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

Chapter 771 214. Loser Alliance (?)
The defeated Karas Typhon raised his eyebrows slightly and watched one end of the wrinkled banner on the wall fall off.

In the village at the foot of the palace, which no Primarch or Hades could discover, in a small and dim corner, dissatisfaction and resentment gathered here, and finally turned into drunken moans.

Karas's eyes were still fixed on the faded banner that Sevita had insisted on hanging in this little bar. It was written in blood,

“WORK OR DIE.”

There are a few small holes at the bottom of the banner. I don’t know who spit there.

"You went anyway."

A dark voice sounded, as distorted as that of his master. Karas sneered and swaggered into the small bar that they had taken over.

"At least I have the courage to face it."

The sneering expression on Karas' face never disappeared. He walked straight past the Blood Angel Dante, who was holding a bottle of wine on the ground with a sad expression on his face. Under the dim light, Sevatar was staring at Karas with a smile behind the bar. It was he who had just said the welcome.

"Same old? Or something else?"

Welcome to the Legion Master's Club, also known as the indefatigable second-in-command of the stupid Primarchs. This place has a year-round supply of Barbarus Poison Brew (you will die if you drink it, but it doesn't matter, Karas will summon Mortarion to revive you), Bhaal Blood Wine (huge heartburn), Prospero Sweet Wine (like Prospero, it is rarely found in this bar), and Macragge Brew (the most normal one, the bar uses it instead of water).

And a mysterious special offer, black wine (???).

Karas just sat casually in his old seat, watching expressionlessly as Sevasta threw him a flat iron wine bottle. The inner wall of the bottle made a hissing sound as it was corroded by the wine inside.

"Mortarion has not returned."

Karas muttered to himself, opened the bottle of wine skillfully, and took a sip without feeling anything. He had developed a resistance to this stuff.

"As expected."

Said Sevatar, who also bought himself a bottle of the Dark Eldar's special flavor.
"He's not as hardworking as you are."

The corner of Karas' mouth twitched for a moment, but the attack power of this sentence was too low, and Karas was automatically immune to it.

"But that idiot came back - so I walked to the door of his lounge, knocked on it, waited for seven seconds, and then watched him open the door. I held back my vomiting and said to him, idiot, are you a fan of special games? You're still coming back?"

Karas felt that he was an idiot for doing this on purpose, but it didn't matter. He was already tired of living. He shook the bottle in his hand, and the venom spurted out with a clanging sound.

"He and I were both abandoned by Mortarion,"

Karas said, cheer up, the only one who didn't go up the mountain this time was Mortarion, the lazy guy,
"CTMD."

Sevatar stared at Karas as if he was an idiot, and the meaning was very clear, that is, he thought Karas was an idiot.

"Not as good as Macragge."

Sevatar said that this sentence had become his weapon to attack others, but the next moment, a somewhat attacked murmur sounded at the door.

"Come on, guys, we don't want this either."

A low voice echoed. The Ultramarines Calgar's voice was usually even lower - haha, because that idiot had finished the surgery.

Can "better" serve the empire.

Karas said nothing. He and Sevatar looked towards the door with amusement. After the upgrade, Calgar, who had grown bigger, obviously had to squeeze through to get in.

Bang, bang, the Extreme Warrior accidentally hit the door frame, and a small bat-like metal decoration fell off the originally roughly decorated door frame, and the small blue wind chime that Calgar hung up himself also fell off.

"Sorry, sorry."

Calgar grunted twice, then squeezed in. As soon as he put himself in the bar, Sevatar threw two bottles of Baal Blood Wine at Calgar.

Calga sighed deeply, and he skillfully caught the fragile bottles with one hand. Then, under the amused gazes of Karas and Sevatar, he pulled up Dante who was half lying on the ground.

The Blood Angel had apparently arrived earlier than any of them, and had mixed the blood wine with the highest concentration of Barbarus poison, and had performed a hypnotic treatment on himself, which had worked so well that he was now unconscious.

Calgar was afraid that Dante, who was talking to himself, would suddenly attack him. The fangs of the Blood Angel were sticking out at this moment, and were moving slightly as Dante muttered while reciting the Bible.

Calga considerately dragged Dante to the tattered sofa in the middle of the bar. People who knew about this secret bar were either rich or noble, but the decorations here, including the sofa, looked like they had just been dragged out of a garbage dump.

And none of them cares.

The dark yellow sofa was already pitted by the Space Marines' saliva and poisoned wine, and Calgar placed Dante in an area that looked less dirty.

He had no intention of taking the bottle of wine in Dante's arms. The last person to do so was the Grey Knight Ahriman, who was then taken a sip by Dante.

Grey Knight Ahriman's original words at the time were that he had never thought in his life that he would be bitten by anyone other than a Space Wolves.

Karas's comment is that it doesn't matter whether it's a wild dog or a mosquito, it doesn't matter who bites.

After settling Dante, Calgar sat back in his familiar seat. He lowered his head dejectedly, as if he was not the one who had successfully performed the operation.

