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

Chapter 802 [244.] [Motarion]

Something was coming and stopping in front of me. Amid the thick poisonous gas at night, I recognized it was a strange, ugly team. Most of the creatures that made up that convoy were things stitched together from corpses. On them, I smelled the scent of psychic energy.

Then, right in front of me, as I was struggling to catch my breath, the convoy stopped.

I suppressed my instinct to cough, opened my eyes amid the blinding poisonous gas, and saw the two men leading the convoy.

Compared to the other creatures in the caravan, they fit my definition of human more closely...

They were both wearing gas masks made of fine tanned leather, and the taller, older-looking one was wearing a half mask, and I could see the deep wrinkles and furrows between his brows on the upper half of his face - he always looked stern.

The other, younger, thinner guy was wearing a full-face mask, and all I could see was his short white hair that stuck up like weeds on the roadside. But from his body language, I had a feeling this guy was more comfortable than his companion.

And when they saw me, they all stopped at the same time.

They started arguing, and the white-haired boy seemed to be trying hard to persuade his companions, but the hissing and hoarse language in their mouths was difficult to understand, so in the first minute, I couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

"Oh my god, how did he get so big?"

"I thought you were dreaming before...Hades, what kind of monster is this?"

"Mortarion - I told you, Mortarion! The man who should have been in Knakre's Keep - we could have escaped that day with him!"

Without Mortarion that damn day, the villagers would have been unable to escape by just fleeing. In the end, when Nakre arrived, it was Hades who suddenly pulled Karas back to the slave-hunting team's warehouse, and then the two of them pretended to faint and escaped death.

【Karas】let out a strange laugh.

"I still suspect you're suffering from hysteria - stop talking nonsense, Hades, just in time to capture him back... Nakre won't force you to hunt villagers next month."

In fact, the occasions where Hades is brought are mostly when there is a need to subjugate psychic species. When fighting against other physical enemies, Hades does not have any advantage. However, out of the desire to torture, Nakre will still send Hades out from time to time.

Without exception, every time Hades entered the village, his mission failed.

[Hades] should be thankful that his physique is good enough that Nakre cannot find a replacement. If [Karas] was like [Hades], he would have been turned into a puppet long ago.

But Hades also knew clearly that Nakre didn't touch him much now because he was still young, just like waiting for a seedling to bear fruit. As long as Hades grew into adulthood, Nakre would definitely use Hades as raw material for puppet transformation.

Nakre is not stupid enough to use a child's body for transformation. The raw material is too fragile and does not meet the standards of an alien.

Even so, there is still punishment, and it is a collective responsibility system.

Several times, Karas saw Hades being kicked off the cliff by Nakre. Nakre threatened Hades that if he did not come back within a day and a night, he would torture Karas to death and make him into a puppet.

This is why [Karas] sometimes hates [Hades] so much——

Because Hades never gave in on this matter, Karas thought he was going to be tortured to death several times.

But every time, every time [Karas] would see [Hades] crawling up at the last moment like an indestructible cockroach, and Nakre had to return in disappointment after whipping [Karas] a few times.

It is impossible to say that he was not touched. Hades clearly had the opportunity to run away on his own, or simply die due to the decline of his willpower in the process, but he climbed up every time in order not to implicate Karas.

But [Karas] still hates, or is jealous, because [Hades] would rather do this than give up his bottom line——

But [Karas] had let it go long ago.

His first battle was to burn down the village from which he and his mother had been driven out.

[Karas] hated [Hades], but he couldn't really swing his sword at [Hades]. Perhaps the only thing that comforted him was that [Hades] looked like a hysterical patient and often talked nonsense. This might be the only way he could compare to [Hades].

"Can't catch!"

Hades suddenly stepped forward and grasped Karas's shoulders, lowering his voice.
"Don't you want to escape? This is your chance."

"Are you crazy?"

"That guy is not an ordinary person..."

[Hades] gritted his teeth. He could not stand being abused by Nakre. This was more torturous than the black-hearted brick factory in Myanmar. He was still alive purely because of his and [Karas]'s extraordinary high emotional intelligence, ability to flatter, ability to move bricks and the invincible mantis spirit.

If we can't run away now, we can't take Mortarion with us. By then, all three of them will be under Nakre's control...

This life is over.

Hades turned his head and glanced at Mortarion again. He saw a super young Primarch who was almost one meter tall and two meters tall.

He was not quite sure why he saw Mortarion only now.

According to the plot he knew... [Mortarion] should have appeared in the ancient castle on the hillside two years ago, not now.

