Chapter 771 214 Losers Alliance (?)

Chapter 771 214. Losers Alliance (?)

The defeated Karas Typhon raised his eyebrows slightly and watched as one end of the crumpled banner on the wall fell off.

In the small and dark corner of the village at the foot of the palace that no Primarch or Hades would discover, dissatisfaction and resentment gathered here, and finally turned into drunken moans.

Karas's eyes were still fixed on the banner that had faded to the point where he didn't know what color it was. Sevita insisted on hanging a stupid thing in this small bar. It had crudely written in blood,

"WORK OR DIE."

There are several small holes at the bottom of the banner, and I don’t know who spit in them.

"You went anyway."

A dark voice sounded, as distorted as his master's. Karas sneered and swaggered into the small bar they had occupied.

"At least I have the courage to face it."

The sneer expression on Karas's face never faded. He walked straight across the ground to Blood Angel Dante, who was holding a wine bottle with a sad expression on his face. Under the dim light bulb, Sevatar stared behind the bar with a half-smile. Looking at Karas, it was he who gave the welcome message just now.

"The same thing? Or something else?"

Welcome to the Legion Master's Club, a.k.a. the idiot Primarch and their tired second-in-command, where Barbarus' poisoned wine is available all year round (you'll die if you drink it, but it doesn't matter, Karas will summon Mortarion to resurrect you), Baal Blood wine (huge heartburn), Prospero cordial (like Prospero, it does not exist in this bar), Macragge wine (the most normal one, the bar uses it instead of water).

And the mysterious special offering, black wine (???).

Karas just sat casually in his old seat, watching expressionlessly as Sevita threw him a flat iron wine bottle. The inner wall of the bottle made a corroding hissing sound due to the wine inside.

"Mortarion has not returned."

Karas said to himself, skillfully opened the wine bottle, took a sip, and felt nothing. He was already resistant to this stuff.

"Expected."

Saiveta said, and also took out a bottle of the special flavor of the Dark Eldar for himself.

"He's not as hardworking as you."

The corner of Karas's mouth twitched for a moment, but the attack power of this sentence was too low, and Karas was automatically immune.

"But that idiot came back - so I walked to his lounge door, smashed his door, waited for seven seconds, then watched him open the door, held back vomiting, and said to him, idiot, are you a fan of special gameplay? Still return?"

Karas felt that he was a fool for doing this on purpose, but it didn't matter. He was already impatient enough. He shook the bottle in his hand, and the venom clanked.

"Both he and I were abandoned by Mortarion,"

Karas said, be happy, the only one who didn't go up the mountain this time was Mortarion, that lazy guy,

"CTMD."

Savita stared at Karas as if he were an idiot, and the meaning was very clear, that is, he thought Karas was an idiot.

"Not as good as Macragge."

Saiveta said, this sentence has become a weapon for him to attack others, but the next moment, a somewhat attacked muttering sounded at the door.

"Please, guys, we don't want this either."

A low voice echoed, Ultramarine Karga's usual voice was even lower - haha, because that idiot had finished the surgery.

Can serve the Empire "better".

Karas was silent. He and Sevita looked at the door in amusement. After the upgrade, Calga, who had become larger, obviously had to squeeze to get in.

Bang, bang, the Ultramarine accidentally touched the door frame. A small bat-like metal decoration fell off the originally roughly decorated door frame. The small blue wind chime that Calgar hung up also fell off.

"Sorry, sorry."

Calgar grunted twice, then squeezed in. As soon as he put himself into the bar, Sevita threw two bottles of Baal blood wine at Calgar.

Calga sighed deeply, and he deftly caught the fragile bottles with one hand, and then pulled up Dante, who was half lying on the ground, with the other hand under the amused eyes of Karas and Savita.

The Blood Angel obviously arrived earlier than all of them, and mixed the blood wine with the highest concentration of Barbarus poison wine, and performed a hypnotic treatment on himself. The effect was very good, and he was now unconscious.

It was Calgar who was afraid that Dante, who was talking to himself, suddenly stood up and gave him a bite. The fangs of the Blood Angel were bared outside at the moment, and moved slightly as Dante muttered while reciting the Bible.

Calga thoughtfully dragged Dante to the tattered sofa in the middle of the bar. The people who knew this secret bar were all rich or wealthy, but the decoration here, together with the sofa, looked like they had just been dragged from a garbage dump. It comes out the same.

And none of them cared about that.

The dark yellow sofa had been corroded by Space Marine saliva and poisonous wine. Calgar placed Dante in an area that didn't look so dirty.

He did not intend to take the bottle of wine in Dante's arms. The last person to do so was the gray knight Ahriman, and then Ahriman was taken a sip by Dante.

The original words of the Gray Knight Ahriman at that time were that he never thought in his life that he would be bitten by anyone other than the Space Wolves.

Karas’s assessment is that it doesn’t matter who bites, whether it’s a wild dog or a mosquito.