Sevatar whistled.
"How does it feel?"

"Stop joking,"

Karga waved his hand and took a big sip.

"My master hasn't explicitly asked me to reduce my sleep time, but I've noticed that the amount of time I need to rest has been greatly reduced - maybe I should take the initiative to ask."

This sentence seemed to strip Karga of most of his strength, and the Ultramarines became distraught.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk,"

Karas showed an extremely distorted expression.

"Don't try too hard - Sanguinius would gain praise from your master if he took the initiative to work, and what would you gain if you took the initiative to work, more official documents?"

This sentence stimulated the two people present at the same time. The unconscious Dante let out a roar like a beast and seemed to be nudging towards Karas' position, while Calgar slammed the table in anger.

With this clapping, Karas and the entire table where he was sitting were suspended in mid-air for a moment, but Karas' expression remained unchanged and he continued to stare at Calga.

“Don’t be a scab.”

Karas spoke word by word with a provocative smile on his face.

"I am the only one among us who has experience in resistance. Do you expect the next victim of the Raven Guard to teach you to resist in a more reasonable way? Forget it. Corax is much more humane than you and me, his inhuman master."

Karga was silent. The bigger and bluer guy didn't look happy at all, but just drank his wine sadly.

Sevatar sneered, and Karas immediately rebuked him.
"Laughing?" The venomous snake named Karas spit out venom. "It seems that your Primarch must be very compassionate to his subordinates. He would not let his offspring do the dirty work and support the legion by himself, right?"

"Oh, I forgot, your master's name is Conrad."

Calgar silently moved to the side to make room for the two strong men who were rolling and fighting each other on the ground. The Extreme Warrior drank the wine in depression. After finishing a bottle, he casually threw the bottle behind him. With a bang, it was not known whether it hit Karas's head or Sevatar's head.

"It seems I came at the right time?"

Another voice that had not been heard for a long time sounded. Karga sighed and pulled out the chair next to him for Kahn who had returned after a long absence.

"You shouldn't come here. Karas and Sevatar will attack you together soon."

"Yeah,"

Kahn answered casually, and the axe in his hand slammed down to the ground beside his feet.
"Then I'll just have some fun with them - you look a little lost, Karga."

Calgar sighed again.

"Only frustrated people like us come here. How come you are the same as Lord Red Sand?"

Kahn paused. In fact, after landing on Terra today, Angron called him aside and whispered to him that he would show him something fun.

Afterwards, Kahn obtained the [One-day Experience Card for Looking Directly into Others' Emotions].

【I think you have ever wondered how I see others? Go and have a look. 】

Angron whispered, pushing Kahn out, and then went to give psychological treatment to Rock, the World Eaters representative stationed on Terra.

Kahn blinked. Now in his sight, he could see the distress and fatigue surrounding Calgar, but among the mass of black threads, there was still a pure and shining white dot. But Kahn would not speak like Angron, the World Eater shut up. Fortunately, Calgar let Kahn go, and then Kahn turned around to look at Karas.

Uh……

He saw two extremely viscous and dirty Newtonian fluids entangled together, one of which was dark green and brown, like the mud deep in the swamp, with countless vicious black bubbles emerging from his body, and the other was crazy and whistling, with darkness piercing out like a spike, stabbing towards the void.

There were extremely thin threads above these two souls. Kahn looked up, trying to find the end of the threads, but the threads were extremely long and eventually disappeared into the distance on the skyline.

According to Angron, a pure soul is white, and the brighter it is, the less likely it is to be polluted. Emotions are like clothes covering the soul, but if the same emotion is maintained all the time, then the emotion will pollute the soul.

And this kind of...

Kahn swallowed his saliva. This was probably a case of him polluting the environment in reverse. The souls of Karas and Sevatar had already become filthy to a certain extent, reaching a state of self-consistency.

As long as you are dirty enough, rolling in the shit can only be regarded as a bath and cleansing.

too frightening.

Kahn withdrew his gaze calmly on the surface, but his hand holding the wine glass was shaking slightly. The importance of having a good Primarch was fully reflected at this moment.

Thank you Angron.

"Where's Sicarius?"

Kahn asked casually. Karga, who was drinking alone beside him, shook his head.

"Ahriman entrusted him to go to the Warp to look for someone. The Grey Knights said that there is news about a Grand Master who was lost long ago. His name seems to be Cardo Diego."

Kahn didn't know the Grey Knight, so he just nodded to show that he had heard it, and then he licked his lips.

"How's Terra doing lately?"

Calgar was silent for a moment, and Kahn noticed that his grip on the bottle loosened. In the past, he would not have noticed this, but Angron was teaching the gladiators to read people.
"It's still the same,"

Karga lamented,

"But we have to admit...the efficiency of those three is extremely terrifying. For ordinary high lords or legion commanders, the project would take at least a hundred years to produce results, but they can compress it into a few years."

