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

Chapter 803 [245.] Disease, loss of appetite, malaise, near death
crackle.

Sparks rose from the fire, leaped lightly into the air, then exploded with a slight bang, and finally disappeared brightly.

The room was clean and warm at the moment. The freshly baked desserts, along with the hot steam of strong tea, slowly filled the whole room.

Hades was hesitating with the pastry in his hand.

Finally, he chose to put down the tea in his hand and take a break. The mixture of noodles, sugar and oil returned to the plate, and the greasy porcelain surface reflected the faces of the two people who were talking.

"Feel sorry."

Hades said, his expression hidden in the shadows. The Primarch could see the darkness hundreds of miles away, but he could not see through the shadow from Hades.

"I feel sad about the story you told... but I think... if I were in that situation, I would do the same thing as him, and for the other 'me', it might mean relief."

[No need to apologize.]
[Mortarion] said lightly, the pain of the past and memories still traumatized him, his organs were twisted together and ached slightly.

[This is... this is the past that we created together... a fact that has already happened.]
"I feel sorry for what the other me went through, but I believe that in the end the other me won't regret it."

I won't regret...

Won't you regret it?

[Mortarion] raised his eyes and looked at Hades opposite him. This was a completely different Hades, one that existed in his destiny line two years earlier.

If he had arrived in Barbarossa sooner...

Maybe he doesn't have to be so sad now.

[Hades] Perhaps there will be no regrets, the dead will never say anything, and only the living will struggle in the painful reality, relying on past dreams for comfort and blinding their overly sharp eyes.

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Another fate line

【past】

The newly established stronghold was bustling at the moment. The leader of the Death Guard, Mortarion, rarely opened the granary to let people celebrate for a day.

A bonfire burned brightly in the center of the stronghold. Mortarion quietly stood up and turned down a new round of toasts from the people. The Primarch shook his head, signaling to the people that he would leave for a while.

The soldiers left wisely because they knew that the Primarch was going to visit the "invisible man".

He tried to lower his presence as much as possible, walked past countless houses, and finally came to a small house on the edge of the stronghold. Here, [Karas] was already waiting for [Motarion] impatiently.

Mortarion blinked.

[You came back early this time, Karas.]
Because he was a subordinate of Nakre and even massacred several villages, [Karas] has never been accepted by most of the Barbarus people. However, a small number of Barbarus people call him a hero and are willing to follow Karas to fight against the alien lord.

[Karas] coughed and spat on the ground.

"You know, there's only one thorn left - the other places are just patrols to see if there are any fish that slip through the net."

Even though they were initially rejected and misunderstood by people, Mortarion, Hades and Kharas still formed a team in Barbarus based on their battle records. Because they were the only resistance force, the team grew larger and won battle after battle.

Up to now, only Nakre was left living on the highest mountain top of Barbarus, and had not been cleared out by the Death Guard.

[I am planning how to attack Nakre... Karas, don't worry.]
"I never mentioned that I was anxious. It's you who is anxious."

[Karas] raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, then he glanced at the room next to them.

"Let me guess, this is his wish?"

[This is what we all wish for, Typhon.]
Mortarion said calmly,

[Don't you wish to kill Nakre?]
"I certainly hope so."

Thinking of what Nakre had done back then, Karas's face twisted for a moment, but then returned to his bitter and resentful expression.

Why don't you go in and see him?
Mortarion nodded toward the house, and Karas sneered.
"His girlfriend and her fanboy are in there. There's no need for me to get involved. If a sarcastic guy goes to the patient's bed to annoy him, I'll be scolded by those two little guys."

[Herrera] and [Vox]?

Mortarion thought.

Once in Nakre's slave-hunting team, Hades pretended to let people from two villages go, including Herrera and Herrera's family. The little girl therefore remembered Hades, and when Mortarion was looking for medical staff for Hades, she took the initiative to sign up, and she often brought extra rations for Hades herself.

Later, Mortarion learned more details. Hades could not be said to have let her go in a false manner. He even helped the little girl block the puppet's attack.

This is simply letting the sea go. No wonder he was kicked off the cliff by Nakre.

The two were of similar age, talented and beautiful. If Hades had not been sick, Mortarion would have been happy to witness the couple. Everything on Barbarus was a mess anyway, and the relationship between the man and the woman had reached this point, so they could already start a family.

However, Hades seemed to be refusing, so the Primarch kept silent.

[Vorx] is a little guy who is good at fighting. He was brought back by [Hades] when he killed monsters for a village after escaping. [Hades] seems to value [Vorx]'s fighting ability, and [Vorx] is also very grateful to [Hades] for bringing him to Death Guard.

When Mortarion led the army and Karas was away at war, Hades would teach Herrera and Vox some things, sometimes how to calculate, sometimes how to fight, and sometimes how to approve documents.

[Mortarion] was puzzled as to why [Hades] wanted to teach them how to approve documents that would never be mentioned in Barbarus, but [Hades] shook his head and said that [Mortarion] would thank him for doing so sooner or later.

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[Motarion] stood silently beside [Karas], waiting for [Herrera] and [Vox] to come out.

"How is he doing lately?"

[Karas] suddenly asked.

[Not very good.]
Mortarion answered truthfully,

[Barbarus's environment has been eroding him. His soulless physique makes him more susceptible to psychic erosion than ordinary people... I'm trying to make him healthier, but he doesn't eat much, so his nutritional intake is not enough.]
[Karas] frowned, remembering that when he was under Nakre, Hades almost vomited after eating a mouthful of food——

Obviously, he and Hades ate the same food, but Hades' tolerance for food was much lower than Karas's, as if he had eaten all kinds of delicacies from land and sea before and had become picky about food.

"What a hypocritical thing - can't you let him eat something good?"

