Chapter 748 [192] We Who Failed in the Special Issue

Chapter 748 【192.】Special Issue | We failed

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【? Endurance? 】

Smoke and dust rise from the fingers, and the corridors of the Death Guard Glory Queen are always dim and silent, like a silent cemetery at midnight.

There was a rustling sound, and footsteps sounded softly.

Herrera blew out white smoke from her mouth, and the tall and gaunt woman said nothing. She leaned in front of the door of Karas Typhon's lounge, her upper body hidden in the shadows.

【. 】

The tall giant stood quietly next to the woman, but neither of them looked towards each other. There was only quiet silence. If Hades was still there, he might tease them that they were now like door gods.

Herrera once again raised the cigarette with Barbarus tobacco in her hand. Behind the traces of smoke, her complicated expression was still deep.

After taking a deep breath, Herrera turned her head and blew out smoke. She raised the half-smoked cigarette in her hand towards the original body.

"Want a bite?"

It would be extremely disrespectful to be another Primarch, to be another person, but to them, they are the same people who were killed by Barbarus on the battlefield like a cemetery - they are all the same.

【No. 】

The Pale Lord said hoarsely, and he watched coldly as Herrera coughed because of the strong smell of tobacco.

After a while of silence,

[You should smoke less. 】

Mortarion said that the giant took away the cigarette in Herrera's hand. The cigarette was like a toy in Mortarion's hand. His hand barely moved, and the spark went out - the only source of light here. disappear.

[Your lungs are almost completely black. I have delayed the process as much as possible, or do you plan to let Chaos treat you? 】

The primarch spat out sharp words, but he glanced at the tight door of Karas.

[If you let him know about this, he will scold you. 】

Mortarion said, Herrera's slight cough suddenly swelled, and the woman crossed her arms and turned her head, unwilling to look at Mortarion.

"It would be nice to die."

Herrera said, she coughed and steadied her breathing, as if she thought of something, she couldn't help but smile.

"Besides, I hid it very well—didn't I start smoking a long time ago? It's just that he didn't notice it at the time."

Herrera tried to lighten her tone, but the atmosphere in the Death Guard was always solemn, and her move failed.

Herrera thought for a moment. In fact, during the last period of time, his eyes once fell thoughtfully on her slightly yellowed fingers - but he said nothing.

Thinking of this, Herrera took a deep breath again.

She regretted so much - she regretted not catching him in the end. It was him who should survive, not herself. The legion did not need women, and he would do better than anyone else.

Maybe even better than Mortarion, Herrera suddenly laughed in her heart, no, this is for sure.

[You are blaming yourself again. 】

The original body, completely hidden in the darkness, spoke word by word, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

"Aren't you?"

Herrera asked rhetorically. She was one of the few people with whom the Primarch could quarrel - the other was Karas Typhon.

But now, Karas Typhon is beside them. Behind this tightly closed door, they all tacitly leave space for Karas - but they invariably linger in front of his door again after a while.

It's like a league of losers.

Mortarion raised his eyes and looked towards the door again, as if hoping to see through the door and see what happened to Karas after this, but of course he did not use his psychic powers to rush in.

One is to leave Karas with dignity, and the other is that Karas Typhon is also an outstanding psyker. The original body's rash temptation will be discovered by Karas immediately.

[...You go and persuade him. 】

Mortarion said, and Herrera sneered.

"Am I going to be the villain?"

The woman pointed this out without hesitation. Mortarion frowned and stared at Herrera. At some point, a new cigarette appeared in her fingers and fluttered between them.

"You know none of us have the right to make decisions for him."

Herrera said coldly, she took out the pistol from her waist, and after a few soft shots, the end of the cigarette hissed and burned again, and the sparks flickered.

"...Even if Hades comes, he can't make this decision for Karas."

[He will only block our decision this time. 】

Mortarion's tone didn't contain a trace of emotion, but there was an inexplicable sadness in it.

"yes."

Herrera took a deep breath, and the rough and pungent smell rubbed through her nasal cavity, dimming the depression in her heart that would never go away.

"How do you think we got to this point?"

