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

Chapter 553 2. Trazyn's letter

"What?" Hades said.

His brain, at this moment, collapsed for a moment.

He could understand the meaning of each word, but when they were connected together, Hades fell into a deafening silence.

What?

What did this kid just call him? What is the son of Hades?

His child - when did he have a child? !

Trazyn rubbed it for him? ? ?

Hades' pupils trembled, he stared at the Space Marine kneeling in front of him, the pale green outlined the dark black armor, and the familiar Death Guard emblem, half of which was replaced by the gear skull of the Mechanicus.

I have to say, it is still in line with Hades' aesthetics...

Wait, now is not the time to entangle this!

Hades took a light breath, although it felt very strange, but he did feel a sense of familiarity and closeness from Blake - just like the most familiar sharp blade in the hands of a warrior.

He could even vaguely know the character of this warrior and feel his emotions, just like Hades should have known.

Well, it's not impossible.

Hades stared at the Space Marines in front of him carefully. These Space Marines were too small for his current size, which made Hades feel that they were very fragile.

In the distance, the emerald green lightning controlled by Hades was still thundering in the sky. His Star God part was far less powerful than the Black Domain, so it could only cover an area and isolate the Tyranids outside the area.

The insects slapped his lightning, which made Hades inexplicably feel like he was using a super-large electric mosquito to slap the insects.

Hades stared at Black Butcher in front of him.

Although there was a dead brother lying behind Black, Hades ignored him for the time being, and his offspring was more important.

"Stand up."

Hades said softly, squatting down at the same time - damn, he was too tall.

He could feel the tension of Black in front of him. Black was very nervous, so nervous that he seemed to have no other emotions.

Hades waited patiently. Anyway, the Black Domain had just been explored. Apart from the bugs, there were only the two people in front of him on the planet.

The kid tried to stand up unsteadily, but failed once because of nervousness or detachment.

Finally, Black Butcher stood up straight. With great courage, Black took a deep breath and looked directly at his father's face.

God...

Black's mind was filled with only this thought. He saw a face of a god with a heroic sculpture on one side and a tyrannical machine on the other. Humans and machines jointly forged Him. The machine's eyes were cold and ruthless, with a rationality that saw through everything.

... No... Pluto is a human...

Ah.

Black's second reaction was that the portrait of Pluto by the great sage Jin was really ugly.

As time passed, for some reason, the images of Pluto gradually became distorted. The great sage Jin and other people who had seen the true face of Pluto tried to repair it - but all failed.

But what caused people to panic even more was that when they recalled, they would find that they could not see the Pluto in their memories at all.

The Hades Bishop speculated that this might be a trait unique to the soulless.

In desperation, they had to try to draw their own paintings based on vague impressions.

The paintings were all ugly... no... or rather concise.

There are countless portraits of Hades circulating among the Sons of Hades. One of the traditions of Hades is to draw the Hades in their own minds. So far, the painting on the champion list was drawn by their combat predecessor, Death Guard Vox.

Vox drew a back view standing in a cornfield, without drawing the face at all.

It is said that Mortarion also participated, but after the painting was finished, Mortarion burned his painting in anger.

Karas Typhon drew a pile of vomit and said that this was what Hades looked like in his mind.

After receiving the images of the predecessors of the Death Guard, the paintings of Hades in Hades were not limited to human forms.

And Blake... The Hades that Blake drew himself was... a piece of completely black paper.

Blake stared at the dark pupils of his gene father, and he realized that he was right.

And now, this eye is staring at Blake with interest.

Hades stared at Black. This frightened little guy had black hair and blue eyes and looked like a German. Well, there was indeed some resemblance between their eyebrows and eyes. He had the illusion that he saw his little cousin.

"Your name is Black Butcher?"

The low voice interrupted Black's daze of staring at his genetic father. Black hurriedly responded and saluted the Sky Eagle again.

"Yes! My Lord!"

Hades sighed, patted his shoulder armor, and stood up. "Don't be so reserved, Black."

Hades realized that Black was too nervous. If this continued, it was estimated that the communication between them would not be very smooth. He planned to let the little guy relax for a while and ask again when he relaxed.

Anyway, he had confirmed that this was indeed his... offspring.

Hades was silent. He seemed to understand how Mortarion viewed the Death Guard.

This was not unacceptable. Hades sighed in his heart. He just didn't expect to become a father as soon as he opened his eyes and closed them.

Hades turned sideways and looked at the planet.

Hmm...Tyran... So he has probably been sleeping for 10,000 years.

The last image in his memory was Trazin trying his best to rescue him on Cadia, and then there was a long period of darkness - there were some fragments in it. He seemed to remember Trazin shaking him up and telling him to get more sun?

Hades lowered his head. He probably changed into his too cool clothes at that time.

He looked up, confused as to why Trazin had dumped him in this place.

Hades thought that Trazin would find a place where chaos was raging to wake him up, but why was he thrown into a worm's nest now?

"Which star sector is this?"

Hades asked casually,

"Near Octareus, my lord."

Hades was silent.

Octarius, his memory told him that this seemed to be the sector where the greenskins and bugs fought each other until the avenues were wiped out.

"Wait, what year is it now?"

"889.M41."

No, the time doesn't match.

However, Hades can also understand that due to his messing up, the Great Rebellion has completely gone off the track, so he probably can't use the expired strategy to cheat now.

Maybe he should be optimistic, Hades sighed. Before he fell into coma, he remembered that Mortarion seemed to be fine, and Guilliman too - well, mainly Guilliman.

As long as Guilliman survives and operates for ten thousand years, no, as long as Guilliman operates for three thousand years, the human empire will be invincible.

