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

Chapter 84. 78. Holding a weapon and walking towards death

"Pain is an illusion of the senses, fear an illusion of the heart, and besides, only death awaits all like a silent judge." - Mortarion.

In the dark corridor, silence is walking.

It shuttles, it lowers its eyes, it looks at each soul, it brushes over each sculpture.

No one speaks, no one speaks, no one moves.

The heavy armor hit the ground, like a fallen soul, begging for the hand of the superior.

Desperation, panic, pleas, cries, but nothing worked.

They cannot raise their arms, they cannot raise their howls at the enemy, the absurd future has come, what else can they do but decay, save bow their heads?

The lingering poisonous fog enveloped the people of Barbarus, and the lord on the mountain top played with all the slaves.

The eternal and endless plague ravages the people of Barbarus, and the supreme and loving father loves all toys.

He walked down from the high mountain covered in poisonous fog, full of anger and nothing.

He departed from the pile of plague-ridden corpses, devoured by terror, alone.

"stand up!"

He held up a banner calling for rebellion.

"I'm tired."

He let go of hope that he was struggling to support.

With the Babarusians, he overthrew all injustice and injustice!
He took the Barbarus, and fell into the arms of chaos and love.

Father, father, father, if even you submit, where shall we go?

And who will take in us scrawny farmers?
We're muddy, we're filthy.

Who will really leave our place in my heart?

We are afraid and cowardly, and we are willing to be slaves.

Please don't abandon us, please don't abandon us!
Father, if you insist on depravity, please take us with you
Please take us with you. This is the last thing we can do for you.

They looked up and their father was watching them.

The deep corridor stretches infinitely far away, devouring everything and gradually hiding in the darkness.

"My son, (My son)"

The tall figure of the Primarch stood here, the hood covering his eyes was taken off, he looked at everyone, tired, but still stood.

Mortarion took a deep breath, and when the respirator beeped seven times, he reached up, bowed his head, and took off his disguise.

Dry cracks crawled around the corners of Mortarion's mouth as he breathed in return.

he opened his mouth,
"I used to have nothing,"

We used to have nothing,
"There is nothing, I am empty-handed, looking at the world with fear and expectation."

We also looked forward to this world,
"In the beginning, the world of Barbarus was not good."

In the beginning Barbarus was our prison,

"But I met you."

But we met Ni,
"The child who looked at me curiously, the old woman who closed her eyes and dodged me, the same kind who extended a helping hand to me, and the warrior who followed me closely."

The pale king who descended from the high mountain, his eyes were full of angry flames,

"We have never surrendered, but until we can change that, we can only suffer in silence the pain that is inflicted on us."

Mortarion looked to his heir, and he lowered his eyes, looking down from a height,

"The outside world is not beautiful, and we are not beautiful, we are dirty, and we are busy all day long."

"But the fire of resistance is still buried in everyone's heart."

"I'm glad you guys gave me such a gift, a heart to rebel."

We can give you nothing but a crown of weeds and brambles.

"Meeting you also let me know that I was born for human beings."

"I was born to resist."

He paused, and the tall body of the Primarch half-kneeled down, looking at his kneeling heir seriously, like a father carefully comforting the child.

The Death Guard at the forefront was the child of Diderot, Calwin, whom Mortarion remembered standing at his brother's grave, silently holding the scythe in his hand.

These people who swore to follow him, these people who had nothing but still gave Mortarion his last morsel, how could this not move him.

They surrender themselves to him.

He will give them his mercy.

You won't fall into the long night, I swear.

Even if the final outcome is a raging fire.

Mortarion blinked slowly,
"We've all seen it, seen the rot that bears the name of the future."

"The plague, the endless cycle of reincarnation afflicts each of us."

"You saw me kneeling, I surrendered."

Mortarion sighed softly and said hoarsely,

"Yes, in that dark future, I kneel."

"I have broken our original oath, and I have failed your trust in me."

The Primarch's words were like a weak breeze, blowing past everyone's ears, but shaking the body of the toughest warrior.

"In this regard, I will not argue."

"But please give me a chance to ask,"

They knelt, they stood, they accepted silently.

Mortarion stared at them with bright amber eyes,

"If I betray, if I surrender, each of you is responsible for killing me."

[If I am also corrupted, please kill me. ]
"Give me the mercy of death."

!!!

Suffocation, complete suffocation, even the rustle of breathing has stagnated.

Hades stood behind Mortarion, eyes constricted, looking at the half-kneeling Primarch in disbelief.

Mortarion raised his head, staring at the end of the corridor, the veterans who stood silently, stunned by the shock.

Defend, rage, resist, these were the roars they uttered through their souls when Mortarion fell into illusion.

Although they are not like the Babarus people who swear to follow, they also have a more lonely tenacity.

"Please protect the purity of the Legion."

Mortarion stared at the still standing warriors, uttering the words slowly.

Then, the Primarch stood up.

"Stand up, my warriors."

"Only by standing up can we hold our scythes."

"Only by standing up can we control our destiny."

The clashing of clanging metals was endless, like a surging ocean, rushing in the long and narrow corridor.

Now, they are all standing.

Mortarion looked at his son with satisfaction, and the withered body stood before his silent son.

Death sighed,
"My sons, I cannot give you glory."

"I can't deceive you with vain glory. I know very well that those golden medals can't bring you anything."

"I know very well that you are going to be trapped in the dirty and muddy battlefield. Compared with the glorious battles described by those historians, what you are going to face is an endless war. You have to fight against cunning aliens. You have to fight against Greedy humans fight, you fight mad wizards."

"You may sink into the mud in embarrassment, you may lie helpless on the corpses of your comrades-in-arms, you may struggle to climb out of the corpses."

"There is no glory in a muddy and dirty battlefield."

"I cannot give you glory."

"But I promise you death."

"Everyone dies on the battlefield, including me."

"This is our fate, I will not deceive you with a bright future of nothingness."

"We will persevere through all that we pass before we meet our doomed death."

"We will struggle to die in misery."

"We are the Death Guard, and we acknowledge death."

"But every struggle we make will leave humanity a land free from oppression."

"so,"

"Please fight for humanity, please fight for liberation."

"My son."

It is a command, it is a sigh, it is also a blessing.

No one speaks, no one looks up, they are silent soldiers, a team moving silently in the fog.

Like a ripple, slowly spreading, the death guards began to leave spontaneously.

The figures that they galloped before seemed to be still in this corridor, they patted their former selves, and left silently.

Nothing but footsteps and metal.

Soon, the corridor became quiet.

Barathin led the rest of the captains, and the Chief Librarian, the Forge Master, to Mortarion.

Mortarion and Hades stood where they were, looking at them.

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