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

Chapter 139 135. Only climbing

On the gloomy mountain road, thick poisonous gas entangled them, and these damp droplets adhered to their hair, clothes, and breathing hoses.

Antai raised his hand and numbly wiped his breathing hose again. The originally tough pipe had already become brittle and weak under the corrosion of poisonous gas.

Barbarus' experience told him that his gas mask was about to give up.

There may not be much left for him to retreat.

Going forward, there will be no retreat.

As early as the beginning, the flow of people going up the mountain has been shrinking.

They were not knocked down by the gas, and at lower altitudes the gas masks would not have corroded away so easily.

But the breathing mask that becomes fragile every moment, the breathing mask that creaks with every breath, knocks on everyone's heart.

Some wise people realized that the gas mask would not hold up sooner or later, so they returned early.

But most people didn't realize this, or they were lucky, or they really wanted to be a death guard, so the mighty crowd began to climb towards the top of the mountain.

But by now, most of the crowd realized they had reached a point.

Death was watching them, silent and merciless.

Returning here will just make it back to the bottom of the mountain before the gas mask breaks.

If they are going up, the gas masks will be damaged before they reach the summit, and then they will face the strong poisonous gas at high altitude.

Antai let himself breathe as steadily as he could, his respirator whining.

However, the child in front of him stopped suddenly, and An Tai almost ran into it.

The child gave An Tai a gloomy look, then trembled and started to descend.

They passed shoulder to shoulder and almost bumped into each other.

It was like a call, and more and more people began to turn around.

Many children who rushed forward at the beginning, those children who were obviously stronger than An Tai, rushed forward also began to turn around.

An Tai froze for a moment, he turned his head and looked at the small dots going down the mountain.

Their gray figures quickly disappeared among the dark and flowing poisonous gas.

The originally huge crowd suddenly decreased by two-thirds, and the rest of the children continued to stagger upwards.

The sense of security that had previously enveloped Antai and followed the crowd disappeared.

Antai also stopped, hesitating whether to continue going up, or to return the same way.

The food they received earlier is enough for their family to survive for a week.
If it goes any higher, he might really die——

A thin and slender boy passed behind Antai, interrupting Antai's thinking.

An Tai was surprised to see the boy's face covered with tears.

But the boy's footsteps did not stop for a moment.

The boy glanced at him and smiled.

Antai paused.

I want to go up, Antai thought.

You have to go up, Antai said to himself, go up, become a death guard, then his younger siblings don't have to work as hard as their parents, they can do something else, as long as Antai becomes a death guard.

You have to climb for your younger siblings.
But did An Tai really think so?
Is he using the name of his family to cover up his real desires and urges?

Was he ashamed to admit that, in a hidden corner of his heart, he wished to be a Death Guard?
Even though Antai knew nothing about the death guards, the mighty figures of those giants were deeply imprinted in his mind.

They awakened another spark in Antai's heart.

That was a completely different path from his previous life, and Antai knew that he despised his previous life.

It would be unwise to go up now, he is likely to die, and then the burden of life will fall to his younger siblings.

But he had had enough, had had enough of the grayness.

He's actually not that selfless, on the contrary, he's selfish.

He just wants to take his own life and climb up.

Even death is more attractive to him than the rest of his bleak life.

He didn't want to just be alive.

Antai wants to make a choice for his life, he wants to prove himself, he wants to leave here.

May I be strong enough.

he thinks.

So he started climbing again.

A sneer sounded in Hades' ears, and then, a hoarse voice, accompanied by the sound of electricity, sounded from the communication channel,

"I knew it would be like this, you don't have to have a pharmacist at all."

Hades stared helplessly at the picture coming from the helmet, where the crowd descending the mountain was mighty.

He knew this fellow Mortarion was definitely mocking him.

Hades sighed softly, making sure the sigh didn't reach Mortarion over the comm channel.

"But... from the beginning, the purpose of screening will be weakened, right?"

The channel stopped talking.

So Hades blinked and refocused on the crowd up the hill.

Mortarion merely told the men that the summit was the final goal.

But in fact, as long as they reach a sufficient height, they will be automatically judged qualified.

And Hades doesn't think that someone can really reach the top of the mountain. He talked to the pharmacist of the legion, which is physiologically impossible.

The concentration of poisonous gas on the top of the mountain is enough to suffocate a space warrior.

Mortarion thought otherwise, as soon as the selection began, the Primarch happily climbed to the top of the mountain, waiting for his champion.

