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

Chapter 667 115. Runaway Karas

【Barbarus】

"Tarrazin?"

"Tarasim!"

"..."

"TARAH-HIN!!!"

"Hey? Hey! I'm here!"

Trazyn hastily shifted his consciousness back to the observer, and saw Hades standing in front of him with a frown on his face, holding a stack of documents in his hand, so thick that it looked like he wanted him dead.

"What are you doing, Trazyn? I thought you had a virus."

"I was looking at the School of Athens—"

Trazyn said, and then the Necrons gave a few loud, staccato laughs, as if remembering something happy.

"You should see how funny your motor oil lunatics are."

Haha, Hades thought, if Hades himself was not busy, he would transform into the craziest omninet madman and give 40k a little 3k shock, whether it was a big banana or a spinning cat, he could do it.

Although these oil guys have begun to spread some things with the initial abstract culture, fortunately there will be disinfection from time to time, otherwise Hades is really afraid of an abstract guy appearing in the subspace.

But Hades has no intention of restricting these guys who are idle on the Athens Academy forum every day.

He is not the kind of guy who gets angry when he sees his subordinates playing. As long as they can get the job done, Hades doesn't care what else they do.

"Then you can make a copy and enjoy it at home."

Hades said, thrusting the file at Trazyn.

"These are the results of the past three months of cultural relic protection, as well as the latest technological products. Please check to see if there are any omissions or other technologies that can be contributed. The expedition will begin soon. Please donate more, great man."

Trazyn automatically ignored the last sentence, grabbed the document and started reading. It read very quickly, after all, it was an upgraded body.

"There's something else,"

Hades said,

"Tarasim, do you plan to go to the battlefield? I will give you some titles. You will command a unit of mechas in this expedition and work together."

Trazyn let out an unidentified scream, but the Necrons knew what Hades wanted to do. It had lost miserably in that command operation.

"All right, all right—I'll do it."

Hades nodded.
"You will have to accept the data of several large-scale battles afterwards. Don't let your precious computing power go to waste, Endless One."

"So can I pick up something on the battlefield?"

Hades waved his hand,

"It's up to you, but you are not allowed to pick up any human who can still move and survive this time."

Trazyn's green eyes darkened.

“Pretty ruthless decision.”

"Haha."

"By the way, how's it going with Zandrick?"

"They did not leak the news. First, they did not report their secret search for the Primarch. Second, they at least kept their promise. As for the follow-up... Obiron came to me again later."

Taraxin said, thinking of the tall Wang Wei, who looked a little dejected in spirit.

"Zandrek has recovered well, and even remembered his mistakes on the battlefield - this made him depressed again. Obiron is now worried that his master will commit suicide."

Hades was stunned.
"What should I do?"

"I sent them several immersive simulation copies of large-scale battles. Let Obiron fool Zandrek first. I think it sometimes can't distinguish between reality and dreams and hallucinations."

Trazyn was silent for a while.

"Damn it, such an old thing, if it were us, it would have found a place to die by itself. Why would the Necrontyr care about it so much?"

Hades raised his eyebrows,
"Are you angry or are you soft-hearted?"

"It's a mess. It's all a mess."

Trazyn waved her hands, not looking angry.

"I understand what you humans mean by the collapse of rituals and music. Anyway, don't worry about the Crowned Ones. I, Trazyn, swear as the director of the Solemnas Art Museum that nothing will go wrong here."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. There is no problem with the information you gave me, Hades. I am more curious about how the Pale Lord finally solved the problem of the Endurance's acceleration."

Hades blinked. Mortarion, who had quarreled with Karas until he was red-hot, ran away to Terra to take up his post. Could he say that it was not Mortarion who solved the problem in the end?

and a three-second silence for Terra’s management.

"Simply slowed down the acceleration and improved the armor."

Hades said, but Trazyn let out a huge sigh.

"Can flesh and blood creatures ultimately not cross the gap of inertia-free superluminal speed?"

“You can look at the Yellowskin Team.”

"That's called a flesh and blood creature?!"

Trazyn was so angry that he jumped up.
"I don't even want to say anything about you - how can you combine Necrontyr technology with the fucking Warp! I can tolerate Mortarion, but the Lord of Mankind is ￥%&*&￥%#%"

Intense Necrontyr swearing.

