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

Chapter 715 163. Who is the son of Hades? !

"This may be an accident..."

Hades said guiltily, and the stones falling from his head made his already guilty words more like mumbling.

Around him, countless active metals condensed, opening a path for this group of people who were ascending in the sky. The earth's crust cracked automatically, earth dragons dived, and the earth trembled.

Given the size of Sanguinius, they definitely couldn't go back the way they came, so they unanimously decided to let Hades dig directly up.

——This strategy was not used when he came before, because he was worried that the imprisonment seal would be broken in advance, which would affect Angron, who was guarding Sanguinius.

[You mean you accidentally fell into a greenskin clan, accidentally decided to become their leader, and accidentally allowed them to evolve? 】

Beneath Hades, Angron, who was holding his feet and hanging in the air, raised his eyebrows humorously.

[My friend, I thought you had developed a relationship with those greenskins. You can just say it, Waldo is not here now. 】

Valdor, the Custodian, rejected the choice of hanging at the feet of Hades/Mortarion. The Lord of the Custodes stated that he would return the same way, and everyone voted unanimously to agree.

[Angron, don't let me spit on you. 】

Mortarion said from diagonally below on the other side. He was holding Guilliman's shoulder armor with both hands, while Guilliman was holding Sanguinius.

Mortarion slowly rose in a strange bowing posture, his wings flapping, and Angron was sure that he saw the updraft of spiritual energy under the wings of the Pale Lord.

Thanks to Mortarion's super carrying capacity, he can carry the two original bodies into the air for a long time - but this is just a trivial matter to Mortarion. Compared with the other beings, Guilliman and Sanguinius It doesn't add up to much weight.

Angron pondered for a moment,

[Mortarion? 】

He looked at the Pale Lord, thoughtfully,

[Long time no see... Your condition is much better than I imagined. 】

[I would be better off if you didn't use your bright light-like perception to detect me. 】

Angron smiled and withdrew part of his exploration.

【so,】

Guilliman said carefully,

[Now there is an army of Khorne on Baal, as well as a powerful greenskin force. 】

Guilliman felt the weight of Sanguinius in his hands. He felt extremely speechless and puzzled by Hades's behavior. Normally, Guilliman would have immediately sternly rebuked this behavior. It was extremely ridiculous and Unreasonable behavior.

But now...

Sanguinius's breathing was weak but steady. Guilliman knew that Hades had done them a big favor. Hades could have scolded Guilliman and Angron for their stupidity a thousand years ago——

But apart from Mortarion's occasional yin and yang, the two Barbarians from the Death Guard still fully supported him in his actions.

In this vast galaxy, no one is completely correct.

Guilliman sighed inwardly.

He knew Hades' worries. He raised his eyes and looked at Angron above him, and completed the vote in an instant.

What can they do?

As if Mortarion had forgiven them, they decided to turn a blind eye to a greenskin who shouted "For Hades!"

At least now they shouldn't continue to put pressure on Hades and the others.

[It will be more difficult to finish the work afterwards,]

Guilliman commented calmly,

[But I have experience with this...you don't have to worry too much about this. 】

On Sanguinius's Ascension Day, hundreds of millions of people underwent memory erasure or physical erasure.

Hades was silent. He was very grateful to Guilliman and Angron for their help. He was not puzzled (perhaps, but they didn't intend to say it out), but immediately chose to help him destroy the evidence.

"A good man has a safe life."

Hades said sincerely, and he heard Mortarion's sneer.

[But I still have a question,]

Guilliman's voice continued to sound,

[The armies of Khorne and the Greenskins are both psychic. Can you quickly deal with them? 】

"The psychic fields and magnetic fields on Baal are now in a state of riot - I can clear the psychic bodies near me, but precise positioning over long distances may require the assistance of the Hades."

Hades said that although he was calm on the surface, there was a hint of despair in his heart. He could make his enemy die physically, but his enemy could also make him die sociologically.

He raised his head and stared at the surface. As long as the magnetic storm on Baal subsided for a moment, he would immediately throw Angron to Mortarion and then physically teleport up.

Please.

Hades was shouting in his heart, don't let him die! ! !

His dark history at that time cannot be hidden!

Thinking back to the past, a chill and goosebumps crawled up Hades' spine.

It felt so good to shout WAAAGH back then, but it feels so miserable to cry now.

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"Incisor,"

Blake's voice was as calm as stagnant water, but underneath it seemed to be rolling lava.

…………

The moment he discovered the green-skinned enemy attack, the old man Butz immediately asked Black to go to the Holy Church alone, while Butz decided to lead the Son of Hades and the Hades combined army to go far away.

According to common sense, this is extremely inconsistent with the regulations, allowing a soldier to travel alone across a long blood-mist desert, with Khorne warriors wandering along the way.

Ordinary space warriors may not even be able to successfully reach their destination, but Black didn't hesitate at all. After throwing Buz, who was covering his mouth, over his shoulder, Black picked up the battle ax given to him by his father, turned around and stepped into the endless blood. Desert.

