated by a sharp cough, and the woman crossed her arms and turned her head away, unwilling to look at Mortarion.

"It would be nice to die."

Herrera said, she coughed, steadied her breathing, and smiled as if she had thought of something.

"Besides, I hid it very well. I had already started smoking a cigarette a long time ago. It's just that he didn't notice it at the time."

Herilla tried to lighten her tone, but the atmosphere of the Death Guard was always solemn, and her move failed.

Herrera pondered for a moment. In fact, during the last period of time, his eyes had fallen thoughtfully on her slightly yellowed fingers - but he said nothing.

Thinking of this, Herilla took another heavy breath.

She regretted so much - regretted that she didn't catch him in the end. It should be him who survived, not herself. The legion didn't need women, and if he came, he would do a better job than anyone else.

Maybe even better than Mortarion, Herrera suddenly laughed in his heart, no, that's for sure.

[You are blaming yourself again.]

The Primarch, who was completely hidden in darkness, spoke word by word. In the darkness, his eyes were glowing brightly.

"Aren't you?"

Herrera asked back. She was one of the few people who could argue with the Primarch - the other one was Karas Typhon.

And now, Karas Typhon was beside them. Behind this tightly closed door, they all tacitly left space for Karas - but they all lingered in front of his door again after a while.

It's like a league of losers.

Mortarion raised his eyes and looked towards the door again, as if hoping to see through it and see what happened to Karas after this, but he certainly did not use his psychic power to rashly probe in.

The first is to preserve the dignity of Karas, and the second is that Karas Typhon is also an outstanding psychic, and any rash attempt by the Primarch would be discovered immediately by Karas.

[…You go and persuade him.]

Mortarion said, and Herrera sneered.
"I'm going to be the bad guy?"

The woman pointed this out without hesitation. Mortarion frowned and stared at Herrera. At some point, another new cigarette appeared between her fingers and flew between them.

"You know none of us has the right to make decisions for him."

Herrera said coldly. She took out the pistol from her waist. After a few light clicks, the end of the cigarette hissed and burned again, and the sparks flickered.

"…Even if Hades came, he couldn't make this decision for Karas."

【He will only prevent us from making this decision. 】

Mortarion's tone was calm, but there was an inexplicable sadness in his voice.

"Yes."

Herilla took a deep breath, and the rough and pungent smell brushed against her nasal cavity, which made the everlasting depression in her heart dim.

"How did we get to this point?"

Herrera said, she changed her posture, leaning her back against the door panel, using her back and the door to support her weight, and looking up at the ceiling.

At least that was our decision.

Mortarion squatted at the door of Karas. He reached out and pressed his gas mask. Then a tiny white smoke floated out from the gap between his cheek and the mask.

“What a failure.”

Herrera said that this sentence seemed to give a conclusion to their life, this world, and this destiny, that is, it is full of failure.

Mortarion obviously agreed with this statement, and so, like the silent Karas in the space behind his fellow disciples, none of them spoke anymore, leaving only the sound of breathing and occasional coughing.

"Do you really believe the images Chaos showed you?"

Herrera spoke again, and Mortarion put on his hood. The Primarch pulled hard on the brim of his hat, trying to cover his eyes.

Even though I don’t believe it.

The hoarse voice of the Primarch was like a snake crawling on the ground.

[This empire should also be destroyed - Robert Guilliman will not tolerate such a tyrant. If we attack first, we can at least have a certain advantage. ]

[The Lord of Change has placed the bet between me and Guilliman... Only one of us can win.]

"An ambitious regicide."

Herrera said thoughtfully,

"I remember Hades said at the time that he was optimistic about the Ultramarines? I didn't expect the Primarch of the Ultramarines to be in such a state."

Hades doesn't seem like the kind of person who wouldn't let people rest - on the contrary, this guy would steal whenever he's lazy, paddle whenever he's in the water, and encourage those around him to rest together.

But even though he said that, he still worked every day and ended up looking so tired.

【This is different from what he said. 】

Mortarion pointed this out, his hand positioned as if he was always holding a cigarette.

【He said it was... a joke.】

“But he got a lot of things right.”

Herrera raised her eyes lazily and glanced at the closed door.
"Including him."

She lowered her voice and sneered.

“I didn’t expect it…I didn’t expect it.”

"Do you remember what Hades did to Karas?"

【He has an inexplicable prejudice against Karas.】

The Primarch said calmly,

[We all know that it is their natures that are mutually exclusive, so don't bring it up again... At least we can make Karas feel better now.] Herrera blinked and changed her leg to support her center of gravity.
"but……"

Her tone became low, and an inexplicable light flashed in her eyes.
"But I think Karas is really going to change his name."

【……】/“……”

【Typhons.】/“Typhons.”

"You really want him to do this, Mortarion?"

Herrera suddenly asked seriously, looking at Mortarion seriously.
"Are you really going to push him over to Nurgle?"

Silence, a long silence. Mortarion looked down at the deck, put his head between his arms, buried it between his knees, and lowered himself deeply, not facing Herrera's questioning gaze.

【I don’t want to.】

After a long while, the Primarch said sullenly,

[I don’t want to. I don’t want him to do that.]

"But we all know what he's going to choose."

Herrera pointed this out, and her momentum in questioning Mortarion faded again, and she sighed dully.

"But Karas will choose to do this in the end - I can't imagine letting a psychic mysophobe like him go to the garden."