"Just tell me if it's useful or not, whether it can be used or not,"

Hades raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.
"If all else fails, you can quietly hack one of his ships for your collection."

"I do think so! The crew members aboard are all connected to the Lord of Mankind, and I'll be discovered if I move!"

"You've already tried that?!?!"

Hades and Trazyn looked at each other, and everything was said without words.

"When you are caught by the yellow-skinned people, remember not to betray me."

"I will call your name immediately to let the Emperor know who the mastermind is."

Hades lowered his voice suddenly, leaned over to Trazyn,
"How about this, you call Lao Mo when the time comes, don't call me——?!"

Hades straightened up suddenly, turned around with a smile on his face and looked at the mist fountain at the door of the office.

"Hey, you're back so soon?"

Mortarion still looked devastated. Even a Primarch would look exhausted after being exploited by work for ten thousand years.

Mortarion looked past Hades and at Trazyn.
[Just do it... If the Lord of Mankind has any objections to you, tell him that I told you to do it.]

The last sentence was almost spoken through gritted teeth.

Hades laughed awkwardly, it seemed that Mortarion had heard what he said just now.

"Did the yellow-skinned guy bully you again?"

【…】

Mortarion glanced at Hades and seemed very satisfied with the title of Lord of Mankind. Although he didn't quite understand the meaning, he could hear that it was very sarcastic.

Trazyn took the opportunity to slip away.

[I have a proposal that we should not station troops on Terra during this expedition.]

Mortarion said calmly,

[If the enemy attacks Terra, let that bastard on the Golden Throne jump up and do the work. ]

"Great idea, got my brain spinning,"

Hades said,

“But it is not approved.”

Mortarion sneered, ignored Hades, and sat down on a sofa in Hades' office.

"So—anything else?"

Hades turned around.

"Is there trouble over there Terra?"

Death shook his head.

[Everything went well, but the Mechanicus is looking for you. ]

Hades waved his hand, and no written documents came over. Those guys probably planned to make money by selling the floor tiles he walked on.

"Not urgent."

After saying this, he stared at Mortarion, and Mortarion stared at him, and they looked at each other in confusion.

"so……"

Hades wondered,
"What are you doing in my office? Is your office haunted?"

Mortarion would not take the initiative to stay in the office to rest without reason, especially Hades' office, because he would be assigned work by Hades.

Mortarion's expression became even darker. The Primarch hesitated for a moment and thought it was best to admit it frankly, otherwise Hades would find out the truth from other sources. [Karas is waiting for me in my office.]

Death looked at Hades with a confused expression. Sure enough, before he could speak, Hades fell asleep first.

"Sorry, I just remembered something happy."

[…Laugh if you want to.]

Hades immediately burst into laughter, gasping for breath, and then came over to ask for a beating.
"Typhon is still angry?"

【No. 】

The Primarch said dryly,
[I overestimated the new generation. Karas is now busy providing psychological counseling to these little guys who are dying for the first time.]

As if he had thought of something, Mortarion clenched his fists, then relaxed them.

【It is nothing but death.】

He muttered quietly, while Hades patted the Primarch's shoulder armor.
"I guess they died more than once. It's too exciting to be exposed to too much death in a short period of time."

【…】

【I will go and visit them one by one.】

As Mortarion spoke, a wisp of mist dropped from his fingertips. Hades understood what he meant and retracted the black domain covering this place, allowing the Primarch to release his psychic energy.

The fog drifted out of the office and left.

"Think of something happy,"

Hades said,

"You'll be setting the warp on fire in no time."

【They will be afraid of us.】

Mortarion nodded.

[Death Guard, Imperial Fists, Dark Angels, reinforcements from other legions, the Titan Adeptus Mechanicus... This time I will grant death to a god.]

The Primarch clenched his fist again, his knuckles cracking.

[I know... The first one is six... Then we will go to the garden again, Hades, promise me... to put the black domain into the false god's mouth. ]

“It’s difficult but you can give it a try.”

Hades laughed,

"But, Old Mo—is the first one really six?"

They fell silent at the same time.

....................................

"How do you feel now?"

asked Gene, the captain of Squad 13 of the 5th Battalion of the 3rd Company of the Death Guard, who was currently sitting in Warrior Edward's personal lounge.

Gene said, but Edward still didn't move.

"fine,"

Edward said sullenly,
"It's just... I may still not be tough enough."

