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

Chapter 448 2.28 Karas thinks he can go
【Three Days Later】【Aboard the Endurance】

Vox stared at the Dreadnought in front of him, a familiar model, with the mistletoe tied to the Primarch's back.

"I will never trust you, Karas Typhon."

Vox said that he stared at this fearless man who seemed to be dead since he came back.

"Even if you were chosen by the Primarch, I would not believe you."

Vox held his hand tightly, feeling a dull pain from the wound opened by Malcador three days ago.

"The supreme leader of the Death Guard is Garro."

Vaux finished his announcement and stood there, waiting for Karas's reply.

"..."

"it is good."

Karas Typhon said his too-quick surrender even caused Vox to pause.

Vox took a deep breath, as if fighting his own thoughts.

"Callas Typhon,"

His voice softened,
"What exactly did you see, and what did Lord Mortarion say to you?"

Karas was silent, and in a daze, Vox seemed to think that the Dreadnought was trembling,
"...after that day,"

Karas's muffled voice sounded,

"I've thought about it a lot, Vox."

Vox shifted his feet uneasily. He didn't think this was a good start, but out of some strange mood, he continued to listen.

"...I'm a loser, a traitor."

Karas said

"Hades was right, he saw me clearly long ago, before everyone else - long before we first met."

"Barbarus?"

Vox asked in a low voice, and Karas confirmed his question.
"He was right."

Callas Typhon said gloomily,

"If you wish to repent,"

Vox said, "You can tell it directly in front of Lord Hades's tomb - it must be after the funeral. You can't go out now."

After learning the news from Malcador, while waiting for the voyage to retrieve the original body,

The Death Guard is preparing to hold a memorial service for Hades - the Death Guard has never had a tradition of mourning the dead, but Hades can be that exception.

They invited Malcador, Angron and Guilliman. Malcador rejected the Death Guard, but the two Primarchs agreed.

"I know,"

Karas Typhon replied, lowering his voice as if he did not want to disturb the memorial service in the hall below deck,

"I just...I just don't understand..."

"I don't understand why Mortarion hasn't shot me yet."

Karas was silent, his soul trembling in front of his conscience and burning in front of the fact that he was a rotten person. He desperately realized that he was not worthy of this kind of treatment anyway. He was like a reformed man who had just been released from prison. The bastard wanted to serve his parents, only to find that his parents who were waiting for him to be released from prison were already dead.

He couldn't accept it all, and he forced himself to accept it. If he continued to collapse in front of the heavy facts, then he would still be the scum that no one could save.

Fortunately, Calastiphon is not a weak person, and he is not someone who dares not face the reality. Even though he may have been in the past, he is not now.

He figured it out.

After a long time, Karas's tone became the same as that of the ruffian on Barbarus.

"Forget it - debts must be repaid with money, and debts must be repaid with life. This guy Mortarion wants me to work for him, and I accept it."

"——Anyway, as long as he's not dead."

No one saw Karas collapse in the illusion, and Karas Typhon would not let anyone else see that side of him.

Karas's tone became indifferent;
"You just said I could spit on Hades's tomb before leaving, Vox?"

As the smoke cleared from the Dreadnought's shell, Vox put away his gun,
"Watch your words, Karas."

Vox said,

"Even now that you are the Death Guard's hope for finding their Legion Master, I want you to realize that if you do this again and again - nothing good will come of it to you."

Karas smiled.

"Baby,"

he said, deftly beginning to tease Vox,

"What did Hades say to me back then?"

"He said that if I died, he would come to my tomb for a spring outing and eat my sacrifices as snacks."

Hades also said this to Mortarion, and Mortarion responded casually.Wuxton lived. The Barbarus trio back then were very famous, Mortarion, the real leader of the Death Guard, Karas, the southern commander, and Hades, the revenant of the wild.

The story of the three of them is like some kind of heroic legend, circulating in Barbarus' village.

Wizards with strange bloodlines and abominable dead souls found the real God of Death in the alien lord's castle.

Therefore, in terms of seniority and seniority, Karastifon can indeed use his previous stories with the legion commander and commander to overwhelm Vox.

In fact, he did so.

"Even though you have been in the company of two great men, it only makes you more insignificant."

Vox said calmly that he was no longer the young man with shortcomings in Karas's impression.

Sure enough, Carraston froze.

After a while, he continued to say nonchalantly,
"Whatever, I can't spit in my state anyway. I just want to see him. It has nothing to do with anything else, just memories,"

"Are you satisfied with this answer, Vox?"

Vox stared closely at Callas;
"Of course you can, but we will watch you, and at the same time, you cannot appear in other people's sight."

Karas's engine beeped twice,

"Thank you for your understanding, First Captain of the Death Guard,"

he said defiantly
"Also, as someone who can retrieve Mortarion, can I make a small request of my own?"

Vox held the scythe silently and motioned for Karas to continue.

"I want some roasted horse meat,"

Karas said.

“It’s not too late to repay the debt we owed back then.”

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Angron felt... something he didn't know how to describe.

Since he came out of the maelstrom, he has rarely felt this kind of emotion. Even when facing Chaos, he has never been so entangled.

This thing... is amazing.

He was going to attend Hades's memorial service. In front of Angron, Guilliman, who was wearing a formal dress, had a heavy and sad face. Ms. Euton beside Guilliman also had a sad face.

Behind Angron, the expressionless Kahn also exuded a sincere sadness.

As they walked along the corridors of the Endurance, there was a sense of silent sadness.

It's all very sad -

The premise is that Angron doesn't know Hades is still alive.

After receiving the invitation from the Death Guard, Angron immediately contacted Malcador via communication.

The old man who was immersed in psychic energy searching for Mortarion had a nonchalant tone.

"I received it too. I won't go."

Angron paused, "...but Hades is not dead. You have to tell them about this. This is too ridiculous. We can't-"

"No time."

Malcador interrupted Angron cleanly, and the old man said slowly,

"Explaining this will take time, and I think the Death Guard, who thought Hades was dead, would be better suited to survive in this galaxy."

"You can't do this, it's wrong-"

"What if I say Hades probably likes this too?"

This is a lie, Malcador simply doesn't want to care about it.

Now that one thing is done without any impact, it is better not to do it and do other meaningful things, such as thinking about how to fish out Mortarion who is trapped in the subspace.

Angron paused;

"Wait, Hades? You actually know him very well, Malcador?"

"...familiar?"

Malcador asked slowly,
"Bent one-fifth of the head of my scepter. What do you think of this relationship?"

"Angron, let them mourn. I think Hades is also very lonely now."

Malcador thought,

"And... maybe he will die soon? Anyway, he needs a funeral and a memorial service."

Malcador hung up the communication, it was broken... The old man thought that he should go.

　OK, no more!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)