Is this the Mortarion he knew? If not, his judgment is no longer correct, and -

Even so, Mortarion is not someone who is easy to communicate with.

"Give me some time and I'll see if we can communicate - Karas, just trust me this time!"

"I believe you? Haha."

Having said that, [Karas] folded his arms and took a half step back.

Seeing that Karas had expressed his position, Hades turned around quickly and walked towards me cautiously. He did not hold his weapon, but let Karas keep his scythe.

I was still struggling to breathe because of the poison gas.

Later I learned that I had fallen on the second highest mountainside in Babarus, where the concentration of poisonous gas was much higher than on the ground.

This is also why Karas thought he could capture me. No creature can move freely in such a concentration of poisonous gas without any protection.

[Hades] held one hand in front of him in a defensive manner, and with the other hand he picked up the spare gas mask on his waist. He approached me with great vigilance.

It was not until he approached that I noticed that his physique was somewhat similar to that of the silent nuns in the palace. Was he a soulless person? But he was a little different from what I had seen before.

"Mortarion?"

He says,

"Hello? Are you Mortarion? Are you alright?"

Mortarion.

I thought, is that the white-haired boy calling me by this word? He called out this word so naturally, as if he had known me for a long time and firmly believed that my name was this.

Surprisingly, I didn't mind the word Babarus.

Compared to the real name given to me by my tyrant father, compared to Number Fourteen, compared to "Hey!", "You", I don't object to it.

It's as if this is my name.

[Yes, I am Mortarion - who are you?]
[Mortarion] stuttered in Barbarus. Unfortunately, he did not carry any weapon and now had nothing in his hands.

"Hades, my name is Hades, I have never seen you before, where are you from?"

This made Mortarion hesitate for a moment, and then he thought that the man in front of him could not pose any threat to the Emperor and Terra - in fact, it was a good thing if he did.

[Terra Palace,]
Mortarion said,
[Malcador was giving us a lesson at that time...but...]
Mortarion frowned, his head exploding with pain.

[What happened next—psychic energy exploded, and then I was hit here by the psychic turbulence.]
The white-haired boy looked shocked.

Even though he was wearing a thick gas mask, Mortarion could see his shock from his sudden freezing body language.

Holy crap, what the hell is this from? Terra Palace, Malcador?! No, man?!
Hades was already dumbfounded. He was even more hesitant about whether the Mortarion in front of him was the one he knew...

Countless comments flashed through Hades' mind like a mudslide, and finally Hades thought that no matter what, Mortarion was still a Primarch.

As long as he is a Primarch, even if he is at the weakest level of Primarch strength, it is enough to completely resist the army of Nakre in the low concentration of poison gas in the Barbarus Plain.

"This is Barbarus."

Hades said in a hoarse voice,

"Then what are you going to do next?"

[Mortarion] shook his head. In fact, he had no other thoughts except breathing a breath of fresh air.

His previous idea was to overthrow the Emperor, but now that the Emperor was far away from him, Mortarion was free, so he decisively put the unpleasant memories behind him.

"Uh... that... that..."

Hades was confused now, he realized a serious problem, that is, if this Mortarion had not been abused by Nakre, how could he resist the aliens?

[Hades] felt [Karas] becoming more and more impatient behind him. Time was running out. The slave-hunting team was controlled by [Karas]'s psychic power. If they waited too long, Nakre would notice it.

[What are you going to do, Hades—what are you doing?]
Mortarion felt that he had begun to adapt to the poison gas, even though he still felt tingling and weak all over. He looked at Hades, and the Primarch's instinct told him that the man in front of him seemed to be in distress.

“Oppressed.”

Hades carefully glanced at Karas's position and lowered his voice so that only he and Mortarion could hear it.

"Mortarion... As you can see, because we can't defeat the enemy, Karas and I are now forced to work for a psychic alien lord, Nakre. The alien lord exploits every human being, abusing, playing with, and killing them."

This sounded very much like the Emperor's behavior, and Mortarion felt his spirits lifted.

[So what are you going to do?]
"I had planned to live a miserable life under oppression... but... Mortarion... I feel like you have the ability to lead us in a rebellion against him?"

[Hades] felt that the whole world was over, and his own tone was like he was fooling a child, but he was the only one who knew that the original body in front of him could explode and become a super giant of three or four meters in a week - and he could even do it just by eating soil.

He felt that no matter what, even Perturabo who killed with eleven strokes, or Angron who went crazy from time to time, would at least be better than Nakre.

This world only has a cesspool, and another not-so-dirty cesspool for Hades to swim in.

He just hoped he could get ashore before he was full.

