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

Chapter 819 [261.] You're eating shit! !

To Caras Typhon it seemed as if the world had turned upside down.

The dull sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor of the Endurance. Such footsteps were so rapid and dull, as if the sound of deliberately hitting the floor. Among the Death Guard who prided themselves on silence, only one person could make such a sound.

Callas Typhon.

Any Death Guard, whether they are new recruits or veterans, whether they are technical sergeants or think tanks, will immediately retreat three steps and then immediately avoid them when they hear these probing footsteps.

They don't even know how to describe this behavior. If Hades were asked to comment, perhaps this authentic ancient Terran would call it the "avoidance principle of the happy."

Except for Mortarion, no one was willing to provoke Karas. This veteran who had lived for more than ten thousand years had obviously lived long enough, and he himself thought so. However, unfortunately, the god of death was unwilling to take his life.

Even if Karas Typhon went to curse the god of death himself, it would not work.

It's a sad enough story.

Karas was so familiar with every corridor on the Endurance that he could pass through it with his eyes closed. He even knew which corridor had dimmer lights. The dim and changing lights cast on his stiff face, which was as stiff as a corpse.

People who are familiar with Callas know this expression, which means Callas is angry.

Karas Typhon was indeed a little angry.

Maybe very angry.

He was just enjoying his rare and short sleep time, but he was still rocked awake by the giant baby Mortarion.

This world deserved to be destroyed. Kharas no longer cared. The galaxy became more and more magical, and he as a human individual had obviously made enough contributions. He had drunk soup in front of Nurgle and cursed gods in front of Slaanesh. He had fought long enough and lived to the point where he was tired of it. His life was bleak, without hope and light. In the future, he only had two choices: cleaning up Mortarion's mess and approving official documents. The newborn cubs either cursed him or feared him.

Vox once tactfully advised Karas that this might not be the fault of the new generation, but that Karas himself was too irritable and sarcastic. Karas would certainly not listen to this advice.

Although he was sometimes jealous and contemptuous of Vox, as someone who had lived with him for ten thousand years, Vox was obviously more easy-going. He was even willing to go back and continue writing his damn diary after reviewing documents all day!
Karas would just get drunk after a day of reviewing documents, or pick a few random people and beat them up, or do both.

Dear Barbarus! He should never have followed the giant baby Mortarion on the pirate ship from Terra.

If he had not followed Mortarion into the Empire, he would have lived a short but fulfilling life, raising a family in Barbarus and living until the day when Barbarus was purified, supported by the policies of the damned Hades.

But the damned Kharas Typhon chose to follow Mortarion into the Empire.

Just like that, Calas Typhon's life was completely ruined.

He obviously no longer cared about the empire and too many other things. Karas had long been in no mood to pay attention to these things. He only believed that there would be more and more bad jobs, and the empire obviously did not disappoint Karas's prediction, and bad jobs kept popping up.

Now, even another fucking self has appeared!
what!what!
Who did this shitty job?!

Karas was speechless, although he was curious and shocked by the fact of "seeing a well-dressed Mortarion", a Mortarion who was willing to wash his hands, face and brush his teeth - Oh my God, is this still Mortarion?

Mortarion only drinks his damn wine, relying on the poisonous wine to kill the bacteria and oral epithelial cells on his mouth and teeth to achieve the cleaning effect.

Mortarion would have been even dirtier, but fortunately, war sometimes causes him to lose a layer of skin, and the new skin that grows back is clean, so Mortarion can continue like this!

And now, a person who didn't wash his face, brush his teeth, change his clothes, wash his hands, and even was too lazy to clean his armor was ordering him around. Karas felt humiliated and angry, but he had no choice but to obey orders.

Whatever happened, he must obey the orders from Mortarion.

This was a promise from Karas himself, not from any authority that bastard Mortarion had.

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

【at the same time】

Mortarion narrowed his eyes and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he suppressed his thoughts and stood firmly in place, indicating that he would not retreat.

The sound of fine scales rustling across the floor was heard, and the Primarch stared at the Daemon of Slaanesh sliding down the shoulder armor of the surrendered rebel and swimming towards him. Mortarion quickly found the similar and familiar face in his mind... Herrera.

"My God, Mortarion, when did you become so wild? It's almost like... Barbarus himself."