Herrera said, she changed her position and leaned against the door panel, using the fulcrum between her back and the door to support her weight, looking up at the ceiling.

[At least this is our own decision. 】

Mortarion knelt down at the door of Karas. He reached out and pressed his gas mask, and then tiny white smoke floated out from the gap between his cheek and the mask.

"What a failure."

Herrera said that this sentence seemed to give their life, this world, and this destiny a conclusion, that is, failure is everywhere here.

Mortarion obviously agreed with this sentence, so like Karas who was silent in the space behind the door, none of them spoke anymore, only breathing and coughing from time to time.

"Do you really believe the picture Chaos showed you?"

Herrera spoke again, and Mortarion put on his hood. The original man tried hard to pull the brim of his hat, trying to cover his eyes.

[Even if I don’t believe it. 】

The primarch's hoarse voice was like a snake crawling on the ground,

[This empire should also be destroyed - Robert Guilliman will not tolerate such a foolish king. If we attack first, we can at least have a certain advantage. 】

[The Lord of Change has placed a bet between me and Guilliman... There can only be one winner among us. 】

"The ambitious regicide."

Herrera said thoughtfully,

"I remember Hades said at the time that he was very optimistic about the Ultramarines? I didn't expect that the original body of the Ultramarines was in such a state."

Hades doesn't seem like a person who won't let others rest - on the contrary, this guy almost always steals when there is laziness, paddles when there is water, and encourages people around him to rest together.

But even though he said that, he still worked every day, so that he ended up looking like that.

[This is different from what he said. 】

Mortarion pointed this out, holding his hand as if he were holding a cigarette.

[He said it was...a joke. 】

"But he got a lot of things right."

Herrera lazily raised her eyes and glanced at the closed door.

"Including him."

She lowered her voice and sneered,

"I didn't expect...I didn't expect it."

"Do you still remember what Hades did to Karas?"

[He has an inexplicable prejudice against Karas. 】

The primarch said calmly,

[We all know that their essences are mutually exclusive. Don’t mention that again... At least we can still make Karas feel better now. 】

Herrera blinked and shifted her legs to support her weight.

"but……"

Her tone became lowered, and an inexplicable light suddenly shone in her eyes.

"But I think Karas is really going to change his name."

【……】/“……”

【Typhons. ]/"Typhons."

"Are you really willing to let him do this, Mortarion?"

Herrera suddenly asked seriously. She looked at Mortarion seriously,

"Are you really going to push him to Nurgle?"

Silence, a long silence, Mortarion looked down at the deck, wrapped his head with his arms, buried it between his knees, and lowered his head deeply, not facing Herrera's questioning gaze.

【I don’t want to. 】

After a long time, the original body said dullly,

[I don’t want to, I don’t want him to do this. 】

"But we all know what he will choose."

Herrera pointed this out, and her momentum in questioning Mortarion subsided again, and she sighed dully.

"But Karas would ultimately choose to do that - I just can't imagine letting a psychic germaphobe like him go into the garden."

Herrera's lips curved into a wry smile,

"Just let Karas pass. We are really nothing."

After putting aside his prejudices as much as possible, Hades talked emphatically with Karas. During that time, Hades talked in depth with Karas almost every day. Mortarion was very sure what Hades said to Karas.

【I feel pain. 】

Mortarion raised his head again, stood up, and said in an extremely, extremely indifferent voice, as if the voice did not belong to him, but was withdrawn from his body.

"Don't let Angron hear this."

Herrera interjected and joked, the cigarette between her was about to burn out again, the fire made a burning sound on the skin of her fingertips, but the woman did not react at all.

"Otherwise he will be haunting you for at least three months."

Mortarion blinked slowly.

【I hate him. 】

He stated this plainly, and the Primarch seemed to recall some not-so-wonderful past.

Herrera laughed again,

"I understand why he comes to see you so often - a bad guy."

[But I can't kill him. 】

Mortarion said something terrible in his calm voice. At this moment, the Great Crusade was still going on. At least on the surface, the primarchs maintained a basic brotherly respect.

