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

Chapter 6 Extra Story 1. The first half of Mortarion's life, who was disliked

Mortarion stood outside the house, scimitar in hand, looking at the distant mountains covered by poisonous mist.

On the highest mountain, amidst the thickest poisonous mist, stood the castle of his adoptive father Nacre.

That bastard...his father...Mortarion swore countless times that he would die or I would die.

Mortarion deeply feared his adoptive father, deeply loathed his adoptive father.

As long as he can remember, abuse and abuse have been a daily occurrence. He was forced to complete impossible tasks, and then was rescued by his adoptive father with spiritual power when he was dying.

When he was young, Mortarion was once asked to scale cliffs in acid rain.

Or wrestle with dozens of rock-corroding dogs before they can stand.

Or be thrown into a poisonous swamp to be bitten by witchcraft carrion rotting and diseased.

No doubt, he was too weak, and he failed them all.

"Useless things."

"I can only howl in the mud, and then let me save it."

"How many more times do I have to save you bastard?"

His father said so.

"Another failure, and I'll break your neck."

Yet Mortarion never succeeded.

"You're a failed weapon, a freak, and you're different from all the creatures here."

"You are the failure of my wizard experiment, I should have destroyed you right then and there."

"Forget it, it's a failed thing, your role is to use it to fight other lords."

"Grateful for my kindness, my good-for-nothing son."

He's going to kill him.

Mortarion was going to kill his father.

He swore countless times that he was going to kill him.

When his whole body was broken, his lungs were ripped out, and he was trembling and struggling in the swamp, he swore; when his skin was corroded by acid rain and his chest was pierced, he swore; While struggling on the cliff, he swore.

He swears, he swears, he swears, he's going to kill him.

Mortarion's world was simple, grow stronger, grow stronger, grow stronger, until he could stand on top of the most poisonous mountain in Barbarus, until he could take his adoptive father's head from his body up and down.

He has nothing to think about, nothing to desire but to kill his father.

His world is made up of fights, cages, anger, and fear.

In his countless fantasies, there are always only two endings for him, either he is weak enough to die in a fight, or he is strong enough to kill his adoptive father.

Other than that, he has no time to think about anything else.

— until those two strange bottom layers appeared.

Yes, his adoptive father kept him from those bottom humans, the "bottom," a living crop.

Before this, Mortarion had never come into contact with humans.

He doesn't know what "similar" is.

But when that strange little boy looked directly at Mortarion through the poisonous fog, Mortarion's world was instantly turned upside down.

He is human.

Mortarion is a human.

Hades and Typhon shattered Mortarion's little world, and they showed him a different world, one full of its own kind.

Even if the world is not perfect, it is fragile, crude, and rough.

People are deeply imprisoned in fear, and they are raised as livestock by the lords on the mountains. They are toys and consumables.

In them, Mortarion saw a weaker version of himself.

The one struggling with fear and anxiety.

But when he met his kind, he was no longer weak.

He is Mortarion, he is a human being, and he wants to lead the human rebellion,

Fight against all this oppression and injustice.

They will kill all oppressors.

Even if you sacrifice, you will not hesitate.

　If I choose a word to describe Mortarion seriously, then I would choose "resistance". Mortarion is a rebel, and this is destined to cause him to be forever at odds with his "father" who symbolizes "power and rule".

　　Unless he becomes that ruler himself, he will never submit.

　　But to be honest, as a "father", Lao Mo is quite kind. He treats the Death Guard very well, excluding Typhon, a "big filial son". He and other Barbarus-born Death Guards are true fathers and sons filial piety.

　　(Wouldn't this be one of the reasons why he was favored by his loving father...)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)