Lady Psyche stuck out her snake-like tongue. The left half of her face was so pretty and gentle, with features similar to those of the former Barbarus people, but a certain temperament of her had changed forever. If the First Rebel had not reminded Mortarion before, Mortarion might not have thought of the former Herrera first.

Lady Psyche stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch Mortarion's breastplate, but Mortarion did not give her the opportunity. White mist rose up and almost immediately covered the demon's arm that had crossed the bottom line.

Intense corrosion began quickly, and Psyche had to withdraw her hand with regret, but she still looked at Mortarion with hazy eyes - Mortarion felt like he was about to get goosebumps.

"I never thought you could be so uninhibited, Mortarion."

Psyche said as the snake demon deftly circled Mortarion and then returned to the side of the first rebel.
Even though Lady Psyche spoke so sweetly, her actions still made her position clear. Psyche's snake tail curled around the feet of the Chief Rebel, while the Chief Rebel looked at Mortarion with a half-smile.

Mortarion said nothing, just stared at them in silence.

In his most capable assistant, most loyal comrade-in-arms, one of his best friends——

Before the arrival of Kharas Typhon, Mortarion would not speak easily and give the other side a handle.

He knew very well that the other party just wanted to disgust him.

"You seem to be angry all the time... Mortarion, you should smile more often."

Typhons finally stood up from the quagmire in the shadow of the rebels, with the four fly wings behind him curled up, carrying him slowly forward, looking at Mortarion with a gentle and kind gaze.

Mortarion felt that this look gave him even more goosebumps. If Karas had not cursed him but looked at him like this... this might be a punishment more terrifying than cursing and beating.

Mortarion gave a forced smile and stared straight at the First Rebel.

[What? You called them out to show me how much of a failure you are? You can't even protect your own comrades.]

The eyes of the first rebel suddenly became even gloomier. He wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Psyche who raised and patted his snake's tail.

"Then let us see who you protect, Mortarion... Who is still alive? Is it Herrera, or is it..."

Psyche hissed, as if she wanted to say the name, but she fell silent just before she mentioned it. The rules of the two lines of destiny were not the same, and a different existence had been lurking in this destiny.

Psyche's face turned a little worse, and she seemed to be lost, but the First Rebel took over her words and looked at Mortarion coldly.
[What are you afraid of, my other self...hiding...hiding...are you afraid that we will take Ming away——]
"He's just afraid that you guys are going to eat shit! Eat it and spit it out, but still praise the shit for being delicious!"

Karas shouted and walked out of the dim cabin door. The searchlight on the deck shone on the veteran. At this moment, Karas' figure was so majestic in Mortarion's heart.

Karas walked up to Mortarion, cursing. He then looked at the First Rebel and his group. Then, Karas almost jumped up, cursing.

"Shit?!!" He was referring to another version of himself, Typhoon. This word obviously hit Typhoon hard simply and directly -

In the Garden of Nurgle, everyone thrives, lives in harmony, and helps each other. Monsters like Calas Typhon, who take pleasure in insulting and cursing others, should not exist.

"I am another version of yourself, Karas, and together we can—"

Typhons slowly opened his arms, revealing himself to Callas, and rotten flies and dead butterflies flew around him.

"I'm just kidding! If I looked like this, I'd be the first to shoot myself and then commit suicide by throwing myself into Hades! Oh, by the way, I forgot that your world doesn't have the super shithole Hades. Now you have it, go and commit suicide! Stop polluting the air!"

Mortarion behind Karas hesitated. He didn't want these ghosts to be killed by Hades.

Hades obviously has more conscience than Mortarion and Khalas, and killing beings similar to his old friends for no reason might make Hades hesitate.

Moreover, he didn't want Hades to contact the First Rebel. Compared with Karas and Typhons, whose superiority could be judged at a glance, the situation of the others was obviously not very good.

The word "Hades" was cursed out by the red-hot Karas. At the same time, except for the chief rebel, Lady Psyche and Typhons were both briefly stunned for a moment. Their pupils were empty, as if they saw the chaotic existence on the other side of the void.

But even the First Rebel didn't react. Karas called out Hades so easily and even actively welcomed them to find Hades.
suicide.

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"I see you are really hungry!"