After placing Dante, Calga sat in a familiar position. He lowered his head dejectedly, as if he was not the one who had succeeded in the operation.

Sevatar whistled,

"How does it feel?"

"Stop joking,"

Calga waved his hands and took a big sip to himself.

"My Lord hasn't said anything about reducing my sleeping hours, but I'm finding that the amount of rest I need has been significantly reduced - maybe I should take the initiative."

These words seemed to have stripped away most of Calgar's strength, and the Ultramarine became devastated.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk,"

Karas showed an extremely twisted expression,

"Don't work too hard - Sanguinius will gain praise from your master if you take the initiative to work. What will you get if you take the initiative to work? More documents?"

This sentence stimulated two people present at the same time. The unconscious Dante roared like a beast and seemed to arch towards Karas's position, while Calga slapped the table angrily.

At this moment, Karas and the entire table he was sitting on were suspended in the air for a moment, but Karas's expression remained unchanged and he continued to stare at Calga.

"Don't be a scab."

Karas said word by word, with a provocative smile on his lips,

"The only one we have here who has experience in fighting is me - do you plan to expect the next victim of the Raven Guard to lead you to fight in a more reasonable way? Don't think about it, Corax is more humane than you and me, who are not human masters. too much."

Kalga was silent, this one is bigger! More blue! But the guy didn't look happy at all, he just drank sadly.

Savita sneered, and Karas immediately attacked him,

"Laughing?" The poisonous snake named Karas spit out venom, "It seems that your original body must be extremely considerate of his subordinates and will not let his descendants do the dirty work and support the legion by himself, right?"

"Oh, I forgot, your master's name is Conrad."

Calgar silently moved to the side to make room for the two strong men rolling on the ground and fighting each other. The Ultramarine drank wine in depression. After finishing one bottle, he threw the bottle behind his back, bang. There was a loud sound, and I don’t know if it hit Karas’s head or Sevita’s head.

"It seems I came at the right time?"

Another voice that had not been heard for a long time sounded. Calgar sighed and opened the chair next to Kahn, who had returned from a long absence.

"You shouldn't be here. Karas and Sevatar will attack you together later."

"Yeah,"

Kahn replied casually, and the ax in his hand hit the ground next to his feet with a loud sound.

"Then I was just hanging out with them - you look a little lost, Calga."

Calga sighed again,

"Only frustrated people like us come here. Why are you like the Lord of Red Sand?"

Kahn paused. In fact, after landing on Terra today, Angron called him aside and whispered to him that he would show him something fun.

Later, Kahn had the [One-Day Experience Card to See Others' Emotions Directly].

[I think you’ve ever wondered how I see other people? Go check it out. 】

Angron whispered, pushed Karn out, and then went to psychologically treat Roark, the World Eater representative stationed on Terra.

Kahn blinked, and now in his sight, he could see the depression and fatigue surrounding Calgar, but among the large amounts of black thread, there was still a pure and shining white dot.

But Karn would not speak like Angron, so the World Eaters shut up. Fortunately, Calgar let Karn go, and then Karn turned back to see Karas.

Well……

He saw two extremely viscous and dirty Newtonian fluids entangled together. One was dark green and brown, like mud deep in a swamp. Countless vicious black bubbles emerged from his body, and the other was crazy. And with the scream, the darkness stabbed out like spikes, piercing the void.

There were extremely thin threads on these two groups of souls. Kahn raised his head and tried to find the end of the thread, but the thread was extremely long and eventually disappeared in the distance of the skyline.

According to what Angron taught, a pure soul is white, and the brighter it shines, the less likely it is to be polluted. Emotions are like clothes covering the soul. But if you keep the same emotion, then the emotion will pollute the soul.

And this kind of...

Kahn swallowed his saliva. This was probably because he had polluted the environment in reverse. The souls of Karas and Savita had already reached a certain level of filth and had reached their own self-consistency.

As long as you are dirty enough, rolling in a poop can only be called bathing and cleaning.

It's terrible.

Kahn looked back calmly on the surface, but his hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly. The importance of having a good original body was clearly reflected at this moment.

Thank you Angron.

"Where's Sicarius?"

Kahn asked casually, and Calga, who was drinking beside him, shook his head.

"Ahriman entrusted him to go to the subspace to search for people - the Gray Knights. It is said that there is news about a great mentor who was lost a long time ago. It seems that his name is Caldo Diego."

Kahn didn't know the Gray Knight, so he nodded to show that he listened, and then licked his lips.

"How is Terra lately?"

Calgar was silent for a moment, and Karn noticed that his hand on the bottle relaxed. In the past, he would not have noticed this, but Angron was teaching the gladiator how to recognize people.

"It's still the same,"

Calga sighed,

"But I have to admit...the efficiency of those three now is extremely terrifying. For ordinary high lords or legion commanders, projects that would take at least a hundred years to produce results can be compressed into a few years."

