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

Chapter 314 Interval Mortarion Awakens Karas for the First Time
Pain, restlessness, humming.

Kalastephon floated up from the deep and dry ocean, dizzy and exhausted, and the glare of the light blurred his vision.

Subconsciously, he wanted to rub his painful temple with his hands, and the slow and dull force feedback reminded him of his current state.

He is not dead yet.

"Fuck."

Callastephon muttered a curse.

Realizing this, Calastephon ceased all movement, and patiently stood still, waiting for himself to recover.

His eyes were beginning to adjust to the blinding white light, and it was only then that he realized that the white lights that had hurt him just now were not blinding, on the contrary, they were dim, with the peculiar dimness of the Endurance.

When he finally got used to all of this, including his crippled body, including his current rotten situation, Karastifone raised his eyes, and as expected, he saw a familiar and tall figure.

"Mortarion?"

Callastephon hesitated and then called with some sarcasm, not sure whether the sarcasm in his tone was directed at himself or at Mortarion.

The Lord of Death was sitting quietly on a simple chair. His armor was covered with dried blood and obvious dents. It looked like he had just experienced a hard fight.

Callastephon allowed himself a second to imagine, could this be the scar from Mortarion killing Hades?

The imagining gave him a subtle and wicked satisfaction, as if making up for his current inadequacy, and he shifted his gaze, looking straight into Mortarion's eyes.

Mortarion looked tired, very tired, but his bright yellow eyes gleamed in the shadow of his hood.

[Karastifone, long time no see. 】

Mortarion spoke with a sigh, and the primarch seemed about to say something, but stopped.

Calastephon observed the surroundings silently. There were two death guards at the door, and he could identify one of them as Galo and the other as a technical sergeant.

—but Hades wasn't there.

"Where's Hades?"

Callas asked bluntly.

Mortari settled down, and spoke hoarsely,
[Leaving, he went to Terra. 】

Callas raised his eyebrows.
"He finally left you too? Just like you left me at the beginning?"

"What a pity, Mortarion, it was Hades I wished to see, and then I could taunt him that you were left behind too."

Primarchs were different after all, they were born strangers.

Callastephon watched with satisfaction as Mortarion's brows furrowed deeply, and that's it, Karas thought, and then Mortarion would run off, with his own words, and his own Lost in this forgotten corner.

But Mortarion didn't leave. Although he seemed dissatisfied with Karas' words, he still sat there steadily.

[If you are still regretting that scene that year. 】

Mortarion said calmly and softly, it's disgusting, Karas vaguely felt that Mortarion seemed to be trying to comfort himself.

But the next second is really disgusting.

[Then I apologize, Karas. 】

Karas felt that the gastric juice in his empty stomach was about to turn up, but Mortarion was still talking, it was really strange that Mortarion would not refute his mocking words.

[This is my negligence, I should have noticed all this. 】

Mortarion looked calmly at the Dreadnought equipped with Kalastiphon. In a sense, this huge iron guy was already Karas himself.

After Hades left, the Death Guard quickly threw themselves into another battlefield, Kajor. They met those primitive people roaring with blood and skulls, and met those altars built with skulls.

It took them three whole months to end the battle. Even though the weapons on the other side were only simple swords and flintlock guns, whenever night fell, blood-red monsters would spew out from the dark and ominous flames, and those local people Primitive man obviously knew how to drive them.

It was witchcraft again.

Mortarion scoffed at that.

The Lord of Death already knew how to deal with all this. He carefully and skillfully placed the Zero Company on the battlefield. By now, even the ghost dog has learned that the Death Guard has a team that restrains the psionic species.

In the end, under the cooperation and suppression of the three wandering knights, Mortarion successfully beheaded the leader of the Kajor, a lunatic who was so strong that he almost mutated.

Without the Zero Company, the Death Guard would have taken much longer, and more costly, to end this.

Mortarion understood this acutely.

