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

Chapter 531 4.49 Sitting on the Black Stone under the Black Stone Tower

"I have to be a wise man even if I die..."

Hades was lying on the ground, muttering to himself, his eyes empty, staring at the tall and sharp dome inside the black stone obelisk.

After making up his mind, Trazin decisively took Hades to the black stone obelisk that was closest to them and was still operational.

Hades was thrown into a corner of the operating room by Trazin, who went to debug the equipment. Hades turned around and saw the dead Sage Kirkland standing next to him.

Kirkland stood there, his mechanical body was scorched, and no trace of the red cloth was left, but the metal around him was re-melted and dripped into a new black robe, while nailing him to the spot.

Hades looked at Kirkland's expressionless mechanical face, then he lowered his eyes and saw that the black stone spear in Kirkland's hand had been completely dissolved into the black stone circuits.

With just one glance, Hades understood what was happening.

In order to forcefully activate the Blackstone Obelisk, Kirkland chose to forcibly connect the fracture from the outside world.

The Black Stone Obelisk was successfully activated, but at the same time, the overloaded energy of the obelisk also took away Kirkland's life.

The only thing Hades doesn't understand is that the Blackstone Spear is the weapon of the Word Bearers - has Kirkland already achieved such great popularity among the Word Bearers? Or was this stolen by the sage himself?

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

Hades sighed. He struggled to sit up and leaned against the wall. He examined the sage's body with blurred vision. Kirkland's body was made by him. After so long, Kirkland still didn't have it. "Iterate" on it.

Sages generally update and iterate their bodies very quickly. For example, with Jin-306, the little guy hiding behind him in the past has become a behemoth unit.

Since this body was made by Hades, it was easier for him to detect. Hades silently stretched out his hand and began to manually disassemble the parts.

Find something to do before you die... or before you go to bed.

There's not much I can do now anyway.

Hades knew that his broken body could not even defeat the mortal auxiliary army now, and the black realm was also out of control - his body was re-adapting to the black realm, and the black realm was also receding obediently, returning to to his command.

There are two ways in front of Hades. One is to escape, survive first, and then wait for him to return to his peak; the other is to plug himself into a large power bank later and deliver it to everyone present. Go to hell.

The little good news is that Hades is good at both options.

After briefly analyzing the battle situation, Hades decided to break out with everyone.

Although there are hundreds of millions of creatures in the Obscure Star Territory, there are also legions fighting fiercely, including the Death Guard, Ultramarines, and World Eaters...

Hades coughed violently, and he turned his head to prevent blood spray from spraying onto Kirkland in front of him, but in fact, he had almost no blood to cough up.

He feels sorry for them, he feels sorry for them...

Hades suddenly thought that the operations in his hands had not stopped, and he continued to dismantle Kirkland's thinking engine... He could also restore his personality...

Hades' hand paused,

What he was doing now felt more like hypocrisy than the atrocity that followed, but he just couldn't stop doing it, like he was looking for something to do for himself.

Hades knew, better than anyone else, that their enemy was Chaos.

If he leaves directly, the dark side of the Empire will never be peaceful. Even if the four gods are now weak, they will soon become strong again if half the galaxy falls into the warp.

The waves of the Warp will follow the Eye of Terror, eroding the bright side of the Imperium.

And this - this is what the Four Gods are happy to see.

Hades continued to deduce. The only person whose condition he was unclear about now was the Emperor. The Star Torch was extinguished, and he was not sure whether the Emperor was okay.

But according to Trazin's observations of the webway, the Lord of Mankind should have a higher health volume now.

Can Neos directly shut down the psychic wave from the dark side of the Empire without relying on necromancy technology?

Hades thought about it for a while and felt that it might be possible to sit on the throne with a 10,000-year-old bone, but now, the emperor who had part of his faith swallowed up by Hades could not.

So... in fact, the moment the dark side of the empire was revealed, the Four Gods had already won most of their game.

If they successfully seal Hades again - then for the four gods, this game will be a real win.

Unfortunately, they were still one move away from each other and miscalculated Luo Jia's move.