Herrera suddenly seemed to think of something again. She let go of the embers in her hand, and just when she was about to speak, the door was slammed with a huge force! It opened with a bang.

Both of them were startled, and Herrera quickly stepped back. She saw Karas's stinking face, as if he had been dead for seven hundred years.

"You look like you can be burned today. I respect Lord Karas and ask the newcomers to call you Lord."

Herrera sent her greetings, while Karas, who arched his back deeply, rolled his eyes and greeted directly with a bitch in Barbarian language.

Mortarion stood beside them silently, and they greeted each other for a while. Although they were both high-ranking members of the Death Guard, Herrera and Karas disliked each other.

This may be related to the period when Hades and Karas were not fighting each other, because Karas was yin and yang to Hades, and Herrera rushed over and beat Karas.

This is also the reason why Karas’s hairstyle is always bald.

In the end, under the witness of Hades with a helpless smile on his face, Mortarion held one in each hand and separated the two of them.

One quick, animated barbarian slang went on for a moment, and then both fell silent, just staring at each other with hatred.

Mortarion knew it was time to speak for himself.

[…Are you feeling okay, Karas? 】

Herrera sneered, obviously thinking that Mortarion didn't need to ask this question at all. Karas, who had just scolded her, was obviously in good condition.

"Very bad."

Karas said directly, with a bitter and hateful smile on his face,

"I never thought I would betray him in such a stupid way, and I never thought I would choose the cesspool."

These words silenced both Mortarion and Herrera. Mortarion felt pain. It was clear that Karas had chosen the path that Mortarion had forced him to take.

The Primarch opened his mouth and tried to say something again, as a last resort that was better than nothing, but Herrera suddenly spoke,

"Stop trying to persuade me. It's too late."

This sentence made both Mortarion and Karas look at her, but Herrera just turned her head away from them.

"That's what he said - proof that he's accepted it."

Herrera said calmly. This sentence made the atmosphere a little awkward, but Herrera knew that when Karas could curse, it proved that he had made a decision.

"Hehehehe, hehe, idiot."

Karas laughed and cursed Herrera. This sentence successfully made Herrera turn her head away and start a new round of exchanges of insults.

The Primarch stood silently, watching them like a bystander - they were all trying their best to ease the heavy fact in their own way, except for Mortarion.

Only Mortarion couldn't do this. He just suffered it silently-bearing the fact that he pushed Karas into the abyss with his own hands.

"This stupid troll is crying to himself again."

Karas suddenly changed his attack target. He started with a greeting. Thanks to his practice with Hades, Karas learned many subtle and "abstract" curses.

Karas made a classic expression of turning his head and extending his fingers to laugh, and pointed at Mortarion at Herrera, who also snorted.

"You should get used to these stupid Primarchs by now."

[I don’t think I offended you. 】

Mortarion raised his hand and said calmly, if it had been anyone else, half of his body would have been paralyzed in blood, begging the original body for mercy in death.

But this is Callas and Herrera.

"Oh."

Callas laughed again,

"Have you not thought of Barbarus without you, Mortarion?"

Before this sentence had time to actually attack Mortarion, Karas immediately answered the next sentence, as if he was afraid that the original body would react,

Karas held out his hand to Mortarion,

"Give me your hand and take off the gauntlet."

Karas said. Mortarion subconsciously took off his gauntlet and stretched it out. Karas bit his index finger smoothly, and the light of psychic energy lit up. He pressed Mortarion's hand and used his own on it. The spell was written in his blood,

Those are two names.

"Calas Typhon." and "Typhons."

"alright."

Karas said, letting Mortarion's left hand go back, he smiled self-deprecatingly,

"Just use this name,"

He smiled, his face full of wrinkles,

"After all, he helped me start it."

【……you--】

Mortarion was about to say something, but Herrera suddenly coughed loudly,

"Is this okay?"

The woman asked, and then her next words made the eyes of the two people present tremble.

"Then I'll come too,"

Herrera said, as if recalling some good memories, with a gentle smile. Seeing the deathly expression of this terrifying woman, Karas bet 100% that this woman thought of Hades.

"Forward the contract with Slaanesh to me, Mortarion."