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

Chapter 588 37. Hunger

“It’s always scary to lose control.”

King said, like a wanderer bidding farewell to the money shop, he stared at Butz, and in the distance, Kirkland hummed a tune and ran towards the ship.

"I know," Buz said, and Jin would stay and fight the Bonecrusher with Yarrick, while making sure Yarrick didn't see any strange greenskins.

Kim shook his head.

"You are all children," said the Mechanicus, "and have not experienced that... Kirkland was on a pilgrimage across the galaxy at the time, and he did not see it."

Buzz's eyes were obscure. He was still immersed in the shocking reality where the father of digestion genes transformed into a green-skin lord and led the green-skins to launch a big WAAAGH.

"…The Pale Lord?"

Butz whispered the name, and a meaningful ellipse clicked on King's display.

"That experience..."

Mortarion's first loss of control...

Dark, lonely corpse corpse, corpse corpse corpse corpse, corpse corpse, attacking each other's deadly fog, the monsters, actively sacrificing Morag's death, which was stopped by Karas, who was stopped by Walker The awakening of the Lord...

... Regret and fear surging like ocean waves, the last struggle before falling into the abyss...

The Primarch revered by millions was nothing but a prisoner of the powers of the Warp.

After that, the Pale Lord no longer concentrated on construction. He had more urgent things to do. His own condition was deteriorating. He was being infiltrated, engulfed, and driven by authority, instinct, and desire. He lost his memory, Personality, reason, ideals and original intentions.

Jin thought that Mortarion never wanted to experience the feeling of losing control.

Jin said slowly, "It's better to wait for the Pale Lord himself to tell you, but I believe that you may experience another one..."

Jin paused;

"Miracle, or disaster?"

Jin shook his head, "No matter what, you have to go and experience it for yourself."

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boom! ! !

The Tyranids collided with the greenskins' building. Fire exploded and gunpowder smoke spread everywhere. The huge and bloated building slowly collapsed, throwing up countless black smoke.

The swarms of insects roared, struggled and tore at each other, trampling over the quiet corpses of the greenskins, completely abandoning discipline, and driven by the most primitive instinct, they bit each other, with hunger always being the first driving force.

He is hungry.

The essence of life is to devour.

...devour...devour...devour...

The murmur sounded in Hades's ears, soft and seductive, as if resonating from the depths of his soul.

Too bad he has no soul.

The driving force of life comes from eating.

The long and ferocious scythe dragged the ground, and lightning swirled violently around his side. Hades slowly raised his other hand and took off his hood.

The darkness dissipated, revealing his pale and sinister face.

The violent beast roared and rushed towards him, and the sickle wind drew out the full moon, making a rustling sound!

……hunger……

He could endure fatigue, he could endure illness, he could endure never-ending responsibilities... but he could not tolerate hunger.

This was the first hardship he endured when he came to this world.

The ever barren Barbarus...

After three years of famine, people died of hunger everywhere.

………………

"I'm not hungry,"

Hades scratched his head and looked at Herrera sheepishly,

Herrera showed a malicious smile, lowered her voice,

"I know that you and Karas went to another village to borrow food today. It must not be for you two to eat, right?"

Hades coughed twice in embarrassment. The original body was the kind that could chew through an acre of land if left in the field, and then be pulled up by the roots and eaten up.

"Eat, eat, if it weren't for you," Herrera put the porridge into Hades's hand. She looked back at her sister in the room, "I don't know if we would have survived."

The bowl in his hand was slightly hot. Looking at the porridge that was obviously not pot water, Hades swallowed.

…He was really hungry.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

He raised the bowl.

The warm liquid in his mouth exuded a reassuring feeling, although it smelled of alien blood. Hades roughly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the broken chitin carapace stabbed his face.

"tasty."

His palate, which had been completely destroyed by Barbarus, apparently agreed with this.

Hades said, blinking and stepping over Tyran's corpse, the scythe in his hand like a fang.

...swallow...

He looked at the land with no harvest, he looked at the sky that was surrounded by fog all year round. There was never enough food... the bowls were scraped clean again and again, and the farmland failed to harvest season after season. Despair was long and slow. .

That slow, long hunger.

Food is always the most precious.

Above the void, the green-skinned space stations that had lost ground control were crashing into each other out of control. Above the dim light of the Yingying planet, within a safe distance, the Tyranid mothership was floating quietly.

It's thinking.