Only those in administration understand the horror of Robert Guilliman, Fenus Manus, and Hades.

When ordinary people see these three mighty ones, they can only exclaim in amazement.

When they saw these three people, it was like a bolt of thunder from the blue, like a mayfly seeing the sky!!!

If these three had formed an alliance and worked together ten thousand years in advance, the current human empire... Calgar thought, would probably have entered a true utopian society.

After Pluto's return, there were fewer insects throughout the Empire, weapons began to flash green, and ships were able to travel at faster than light speeds - more importantly, the Primarchs who had previously been at odds with each other began to unite, although they were united in beating the Emperor.

Karga took two more sips of wine.
"Recently, the Lord of the Empire is promoting the subdivision of the galaxy under the Nirvana system... The wind has changed. A while ago, my Lord ordered me to pay attention to Malcador's movements. There will be cooperation in government affairs again."

Kahn was slightly surprised.

"Is the Demon Patterner willing to take action?"

Karga coughed.
"My Lord only gave him two choices, to return to work or to stay with the Emperor - he can't stand staying with the Emperor now, he would rather, ahem, come back and face the Lord of the Empire."

"Then the Emperor..."

Kahn hinted that Angron might not be able to get some information, but in this small bar filled with the unique stench of Space Marine sweat, he could get a lot of information.

Karga shook his head.

"Not necessarily Horus."

He says,

"I feel that the next one will be the founding of the Seventeenth Legion... The once lost Primarch Lorgar is coming back soon."

Luojia?

Kahn felt a surge of joy in his heart. He thought of his good friend, Angertai the Word Bearer, and wondered where that guy was now.

"I've been busy lately, but I've always been busy. I don't know when that future will come. If there hadn't been a major war recently, the Empire might have prepared for a second expedition to the Warp. At least that's the plan of the Imperial Lord."

Calgar's eyes were thoughtful and he took another sip of wine. This was something that all the second-in-commands on Terra knew about, except for Kahn who had just returned.

Kahn was about to express his opinion, but the door of the bar groaned again, and a bigger, taller, fatter, wide-bodied Space Marine stood in front of the door with a little embarrassment.

"Uh,"

Bella, son of Hades, tapped the door sill.
"Karas, ah Karas, do you want to use your psychic power to expand the door?"

He called out tentatively, but what answered him was Karas's angry roar, "Get out, shit!" and other incomprehensible words.

"Well, you won't help me, right?"

Bella rubbed her hands together, then he showed a look of a dot king, Mingzi squatted down and began to force himself in.

He squeezed in with difficulty, and fell right on top of Karas and Sevatar, who were holding onto each other and refusing to let go (700 percent intentional). The wide-bodied Son of Pluto successfully obscured the two Space Marines, and because of Bella's bad taste, he obviously had no intention of standing up for a while.

The corner of Calga's eye twitched. He seemed to see the flash of Karas's psychic power light up under Bella, but due to the unique spiritual resistance of the Son of Pluto, the flash as green as a thunder dragon only flashed.

The Sons of Hades, a regiment born out of the Death Guard, inherited and maxed out the physical resistance from the Death Guard, and on this basis maxed out the spiritual resistance. It is definitely the most tanky regiment in the Empire, no doubt about it.

“What a scene of unity and camaraderie.”

Buzz stood up calmly, and by the way, pulled Karas and Sevatar with one hand. Perhaps on the battlefield, the tanky Karas and the assassin Sevatar could kite Buzz, the King of the Underworld, to death, but in a direct confrontation, the 100% tanky Buzz would be able to hold out through the first half.

There is no other reason, only thick blood and high ears.

"Aren't you going to greet your father?"

Calgar asked in surprise, and the son of the Hades of Macragge, who had a good relationship with Calgar, smiled.

"I'm not in such a hurry to find a job for myself, can I at least have a leisurely night?"

He smiled modestly and sat next to Kahn, but in Kahn's sight, he saw a very faint light, pure gray.

It is said that the soul of the son of Hades is dim, so he can adapt to the blessing of Hades. Now I see it with my own eyes, and it is just as the rumors say, the sons of Hades all have dim souls.

Kahn clinked glasses with Buzz, and the next moment, a rag flew over and accurately covered Buzz's head - it was thrown by Karas, who had just finished a fight with Sevatar while cursing.

"Don't let me see that disgusting face of yours, little one."

Karas said with stomachache, and kicked Sevatar who picked up the dagger on the ground. Sevatar fell directly into Dante's arms. Karas was looking forward to Dante opening his mouth and biting him at this moment.

"Ah, then you may go and see the real owner of this face. Father is thinking of you--thinking of you sitting back at your desk."

"..."

"I'm going to commit suicide now."

Karas said,
"Mortarion is in Barbarus now. I want to die directly back to Barbarus."

"Wrong,"

Buzz said lightheartedly, still with the rag on his face.

"The God of Death will only resurrect you on Terra~"

Kahn moved his seat to the side to make it easier for the second duel to start.

(End of this chapter)