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

Chapter 407 1.21 Who wins?

The battleship cast a shadow from the gray sky, and the flames ignited. On the entire continent, the layers of smoke seemed to form a floating ocean of ashes.

The indiscriminate bombing continued, and there was a slight tremor on the ground beneath your feet. Fine black stones shook down from the tower. The tower buzzed, and black lightning surrounded the tower.

Hades was leaning against the black stone obelisk expressionlessly, and the traces of blood scrawled away on his pale face were vaguely visible.

The holographic projection in front of him was flashing violently, and the figure of Lord Medusa appeared.

Fainus's eyes seemed a little hesitant, while Hades maintained a calmness after being extremely angry, even with some fatigue, or in other words, regret for not beating the traitor's brain out.

Fainus hesitated for a moment. He remembered the scene he had just seen, and then the voice of the Lord of Medusa rang out from the sound of gunfire,

【……Thanks for your hard work. 】

Hades coughed violently. He seemed not to understand what Feinus was saying. He looked at the other party, and Feinus looked at him firmly.

[Iron Hands support will arrive soon. We encountered some trouble in the orbit of Cadia, but airborne landings are now possible, and the first batch of air troops have been deployed. 】

Hades breathed a sigh of relief. His calculation of the time was correct. The Silent Order could hold on until the support of the Iron Hand came. At least there was no "eternal nine hours" here.

"I will send you the topographic map of Cadia and provide support as soon as possible."

Hades said that due to the indiscriminate and massive bombardment of the Iron Warriors, the terrain of Cadia can now be said to change every two hours, not to mention that the psychic energy of Chaos has also cast its power on the continent.

Faenus spoke,

[The Iron Hands may land from the side. The Iron Warriors' fire bombing of the area you are in is too fierce. The Iron Hands cannot gain air supremacy in this airspace in a short time, but we will try our best to interfere with the Iron Warriors' bombing of you. 】

Hades nodded silently, seeing that there was nothing more to negotiate, he stabbed, and the figure of Lord Medusa disappeared along with those particles of light and shadow.

Hades glanced out of the corner of his eye, and he saw the golden-armored figure on the front line. If the Forbidden Forces Charon and Silent Sister Blackfa hadn't gone over in time to hold back the angry and roaring Hades, Hades thought he might be able to do it again. Try chasing a section of Perturabo and his party.

He felt his bones creaking, and the huge pressure was still pressing him tightly, although the pressure was much lighter than when he just fought with Perturabo.

Hades, who had just forced his way through the attack under the pressure of the four gods, also suffered a backlash. Hades silently smelled the smell of blood in his mouth. Several of his internal organs were definitely broken. On the other side, he paid close attention to the battlefield. movement.

After the chaos just now, Perturabo and Vashtor also showed signs of fatigue. Both sides were panting. Although Hades was curious why the demon army of the four gods did not fill this empty position - Hades was buzzing behind him. The ringing black stone obelisk answered Hades's doubts.

Unfortunately, Hades briefly recalled his previous battle scenes, and then realized that it seemed that he fainted after an explosion every time, and when he opened his eyes again, the ceiling of the medical room was staring at him.

At least this time Hades couldn't finish the battle early and fall down. In this battle, he had to finish the whole battle while ensuring that the heads of the traitors on the opposite side fell to the ground.

Hades was deep in thought. While he was controlling the black realm, he was paying attention to the movements of the battlefield. He was breathing the magic to restore blood, and quietly waiting for the next war.

Don't be impulsive anymore, Hades thought.

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Feinus stared at the screen silently. It was the picture of Cadia transmitted by the Iron Hand detector. On the blurry picture full of mosaics, a large group of shadows could be vaguely seen moving forward rapidly.

That's...Hades?

It was difficult for Fenusmanus to describe what he had witnessed. He saw his former brother, now the traitor Perturabo, naked from the waist up, running without hesitation, and the man on the other side The mass of darkness quickly ran towards the original body.

But Perturabo is the original body after all, and the gap between them is getting wider and wider.

Then there was a phantom of green light, a shadow, and Faenus saw Perturabo fall, and the darkness seized the opportunity and pounced on him.

