Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 133 125. The pinnacle of destiny

On the vast land, white and yellow water vapor evaporates from above, flowing and accumulating between the thick clouds that touch the ground.

On a planet based on agriculture, abundant rainfall would bring fertile soil and fertility that would last throughout the year.

The poisonous environment of Barbarus also determines that these falling raindrops contain rich chemicals. Although they may not be very friendly to humans, they will bring nourishment to Barbarus' crops.

There is no farmer who has not prayed for a good harvest. Earth, please give us this handful of food!

Thousands of years of prayers have made ripples, and the gods have cast their gaze, but they have never swept across all living beings.

The first drop of raindrops, with Father Rain's blessing, fell on the tips of Karas's wings. The turbid rainwater slid down along the lines of the butterfly's wings and flowed into the pale and blood-red cracks.

A seed that has been caressed by a loving father will emerge from its cocoon and become a butterfly under the guidance of God.

Maybe it shouldn't be this moment. The growth of seeds takes a moderate amount of time, but the nail stuck in the gear of fate interrupts the rhythm of the growth of all things.

Then let a heavy rain and a thunderous wake up all the sleeping things in advance!

Elegies as startling as thunder exploded, heavy rain poured down, the sun disappeared, and panic spread everywhere.

"Keep the formation, three of us will face the enemy!"

Hades's scream spread through the dense rain, and the current sound of the communication channel was too noisy to be distinguished.

As far as the eye can see, the bone-white armor of the Death Guard is dazzling in the dim night, and the fast-moving brigade is still moving.

On the outermost side of the queue, the unique creatures on Barbarus began to attack their queue. They became even more violent after being drenched by the strong acidic rain.

Between the rain, a faint spiritual light flashed past.

Hundreds of pustule hounds galloped across the wasteland, and pustule eagles were hovering in the sky as densely as raindrops. They emerged from the pouring rain, as if all the predatory animals of Barbarus had gathered here.

A scene like the end of Barbarus, where death appears from the rain of Barbarus.

If anyone had been present, they would have trembled and knelt down.

However--

The sound of gunshots penetrated the rainy night, and the light of fire tore through the darkness.

The Death Guard silently pointed their scythes and muzzles at the screaming prey.

The enemy's flesh and blood was mixed with splashes of rain, and the flesh and blood were mixed with mud in the swamp.

This time the Death Guards brought by Mortarion and Hades were all Barbarus.

Long before they swore to follow Mortarion, long before they had only a simple gas mask, they had begun fighting these beasts of Barbarus.

Back then, they relied on suicide marches. The comrades selected by the enemy would be responsible for attracting firepower. Every time they encountered the enemy, it would be a life-or-death farewell.

But now, the enemy's corpses are shattered under their sickle blades, and every bullet will accurately take away a life!

The beast that once required an entire squad of rebels to kill is now nothing compared to modified flesh, sophisticated power armor, and advanced explosive bombs.

They will be Barbarus's new god of death.

Hades found with some helplessness that the groups on the outermost edge would even retreat to the inner circle after a period of time, not to rest, but to allow those eager comrades to come out to meet the enemy.

But it was also in line with marching tactics. Hades didn't say much, as long as he could maintain the formation of the entire team and maintain the marching speed.

Mortarion's voice sounded,

"Barbarus, is it always related to you?"

"I think so."

Hades answered silently.

The entire Barbarus has long had an inexplicable connection with Nurgle. It was the originally destined stage and the beginning of the original destiny.

And now, fate is still trying to dial back the established track.

The entire army quickly entered the mountains, and the increasingly turbid rain accompanied by thick poisonous gas hit them, but the power armor blocked them one by one.

The road up the mountain was narrow and dangerous, not suitable for the advancement of large troops, so Hades and Mortarion left two hundred Death Guards and five untouchables at the entrance to guard the mountain road to prevent the beasts in the wasteland from attacking. Attack on the hill.

Later, it was proved that this step was correct.

Hades and Mortarion led the remaining troops up the mountain.