[Resistance…]
Mortarion said that this word had appeared in the Emperor's mouth countless times, but now, Mortarion felt that his soul was shining with it.

Because he saw the human beings who were truly being oppressed.

[Mortarion] wanted to agree directly, but he shrank back for a moment, as he thought of the imperial guard who died under his sword.

[I want to help you, but I am not strong enough... You will die in front of me.]
Stable.

[Hades] thought so.

As long as the Primarch had this heart, he was already very touched - this was simply a stone in a dung pit, not a real pile.

"No, no, no, I believe you are definitely stronger than you think."

What's more, he is a high-quality Primarch raised by the Emperor. He should be able to attack the guys on Barbarus in a dimensional way under low-poison gas conditions, right? !
[Hades] walked over cautiously and handed the gas mask to [Mortarion].

He heard Karas's disapproving scolding behind him, but Hades had already made his own decision, just like two years ago when he did not choose to die a lucky death, but instead returned to the slave-hunting team's warehouse and pretended to be unconscious.

He had long been unable to bear it, but he had been suffering from the lack of an opportunity.

The scar from being whipped by Nakre when he was hung up was aching slightly, along with a half-rusted slave nail that pierced his collarbone. His stomach was permanently ulcerated by the toxins. Hades would sometimes limp, because his left calf, which was shattered after being kicked off the cliff, had not really healed. Nakre would occasionally make Hades half-kneel on the bricks.

The same is true for [Karas], or because he is not that scarce, he is worse off than [Hades]. His arms are covered with scars from the forced psychic infusion and forced growth by the alien lord. [Karas] has broken his ribs at least twice, and was threatened by Nakre to mate with female aliens. There was also another time when the furious Nakre almost cut off [Karas] and turned him into a psychic puppet. It was [Hades]'s witty remarks and amazing flattery that saved [Karas'] life. It was also because of this that [Karas] never really hated [Hades] when he was implicated since then.

"Mortarion... take us... and run."

Hades felt his voice trembling slightly, and Karas finally realized that something was wrong. The footsteps of someone coming to check were heard behind Hades. Hades saw Mortarion taking the gas mask that was totally inappropriate for the size, pressing it to his face and breathing.

[Hades] had actually thought about escaping countless times, but he couldn't ensure that he wouldn't be hunted down by Nakre on the plains. It was too difficult for him and Karas to escape alone, and the village would definitely not take them in in the early stages.

But [Mortarion] was able to fight against Nakre's army on the plains.

"Resist... resist... all we need is a strong fighter... Mortarion, if you don't forsake me, I will take you as my sworn brother."

Hades said tremblingly, and then he quickly walked in front of Mortarion.

"Come on, Taijun, I'll lead the way. I know a shortcut down the mountain to the plains."

Hades' tone became firm.

"Hey?! No?! Hades what are you doing?!"

[Karas] shouted in astonishment, but he saw [Hades] turned back firmly,
"Karas Typhon... we only have one chance. If we can't catch him, we won't be able to see the sun the next day. We have ten minutes to go down the mountain. Will you come?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're telling me that just because of a dream you had, you're going to run off with someone you haven't even met for five minutes?!"

"Then your answer is no, Karas."

[Hades] sighed, and he began to walk down the mountain, while [Mortarion] followed him silently.

"I guess we'll see each other - good luck, Karas."

Then Hades started running as fast as he could—he didn't want to stop for even a moment!
"Wait—what the f—?!"

Karas's curses echoed far behind Hades, and the poisonous fog seemed to be shaken by Karas's hysterical and collapsed shouts.

"Don't you know that Nakre has a collective responsibility system - if you run away, I will die too?!"

I know.

[Hades] looked determined.

This is why he chose to run away directly. It would be impossible to reason with someone like Karas in his lifetime.

But he knew how to get Karas to act.

Sure enough, seven minutes later, Karas, who was almost free falling from above, caught up with them. With a psychic buffer, it seemed that Karas' waist was about to break.

"His name is Kharas Typhon! Mortarion!"

Hades shouted to the Primarch who was strolling behind him,
"Free matching successful! Confirm that everything has been clicked! From now on, the three of us will team up first!"

"Hades, what the hell?!"

"Don't bark! Karas! Trust me!"

[......]
[Hello, Karas Typhon, my name is Mortarion.]
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh! They're all crazy! Your mother!!!"

Surprisingly, Mortarion felt more at home following the two quarreling men through the thorns and poisonous gas than he had ever felt in the palace's gold heaps.

A new round of suffering is slowly unfolding before his eyes, but unlike before, he will experience a time of growth where pain and harvest coexist.

Until Hades died.

(End of this chapter)