Mortarion glanced at Karas.
[In order to get him to eat, Herrera's cooking skills are already the best in the entire Death Guard. The porridge she cooked is always rushed to drink by people - at least six guys have proposed to Herrera just because of her cooking skills.]
"Ah."

[Karas] sneered and shouted loudly,

"I suppose it must be some kind of junk food, but you all eat it poorly, Mortarion."

Just as Karas said this, the door opened, and Herrera and Vox walked out with tear-stained faces. Herrera was holding a plate of pastries that looked a little touched. Herrera looked in Karas' direction, and her expression darkened immediately. She strode over and stuffed the pastries that had been left overnight on the plate into Karas' mouth in one breath.

[Karas] tried to resist, but failed in his fight and was grabbed by the hair and food was forced into his mouth.

[Vorx] pretended not to see anything and left after a simple salute to [Motarion].

"Bark, keep on barking, Karas."

[Herrera] waved her hand and threw the few strands of dog hair in her hand to the ground.

[Karas] chewed his food and tried to retort incoherently, but he finally closed his mouth and swallowed the food in his mouth with a gloomy face.

"That's all."

[Karas] said, [Herrera] rolled his eyes, stuffed the plate to [Motarion], turned around and left.

Mortarion blinked silently and began to clean up the food.

As soon as Herrera disappeared from their sight, Karas spoke up.
"Give me another one,"

[Motarion] said nothing, but just moved the plate in his hand towards [Karas].

"I didn't eat last night."

[Karas] added that [Mortarion] chose to believe him, perhaps.

"Two little idiots who don't respect their parents... They should respect us more. Hades spoils them too much."

[There are no classes in the Death Guard, Typhon.]
"hehe."

[Do you want to go in?]
"I'll go with you to see him - to save others from thinking I'm cold-blooded and a half-blood monster."

[No one would think so.]
"Shut up and go."

squeak-

The door was opened. Because of the filter duct, the air inside the room was much cleaner than outside, except that it was mixed with a slight smell of medicine.

[Hello, Hades.]
[Mortarion] said, and [Karas] behind him carefully closed the door. Unlike the Primarch who walked to the bed and sat down, the psyker [Karas] stood in the corner farthest from [Hades] with a dark face.

"Haha, porridge, Mortarion? Herrera brought me a lot, but I feel like I'm going to have some left over."

[I guess I can taste a little later, but most of them are yours, Hades.]
Half lying on the bed, Hades made a sad face and put down the blueprint in his hand - he was designing the drainage system needed for the new base for the Primarch.

On the other side, there were a lot of official documents and drawings scattered on the bed.

"Herrera always thought I was a big eater,"

[Hades] smacked his lips.

"Or have you given me too much of my allotment, Mortarion?"

[You have the same share as everyone else. Maybe Herrera added some himself, but overall, it's not much.]
Loss of appetite is a precursor to decay, and they are trying to delay it as much as possible, but death seems to be like the elephant in the room, staring at them silently.

After years of fighting, Hades' old illness made him weaker than his peers, and the psychic environment on Barbarus further eroded him.

If Hades is strong enough, then theoretically he can even reversely erode Barbarus, but this is only theoretically.

Even so, the physique of the soulless man still made it difficult for people around him to adapt to Hades, so Hades had to stay away from crowded places in the base. He could not leave too far because he could not survive alone in the wild.

But recently, what has disturbed Mortarion is that Hades' soulless physique seems to have improved. The Primarch can clearly feel the increasing sense of alienation, but Hades himself shows no signs of improvement.

It could be a flash of genius—he didn't want to think about it that way.

"Haha, fake."

[Karas] interrupted the conversation at an inopportune time, and he seemed to be staring at the bowl of porridge on [Hades]'s bedside.

"Karas is back too? It seems the battle went better than I thought."

On the wall in front of Hades' bed was a huge map. Mortarion could see the marks and small flags Hades had placed on it.

Hades had predicted almost every battle successfully, to the exact minute, and now, all the green flags representing the Death Guard were gathered at the highest altitude.

Only the last step is left.

[Motarion]'s heart twitched for a moment. The last step, which was also his first step, was what he promised them, to kill Nakre.

At least... at least let Hades witness the complete liberation of Barbarus with his own eyes.

"We'll be able to kill that idiot Nakre in no time."

[Karas] said in a muffled voice, and [Mortarion] knew that [Karas] thought the same as he did, they needed to let [Hades] see the final victory.

Hades smiled and shook his head.

"Don't worry..."

Hades said thoughtfully. He looked at Mortarion, and his eyes seemed to have seen everything.
"If we can't win... it's normal. Nakre and his army are very strong. There's no need to rush for success. We can even wait a little longer."

A little later?
No, it can't be later, the Primarch is afraid of Hades...

"Don't rush ahead."

Hades stared into Mortarion's eyes and issued a warning once again.

"As long as we can keep our cool, victory will belong to the Death Guard sooner or later. It's only a matter of time. After holding Nakre, we can try to build Barbarus first."

[The battle is going well—Hades, you are a little hesitant.]
Mortarion said subconsciously, and Karas immediately followed the Primarch's rhythm and said sarcastically,

"You should go out and see our army with your own eyes, Hades. You haven't seen how bravely they fight. How can you think they can't win?"

Hades on the bed seemed to shrink for a moment, but then his eyes lit up and stared at Mortarion.
"Well, if you don't practice, you have no right to speak. I really don't have your consolation in this regard - but I have only one request, that is, when we attack Nakre, I want to join the battle."

"You can't defeat Knakre alone... You need an anti-psychic unit to restrain it."

[Mortarion] and [Karas] opened their eyes wide in astonishment at the same time, and they realized that [Hades] was not joking.

(End of this chapter)