All psionic command through the warp has failed...

Immediately afterwards, a new batch of biological capsules was delivered.

In the void, countless fleets are gathering, and blazing flames are flashing on one of the ships.

[Hungry,] said the Deceiver, [immerse yourself in the most primitive pain and desire, the logic of this world is to devour, Hades. ]

Even the Star Gods rely on devouring to survive, devouring energy, devouring souls, and devouring each other.

The biopod screamed and cut through the atmosphere, and the greenskins who were still alive screamed for the black boss and jumped onto the black smoke bomber.

The bomber hit the biological cabin indiscriminately in the air, and chunks of flesh and blood exploded bloody, causing a chaotic rain of metal and blood in the sky.

The wind howled fiercely.

Pheromones were released in the form of gas particles. The leading node creature waved in strange postures, and its film-like wings soared, but did not fly. Instead, they lit up with a bright yellow warning color, rubbed harshly, and screamed.

The newly arrived insect swarms began to gather.

The densely packed insect swarms covering the ground began to gather together in the form of an army. The invisible black tide surged under their feet. These soulless insects whispered to each other, exchanging information with each other clumsily but gradually adapting.

After a short cry, the Tyranids launched an attack.

The monster that was crawling beside the insect corpse and eating slowly raised its head.

He dropped the scythe and raised his hand, violent arcs of electricity rose up, darkness began to cover him, and silver droplets floated.

The thunder fell, and among the green lightning, the aroma of roasting meat filled your nostrils.

The clouds began to gather.

……hunger……

Hades blinked. He stared at the roasted horse meat in his hand, and his saliva flowed downwards.

He had been coveting the horses in the village for a long time, but unfortunately the villagers wouldn't let him use them.

The grunt of the guy Karas came, trying to get a kebab at a bad price, but Hades was unmoved.

On the other side, the original body, who had never eaten anything good, looked straight.

Thick clouds cover the sky, and among the layers of white clouds, muffled thunder rolls, and the thunder roars like a dragon, hitting the swarms of insects crowding the earth.

Countless biological capsules fell like rain, and when they passed through the clouds, they turned into a raging rain of fire, lighting up the night like meteors.

With its long and sharp legs raised, the mountain-like Insect Saint slowly stood up. It screamed, bright and hot plasma gathered, and a light cluster like a small car shone.

The plasma burst that pierced the darkness! Shoot straight towards that slow monster!

On the other side where darkness and thunder gathered, the space was slightly distorted, and the dimness that was different from the invisible darkness came, blocking the gaze of the insects directed at him.

The plasma screamed through thousands of spaces, passing through the other end, but it seemed as if nothing hit it.

The Insect Saint neighed and subconsciously took half a step back. It shook its huge head, trying to find the enemy. The slow transmission of information with its kind made it even more uncomfortable.

The dark clouds rolled, one end of the electric dragon emerged, and the ground beneath their feet began to tremble. The light brought by the constant sun was quickly swallowed up by the clouds and mist. A swirling darkness enveloped the Tyranids, hiding the enemy's figure.

[You feel hungry,]

The deceiver said, "The slow rolling hunger makes you angry." ]

[You have come so far and for so long, but even your original, insignificant, and only wish of your own has not been realized. ]

...Nothing is harvested...

Hades, who was still a child, stood on tiptoes and glanced at the rice vat. There was nothing at the bottom of the vat that had accumulated dust.

He began to understand the old people who used to hoard food at home.

This is a magnificent world, but it cannot feed him.

Cracks climbed up the earth, cracking like dry farmland, the magma deep in the planet was rolling, and heat was rising from the ground.

He is very hungry.

The poor spiritual connection of the Tyranids was completely unable to satisfy him. Those thin bugs did not have a full and full soul in their bodies.

He needed to eat something else, or keep eating, his appetite was growing, and after waking up, he was never truly full.

The greenskins who were still alive fell into the gap in the earth, and darkness quickly enveloped them.

not enough.

Not enough, he thought, not at all.

His tentacles reached into the starry sky, and the devouring gave him the power to conquer the rules. Brilliant balls of light emerged from the void space and fell towards the ships that were continuously producing Tyranids.

This made him hungrier.

In a daze, he saw something. Using radio waves, Hades issued his own order.

Hades began to miss those years when there was plenty of food. It was a wonderful time... hazy and distant.

He was standing in the restaurant.

