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

Chapter 714 162. Karastiphon decided to call for help

This is a serious question.

Sometimes, Karas Typhon would ponder silently, wondering what his motivation for living was.

This could be hatred for aliens, or a yearning for fame, fortune, or perhaps it could be that he couldn't let others walk alone, or even, he meant even, maybe it was just because he didn't want to die.

This could be possible in many ways.

But the only thing he didn't want was to see a greenskin talking about Hades and Mortarion alive.

He was out of breath.

This is more desperate than being swallowed by the Great Unclean One and suffocating in the belly of Nurgle. At least the former is understandable and imaginable - but not now.

Greenskin warlord, High Gothic, Hades, Mortarion... Can you see how these keywords can be connected? ! ! !
Karas roared to the sky in his heart, wishing that the emperor would send down a bolt of lightning to kill him right now - or kill those two first.

He couldn't count how much suffering he had endured, and how much of it was the unprovoked disaster brought upon him by those two idiots back then.

Yes, he obtained supreme power, but he also assumed responsibilities far beyond that. At least Karas believed that the elders in other legions would never encounter this scene and would not have to bear the loss of reputation and responsibility caused by this scene.

He was so stupid, he should have just run away when Deathwatch was recruiting new members that year.

Anyone can be a Death Guard, but let's not choose Karas Typhon.

He couldn't afford it.

When Karas Typhon's consciousness returned from the state of returning, he prayed again that he would faint directly, or that the Emperor would send him a thunderbolt.

But there had been no sign of Mortarion and Hades' return, and he was the one who had to take responsibility.

Karas, your life has been ruined by your bad friends.

Karas believed that no matter which other legion he was transferred to, he would not be as embarrassed as he was now.

At least there won’t be any greenskins calling him the “successor” to his boss.

The scene in front of him became clear again. Karas calmly waved his hand, rejecting the gazes and help from other legions.

In the past, he would definitely condemn and disdain the act of fainting before the battle, which was an act of cowardice and would be despised by other legions, but now, Karas decided to forgive himself.

He's already had a hard enough life.

He stared blankly at the greenskin on the screen. This greenskin warlord was taller than Mortarion was now, and wider than Hades. It even looked quite well-educated, perhaps more educated than some of the primarchs.

Hahaha.

People will laugh when they are extremely speechless.

Karas showed no expression on the surface, but he had actually collapsed in his heart. Look at what kind of alien daddy that idiot who robbed the cafeteria every day raised.

He could allow such a big greenskin to shout "Death to Hades, death to Mortarion", but he could not be respectful and ask for an audience with Hades and other heretical sentences.

This is even more heresy than an exterminated Dark Eldar shouting "For the Imperial Regent, for Guilliman".

Karas felt his eyes go dark again, but he was Karas Typhon, not those two idiots. He forced himself to regain consciousness and face the greenskin.

Karas finally calmed himself down and convinced himself to commit suicide after completing the job, which took him about 1.4 seconds.

The good news is that because the appearance and words of this greenskin were too shocking, the others are still in the stage of being hard controlled.

The bad news is that the greenskin is still giving a speech.

The wind whistles, blood-stained sand rises in the desert, and blows over the corners of the clothes sewn with the muscles of the Great Daemon of Khorne. The dense black stone stitches on it are thick, outlining the achievements of a king, and occasionally flashing the glow of the psychic side.

It just stands there.

Standing in the blood-stained dust.

The war cries and roars of the Khorne warriors could be heard faintly from behind it. It leaped faster and faster like a war drum, and splattered blood from the blood mist behind it to its feet from time to time.

And in front of it, tens of thousands of Space Marines were staring at it, the blue of the raging sea, the green of the quiet swamp, the bright red of the battlefield under the scorching sun, the red light flashing in the tactical eyepiece, the deep muzzle of the gun was full of affection and eager to try -

The greenskin warlord's big front teeth still stood still, neither humble nor arrogant, his expression was normal.

"I hope to talk to the Dark One. Is he still here?"

It said, its mouth opening and closing, its large, exposed front teeth gleaming like platinum.

There was a buzzing in Karas's ears, and he seemed to hear what the damn greenskin would say next -

Karas is not a psychic who is inclined towards prophecy, but at the necessary time point, his potential can be stimulated.

He saw the green skin and said... a little bit of saliva spurted out of his huge stupid green mouth... According to human morality, this is my personal request... I just hope to see the two who raised us and educated us...

Time suddenly became very slow.