He had to ask what was going on in the human empire now.

Of course - not now.

Because he was hungry, very hungry.

Hades tilted his head and looked at Blake, "Are you hungry?"

Blake didn't answer him in time, but swallowed subconsciously.

"Okay, you're hungry too."

Hades happily made a decision for his heir. He bent down and picked up the unconscious Space Marine, golden helmet and blue shoulders. Which chapter is this?

Hades suddenly paused,

Wait, why is the war group still established? !

No... you should believe the originals. Hades had an ominous feeling in his heart, but in the end his hunger overcame his uneasiness.

Carrying the unconscious Space Marine on his shoulders, he strode towards the spot where his bed had fallen, Black trotting after Hades.

"Which warband is he from?"

Hades said casually,

"My father, he is Barry of the Tianshi Chapter, the son of Dorn."

Oh...they are a very unlucky war group.

Leaning against the bed - Hades now felt that the thing looked like a coffin. Hades put Barry down and he briefly checked it. The psyker was not in danger of his life for the time being, he just passed out.

Hades coughed.

The soul of the Think Tank was very tempting, and Hades almost accidentally swallowed it just now.

He put down the think tank and then looked at his bed. Hades was so shocked that he had just visited it and forgot to see what the figure king had left for him.

Well, there is only a bed with the same color as his uncle's shorts.

The base is light green, with a bunch of Q-version little sticks printed on it.

There is also a Q version of the little Shou Shou doll.

Ohho is quite cute. Hades subconsciously picked up the Shou Dou——

But what about his armor and weapons? ! Trazin belongs to you! Where were all his armor and weapons? ? !

As if he knew Hades's inner roar, a letter fell out of the little doll that he was guarding.

Hades opened the letter without hesitation:

[To Hades:

Hello, you freeloader of my other collections, by the time you read this letter, I will have completely run away from you.

I think you must be standing among the bugs and have no idea what the situation is now, so let me make a long story short and give you a brief introduction to your situation.

The first is the IOU.

During the years I took you in, you "ate" me in total:

Void Dragon Fragment*1

Nightbringer Fragment*1

Deceiver Fragment*1 (Turns out, I shouldn’t have fed you this, I’ll explain next)

Stellar*7

…

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Hades flipped through a few pages. The IOU alone was already three pages long. He flipped through it decisively.

【……

Precious metal*N

The soul of an insignificant collection*N

Above, so I hope you can make up for me with the same precious items or information after you wake up.

I didn't want to wake you up and continue to keep you as my collection. In fact, even six thousand years ago, when your black domain suddenly went berserk, I never thought of throwing you away.

But my nemesis Orikan has come to trouble me.

That self-righteous idiot calculated something beyond the prophecy - I'm not saying, he was prophesying, so how could he calculate anything beyond the prophecy?

Just because of his self-righteous prophecy, this idiot spent hundreds of years investigating my whereabouts.

In the end, he succeeded. He found me outside the river and my museum—and naturally he also saw you in the museum.

We had a fight, and thanks to your false emperor, that bell hit that bastard accurately, accurately, and hard, knocking him to the ground.

Then I hit him hard in the face with my fist, rode on top of him and slapped him while he spat at me the garbage in his reactor, and broke the rest of my display cabinets in a most insidious trick.

What ensued was a melee that I won't mention, but all you need to remember is that I saved my museum, my collection - which included you, who was still sound asleep - and me. Orikan was slapped seventeen times.

In the end, this bastard crawled away from my museum, but he went to find other dynasties. His intrusion completely broke the balance I established in the museum, which means...

Your presence is exposed.

With all due respect, to the subspace and other beings, your breath is like the excrement that has been fermented for thousands of years after being discharged from your damn excretory system.

I don't think the rest of my kind wouldn't think anything of you, and - do you remember the Deceiver Shard I fed you?

In fact, I hate that shard so much that I decided to just throw it at you and let you destroy it completely.

But it seems that this also made other fraudster fragments notice you.

A being who can devour and fuse fragments of different C'tans, you are tempting enough even to those who are indifferent to the Warp.

I can cover the eyes of chaos for you, but I am helpless against them, and I realize that other dynasties will notice you, and then they will come to trouble my dynasty, and then my boss will find me.

And I, I am just a helpless museum administrator who slapped Orican seventeen times.

So I decided immediately that it was time for you to wake up and go out to harm other races.

For some reason - in order to avoid the damn prophecy, I had to choose the most insignificant day in the so-called "destiny" and use the chaos caused by Tyranid to conceal your existence.

Now, I guess no one else except Orikan and I have noticed you.

But as long as you leave the star field where Tyranids are raging, or come into contact with other races, your existence will be quickly exposed.

Although I believe that you no longer care about the existence of any chaos, you must know that since you fell asleep for ten thousand years, there is not only chaos in the galaxy.

In fact, this is also to clear the relationship between me and you. I advise you to come out of the shadow of Tyran later so that I can win the lawsuit——

Yes, in order to prevent the madman Orican from biting me, I decided to kill him first. I will go to the court and point out to all the Necrontyr that this damn bastard broke into the house again.

The court has installed an anti-time rewind device because this guy used time rewind while litigating last time. This time I will definitely win.

That's it, I'm going to file a lawsuit. As your creditor and breeder within ten thousand years, I hope you will stay in this star field for at least one year.

There is not much human civilization left in this star field, but I believe you can survive.

Because time is urgent, I don't have time to get weapons and armor for you, but you have learned how to use black stone. You can make a set on your own bed.

Good luck.

——Your creditor, Trazin.

PS. Remember to pay off your debt as soon as possible

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Hades' hand holding the letter trembled slightly.