Hades did not follow the Primarch to the top of the mountain. He went to the place where the Black Stone Obelisk was placed to prevent accidents.

He stared at the crowd up the mountain, compared to the beginning, the crowd has been much sparser.

There was another voice on the channel,

"Which one do you prefer?"

Don't change the subject, Mortarion.

But Mortarion is most likely to be free now, and he is in a good mood.

The Primarch deliberately stayed up all night to finish today's approval task, just so that he could focus on screening newcomers today.

Hades simply made up his mind. In his imagination, Mortarion was standing on the top of the mountain in a daze.

I hope someone can reach the top of the mountain, otherwise Hades can guess that in the next few days, Mortarion will have the expression of eating Nacre again.

Hades naturally ignored Mortarion's jumping subject and adjusted the screen in the helmet.

"I see the kid looks good."

A thin figure appeared on the screen.

The child drove slowly at first, but when he reached a place with strong poisonous gas, he immediately started to speed up without any hesitation.

His goal is very clear.

Hades sighed.

Start to accumulate strength, and then start to accelerate when you get to a place where the poisonous gas is strong, so as to reduce the damage to him from the high-altitude poisonous gas.

While Mortarion's purpose is to sift through tough individuals, wisdom and strategy are essential.

He may not be the toughest, but he's clearly capable of reaching as high as he can.

"Fleming, it's from the northern village."

Mortarion's voice came, and the Primarch who was in charge of the registration had memorized all the children's information.

"You do have a preference for such people, Hades."

"If it were you, I think you would do the same."

Mortarion said half-jokingly.

Hades laughed dumbfounded, that's true.

You're so clever.

"You should expect him to meet the qualifying standard. The boy's statistics are average."

"It can be seen."

Hades nodded.

"Which one did you see?"

He throws back the question,

Mortarion ordered a few people, and Hades took a brief look, and they were indeed good seedlings who could sprint to the top of the mountain.

It is estimated that there will be a long time before the children reach the summit, so the two began to chat with each other.

up, up, up
Despair, regret, and fear gripped him tightly.

Antai's vision began to blur, the poisonous gas stung him, and the exposed skin began to become soft, and it could fall off with a light rub.

He clutched his gas mask in vain, the tattered gas mask had long been unable to provide any effective defense.

The hand holding the gas mask had already been scratched and peeled off, blood flowed out from there, and soon changed color and solidified under the action of the poisonous gas.

The lungs were convulsing violently, and an unbearable sting came from there.

He is dying.

Death's scythe was cutting his throat again and again.

The tired and paralyzed brain has long been unable to think too much.

Only obsession is still there.

change his life up
Leave him from here and stop plowing.
"boom!"

The person in front of Antai fell to the ground.

An Tai ignored him and continued to move forward numbly.

There are not as many "corpses" lying in front of Antai as he imagined. It seems that they all continue to go up
An Tai continued to climb, it was almost there. It was almost there
There was no one in front of him, and the strong poisonous gas made him unable to distinguish the ground farther away.

Not yet. Up, up.
The pain in the lungs that had been excruciating was no longer painful, and the pain had subsided. He was just very tired.
"boom!"

An Tai's knees gave way, and he lay down on the cold ground.

His eyes went dark——

Do not!Can't die!
An Tai directly bit the tip of his tongue, and the faint pain from his mouth woke him up a little.

The straps binding the gas mask were already severed by the poisonous gas, and this fall directly exposed Antai's mouth and nose to the poisonous gas.

His mouth and nose are warm, is that blood?
Subconsciously, An Tai buried his face in the ground, clinging to the ground, which made him feel better.

So he stretched out his hand and dragged his body slowly to continue upward.

He crawled.

up up
Antai's nails split apart, some broke in half, and dirt got mixed in.

But he went on,

Dots of red were dragged away behind him, and his ears began to bleed.

Improvement
A big hand gently lifted him up, and the cold cloth fell on his mouth and nose.

Antai tried hard to see the person in front of him with his bleeding eyes.

Those eyes that shone like stars were looking at him.

"My child, you are tough enough."

So An Tai finally passed out.

Mortarion looked at the selector who was the first to reach the top of the mountain, and began to give Antai emergency treatment in a good mood.

Similar things had already been done thousands of times when he established the Rebel Army.

But now, he could wait patiently for the second brave man to reach the top of the mountain.

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