Karas Typhon swallowed uneasily, his keen intuition told him that the old man in front of him, who was wearing protective clothing and even had a garbage bag of similar color on his scepter, was not someone he could deal with.
That's a wizard.
"Keep calm,"
Malcador said as he stood beside the Dauntless, holding his staff against Typhon's "waist".
"I don't care about your past. The past is the past. It is your Death Guard's internal affairs. I don't care."
Malcador muttered to himself, and he began to divine again.
"If you wish to save Mortarion, and prevent him from falling into the Abyss—then you had better cooperate with me."
"etc-"
Karas said he felt dizzy.
"Into the Abyss... I don't understand... No... not... Mortarion into the Abyss?"
He felt his blood run cold as he said these words.
Calastyphon had once entered a corner of the garden and knew what was buried there. After he regained consciousness, Calas recalled the past and even wanted to commit suicide out of disgust, but Fearless's long sleep period saved his life.
Now, Mortarion will...
When Karas's thoughts were about to touch upon this idea, they shrank back. He found it difficult to imagine and accept.
He hoped it was a misunderstanding and a lie, but the old man waving the scepter made him realize that this was not a dream, but reality.
"Wait... where's Hades?"
Karas asked hastily,
"He's terrifying to those creatures, so he should be the one to save—"
"Dead."
Malcador said calmly, waving his staff with concentration.
"Your fate is closely tied to Mortarion's, so closely tied that it is unimaginable. How come I didn't notice you before?"
"I see. There's a hole in your soul... Such a brutal soul scar... I think I know who did it."
Makado's body was lit up with light, and Karas, who held back his hope, rushed over and punched Makado.
"—Explain it clearly?! Explain it clearly?!"
"Hades is dead, that's clear enough,"
Malcador frowned. He saw Angron's eyes turn away silently, with tears in them. He also heard the disordered breathing of the other Death Guards beside him except Karas.
A bunch of fools.
Malcador thought, if Hades was dead, then why was he standing here? This was just to make the old fearless fall into a state of soul flame agitation.
There is a reason why Malcador is called a despicable traitor.
Makado's words were very successful. Karas was obviously caught up in some kind of uncontrollable emotion. He began to recall subconsciously.
This is what Malcador wanted to see, and the more he thought about it, the closer Malcador would find Mortarion, and the flames rose -
Asshole! Don't even think about Hades at this time!
Makado cursed inwardly, and spoke in a cold voice,
"So I need you now. Your destiny can be traced back to Mortarion. This is our only way."
Karas felt like his brain was about to explode. He found it hard to accept all this. Hades was dead, and Mortarion was about to fall into the abyss - what was going on
Is that Hades and Mortarion
If even they have been possessed by the existence of the subspace...
Karas began to tremble, unable to control himself. He felt fear and terror. He was even more afraid because he had seen it before and had stepped into it before. It was the nightmare of his life... He couldn't...
… He couldn't face those anymore… Those existed…
Malcador suddenly noticed something. The originally golden flames suddenly turned pale, and ominous gray-white particles rose up.
He turned his head and saw the Death Guards staring at the world around them as if they had just woken up from a dream. They were gasping, feeling the world in disbelief.
Malcador paused, as if he realized something, the old man sneered in amazement, and Malcador laughed and removed the scepter that was burning with golden flames.
When he moved the scepter away, the gray flame did not disappear, but burned more and more fiercely. Karas began to turn gray, as if he had entered a black and white world.
Malcador stared at Karas who was obviously trapped in another world. Although the situation was urgent and the situation was still not optimistic, there was not much he could do at this moment.
The old man thought of Hades at an inopportune time. What would his friend do at this time
This was... a very rare scene, and he never thought that the first one would be Mortarion.
Malcador stepped back and watched with interest.
Angron beside him cast a puzzled look at him, and Malcador waved his hand, signaling the Primarch to hold his breath and concentrate.
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Fog, it was endless white fog.
The white mist filled the sky and the earth, making it difficult to distinguish the four areas, just like an eternal night with all colors reversed.
Karas was panting. He could feel his heart beating violently, but he could not hear the sound of his heartbeat, pulse, or breathing.
"—Mortarion!!! Where—are—you?!!!"
Callas roared, but he seemed mute, the white mist swallowed his voice. Everything here was like in a silent movie.
Karas ran for his life. The barren soil began to become loose, as if it had been plowed. Some listless seedlings stood there. Karas didn't care about these. He walked straight through the simple farmland.
He jumped over the stream where the dark water flowed. The fog became thicker and thicker, and a dense forest appeared before him, which was absolutely ominous.
Karas's madly running steps suddenly stopped. He stared at the dense forest in front of him and swallowed subconsciously.
… That is… That is… His handwriting.
Karas stopped in front of the dense forest and called out tentatively,
"Mortarion? Mortarion?! Are you in there?!"
He made no sound, and there was no response from the other side.
Karas stared at the vegetation dripping with slime. He couldn't—he couldn't—Karas you can't—
What's wrong with that?!
Karas! You already backed down once on your way to the top! You're going to back down a second time?! That's why Hades can walk ahead of you with honor and confidence - he dares! He does it! It's that simple!
Now that bastard named "Hades" is dead! He is walking happily ahead of you again, leaving you disabled and struggling in the world - do you want him to have fun again?! Watching you being useless and running away from the battlefield?!
Hades! He, Karas Typhon, will tell you! He, Karas Typhon, may be a psychic, wizard, or half-blood that you may not like - but he is also a human being, he is loyal, and he also has a temper!
Karas took a deep breath, his face already covered with tears, but he stepped into the dense forest and took the second step without hesitation.
He rushed in, branches slapping him, mist shrouding him, Karas stumbled over, and in the center of the dense forest, he saw the grave made of piles of empty armor.
Carastiphon stopped in disbelief, he stood at the foot of a huge tree, staring blankly at the empty tomb.
Something moved at his feet.
Karas lowered his head and almost cried out in shock.
He saw a tiny Death Guard, small and round, smaller than his clenched fist. The little creature was struggling to raise its head and stare at him, holding something in its hands -
A fruit.
The little guy handed it to Karas, who tried bending down several times, and on the seventh time, he successfully reached the fruit.
He ate the part that had been robbed from him.
Carastiphon laughed, a sound worse than crying.
In the end, Mortarion still found a way to help him—but he hesitated just now! Hesitated!!!
Karas howled like a wounded lone wolf, but the silence of the white fog made him shout towards the sky in a hoarse voice like a fool.
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)