Starting with the Death Shroud, Hades and Mortarion have been at the forefront of the team. Under the wash of the heavy rain, the memories of those familiar and unfamiliar scenery gradually caught up with them.

This is where they were shelled in the first place.

Hades began to be on guard subconsciously, but this time, the crisis came from under his feet.

The soft soil soaked by rain was like a swamp, pulling their feet towards the earth, and the smooth and hard feet of the power armor were climbed up by the soft mud.

A bolt of lightning struck.

Big and small, bloated and thin, the figure of the alien lord suddenly appeared from the swamp.

Waves of psychic energy flickered around them, and the lord's eyes turned white, with no autonomy at all.

Hades observed carefully, and he could confirm that basically all the alien lords on Barbarus were here, but surprisingly, there was no Nacre here.

"I didn't expect them to be just another puppet toy after all."

Mortarion's voice sounded from behind the breathing mask. Those alien lords who once oppressed the people of Barbarus and sewed puppets out of human corpses were just slaves of another higher-level being.

He raised the sickle to silence, the roar of the chain saw blade sounded, and the chain tied to the end of the sickle pole rustled.

"My defeated general is just one more kill."

He was answered by gunfire as the Death Guard began to attack.

Waves of psychic energy came from among the lords. Compared to Mortarion, who directly relied on his memory to harvest more powerful aliens, Hades commanded the team that protected the untouchables, carefully cutting and suppressing the alien lords' spirits. Can fluctuate.

The Untouchables were dispersed among the alien swarms to calm the violent waves of the Warp and strengthen the barrier between the Warp and the physical world.

The psychic flash of the alien surrounded by untouchables dimmed instantly, and the death guards around it immediately seized the opportunity and began to harvest.

While Hades stared closely at the message on the helmet, he easily beheaded an alien lord. Its dull head spun and landed on the ground, splashing blood on the mud.

The subspace fluctuations here are very intense, and the large number of alien lords who use psychic powers have also intensified the ripples. The life data transmitted from the armor of the untouchables is very ugly, and some weak untouchables have even fallen into a coma.

Hades frowned. Although the untouchables are restrained against subspace creatures, as long as the strength of the opponent is high enough, they can actually put pressure on the untouchables.

But the good news is that the current Death Guard is enough to deal with these alien lords. Even if arms and bodies keep crawling out of the mire, the huge numbers and equipment advantages still keep the Death Guard in an invincible position.

"The other side wants to hold us back."

Mortarion's voice came from the communication channel, and the tingling sound of electricity almost made Hades fail to hear his words clearly.

Mortarion lowered the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the corpse that had just been cut into several pieces by Nirvana. The blood and flesh were surging, as if he was still trying to piece himself back together.

"boom!"

The blue-purple flash of the alien pistol's lantern flashed after it was charged.

Hades swept the obituary, and the alien's body was broken in two, but there was no struggle after the fall.

Hades pondered for a moment and analyzed the battlefield situation at this moment.

There were obviously fewer corpses rising than they had killed, and the number of lords on the field was gradually dwindling.

But it will probably take some time before everything is cleared up.

"Then up?"

"Um."

After leaving enough Death Guards behind, and taking some of the elite Death Guards and Death Shrouds, they continued to climb up.

But this time, no one was left behind due to the poisonous gas.

Hades subconsciously held his breath.

The billowing poisonous gas hovered on the top of the mountain, and the originally pouring rain stopped here, and the originally thick clouds formed a huge cavity here.

A foot deep, calm rainwater accumulated on this mountaintop platform.

In that position, where they had fought the alien Nacre, a bloated figure was standing there.

Brilliant and erosive colors drifted in the dim light. A pair of huge butterfly wings unfolded from the back of Calastiphon. On the pale and swollen face, fine and regular patterns like moss climbed on it. .

There was no other enemy figure, no imaginary ambush, he just hovered there quietly, with his toes pointed on the water -

Smile.

"I'm still here, Mortarion, I did it."

Carastyphon spoke to himself and seemed to be speaking to Mortarion.

Hades directly raised the explosive gun and prepared to shoot——

Mortarion reached out and stopped his shot.

? !

"15 seconds."