Only those in administration understand the terror of Robert Guilliman, Faenus Manus, and Hades.

When mortals see these three powerful men, they can only marvel.

When they saw these three people, they were like thunder from the ground and mayflies in the sky! ! !

If these three people had formed an alliance and worked ten thousand years in advance, the current human empire... Calgar thought, might have entered a true utopian society.

After Hades returned, there were fewer insects in the empire, weapons began to flash green, and ships moved faster than light. More importantly, the original bodies that had not been dealt with before began to unite, although they were beating the Emperor. Aspects are unified.

Calga took another sip of wine.

"Recently, the Lord of the Empire is promoting the subdivision of the Nirvana system to subdivide the Milky Way... The rumors have changed. A while ago, my Lord ordered me to pay attention to Malcador's movements, and there will be cooperation in government affairs."

Kahn was slightly surprised,

"Are the Demon Patterns willing to take action?"

Calga coughed;

"My lord only gave him two choices, return to work, or stay with the Emperor - he can't bear to stay with the Emperor now, and would rather, well, rather come back to face the Lord of the Empire."

"Then the Emperor's side..."

Kahn hinted that Angron might not be able to get some information, but in this small bar filled with the unique stench of Space Marine sweat, he could get a lot of things.

Calga shook his head;

"Not necessarily Horus."

He said,

"I feel that the next one will be the founding of the 17th Legion... the disappeared Primarch Lorja is coming back soon."

Luojia?

Kahn felt a burst of joy in his heart. He thought of his good friend Angeltai the Word Bearer. He didn't know where that guy was now.

"I've been busy recently, but I've always been busy. I don't know when that future will come - if there is no war recently, the empire may be preparing for a second expedition to subspace, at least that's the plan of the Lord of the Empire."

Calga's eyes were deep in thought and he took another sip of wine. This was something that everyone in Terra's second-in-command knew, except Kahn, who had just returned.

Kahn was about to express his opinion, but the door of this bar let out another overwhelmed groan, a bigger one! higher! Fatter! The wide-bodied Space Marine stood slightly awkwardly in front of the door.

"Well,"

Bella, son of Hades, flicked the threshold,

"Karas, Karas, would you like to use your psychic powers to expand the door?"

He shouted tentatively, but the answer was Karas's angry roar, "Get out of here, shit!" A kind of incomprehensible words.

"Well, you won't help me, right?"

Bella rubbed her hands together, and then he showed an expression like a king of ideas. Mingzi squatted down and began to force himself in.

He squeezed in with difficulty, and fell right on top of Karas and Sevatar, who were grabbing each other and refusing to let go (700% of it was intentional). The wide-bodied Son of Pluto successfully covered the two space warriors. , and because of Bella's bad taste, he obviously didn't intend to stand up for a while.

The corners of Calga's eyes twitched, and he seemed to see the flash of Karas' spiritual energy lighting up under Bella, but due to the unique spiritual resistance of the son of Hades, the green flash like a thunder dragon only flickered.

The Sons of Hades, born out of the Death Guard warband, inherited and filled up the physical resistance from the Death Guard, and also filled up the spiritual resistance on this basis. They are definitely the most fleshly warband in the empire, bar none.

"What a scene of unity and friendship."

Buz stood up unhurriedly, and took Karas and Sevita with one hand. Perhaps on the battlefield, Karas and the assassin Sevita could kill Pluto Buz, but in the direct front In the confrontation, Tambuzi will survive the first half with 100% flesh.

Nothing but thick blood and anti-high ears.

"Aren't you going to greet your father?"

Calgar asked in surprise, and the son of Macragge Pluto, who had a good relationship with Calgar, smiled.

"I'm not that anxious to find a job for myself, at least for one more night, right?"

He smiled humbly and sat next to Kahn, but in Kahn's sight, he saw a very faint light, the pure gray kind.

It is said that the souls of the sons of Pluto are dim, so that they can adapt to the blessing of Pluto. Now I have seen with my own eyes that, as rumored, the souls of the sons of Pluto are dim.

Kahn clinked glasses with Butz, and the next moment, a rag flew over and accurately covered Butz's head - it was thrown by Karas, who was cursing and having a fight with Sevita.

"Don't let me see that disgusting face of yours, little one."

Karas said with a stomachache, and kicked Sevita who had picked up the dagger on the ground. Sevita fell directly into Dante's arms. Karas was so looking forward to Dante opening his mouth at this moment.

"Ah, then you can go and see the authentic owner of this face. My father misses you very much - he wants you to be able to sit back at your desk."

"..."

"I'm going to kill myself right now."

Karas said,

"Mortarion is in Barbarus now. I want to die and return to Barbarus directly."

"Wrong,"

Buz said easily, still holding the rag on his face.

"Lord Death will only resurrect you on Terra~"

Kahn moved his seat to the side to facilitate the start of the second duel.