Herilla's mouth curled up into a bitter smile.
"We are nothing if we just let Karas pass by like this."

After putting aside his prejudice as much as possible, Hades focused on talking to Karas. During that time, Hades had in-depth conversations with Karas almost every day. Mortarion was very sure that Hades said something to Karas.

I feel pain.

Mortarion raised his head again, stood up, and spoke in an extremely, extremely indifferent voice, as if the voice did not belong to him but had been detached from his body.

"Don't let Angron hear this."

Herrera interrupted and teased, the cigarette between her about to burn out again, the flames making a burning sound on the skin of her fingertips, but the woman didn't react at all.

"Otherwise he will definitely keep pestering you for at least three months."

Mortarion blinked slowly.

I hate him.

He stated this bluntly, and the Primarch seemed to recall some not-so-good memories of the past.

Herrera laughed again.
"I understand why he comes to you so often—a nasty fellow."

【But I can't kill him. 】

Mortarion said something terrifying in his calmness. At this moment, the Great Crusade was still going on, and at least on the surface, the primarchs maintained basic brotherhood and respect.

Herilla suddenly seemed to have thought of something. She let go of the embers in her hand and was about to speak when the door was opened with a loud bang.

Both of them were startled. Herrera hurriedly stepped back and saw Karas's stinky face, which looked like he had been dead for seven hundred years.

"You also look like you can burn right away today, Lord Karas who respects and requires the newcomers to call you Lord."

Herrera sent her greetings, and Karas, who had deeply arched his back, rolled his eyes and said a bitch in the Babarus language and raised his hand to greet her directly.

Mortarion stood beside them in silence as they exchanged greetings for a moment. Although both were high-ranking members of the Death Guard, Herrera and Karas disliked each other.

This may be related to the period when Hades and Kalas were at odds, because Kalas was the yin and yang of Hades, and Herrera directly rushed over and beat Kalas.

This is also the reason why Callas’s hairstyle is always bald.

In the end, with Hades looking helpless with a wry smile on his face, Mortarion picked them up one in each hand and separated them.

There was a rapid and lively exchange of Babarus slang for a moment, and then both men fell silent, merely staring at each other with hatred.

Mortarion knew it was time for him to speak.

[…Are you feeling okay, Karas?]

Herrera sneered, obviously thinking that Mortarion didn't need to ask this question at all. Karas, who had just quarreled with her, was obviously in good condition.

"very bad."

Karas said directly, with a bitter and vengeful smile on his face.

"I never thought I would betray him in such a stupid way, and I never thought I would choose the shithole."

This sentence silenced both Mortarion and Herrera. Mortarion felt pained. It was obvious that Kalas had chosen that path, and this was exactly the path that Mortarion forced him to take.

The Primarch opened his mouth, trying to say something again, as a last resort of consolation, but Herilla suddenly spoke:
"Don't persuade me, it's too late to say anything."

This made both Mortarion and Karas look at her, but Herrera simply turned her head away from them.

"He said that - it proves he has accepted it."

Herrera said calmly, and this sentence made the atmosphere a little awkward, but Herrera knew that when Karas could curse, it proved that he had made up his mind.

"Hahahaha, ha, idiot."

Karas laughed and cursed Herrera. This sentence successfully made Herrera turn his head and started a new round of mutual abuse.

The Primarch stood there in silence, watching them like a spectator - they were all trying their best to ease the heavy facts in their own way, except Mortarion.

Only Mortarion could not do this. He just endured it silently - endured the fact that he had pushed Karas into the abyss with his own hands.

"This stupid troll is crying over himself again."

Karas suddenly changed his target of attack and started with greetings. Thanks to his practice with Hades, Karas learned a lot of subtle and "abstract" ways of cursing.

Karas made a classic expression of turning his head and pointing his finger and laughing, pointing at Mortarion to Herrera, who also snorted and laughed.

"You should have gotten used to these stupid primarchs."

【I don't think I have offended you. 】

Mortarion raised his hand and said calmly, if it were someone else, he would probably be half paralyzed in blood, begging for mercy from the primarch to die.

But this is Karas and Herrera.

"Ah."

Karas laughed again.

"Have you not thought about Barbarus without you, Mortarion?"

Before this sentence could really hit Mortarion, Karas immediately followed up with the next sentence, as if he was afraid that the Primarch would react.
Karas held out his hand to Mortarion.
"Give me your hand and take off the gauntlet."

Karas said, Mortarion subconsciously took off his gauntlet and stretched out his hand, and saw Karas bit off his index finger smoothly, and the light of spiritual energy lit up. He held Mortarion's hand and wrote a spell on it with his own blood.

Those are two names.

"Carras Typhon." and "Typhons."

"All right."

Karas said, letting Mortarion's left hand go, and he smiled in self-abandonment.
"Let's use this name,"

He smiled, his face full of wrinkles,
"After all, he helped me get started."

【……you--】

Mortarion was about to say something, but Herrera suddenly coughed loudly.
"that's it?"

The woman asked, and her next sentence made the pupils of the two people present tremble.
"Then I'll come too,"

Herrera said, as if she recalled some beautiful memories, with a gentle smile. Looking at the dead expression of this terrifying woman, Karas bet 100% that this woman was thinking of Hades.

"Transfer the contract with Slaanesh to me, Mortarion."

(End of this chapter)