Karas shouted angrily, "Why does he look like this?! Go to hell, okay?! Go to hell, all of them! Including himself!"
"Everything smells good! Is that right?! How can that be right?! What is there to grab from Hades - the Lord of the Underworld?! He is just a pile of sub-space shit! And you all rushed over to grab shit to eat! Why did you, the God of Death, stop them from eating shit?! Wouldn't it be better if they choked to death while eating? I really don't understand!"

"I don't understand! I don't understand! Why do the stronger the psychic power of a person, the more they speak good words to the shit in the warp as if they were drugged?! Don't love it too much! Eat something good! Don't go to the warp to pick up shit to eat!"

Ignoring the shocked Mortarion, Karas rushed directly to the other self and looked Typhons up and down with a fierce look on his face.

...Four wings, different from his original butterfly wings...not as bloated as his original ones...Why did Nurgle treat the other him like this?

Karas turned around and looked into the eyes of his other self, their faces almost touching.

"So rude, so disrespectful—"

Typhons spoke in a steady voice and was about to refute, but then Karas interrupted him directly!
"HADESH!!!!"

Karas shouted loudly! Typhons was startled instantly and swallowed back the words on his lips.

"Ha ha,"

Karas laughed dryly twice, cleared his throat, and spat at Typhons' feet.

"Scream, keep screaming, you have fly wings but don't like to eat shit? Why, I just let you smell the shit and you can't stand it?"

"roll!!!"

Lady Psyche was even faster than the First Rebel. She rushed over like a shadow, and slapped Karas with her tail. Karas took a step back, and bang! The snake's tail fell to the ground, leaving a deep dent on the deck.

The dust cleared, and Psyche stood in front of the stunned Typhons, blocking Callas.

"You only pick on the easy-to-talk-to people in Nurgle's Garden? Another Karas, you are indeed a scumbag - arrogant and rude. I imagine you are not very popular among the Death Guard either?"

"hehe."

The attack power is zero, not even as strong as Hades' "Karas, please bring the plate to me, thank you, Karas".

The First Rebel stared at Karas in silence. He had a bad feeling. He never thought that the other Karas would be like this - this was too hard for them to accept. Ever since Karas became Typhon, he became unusually friendly.

This almost made them forget... the extremely sharp [Karas] on Barbarus.

The harmless attack caused Karas to enter the second stage.

Karas Typhon chuckled twice, then he turned his head and glanced at Mortarion who was almost stunned.

At the same time, Mortarion suddenly felt something was wrong.

"ugly."

? ! ! !
Karas said,

"I know what you're thinking, Mortarion - you called me out for such a small thing? Why don't you wash your face instead of being a mortal and being sad because you look like a shrunken Nurgling? Do you think Hades will dislike you because you don't have another you who is more pleasing to the eye? Haha, yes, he will."

The First Rebel [Mortarion] was almost stunned. He didn’t understand why his other self hadn’t torn the rude Karas to pieces yet.

The reason was the mountain of documents on Mortarion's desk.

Mortarion took a deep breath and looked at Karas quietly. After a long time, he squeezed out a word from his mouth.

【You are kidding...Karas.】

"You knew I was joking, but you still woke me up?! You couldn't just fight with them on your own?! Why did you have to wake me up?!"

Then Karas turned his head sharply and stared at the chief rebel with a smile more terrifying than the devil.

"I think there's nothing more to say. Now I can tell you clearly that Pluto is there. I won't stop you from going to him. On the contrary, I welcome you to eat shit and sincerely wish you to choke to death while eating."

Karas chuckled twice. Not afraid that the ringleader would suddenly jump up and chop him, he walked straight up to the three people who were facing a formidable enemy.

"But it will be you who will really hesitate."

Karas said softly,
"You can't sleep or eat just by calling his name... and how do you expect him to react after seeing him? Do you really want him to see yourself so ugly? You have fallen into the arms of chaos, which is exactly the abyss he has repeated countless times and even risked his life to try to prevent you from stepping into."

"But you betrayed him, let him down, stepped into the abyss and thrived, while the one who belonged to your world was already dead. You were just desperately looking for a replacement, a phantom that could comfort your conscience a little, but when you met, all he saw was your ugly image."

"How can you face him like this?"

Callas looked at Typhons and Lady Psyche meaningfully... As for why he could say this, it was naturally because of his experience.

But Callas had already walked out.

And evolved into the evil foul-mouthed Karas.

(End of this chapter)