When he led the death guards to fight those bloodthirsty monsters in the forest, when he commanded the knights to outflank the opposite wizard troops in the channel, when he was fighting with the opposite leader, he heard Ribo's roar in the channel What was Mortarion thinking?
What was he thinking about?
Unbeknownst to Mortarion, he hastily ended the battle. He returned to his office, gripped the pen in his bloodied hand, and wrote the war report that announced the end of the war. Then he looked up, staring at the two Framed, out of place letters.

How stupid, he thought.

Then he turned on the channel, and without further thought, he called Enrique, the death guard's foundry master, Terran, and he didn't know the heir well.

【Enrique, wake up Carastephon, and call Galo over. 】

He said so, even though he didn't know what he was talking about.

Then he sat here abruptly, facing Kalastiphon who was about to wake up.

He heard Callastephon's yelling, which gave him a strong urge to leave here, but he couldn't just wake up a Dreadnought and shut him down, even if it was a Primarch, it would be inappropriate to do so.

Calastephon was still the one in memory, the man who had stabbed Mortarion with his sharp words, but he had been right.

Mortarion dryly apologized.

The language got stuck in his throat, unlike facing Horus, where he could easily say something that made him sick, or facing Hades, where he could say whatever he wanted.

He was stuck, and Mortarion wanted to know what happened to Karastyphon at that time, and he also wanted to know what happened to Karas now...

And... Mortarion wondered if there was any possibility of Karas moving forward, though he needed to scrutinize that.

In a sense, a Karas sleeping in a Dreadnought is like a badge displayed in the room of glory. He symbolizes a past, a past where Mortarion has made mistakes.

A stubborn and prejudiced past.

Under the gas mask, Mortari took a few quiet breaths before deciding to say what he wanted to say.

[Kalas, after you fell into a deep sleep, the Death Guard has experienced a lot, the Battle of Druen, the Battle of Rust, the Battle of Absdu, and some others...]

"What do you mean, Mortarion?"

Calastephon is always like this, sharp enough.

Mortari settles down,
【…I want you to keep up with the Death Guard, and not become a broken silhouette of the old days, thrown into the battlefield under manned conditions, and then forced to sleep. 】

Callastephon was silent now, and after a moment of silence, Callas laughed.

"Thank you for your kind words, but they came a little late."

[It's better than nothing. 】

There was another period of silence, and it was no longer like the old friends in the past who had nothing in common.

The Lord of Death spoke first,

【Karas, if you still wish to die. 】

[Then I can... help you. 】

Karas' pupils trembled violently.

Of course he begged to die, he deserved to die as early as Barbarus, instead of being imprisoned in this small corner as a piece of meat that was neither human nor ghost, he had ridiculed Hades many times, just to make him angry killed himself.

But by accident, looking at Mortarion covered in blood in front of him, maybe Karas's long-sleeping desire to survive suddenly broke out, or maybe he was really inspired by the battles that the Death Guard had experienced, Perhaps it was the long-lost joy that Karastyphon felt after hearing that Mortarion was abandoned by Hades...

Karaston paused for a moment, well, he was unwilling, he was afraid of death, he didn't want to just leave like this.

He changed into a relaxed tone,

"No, Mortarion, I was thinking that next time I wake up, I might hear better news—like Hades abandoned you this time."

Mortarion shook his head.

[You don't have to be so mean, Karas. 】

[If you really take pleasure in other people's pain, then... I may have other news to share with you. 】

Callas raised his voice,

"for example?"

[In fact, rumors of Hades have been circulating inside the Death Guard...]

Callas frowned.

[And I only recently learned that the rumors they circulated were not how heroic Hades was, but that he had collapsed on a recruit's bed—and Hades tried to escape, but was discovered by that poor recruit. 】

… Mortarion looked at Karas, and Karas looked back at Mortarion.

Mortarion seemed to be asking him if it wasn't funny.

After a moment of absolute silence, an astonishing burst of laughter erupted from the fearless stuffy can.

Karas didn't know if he was more haunted by Mortarion's bad joke itself, or if he was actually gloating about Hades' misfortune.

And, Hades himself is really heavy, Karas is very sure of this, because he was once dragged off by Hades purely by weight.

　No more.

　　And, Mortarion lied to Karas, I mean his bad jokes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)