And Luojia... Hades's eyes were blank. Did the emperor already start arranging this chess game from the beginning of the Perfect City?

Chaos also had remedies for the chaos caused by Luojia's jump, but Hades made another completely unexpected move -

Trazin.

Hades trembled and took a deep breath. He looked towards the figure king in the distance who was cursing and arranging various equipment. When he first met Trazin and talked nonsense, Hades never expected this scene today. .

The emergence of Trazin gave Hades another option, closing the Eye of Terror to slowly fish out the dark side of the Empire that had been stranded on the waves of the Warp.

At the same time, during the process of closing the Eye of Terror, if the timing is good, Hades should be able to give the four gods and one god a mouthful.

Chaos... Chaos... Hades thought. He successfully took out Kirkland's thinking engine. Some lines were broken and parts were damaged, but most of them were still intact. Kirkland still found a way to protect himself at the last moment. Personality Model Block – This Old Dog.

Hades suddenly coughed and laughed. No matter who killed him, Kirkland would not necessarily die. This sage was very shrewd.

He smiled and looked at this small piece of storage. The guy who was greedy for life and afraid of death... The smile on the corner of Hades's mouth faded.

He turned his head and stared at Kirkland's dead body, which looked like a statue.

In this star field...the only "person" who survives will be Kirkland.

This is the first person to "die".

Hades sighed, carefully wiped the thought storage block in his hand, and decided to give it to Trazin later, so that Trazin could hand it over to the Empire.

After finishing this work, Hades sat sideways against the wall, his hands hanging down.

Darkness enveloped Hades's face. He tilted his head slightly, listening to the explosions outside. If he didn't perceive the mistake correctly, more and more ammunition was being poured onto Cardia.

The fleet battle in Cadian orbit is almost over.

Hades took a deep breath.

And the sign of its end will be a cyclone torpedo landing in Cadia.

Hoping that it was still in time, Hades once again looked at Trazin, who was almost crazy. He knew that at this moment, there were dozens or hundreds of Trazin's clones debugging black stone obelisks on other planets. .

Trust your invincible alien friend.

Hades thought jokingly that even if there was not enough time, the almighty Trazin would initiate a time pause - he just didn't know what kind of contract Malcador had made with the Figure King.

Hmm...Hades thought that Malcador wouldn't sign a black slave contract for Mortarion and sell it to the figure king, right?

Not bad... Hades thought silently, at least Mortarion can't die.

Hades didn't even have to think about it. Now, in the fierce battle over Cadia, Mortarion must be involved.

And he will end his life himself.

And the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

Guilliman, Angron, Garro, Vox, Karn...some with names, some without names, some he knew, some he didn't know.

Those who are willing to accept death and those who are not.

People died, many people died, many, many, many people died.

Hades wanted to cough when he thought of this, but he held back.

The price of all this will be the return of half the galaxy and the long-term weakness of the four gods.

In exchange for more lives.

From beginning to end, the enemies of Hades and the Emperor were Chaos, the Four Gods.

For them, the judgment of "win or lose" is never the outcome of the actual battlefield.

Hades was silent. At both ends of the scale, the life that survived was greater than the life that died, and hope was greater than despair——

He made this deal!

Hades took a deep breath. He thought of the Emperor. It is estimated that the Lord of Mankind has done this kind of multiple-choice question countless times.

However, this time it was him.

Hades respects every life, but he is also merciless.

Being soft-hearted will bring greater sacrifices. Hades never hesitates in front of concise and objective mathematical ratio problems.

This galaxy only recognizes logic, it does not judge winning or losing based on emotions.

Trazin came over, looking like everything was ready. Hades tried to struggle to get up, but Trazin did not help him, and just watched indifferently.

"The last choice," Trazin said, his tone now completely cold, the mechanical eyes flashing with a ruthless green light, and half of his face being blown apart made him even more hideous.

Trazyn is like a true, Necron stereotype now,

"You can choose to leave with me now, Hades, and you don't have to worry about them - this is the empire's business. You don't need to make this choice, and you don't have to bear this choice."