Fainus didn't know exactly what happened in the small space shrouded in absolute darkness, but he knew that Perturabo was not dead. The next moment, a spaceship crashed down.

The picture from the detector suddenly distorted, and even started to scream. Fenus frowned and stared at the picture full of noise - strange blue, charming purple, angry red, and light green colors gradually creeping up to the four corners. Once on the screen, the entire space seemed to be distorted.

...Is this the real enemy they are facing?

Feinus's brow almost furrowed into a mountain range.

Huge firelight suddenly filled the entire screen, and Fernus held his breath subconsciously. Everything that followed was chaotic. Fernus saw a metal monster standing up slowly in the smoke, and saw Petula, the traitor to the empire. Bo, then, he saw...

The sudden darkness burst out of the firelight, crawling towards the monster in a crazy and twisted way.

Feinus swallowed and silently retracted his hand that tried to call the Hades communication channel.

He even began to slightly doubt what he had seen. Could the monster be frightened? As if seeing something extremely disgusting and frightening to them, the metal monster directly chose to run away.

So... Feinus' thoughts hesitated for a moment. What did they see? In the pictures transmitted by all the sensors, the location of Hades is always dark, but Feinus believes that the darkness is not enough to make those subspace creatures so fearful.

At the same time, the four colors filling the four corners of the screen were always there. These strange existences even made Fainus think for a moment that Hades could not survive.

But Fernus stared at the figure that was twisting and moving rapidly...

Faenus trusted Hades, and now, that trust became even heavier.

[Get ready to land. 】

Fainus said coldly, let the Iron Hands end this farce called rebellion.

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The worms made of twisted cables squirmed anxiously, twisting and squeezing into the gaps between steel and steel, sparks bursting out.

Vashtor let out a roaring breath, and the Lord of the Fire stood beside the black stone obelisk that shone with a faint white light. The tide of the vast ocean washed over its body, and the metal gushed out like flesh and blood.

The fire was rekindled, and Vashtor felt the power from the future. This power was rapidly filling it. What surprised the Lord of the fire was that it was more generous than the power it had asked for before.

Why did they suddenly become tolerant?

Vashtor thought with some surprise that it began to review the treaty in detail. If it gained more power from the future, it would prove that this [future] is the one that is easier to come.

But...but what makes this future more accessible? It is clear that Vashtor and Perturabo have lost a battle, so it stands to reason that they will become even more impatient.

Originally, Vashtor had almost felt the psychic stench of the so-called "First Man", and there were more smells, the rotten smell from the garden, the rotten books in the labyrinth, the blood from the blood pool, and the fragrance from the palace.

Since Vash'tor rejected the direct power of the Four Gods, upon realizing that Vash'tor might fail, Vash'tor realized that they would choose to bet more and tear the curtain apart.

But now...these breaths have disappeared.

So, what exactly happened?

Everything was going to be bad, Vashtor thought.

Vashtor almost screamed in anger when Perturabo interrupted the plan and chose to rush out stupidly.

For the follow-up plan and for its own benefit, Vashtor had to rescue Perturabo before it was ready, and then successfully faced something it never wanted to face again in its life for the second time.

Although Vash'tor will probably still have to face it.

Sparks erupted from Vashtor's huge mouth, and the great wheel of war was still moving forward. Vashtor smelled the stench of war, now that it had received its due...

Now is the time to think too much, Vashtor thought, it calmed down and began to concentrate on communicating the faith from the future. On Cadia, the remains of the machine also provided strength for its recasting.

It looks like... it's about to face a pretty good future.

The metal crawled up and the flames reignited.

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A strange hazy mist reflected in his eyes.

Perturabo, lying on his back and staring at the sky, laughed.

He listened to the sound of Vashtor's body being recast next to the black stone obelisk in the distance, and listened to the whispers of Luojia who was treating him. There were dents in the dirt.

【...You should be more careful, my brother. 】

Lorgar whispered, his violet eyes looking at Perturabo worriedly.

Perturabo narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at "Lorgar".