Hades took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and at the same time let the death guards who followed them up the mountain disperse around to occupy a favorable shooting point.

He can give them 15 seconds to think about life.

Mortarion nodded.

"Karas, why?"

Mortarion felt his voice breaking. Why, why betrayed?

It wasn't until Mortarion stood here and saw the fallen figure of Carastiphon with his own eyes that the last bit of luck in his heart was completely shattered.

Why rebel.

Could it be that Karas was bewitched by the chaos of the warp and fell into the abyss himself?

The original inertia was completely broken, and old friends turned against each other. Why?

Mortarion still remembers Karas, who was so outspoken to him. When did he become what he is now?

Calastyphon smiled,

"Weakness is the original sin."

He said.

"You are not really weak, you have not understood."

He was answered by Hades' roaring bullets.

Mortarion was startled for a moment, but quickly raised his scythe and rushed towards his former friend. At the same time, Hades's bullet missed him and went straight to Karastifon.

"--throat--"

Karas raised his sickle and actually blocked the powerful blow from the original body!

Weird yellow-green psychic lightning twined around his scythe. Mortarion knew that Karas might use psychic powers, so he immediately used his scythe to neutralize the power and prevent a stalemate with him.

"We have all seen those unacceptable scenes, why do you choose to fall?!"

Mortarion spoke hoarsely,

"There is no freedom in this world! Mortarion, sooner or later the war will engulf us all!"

Typhon stared at them, and they were in a deep hole without knowing it.

Associating yourself with a tyrant who doesn't care about individuals is doomed.

"Instead of working for a tyrant, it is better to choose a kind father. He will at least give us a peaceful ending."

Unfortunately, He was unwilling to accept Hades, so he could only save part of him.

"Motarion, I believe you are not one of those people who will be deceived by appearances!"

Merciful Mortarion will understand him.

"Bullshit!"

Seeing Mortarion retreat, Hades, who had been assisting in shooting, stepped forward and began to fight with Karas.

"If you are forced to be a dog, don't bark!"

Hearing this, Mortarion glanced at Hades in disbelief. Has he ever said something like this?

And Hades was unconscious, and he was frantically trying to break through Karas's scythe defense.

The fine backpack behind Hades and the hot melt gun also directly pointed at Karas's face and started shooting, but they were all blocked by a faint layer of psychic barrier around Karas.

Karaas's bloated body wrapped in psychic energy, and the psychic shield, were not vulnerable to Hades' black domain!

But the premise is that he broke through Karas's scythe to defend!

The power of Kalas, cursed by Nurgle, became extremely strong, and Hades felt his arm was numb from the shock.

Realizing Hades's plan, Mortarion swung his sickle directly from the side-

Water splashed everywhere!

Kalas flapped his wings and flew directly into the sky. The colorful and dim wings flapped in the air, and the swirling poisonous gas clouds began to gather around him, and the violent psychic flashes were dancing.

"I'm sad that you always can't understand this, Hades."

He looked down at the small dot on the ground from a high place.

"You are too short-sighted, Hades, short-sighted and superficial."

"Every time Mortarion and I think about how we stand here and how we should decide our own thoughts, you always leave reluctantly."

Hades gritted his teeth and looked at the figure rising into the sky. Every time, why is it a flying enemy every time? !

Gunshots rang out, and Kalas Typhon lightly dodged the shooting from the Death Guard.

"Short-sighted and ignorant, staring at his own things, unwilling to look up to see those grander narratives."

Hades looked at Mortarion, and the length of the chain on Mortarion's sickle was obviously not enough.

Hades looked at Karas again, and it was obvious that Karas had to wait for the accumulation of clouds before the next attack.

He opened the private communication channel and said a few simple words to Mortarion.

Mortarion nodded.

Hades slowly retreated.

Karas stared at him in confusion. He could feel the power of clouds and rain accumulating. They didn't have much time. Except for Mortarion, Karas would kill the rest.

However--

Mortarion inserted the sickle Annihilation into the ground beside him, and Hades, who had just retreated, suddenly rushed towards Mortarion!