Karas's lips trembled, and he watched the greenskin's throat tremble slightly, and it uttered the first syllable of sound. It was about to say that sentence - no - this cannot be possible!!!

"According to human——"

"Fire, fire!!!"

Karas let out a sharp blast like a siren, and slammed the command desk hard. He shouted this to all the Death Guards.

Fortunately, the Death Guard's fighting instincts had already outsmarted their brains before they could react!
Battle cannons, twin heavy bolters, flamethrowers... the fortifications that the Death Guard had arranged in advance near the Holy Cathedral opened fire together. The roar of engines was heard from the rear of the Holy Cathedral, and the first company of Stormbirds had already taken off.

Because they had to cooperate with other legions, the Death Guard temporarily did not use their signature biological weapons. Moreover, amidst the rain of light illuminated by flames and lasers, the light from the Gauss rapid-fire cannon was so inconspicuous.

The words stopped abruptly, and the hail of bullets illuminated the dark sky. Big Fang seemed to sigh faintly and looked towards the iron dome composed of bullets and lasers.

Then, it laughed the brightest laugh and opened its arms to the barrage of comments.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA OH OH OH OH OH!!! Great! Little shrimps! Just let us WAAAGH!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"

A huge WAAAAAAAGH roar!!!

A violent wind suddenly arose! Karas was dumbfounded as he saw that all the physical bullets were overturned by the violent wind brought about by the roar, and all the laser attacks were intercepted by some kind of psychic energy net.

This green-skinned lord's use of psychic energy has reached an unimaginable level!!!

Hades - idiot - what the hell did you raise? ! ! !

Karas received the status of the frontline soldiers. Just this sonic attack mixed with psychic energy caused most of the soldiers to have bleeding in their ears and short-term mental confusion.

Damn it—damn it!
Karas was almost angry to the point of exploding. He immediately determined the situation. The strong psychic field of Baal now was definitely not conducive to the Hades Cult's practice of suppressing spirits.

The Cult of the Underworld has not been able to contact Hades' black domain. In this situation, they must use psychic power!
Only psychic power can defeat psychic power! Let the stupid Hades go with the wind!
"You guys come to defend and provide fire support to the front line."

Karas said to the other two who were silent that the main force of the Holy Cathedral was the Death Guard and the Ultramarines.

Karas cannot allow such a bomb to happen while fighting against the Ultramarines. A few casual words from that greenskin will determine whether Karas will have the face to face other legions in the future!
"I'll go hold him back."

Blood flowed out from between Karas' clenched teeth. No matter how powerful the fortifications were, they became pale and powerless in the face of such a psychic creation that was almost superior to the Primarch.

If no troops take the initiative to attack, this greenskin alone will be able to tear an unclosable gap in the fortifications here!

Now they have to face not only the greenskins, but also Khorne! Karas believes that once the greenskins tear open a gap, the Khorne troops led by Alpha will come immediately.

This loophole must not be opened!

While the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman benefits. Karas has cursed these idiots countless times in his heart. He knows what Alpha is planning, but in this situation, he, Karas, has to go!

If the Death Guard didn't break that greenskin, the backbone of the Death Guard would be completely broken!

Hades, oh Hades, Mortarion, oh Mortarion! He, Kharas, will die in front of them today! He can’t stand it anymore!!!

The knights deployed nearby were mobilized immediately, but the Titans were too large to be defeated. However, facing such creatures, the knights were much more clumsy.

In short, its attacks are hard to hit.

not to mention……

There is never only one greenskin.

As if reflecting Karas's thoughts, the greenskin pointed to the sky, and its battle robe fluttered in the wind. For a moment, the waaaagh force field around it immediately became extremely dense!

At the same time, a piercing whistle exploded above their heads, and a huge meteor shower cut through the bloody claws of Khorne. Bang! Bang! Bang! Happy underworld boys! WAAAAGH!!!

All around the green-skinned warlord's big front teeth, countless tall, strong, powerful, and extremely powerful guys showed a corner!
Damn teleportation!!!
Karas was furious and teleported right in front of him?!

"You greenskin are also pretending in front of your grandpa Karas today!"

Karas roared, leaped out of the fortress, clenched his hands into claws, and dazzling psychic lightning immediately flashed between his palms!

In an instant, the space twisted strangely, as if it was misplaced. Big Front Tooth was stunned. The tall and strong guy beside it suddenly let out a slight cry, and then blood and flesh exploded as if being minced, splashing on Big Front Tooth's steel boots.

interesting!
Dasfang was shocked that someone could forcibly interfere with them with its waagh stance and Magboy's psychic power combined!