Hades blinked. He was sitting at the dining table. In front of him was a spoofed Mona Lisa. The woman's face was completely painted black, like a bottomless black hole.

Mona Lisa was looking at him with a smile.

Hades picked up the knife and fork skillfully. There were sliced ​​green mushrooms placed between the white ceramic plates. The stems were thick and the caps exuded a charming aroma. They looked like they were well cared for and planted.

On the other side, the buzzing insects made unpleasant sounds, and only a little juice could be squeezed out of their fat bodies, which made Hades even more dissatisfied.

He waved his hands, trying to shoo them away.

Wondering if Mortarion was there, or Magnus, Hades thought blankly. It seemed like he hadn't seen them for a long time. Are they okay? He felt hungry.

The radio waves are pulsating.

Lightning and flames lit up.

He was hidden in the darkness.

The Tyranids hissed and roared, and he watched them disperse and gather again in panic, like a real, panicked swarm of insects, and he watched the insects,

Every Tyranid was looking for him, how could they find him? The C'tan has the ability to distort reality, and only the technology of the Necron can give a glimpse of its figure...or maybe a glimpse from the Warp, but the dark tide is rolling, and the Warp looks away displeased.

This is the miracle created by the crazy fantasy of the lord of mankind.

The combination of the Star God who controls the laws of physics and the black hole that swallows the subspace. Did the former Emperor really believe in the monster he created?

The Deceiver chuckled, the Warp Demigod and his promises seemed so feeble at this moment.

He teased the Burner fragments that had long lost their minds, deceived the Tyranids in illusions, and placed them in the right position.

Of course... there is also a little surprise...

When the deceiver saw those two cuties, this was the final blow to Pluto's loss of humanity. He had been completely immersed in desire. The deceiver received the radio waves from the ground.

[...Blake Butcher, bring Magnus over here. ]

The Deceiver saw the two-person farce on the green-skinned boat. The Jackal God raised his hand, the curtain thickened, and Magnus, who had turned into stone again, hit the deck with a clang.

Blake bent down and picked up the psychic stone.

Mingzi held the wound on his abdomen as he slowly but firmly walked towards the shuttle parked on the deck.

Magnus's desperate cry still echoes,

[There is something wrong with Hades’s current state! ! ! Blake——! He would not give such an order when he was awake! ! ! 】

Blake's steps never stopped,

[What is the difference between you and those descendants who followed the Primarch after his fall? ! Blake? ! Blake Butcher? ? ! ! ! 】

[I have discussed with you before that something is wrong with Hades's state - you know what state he is in now - why do you still-! ! ! 】

Blake pushed open the hatch with difficulty and sat in.

【Foolish loyalty! ! ! ! ] The red giant roared.

Blake started the engine, the thrusters roaring.

The fraudster smiled, surprised.

He witnessed the massacre of the Tyranids. The earth cracked open, and giant insects like saints were caught between the cracks, struggling to fall into the magma. Lightning, fire pillars and darkness jointly harvested these insects, and their numerous numbers continued to be consumed. It does not provide energy for it.

Just above the soulless green-skinned corpse, dreamlike light balls kept appearing between the Tyranid fleets, pulling them towards the earth.

After a violent jolt, the Tyranid ship carrying the Deceiver and the Burner began to sink slowly.

They fell to the earth together.

……………………

There was a knock on the door.

Hades, who was holding the bowl, hesitated.

"Come in," he said, concentrating on the bowl in his hand.

A strange face came in. He sat opposite Hades, wrapped in golden satin.

[are you hungry? ]

The Deceiver asked.

Hades raised his eyes casually and glanced at him as if he was crazy, without saying a word.

[I'm curious, what do I taste like? ]

said the fraudster.

[I just devour. ]

Hades said.

[I can't taste it. ]

[The first priority of survival is to survive, taste is just an additional existence. ]

[I just want to survive and prosper my race. ]

The Deceiver stared at Hades, [But you are hungry now. ]

Hungry to the point of being eaten back by appetite.

Hades stared into his bowl,

[I need to survive first. ]

The Deceiver looked at the earth that was beginning to burn. The black stone cage he was attached to began to disintegrate. He heard the roar of the Burner and the Tyranids screaming in the flames.

[You shouldn’t be called Pluto, that’s the civilization and meaning imposed on you by lower-level creatures,]

The fraudster said,

[Just like they insist on calling me, you should call me...]

[The Great Devourer. ]