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

Chapter 350 339. Rain falls

The huge beast of war can only be whipped and tamed by the coldest and hardest metal machinery, making it lower its high head.

Blood and tears are just a joke of war, while the real king is a miracle made of alloy and gunpowder.

Hold the reins of industry, the most glorious and violent war horse in human history.

Undefeated from now on.

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The angry storm struck him, threatening to tear him from his height.

He was indifferent to this, and millions of shouts rose around him.

He felt the pulse of metal.

He heard the hum of broken power armor in the extreme cold, the roar of gears in the sage's skeleton, the roar of overheated engines among the running knights, and the roar of the driver inside the huge Titan.

The bolter buried among the corpses groaned lowly, the knocked-off helmet was crying silently, the chainaxe lay idling in vain on the ground, the owner who held it had fallen.

The spacecraft in the orbit of the planet sent him a transparent and ethereal call, as distant as the sound of the tide beside the coastline. The storm birds fell in the strong wind. They struggled to smash to the ground under the giant hand of gravity, in the reddish-brown filth. On the ground, a small bright yellow wild flower bloomed, and then disappeared in an instant.

Hades lowered his eyes, and the gears and cables laid out the appearance of a battlefield for him.

He began to lay out.

Even in the space dimension that was closer to him, more fierce wars were burning. The golden giants and the broken black-robed gods of death were like the war itself. The red golden light and dim darkness made all existence... focus on this.

But the scale of this war was far greater than that, he looked at the charging men.

He raised his hand, the floating metal and lightning were his uniform, and the electric waves were his baton.

The first radio wave trembled in the air. The World Eaters and Skitarii, who had been dispersed by the Nightbrothers and Necrons, received the coordinate signal. The crowd began to gather, attacking like a stream forward into the sea of ​​artillery and gunpowder smoke.

The heavy vehicles struggling in the mud and blood roared, and the gods pointed out the direction for them, loading, aiming, and firing. Countless cannonballs drew perfect arcs in the air and smashed into the ranks of the Necron.

In the ocean of radio waves, the gods let out a distant and long sigh like an ancient giant whale. The ripples spread out layer by layer. The mechanical beasts heard his call. They roared and rushed into the battle. Some rushed into death, while others walked forward. To more remote battlefields.

There, the Necrons, whom the Night Holders despise, are being consumed crazily. The aftermath of the God War has wiped out thousands of soldiers. The wisdom of the dragon has stopped the resurrection protocol from functioning. Green lightning rises covertly and strikes at the alien race.

Hades waved his baton, he responded to people's calls to him, and whispers rang in the ears of every sage. He spread the necessary wisdom, even if the price of wisdom would be the brokenness of the recipient.

He couldn't see life and fragile organisms, he couldn't hear the cry of soul and intelligence to him, but he could see those gears spinning, moving forward with an attitude of never retreating.

The deed must be done on their behalf, the dragon is watched, the hidden act must be performed by the despised.

Countless sages have fallen on the road, but there are also countless sages who have stepped into the restricted area of ​​life. They are shattered and will never retreat.

Finally, the thirty-seventh sage who touched the black stone creation did it——

The space suddenly distorted, and the brutal force strangled the chains of the Night Holder. With unquestionable determination, the cage began to reclaim its prisoners, and it slowly and resolutely withdrew its power.

The Night Holder let out a shrill wail, and the broken god began his final mad struggle.

Absolute, overwhelming laws of physics descended here. The king on the skull throne shouted angrily, and the frown of the Lord of Humanity slowly smoothed away.

Opposite the Nightbringer, Angron, with blood dripping from his head, roared angrily. The Son of God raised his axe, and struck the enemy with the last axe. Then he staggered and fell to the ground.

The floating metals caught him.

In the darkness, violent scorching green arcs rolled, the dark scythe hung down, the metal melted, dripping on the scythe, brushing across the scythe blade like teardrops.

Hades raised his scythe expressionlessly.

The sky trembled, and another huge boat slammed into the Night Holder.

In the distance, Kahn looked at the center of the battlefield in disbelief.

A huge mushroom cloud rose, and the next moment, the roaring darkness burst out in the smoke. A majestic shadow entangled in pain emerged in the air. Angry and unwilling screams cut through the sky. The darkness showed its fangs towards the darkness, and the sickle faced the sickle. Chop it down——

The space suddenly turned black and white, and the screams stopped abruptly.

In the distance, the roar of the dragon faded away.

As if the pause button was pressed, people stopped in shock. All the impacts were silenced. They heard the sound of engines idling and the flames of war burning quietly.

The soldiers charging with their guns looked towards the center of the battlefield. The dazzling red gold light was slowly dissipating, as if representing the departure of the gods. The dark clouds were slowly rising, and the faint green light was shining in them.

"clatter."

Kahn blinked in surprise, the sound of liquid falling to the ground was so clear and clear.

"Da da."

The sage stretched out his hand tremblingly, and a drop of silver-white liquid hit his half-broken hand. It slid obediently and compassionately into the section of the gears and wires, and wrapped around the wound.

It's raining.

Om Messiah shed His tears.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the thunder of the pines split the storm, washing the land with the heavy rain.

it's over.

In the wasteland, the survivors began to cheer.

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"Help...help me."

Hades said weakly, but it was obvious that the imperial guards and nuns beside him hesitated.

It's not their fault. Hades is now lying on his side on Angron, who has fallen into a deep coma. The weak green lightning is lighting up around Angron. They can clearly see the metal flowing upward towards Angron's nail. It no longer made any noise, lying on Angron's head as quietly as a dead snake.

Angron was nearly dead. If Hades hadn't said that he was still alive, no one would have believed that the primarch, whose blood had been drained, was still alive.

Hades coughed quietly,

"I said, someone come and help me."

Charon and Hefa looked at each other, then Hefa raised his hand, and little Herrera stepped forward hesitantly,

"Sir, are you sure you can stand up now?"

"..."

Hades breathed a sigh of relief;

"...Don't you realize that I've been holding down Angron?! I can't keep holding down the wounded?!"

Only then did the Custodes and Sisters realize that the original body had human rights. They removed Hades and brought Angron back to the fleet that had been waiting above the orbit.

On the Storm Bird, Hades looked out the window in silence.

Under his order, the army was already on guard beside the cage where the Broken Nightbringer was imprisoned. People struggled to stand on the layers of metal skeletons, chatting loudly and easily, showing each other the scars covered by liquid metal, and using From time to time, his feet pulled the corpses.

He looked towards the center, but the twisted figure of the Nightbringer was not worth Hades's stay. He moved his gaze to the side——

There, the corpse of a sage stood intact. The activation of the extra-dimensional cage caused his life to stagnate at that moment, but even if he survived by chance, he would die from the excessive amount of knowledge crassly crammed into him in a short period of time. .

Within five steps of him, the corpses of no fewer than twenty sages were lying quietly.

Within ten kilometers around him, there were more deaths than raindrops.

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