Hades stood up tremblingly, holding on to the wall. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but fortunately he did not slip the Kirkland Sage's thinking block to the ground. The small block was still securely in his hand.

Hades asked tremblingly,

"Tarrazin, did you hate the Silent King at that time?"

The Silent King, the leader of the Necrons, is the bastard who ordered the Necrontyr to conduct biotransformation experiments and convert them all into Necron.

Trazin's coldness just now was gone. Hades almost jumped angrily when he saw Trazin,

"You fucking asked me this?!"

Trazin suddenly stepped forward and wanted to grab Hades' collar, but the height difference between the two made him give up. So Trazin did not hesitate to pull out a piece of flesh from the hole in Hades's chest. Forcing Hades to bend down and look directly into his eyes.

Hades made a gasping sound from his mouth - it hurt.

"That's a bastard! Hades, listen up!!!"

Trazin said loudly and righteously,

"That's a blind and arrogant bastard, the number one genocide dealer in the galaxy! You are different from him - that bastard at least never cares -"

Trazin's voice trembled, electric and electric, "At least he has never empathized with us! Empathized with the slaves under his feet! He has never faced death head-on - you don't understand! You don't understand !”

The Necrontyr is a race with distinct classes. The superiors can kill as many race heroes as they want for entertainment, depending on their mood that day.

Hades gasped and said quickly,

"Okay, I understand. Please let go of my lungs and air tube first. What I mean is..."

Trazin suddenly released Hades' lung tube, and Hades breathed a long sigh of relief. Under the severe pain, he almost fainted again. Hades continued,

"Well, I know the price of what I've done."

He swallowed a mouthful of blood, and Trazin stared at him with a cold light in his eyes, but said nothing.

Hades smiled, "Just a tyrant."

Hades scratched his head. It was probably because of Trazin's injury just now that he finally lost the last drop of blood. He is now under the special buff of the Death Guard——

[Reflection: You are unwilling to compromise with death. Standing on the line of death, you feel good and even want to dance. 】

"By the way," Hades said. He stretched out his hand and handed Trazin the Kirkland Block in his hand. "Give me Jin-306. You know who he is."

Hades believed that Trazin was definitely rolling his eyes, but unfortunately the mechanical body couldn't express it.

Trazin took the cube and said coldly, "Plus one for the collection, okay, Hades, sit on it."

The Figure King pointed to the seat he had temporarily built out of black stone. The shape of the seat resembled a plastic food stall chair. Countless green-light pipes protruded from the hollows on the back of the chair and were inserted into the towering black stone square. In the obelisk.

The corner of Hades's mouth twitched,

He realized that in the Warhammer world, there were toilets to sit on, which was a blessing.

Hades swallowed blood unconsciously again. To some extent, the Blackstone Stall Chair inspired his PTSD, "Okay..."

Hades sat on it as if he were dead. It took more courage than he imagined. Trazin helped him connect the pile of tubes. The figure king stabbed those tubes directly into the flesh without mercy, and again It was a long period of torture, but fortunately Hades was alive.

"Jaghatai Khan is fighting with Magnus. I have informed him to leave -" Trazin put a pot-like cover on Hades' head, and Hades' world was shrouded in darkness. "But I think that in this case... it is better to let them enjoy the fun of fighting in the last moment before death."

Hades' trembling voice sounded,

"Are you almost ready?"

"No," Trazin replied mercilessly, "There will still be a while - the process that needs to keep you alive is far more complicated than letting you explode directly. Just wait for me."

Hades laughed dryly.

Trazin suddenly stood up and stared at Hades. In the long silence, Trazin suddenly realized something.

"Are you afraid and regretful, Hades?"

The Figure King asked in surprise, and Hades spoke directly,

"This would happen to anyone else. I just hope you take action quickly before I collapse from the pain."

Hades smiled, "But I'm more resistant to beatings and won't fall down easily."

Trazin cursed, but Hades didn't understand it because it was the language of the Necrontyr.