The Primarch crossed his hands into a pedal and sent Hades, who was rushing over, directly into the sky.

"I am superficial? You are short-sighted!"

Then, with the lift given by Mortarion, Hades rushed directly towards Karas, trying to attack him with the obituary.

Karaas was speechless, and then laughed.

"You are always so foolish."

He watched Hades rushing over happily, and with a turn, he dodged the barbarian's attack.

He watched Hades' figure begin to fall under the pull of gravity. Hades was still trying to attack him with his fangs and claws. Some bullets came again, destined to be futile.

"Really?"

A huge sickle arrived at Karas' position at the same time as Hades' voice--

Motarion threw the sickle annihilation directly over!

Just now, Hades' figure blocked the sickle behind!

Karaas, who had been paying attention to Hades, was hit by the giant sickle. The sickle flashing with cold light deeply tore his power armor, and his internal organs spilled out.

Hades, who had just fallen, grabbed the chain that Mortarion had deliberately released, which was originally wrapped around the end of the sickle. Hades used both hands to force, and with a sharp pause, he directly pulled Karas down!

Typhon flapped his wings violently, trying to resist the pulling force from Hades, but the Primarch's superb skills made the sickle stuck tightly between Karas Typhon's flesh and bones, making it difficult to get out.

The clouds that had just gathered began to dissipate again, as if realizing that the situation was over. Outside the mountain, the originally pouring rain began to thin out.

They fell straight to the ground under the action of gravity.

"Bang! Bang!"

The splashes dissipated,

Hades pressed on Karas, suppressing Karas with the black domain, and he held the sickle obituary, ready to harvest lives.

"Don't kill me."

Karas's originally turbid eyes suddenly flashed a trace of clarity, and he began to struggle. He tried to continue speaking, no, you can't kill me, but the sputum that came up stopped him from speaking.

Sobbing came.

Hades didn't care, and swung his sickle--

Blood flowed down the power armor.

Hades took a deep breath and controlled his anger.

He turned his head and looked at Mortarion, who was holding his obituary and stopping him from chopping down.

"Don't tell me you still want to save him."

"No,"

Mortarion said,

"I know this sorcery."

He pointed to the tiny patterns on Kalastiphon's face,

"The death of the host will open a rift to the warp."

"And everything around him will be indiscriminately sucked into the turbulence of the warp."

This is their real plan.

Hades paused, and he thought for a moment with some irritation.

Then he took a deep breath,

"Then do you have any other ideas?"

Motarion was speechless.

But at the same time, Hades could feel that Kalastiphon's psychic energy began to become disordered--

Hades acted decisively, and he used his left hand that was not holding the sickle to directly strangle Kalas' throat.

The black domain began to flow along Hades' left hand, and after feeling the soul, they naturally flowed out of the originally imprisoned range.

Kalas's soul began to tremble, and Hades could feel that he was trying to escape.

The turbid large green and the small white that was not dirty mixed together to form Kalastiphon's soul.

The blasphemous breath came from the dark green soul spark.

Hades controlled the black domain and carefully began to try to devour Kalas's soul.

This was the first time he took the initiative to devour a "human" soul, which made Hades subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

Kalas's soul was screaming and fleeing, but was soon surrounded by the slowly pouring black domain.

Sweat dripped from Hades's head. Controlling the black domain outside the body was extremely difficult and tiring. He seemed to have run around the equator of Barbarus.

Soon, Karas lost his voice and lay there dying.

Hades loosened his hand that was tightly strangling Karas' throat and looked at Karas in silence.

All the signs of Nurgle disappeared, and Karas became like a dead man. Even if he was left alone, he would not live long after being torn open by the sickle of Silence.

Hades was sure that even if he killed Karas now, the witchcraft would not work.

There was only a small piece of his soul now, and Hades swallowed up all the turbid parts.

Can a person who has lost most of his soul still survive? Hades didn't know.

Mortarion pulled Hades up, and the Primarch silently hugged Karas, and the two wings fell off Typhon's back.

"Get ready to go down the mountain."

Mortarion said.

Hades, who was almost exhausted, was in no mood to refute him this time.

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