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

Chapter 130 122. Kalastiphon, in the fog

Endurance.

The vast universe is flowing, the Galaspar galaxy is running smoothly according to its trajectory, and the fluctuation of spiritual energy begins to surge.

The command that Hades asked to send was sent to the distant Barbarus with the whisper of the astropath and the flicker of psychic lightning.

Mortarion turned and looked at Hades silently,

Hades demanded that the conscription mission on Barbarus be put on hold immediately, and that Karas be put on hold.

"I found out that you have always been hostile to Callas."

"why?"

Hades choked, and after a while, he spoke slowly,
"Do you remember that prophecy, Reaper?"

"I've seen more than you..."

"I see that Kalastiphon was the first Death Guard to fall."

Mortarion was silent for a moment, then the hoarse voice sounded again,

"But in that prophecy, we're all not just him."

Hades took a deep breath,

"Sorry, I know this may seem like an inexplicable target, but now, I really need to go to Babarus to confirm the situation."

Mortarion paused, and he began to recall, the details of the past clearly appearing in his mind.

Initially, Hades and Karas didn't get along so well.

Mortarion took it for granted that they thought each other was a freak, and didn't think much of it.

But if it looks like it now, Hades' attitude towards Karas was more like vigilance than disgust?
But they did have a good time together later, when the new stronghold was established and everything was still flourishing.

At that time they still firmly believed in the fact that the liberation of Barbarus was destined to come, and they had no idea that there was such a bloated and huge human empire.

Later, Hades went south alone because of his physique, and Karas also went south to lead the army after that.

After that, it was life in the legion. Because of the management mode of the legion, the three gradually parted ways.

Although Karastifone came to look for him at first, but since the farce of the duel cage, there has been no private contact.
Mortarion began to carefully recall and compare the last picture in his memory again, and came to him, Typhon who applied to return to Barbarus for conscription.

Callas, who was the same as in his memory, did not find anything unusual.

Mortarion frowned.

"Then if Karas has no problem, how can you explain it to him then?"

"I will apologize."

Hades stared at the map marked with various waterways, and a hoarse and heavy voice sounded.

He also hoped that he was being overwrought.

Barbarus.

just now.

A goshawk flitted across the cloudy yellow sky, alone, flapping its wings and neighing, before disappearing straight into the billowing poisonous clouds.

Thick clouds are gloomyly pressing on the vast expanse of wasteland farmland, the heavy rain is approaching, and the air is filled with the smell of sour yellow water vapor.

People have all returned to the settlements to avoid the rain, and a figure stands on the vast and gloomy land.

Calastephon walked slowly on the ridge of the field, his sickle drooped, and the blade of the sickle plowed a deep straight furrow in the loose soil.

Originally, he was still actively preparing for the enlistment of recruits. Raton went to negotiate with the biological sage who was in charge of the gene seeds on the star ring, while Karas chose to return to the human gathering place on Babarus to recruit recruits.

But as if something happened, the existence that should have passed away still survived, and amidst the boiling sound of the swamp mud, the plan was shelved and terminated.

And there he was, far away from all men, making his way slowly toward the highest peak of Barbarus.

Going up, to the highest mountain peak, to the densest mist, under the skin, flesh and blood are surging.

In the distance behind him, there was some small commotion, but it quickly subsided.

There was a buzzing in the ears.

+You are still back, my son+

Carastephon still gritted his teeth and hurried on his way, his originally clear mind once again bogged down in the quagmire.

+ You should know that you are a different kind after all, why do you force yourself to seek approval from those who drive you away? +
+ Accept the power from the highest heaven, and trample those weak humans under your feet! +

"My mother is human."

"Shut up, monster."

A harsh, acid laugh cut Karas' patience.

+ Oh—that poor human female, if she hadn't grown stronger, I would have chosen someone else. +
+ But it seems that the monster born is destined to fail. +
+ Take a look, you thought it was Mortarion of the same kind, you thought it was also a pet kept by the lords, it turned out to be real gold. +
+Only you, a product of xenomorphs and humans, nondescript monster. +
+Nobody paid any attention to you, you're just a clown who keeps shouting "come and see me". +
+Weakness, your original sin is weakness! +

The ear-piercing sound became faster and faster, the clouds fell to the ground, and thick fog descended.

With a click, the sound disappeared.

A figure slowly appeared in the fog, and Karas staggered.

"mom?"

He said.

The short and stooped woman stood in the room and looked at him with a smile. Only then did Karas realize that his mother was so short.

He walked over and sat down, and his mother gently stroked his power armor, she was still the same, just like at the beginning of the memory, she hugged him to avoid the pursuit of the villagers.

+ It grows so big. +
she says.

He smiled, Kalastiphon was not dead, was not corroded by the ubiquitous poisonous gas, was not stoned to death by angry villagers, and was not devoured by his alien father.

Callas is alive and he won.

+ What's wrong?not happy? +
She looked at him, and there was a green gleam in her cloudy and dull pale green eyes.

"I'm fine, I came to Babarus to recruit, and I became a small manager of a legion."

+ Someone hates you? +
Callas was dumb, but shook his head weakly.

"No."

"Just...just because of something,"

+ Let's hear it? +

The rickety and exhausted mother also sat down, and Karas seemed to have returned to the dusk when he was hunted down by the villagers in a trance.

They just sat silently on the edge of the poisonous fog, shivering from panic and coldness.

For fear of being discovered, the firewood was not lit, and a few black branches were left alone on the ground.

"I had some trouble with my friends."

"It was fine at first, but there were still some accidents."

His mother watched him patiently,
+ Callas has made friends, which is a good thing. +
+Where there are people, there will be differences, even friends. +
She put her dry, tiny hand on Callas's, which had been operated on like a giant's palm.

+ If there are really too many differences, why not talk about his teachings to your friends. +
Him?
+ The samsara of life and death walks around, despair and greed melt residual thoughts, and entropy accumulation destroys stagnation again. +
+ Everyone in the world suffers, but only He is benevolent. +
+ Mom knows she can't keep up with you, +

Her pale green eyes looked at him tenderly.

+ If you can be in His merciful embrace, even if it is destruction, you will have nothing to fear. +
+ And I suppose your friend would choose a benevolent monarch too. +
+ He will forgive you for your previous mistakes, and you don't have to be in such a hurry. +
The pale green eyes are full of kindness and love.
He reached out and took his mother's hand.

Mother looked at him tenderly.

Fat white maggots surged in the eye sockets, and pus flowed out.

"I have to go."

Karas looked into the light green eyes and said to himself,
"Indeed, I need to make my two friends realize how wrong they are now."

The figure in front of him turned into a puddle of thick water with his epiphany, but Karas didn't seem to notice this, he picked up the scythe and continued on his way.

　Thanks for subscribing, and happy reading! (_)

　　It may be updated every Wednesday and Thursday late, and no leaflet notification will be issued in the future, sorry (ω｀)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)