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

Chapter 428 2.8 version update

"I'm very sorry."

Hades opened his hand, and rough scarlet cracks climbed on his breastplate, emitting an uneasy red light from the inside out, like the last cracks when ceramics are broken.

"Failed,"

Hades said that the voice was like the whisper of a ghost in the middle of the night, or like the hoarse voice shouting out to him on the other side of the distant coastline.

Mortarion only felt the cold, and then the suffocating feeling that was strangling him, the nightmare that would forever hang over his soul, and the pain that would never allow him to breathe.

Hades stared at him, expressionless.

He was no longer the commander Mortarion was familiar with. He was more like his original appearance, staring at Mortarion with two eyes. In a daze, Mortarion once remembered that he was in the fog of Barbarus. Saw these eyes, through the greasy isolation eyepieces.

But he is no longer the same person as he was in the past. He has walked countless roads and crossed countless rivers. Only he knows the hardships of the bumpy roads, and only he knows the depth of the rapid rivers.

"I was derelict in my duty,"

Hades's voice seemed to come from the deepest seabed,

"Billions of living beings will be destroyed, and demigods will fall into darkness. I can't stop this. I have tried everything, but I didn't expect them to change their goals."

"God of Death, I have not finished the road I am about to go."

Mortarion's lungs let out a death-like roar, and he coughed gurglingly. He wanted to speak, but his lungs and throat without a trace of air prevented him from speaking.

He wanted to say, Hades, fuck that shit, that damn emperor didn't fight as hard as you.

He wanted to say that if anyone ever successfully slaps the subspace, it can only be you, Hades, it can only be you!

He wanted to say that you have already completed the journey you are about to take, and the rest, he, Mortarion, must complete this journey even if he dies!

Hades, tell him who did it, tell him what your long-cherished wish is, tell him those things you didn't have time to do, tell him! tell him! !

Let him slap the fucking warp!

Mortarion struggled wildly, the suffocation he was most familiar with stuck in his throat. He fought desperately against the pain, but the invisible enemy gave him no chance to resist.

Hades!

Mortarion shouted, scratching at any opportunity, Pluto, Pluto! Answer him, answer him! !

The cold and dead water of the Styx slowly rose up. The flowing water brushed through the armor of the Lord of Death and poured into the gaps along the gaps in the armor. The air bubbled up and floated up from Mortarion's eyes. Skate across and float to the distant water without restraint.

He sank into the River Styx...

——Pluto, answer him! Respond to Mortarion!

In the silent darkness, scarlet flashes.

"Mortarion,"

"Be careful, fate is starting to look back."

Mortarion opened his eyes suddenly. The Lord of Death gasped for breath. He pulled off the gas mask directly. The fresh air from Macragge stung his respiratory tract. He almost fell down. In his dream The last words buzzed in his ears.

He looked up, and the dazzling light almost made him cry. He turned his head and saw Angron leaning over from the desk and pressing one of his shoulders firmly.

Angron was frowning and looking at him with great concern.

Mortarion let out the dying gasp of a consumption patient.

【fine,】

Mortarion said, he took a deep breath, his breathing became calm again, the dim light of the morning shone on him, and the dust was flying,

【Just a nightmare. 】

[Nightmare,] Angron said, and he slowly let go of Mortarion's hand.

[Are you sure it was really a dream? 】

【Yes. 】

Mortarion said as he put on his gas mask again. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Guilliman, who was shocked in the documents. The quill in his hand was trembling.

[When will Machado arrive? 】

Mortarion asked abruptly. Guilliman shook his head slowly,

[It may take some time. 】

...Mortarion thought of those words. Mortarion knew his fate, so...what would be the fate of Guilliman, or rather, Macragge?

The fates that had been messed up began to mix together, forming a more powerful poison.

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"finally reached……"

Pharmacist Raton breathed heavily, spores erupted from his respirator, and Nurglings played at his feet. He bent down and touched the heads of the Nurglings.

"Loving father, wish me success in guiding the lost and rebellious son back to the right path."

He gasped as he spoke, and the Space Marines around him moved away from him in disgust, even though the distance between them was already far enough, and the spores flying in the air formed beautiful small sprays,

"All right,"

Raton said,

"The seven Blessed Ones are already in place. Thanks to Guilliman's mercy, Ultramar is now easily accessible."

The blue-armored Space Marine chuckled. Rodan couldn't tell them apart, but he just needed to know that they had reached an agreement with him.

How strange... Laton thought, they seemed to think they were doing the right thing. Do they know what the real right thing is?

"The Lord of Macragge is too arrogant. His empire is riddled with holes in our eyes. The infiltration is complete and he has lost."

Laton nodded. He suddenly thought of a question.

"Are you a gang?"

His voice disappeared in the wind, and no one answered.

Laton sighed. He felt the scars growing on his sick body and knew that the people he worked with were not competent.

At least, he hasn't been able to distinguish them yet. How many are there?

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Severn huddled himself in the crowd. Helion's poor cabin was crowded and dark. The only lamp was hanging from the ceiling, shining white light.

He came from an agricultural world and was supposed to sail to his cousins ​​in the hive world, but the star torch went out while the ship was sailing.

It was difficult for Severn to describe what exactly happened at that moment. The whole spacecraft jolted violently, and then fell into an endless night. For the first time, he knew that the Geller force field outside the ship would also make a sound similar to the breaking of glass. .

Then there was chaos. People in the lower cabins were crying loudly, crowding together and pushing, and someone was shouting something, but it was not Low Gothic, and Severn couldn't understand it well.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, but it also seems to have only passed for a moment. After all, the time anchoring in the subspace is also achieved by relying on the star torch.

Severn was finally awakened by the loud shouting of a crew member. He woke up in a daze among the sweaty and smelly crowd and was told that the ship had found its direction again and that the great Lord Macragge had saved them!

Then there was a long bumpy ride, and with a sense of poverty and hunger, he pushed and shoved with the crowd into the Helian track plate above Macragge. He crowded into the immigration hall of Helian with hundreds of thousands of refugees. , waiting for the moment to be released.

Severn felt an itch under the curly hair on the back of his head. He scratched it impatiently with his hand. He raised his hand and saw traces of blood embedded in the dirty nails.

Severn cursed under his breath. He came from an agricultural world. Of course he knew what was happening. This body lacked necessary vitamins and it had warned him.

He stretched his hand behind his head again, and vaguely touched three knots growing together under his messy hair.

They are like living creatures.

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