This is really... This is really... As expected of Pluto!!!

It has been fighting for many years with its big front teeth, and only the army under Pluto would give it such a surprise and passionate teeth!!!

The big front tooth laughed up to the sky, and it felt that it could not bear it any longer.
After years of forbearance and hard searching, I have not even met that person yet, but I already feel so WAAAAGH!!!

Just as it laughed, the psychic field around Big Fang shook violently again, and strong and tall men appeared. The artillery fire of the Human Empire passed over their heads like fireworks. Some of their landing capsules completely exploded in the air, while others slammed to the ground, making a hearty WAAAAGH sound!

"We have to land too!!"

Above the atmosphere, the space flashed, and then a small battle moon immediately appeared. It looked like a randomly assembled battle moon looking at Baal, and suddenly vomited a pool of metal and gunpowder at Baal like taking out garbage.

"boom!!!!!"

Above the crust of Baal, everyone felt a sense of being suspended in the air, and then fell to the ground with a thud. At this moment, even though the layers of blood mist blocked their view, people could still see the huge object that suddenly appeared.

Super super super gigantic black boss plusts+++ type Gundam!

Let it serve as the fire support platform for the Underworld Clan this time!

This is the ultimate firepower coverage that the Underworld Clan pursues!!! This is the romance that belongs only to them, the Underworld!!!

Black boss! This is the miracle created by the greenskins who follow your path! ! !
WAAAAAAAAAGH!!!

Karas' eyelids twitched suddenly, and he forced himself to swallow back the blood in his throat. His eyes were fixed on the greenskin "hive" on the skyline, and he realized that it was over.

This kid Hades didn't leave him any chance to survive.

Karas wanted to lie down peacefully now and die directly. His last words would be -

"Hades is an idiot, Mortarion is an idiot, everyone is an idiot, this world is a huge idiot, I suggest it fuck itself to death immediately."

But something still held Karas tightly, allowing him to maintain his mind and consciousness in the face of an almost impossible situation. He stood in front of the winding and steep uphill path, determined never to retreat.

His mission is to protect the Holy Cathedral and delay the return of Hades and Mortarion - probably only they can resolve this situation.

Karas smiled bitterly, in the end... he still didn't have the ability.

But in front of this grand and magnificent scene, being able to hold on is already remarkable.

Karas let him go and cursed Hades again. He had dug up the graves of Hades' ancestors for eighteen generations and cursed them all.

The others on Baal were directly abandoned by Karas. Karas knew what he had to do... At this moment, just because the greenskin seemed to be able to communicate... he had no choice but to do this.

"Why are you looking for him?!"

Karas roared that the Death Guard's shielding radio waves had already blocked the sight of other legions, and they only needed to bomb according to the coordinates provided by the Death Guard.

"Because he taught us, along with that wise man - Crackling Shrimp, is that all you're going to say?!"

Front Teeth laughed, and Karas growled.
"I, Karas Typhon, am Hades' comrade-in-arms since childhood! Let me tell you! If you want to see him, let's have a fight! I will only let him out if you defeat me!"

"What? You want to challenge me in a one-on-one duel?!"

Big Dashy said that Karas was not even as tall as his waist. He raised his eyebrows. Although he admired this psychic little ruthless guy, Karas was not qualified to fight with him.

It doesn't want to kill him directly. Karas should duel with Mag Boy, which will help Mag Boy improve a lot.

"Two people are enough."

Karas lowered his voice. He knew who to call, only that person - although he was reluctant to admit it, he could.

"You two little shrimps want to fight with me?! Hahahaha! You have the courage! You can do it!!!"

"Who's the other little shrimp?!"

Karas took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as he turned on the channel.

He's gambling.

Bet that idiot Hades did more than just one stupid thing.

The Greenskins are now in a strong position... but they are not the only ones strengthening the Greenskins...

Above Baal, there is another person who has been strengthened!!!

"Blake Butcher, come here, boy!!!"

The big front teeth suddenly opened their eyes wide,

"The Black Butcher is still alive?!"

"Waa... for Hades."

Amidst the blood mist and pile of corpses, the figure in the black helmet slowly stepped out, the blood axe clanging.

A smile appeared on Karas's lips.

He made the right bet. Hades, that idiot, really raised his own offspring as greenskins.

(End of this chapter)