He recalled the feeling of death, which was like being suddenly washed up on a beach of ashes. He stood up in a daze and saw that the world was shrouded in a hazy cloud.
As far as he could see, he took a glimpse at the bizarre monsters at the edge of the clouds. They were far more unimaginable and unacceptable than the subspace creatures they had dealt with in previous combat missions.

Around him, more Death Guards were silent, and Edward realized that he was not "the same kind of person" as them. Their armor was tattered, but it felt much harder than his.

Then there was a huge dizziness, and he suddenly fell to the ground, and found himself back in his duty position, the deck was shaking and buzzing, blood and skin were squeezing him, and then -

“Are you feeling better?!”

A rude voice sounded and the door was thrown open. Both men were startled and jumped to their feet. The hands that were about to draw their guns immediately changed to salutes when they saw the visitor.

"Lord Karas!"

Callas always had an extremely indescribable smile, but both of them were sure that the essence of this smile was not a positive emotion.

"0305013001 Gene! 0305013007 Edward! Sit!"

When Karas shouted, the soldier immediately sat up straight with his back straight.

Karas paced slowly in the lounge without saying a word, but his eyes were fixed on the two of them like an experienced vulture.

"Edward, how are you doing?"

Callas asked, and Edward nodded vigorously.
"Sir! I feel fine!"

Karas sneered and waved his hand.
"It's just a casual conversation, relax—"

Karas draws a long note,

"Do you dare to bear the consequences of telling lies?!"

"Report! Don't dare!"

"Then tell the truth, you little bastard!"

Edward obviously hesitated for a moment, but then they saw frost hanging from the four corners of the room, the light was dimming, and Karas's smile became more and more hideous.

"I am terrified! I do not think I am capable enough to follow the Primarch!"

"it is good,"

Callas raised his voice,
"You finally realized that you are a bastard! Tell me what you are going to do next?!"

“Train hard!”

Edward replied quickly,
"I am willing to accept the punishment - I volunteer to go on a suicide mission!"

Karasun, who was walking slowly, paused. He glanced at Edward with contempt.
"Good awareness,"

He says,

"You men will indeed be transferred - you will become a force at the Primarch's side."

Karas turned around suddenly, rushed to the unfortunate soldier in three steps, grabbed the collar of his training suit and lifted him up.

"Don't take any chances."

Callas slowly loosened his hand, his expression returned to its sinister and ruthless look. He patted Edward.

"Do your best... This is a punishment for you, but also a recognition."

"as well as--"

Karas made a long sound, raised his hand, and showed the little thing in his hand to the two warriors.

"Look who's here?"

Callas said sarcastically,
"Sometimes I feel a little sad. The respected Primarch can take time out of his busy schedule to visit his descendants - but he is unwilling to chat with an old guy like me?"

Karas moved his gaze and looked dimly at the little guy between his fingers. The small version of the Death Guard hung in the undead man's hand as if it were dead.

No matter how hard he pressed his fingers, the tough little guy didn't make a sound.

Opposite Karas, two battle-hardened warriors remained silent at the same time. No one in the Death Guard dared to provoke Typhon, and no one could withstand the old warrior's violent temper.

"What? Not talking?"

Callas shook the little thing in his hand and laughed sinisterly.

"I was presumptuous - I hindered the plans of the great primarch."

"then."

Karas said casually and threw the small Death Guard in his hand to Edward. Typhon confirmed that he heard a sudden scream at that moment, but he didn't know whether it came from the small Death Guard or from the two warriors.

"He recognizes you, do your job well."

Karas said, throwing a crumpled piece of paper to Edward. On it was the shoulder armor pattern that the soldiers were going to change next, representing the changes in the company.

"As for me, it all depends on your performance. Just because he is tolerant of his offspring doesn't mean I will give you a passing grade."

Typhon left without looking back, leaving the two new generations at a loss.

Mortarion thought he was unwilling to face Hades?
........................

?

Hades, who was reading the document, tilted his head.
"Lao Mo, what's wrong with you?"

【…】

【I'm going back to Terra.】

There was still a question mark on Hades' head, but the Primarch's figure disappeared like white mist first.

boom!
Hades looked at Karas, who had flung the door open.

The next moment, Karas did not look around Hades' office, but turned around, bent over, and began to dry heave.

Karas began to curse himself in his heart for planning to come to Hades' office a few minutes ago.

(End of this chapter)