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

Endurance, Space Marine personal room.

Now.

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Hades - no, now it's He Shi, he is sitting in front of his beloved little desk, painting his beloved little chess piece.

He put down the 30k Mortarion he had just painted, stretched, and looked up. There was a small exhibition box on the desk near the wall.

He Shi thought about it, and took out the Emperor's hand-made model that he bought online before, which he didn't know whether it was real or not, from the exhibition box.

He put the two little guys on the table out of boredom, and then -

The Mortarion chess piece moved and spoke,

The chess piece laughed, and then took out an alien head from somewhere,

"Hahahahahaha! I finally killed you! Father!!!"

The Emperor's hand-made model was silently looking at the Mortarion chess piece not far away, and Mortarion noticed it,

"Who are you, stranger?"

The Emperor's hand-made model suddenly began to emit a dazzling golden light!

"Damn it!"

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Hades, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes instantly.

What a weird dream!

This was the first reaction of Hades' brain after he woke up from a long coma.

The second reaction was-

Fuck! ! ! !

With the awakening of his own consciousness, the completely transformed body functions all began to operate at normal power.

And the first thing that the brain received was the perception of the surrounding environment.

A smell rushed straight into the depths of Hades' soul!

It was like a super-super-super lemon + mint + licorice + enhanced concentrated disinfectant water + enhanced 84 disinfectant mixed together, and then thrown into the ice cellar to freeze into the kind of cold water with ice cubes floating, and then mixed with vinegar + chili water + super concentrated alcohol + chlorine water, and then thrown into the refrigerator to freeze until just right,

Then, all these things were stuffed into the compression pump, and a high-pressure water gun was used to push into Hades' lung tube, and it was turned to maximum power!

Hades felt that his brain was going to be smashed by this breath.

He sat up subconsciously, coughing violently, covering his mouth and nose with one hand and strangling his throat with the other.

"Cough cough cough cough wow cough cough cough. shit"

To be fair, Barbarus is a world full of poisonous gas, which is divided into high toxicity, medium toxicity, and low toxicity, but there is no "non-toxic" option at all.

It's like a person has been in an environment with a strange smell, and then his sense of smell is increased by a hundred times, and then he is thrown into clean air. This is unbearable for a person.

And Hades is in this situation now.

Even if he inhaled clean air when he was unconscious, when the cerebral cortex began to become active and the autonomous consciousness awakened, he received such different environmental information right away, which made Hades have a strong stress response for a while.

"Ahem. Ahem. Ahem!!"

A big hand reached out, holding a spherical incense burner. On the brass incense burner, which was simply carved and hollowed out, there were a few words in the Babarus language -

"Born in the poisonous area, silent in the miasma."

A familiar, gentle, fascinating, hometown smell slowly floated from the small incense burner.

The pale, thin, bone-like hand handed the cute and charming small incense burner to Hades.

"Ahem. Ahem. Ahem. Ahem. Ahem. Ahem. Ahem. Ahem!"

Hades, who had just woken up from a long coma and was forced to turn on by the fresh air, was dizzy and didn't care about his personal image. He grabbed the small incense burner without any hesitation and put it against his nose.

The warm, soft breath with heat immediately diluted the stimulating and cold air.

Hades held the small incense burner and took a few deep breaths to offset the stimulating feeling just now.

Then, he forced himself to slow down his breathing, which had suddenly become rapid due to his stress. Of course, his completely transformed body faithfully executed the order given by his brain.

Steady and steady smoke slowly drifted out from the hollow in a small stream.

Finally, Hades calmed down.

He looked up.

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Hades was currently in an empty and simple room. The room was not small, and the ceiling was higher than that of ordinary houses on Barbarus. A tall workbench was placed next to the wall, on which were some basic tools, and some weapons were neatly hung on the wall.

As for Hades, he was wearing simple clothes and was currently half-sitting on a simple bed. There was no quilt except for a rectangular pillow.

The temperature in the room was just right, so there was no need for a quilt.

And the person who attracted Hades the most in the room must be the one who just handed him the incense burner.

The tall original was sitting in a chair that was slightly smaller than his body size.

Mortarion was not wearing armor, but a simple combat uniform. His gray cape hung to the ground, and his dull moss-green top was tied with dark brown leather strips. Silver buckles occasionally adorned the strips, shining and breaking the dark color of his clothes.

His lower body was black trousers, and the gray-white leggings tightly held the excess wrinkles of his trousers. His heavy gray boots had sharp edges and extremely thick soles.

A slightly exaggerated round silver plate was decorated on Mortarion's belt compared to Mortarion's overall outfit.

The originally perfectly round silver plate was broken by six protruding spikes, three on each side, and a skull was carved in the center of the silver plate.

——Hades is very familiar with this. It is the symbol of the Death Guard.

Several slender copper-colored chains hung from his shoulders, and the incense burner slowly emitting poisonous gas was tied to these chains. The buckle of one chain was missing an incense burner——

This censer is now in the hands of Hades.

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Mortarion looked at Hades, and there was a funny and relieved expression on his face, which was rare without a gas mask.

"It seems I'm not the only one who's not used to the air here."

Hades blinked blankly, wait, he just now, he just now, so is the pungent smell just now normal air? !

No! ! ! !

He doesn't want to be a gas canister, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

But now was not the time for Hades to wail, and Hades quickly sorted out the situation.

He and Mortarion were supposedly rescued by the Emperor, who had then been transformed into Death Guard Space Marines.

And Hades should be in the Death Guard's battleship now.

Of course, regardless of anything else, one thing must be determined first.

Hades straightened his expression, his face became serious,

"Mortarion, how did your duel with Naklay end?"

A smile bloomed at the corner of Death's mouth,

"I killed it. After you fell into coma, that monster couldn't defeat me because of its previous injuries."

Alas. Is that so?

Didn't you wait then?

Hades clearly remembers it. He can't remember clearly. Uh. It seems like this?

Maybe he was unconscious at the time, or maybe the reconstructive surgery blurred his memory.

Anyway, it will be fine if Mortarion kills Naklay in the end!

In short, Dis's previous efforts were not in vain.

"Congratulations! You did it, Mortarion!"

Hades couldn't help but laugh, but his smile was obviously more exaggerated than the God of Death's, and the corners of his mouth almost stretched to the sky.

"I'm sorry I ended up passing out and wasn't too helpful."

"No."

Mortarion shook his head slightly,

"If you hadn't helped me suppress Nacre's psychic energy for the first time, it would be hard to say whether this battle would be won or lost."

The eyes of the God of Death were full of gratitude. In contrast, Hades, who had learned the final result, seemed careless.

"Haha, don't be modest, Mortarion, I really didn't help much."

"But what's going on? We're not in Barbarus now, are we?"

Hades seemed to have just realized the situation the two of them were currently in.

Mortarion smiled inwardly. Compared to Hades' own situation, he would indeed ask Mortarion about the final outcome of the decisive battle first.

This wave, this wave is another wave of favorability.

Happy reading (°3°)