[I have no brothers, you are not my brother - you are not Luojia, the devil. 】

Ingelser's voice sounded low and earnest,

"Sir, give it some patience, it's eating away at him - they're merging."

Perturabo frowned.

[You mean, that guy named Uriah is merging with Luojia? 】

【Yes,】

Luojia said calmly,

[But unfortunately the ceremony was destroyed, and the gods had to send their power elsewhere. I don’t know exactly what step it took, but now, I do have the past experience of the person named "Luojia". 】

Luojia stared at Perturabo, and Perturabo was staring at him closely. The Lord of Steel's iron-gray eyes were shining with a dangerous bright yellow, which reminded people of the yellow cordon surrounding a dangerous scene--More Here, it is an extremely dangerous environment.

【who are you? 】

asked Perturabo slowly, with a threatening tone in his voice,

[I can’t tell the difference either,]

Luo Jia said sincerely,

[Uria or Luojia? I don’t know either. Uriah was a good believer, he was pious, humble and gentle, and so was Lorgar. 】

Luo Jia glanced at his hand. His hand was still twitching slightly. This may be the consequence of occupying the body. Integrating a new soul will always make the original body reject him.

[Time will eventually confuse all this. 】

Luo Jia said vaguely.

Perturabo looked away, as if realizing that no matter which Lorgar it was, he was the poor religious man he knew, Perturabo became less interested again.

But he will be the winner.

Perturabo thought, this idea ignited in his heart, making him satisfied. He had gained what he wanted, freedom, and freedom from all control. The metal monster might not have realized it yet -

With the help of Hades's black domain, Perturabo has broken free from the shackles of its supposed concealment.

Perturabo chuckled lowly, he was right.

Hades, or Vashtor? He trusts no one, he will only use them - no one can use him anymore.

Perturabo felt himself, felt all this, he himself was everything. He listened to the sound of cells in his body dividing and producing, and the sound of blood flowing. His broken left leg was still faintly dull. It hurts, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Because Perturabo knew that this body was no longer a shackle that bound him.

He remembered the glimpse in the fantasy, the twisted figure in the huge nutrient tube in the laboratory, that was him, himself, his original appearance.

Perturabo is still very weak, and taking risks means part of the risk and loss. His soul fire is weakened, but it is also brighter, closer to his original appearance.

Data, more data, particle-like data are constantly coming to him from the vast ocean. He is their true master. He feels every soldier and every vehicle of the Iron Warriors——

Now, he is them and they are him.

His consciousness was resonating, and he seemed to feel the subtle whispers of everything. It was an extension of his will and a part of the container that carried his computing power. The stronger the legion, the stronger Perturabo would be.

He became his own true master.

Perturabo was satisfied.

Even though he is still so weak, even though the posture he just escaped was extremely embarrassing and shameless - but for Perturabo, for a person who has been shrouded in the shadow of being controlled and exploited from birth to just now. For people, this is all worth it.

He should probably thank Hades, Perturabo thought sarcastically.

What a "kind" person.

The sound of slow footsteps sounded in his ears. Perturabo glanced arrogantly. He saw the armor soaked in pus. The original bone-white power armor turned into a corrupted green, and some looked like bloated The green potatoes were growing legs and chirping.

He heard Ingelser's sharp and leisurely greeting, heard Luojia's slightly surprised voice, and heard a burst of burning explosions from Vashtor in the distance.

Perturabo turned his head, struggled to raise his upper body, and stared at the visitor.

He saw a warrior wearing mk3 armor, with fungi pouring out from the gaps in the armor. Perturabo's eyes were inadvertently staring at the pile of small bottles on his waist. The Lord of Steel could see clearly that there were things he was familiar with. That rust fungus.

Raton bowed roundly, and then he breathed hard,

"Hello Lord of Disaster."

Perturabo raised an eyebrow, but accepted the new title.

Laton laughed honestly,

"Praise the loving father, I am very happy to see you now. This means that there is one more fatal chip here. Victory is on our side."

Luojia half-knelt beside Perturabo in silence, his violet eyes thoughtful.

4.2, yay!