Blake felt something boiling in his blood, his ice blue eyes sparkling, and he seemed to hear the thunderous waaaagh in the sky.

After leaving the Octarius sector, Blake had never experienced this feeling so clearly again.

The battle ax in his hand was cheering with his pulse. Blake knew what he was going to do. On this desert, he ran and ran wildly.

Running towards his own battle.

He knew what he was going to win.

After leaving the Octalius sector, the Gene Father set his sights in a longer-term direction. The returning son was no longer looked at. After a brief period of consternation, Pluto shaped his own battle group into a good one. Used sickle.

But the frequency of their attendance was reduced. They stayed at the feet of Hades for a long time, accompanying the Ultramarines who picked up their quills, and shuttled between documents and archives.

They will also experience war, but they will still be under the darkness of Pluto. Pluto cherishes them, so they will not be attrited, but will be put into the battlefield more accurately and efficiently.

Most of the brothers in the war group are extremely satisfied with this kind of muddled life. They fight, they approve documents, and they enjoy life.

But Black would never go along with them.

Blake Butcher believed that his comrades would burst out with amazing combat effectiveness and cohesion when necessary, but their life goals were too casual and their life style was too relaxed.

If the war group hadn't chosen these people, and if wars hadn't been frequent in this galaxy, most of the people in Mingzi might not have chosen to become warriors at all. They would have been engineers, farmers, workers, blacksmiths... but they would never have been A son of Hades.

Black couldn't fit in.

In this regard, Buz Bella, who often beat him, could have something in common with Black.

"I don't understand."

Blake said that he looked at his comrades who had agreed to go to the market on their day off. They were noisily counting the discounts on crops in that area and preparing to use fresh produce as a gift.

The Space Marines went to grab the food, and they were being a little too unreasonable.

\u0026quot;You don't need to understand,\u0026quot;

Bella said casually, "Holiday?" Holidays are for little ones! His dignified former imperial regent naturally did not have such cheap and low-level things.

"Everyone has their own goals and ways of living. If the goals can be successfully completed, you don't have to force them - this is the wisdom and kindness of Pluto."

Buz picked up another piece of paper, blinked suddenly, and turned the pen in his hand.

"How are you going to live your life? I remember that the warrior career plan you submitted last year seemed to have received a zero."

Son of Pluto, plan your life regularly so that your life will not be confused.

Of course, if you want to confuse the war group, there will be no forced interference.

How does he want to live...

Blake Butcher was silent.

His straightforward life consisted of fighting and survival until the [Bullet of Destiny] popped his fate out of the frame.

He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew which part of his past he most wanted to return to.

"Follow Hades..."

Blake muttered quietly, then suddenly said firmly,

"fighting."

He wants to fight until Hades sees him completely and realizes his fighting power.

Rather than looking away hastily.

He wants...he wants to become a more powerful warrior than the leader of the Legion, Karas Typhon.

Black asked himself to become the subordinate of Hades, the ultimate limit of mortals.

………………

"Black Butcher, you are still alive."

Incisor said in surprise, looking at Black's Space Marine helmet and the Sons of Hades logo on the shoulder pads.

His front teeth suddenly froze, and the green-skinned man winked slyly.

"I should have thought earlier that humans... Boss Black's favorite descendant, of course you are a human."

"Yes, I'm alive."

Blake said calmly, he reached out and took off his helmet——

During the years when he was disguised as a greenskin, he never took off his helmet. For more than a year, his sweat dripped in the narrow space and dried up again.

The rough wind mixed with blood blew across his cheeks.

This is a face similar to Pluto, but not as similar as other Plutos.

The pitch-black short hair was like pricking wolf hairs, and the ice-blue eyes were filled with flames under the glacier.

It's a pretty sharp face, uncompromising, uncompromising.

Blake slowly pulled out the chain from his waist, and the chain, as thick as an ordinary person's forearm, rattled.

For a moment, the incisor stared at Blake Butcher, and Blake stared at it. They fell into the quagmire of memories at the same time, and in the distant horizon, the war continued.

The air seemed to have solidified.

"You look like you're doing fine."

Incisor said, his eyes licking Buz's armor again and again like a wild beast,

"He recognized you just because of your race, didn't he?"

Black slowly wound the chain, ensuring that one end of the chain was connected to the battle ax and the other end was tightly tied to his arm armor.

"I really don't understand his philosophy and kindness,"

Blake said, breathing hot breath from his mouth.

He wanted to call out that simple and deafening word, but he couldn't, not now, not here.

He is the son of Hades.

"But I know I will be his best warrior - I know what I want to be, I want to be a slayer of hundreds of millions, and he recognizes me because I am good at fighting."

Big Fang sneered and shook his head. It felt the surging power even more, and it drew its heavy sword.

Back in the year of Octares, it and the Black Butcher would always meet in the finals of each ring competition.

This is a very tough enemy.

This idea made Big Fang even more WAAAAAAGH!

"He promotes logistics and firepower support - only the strength of a race can launch a waaagh of world destruction."

Big Fang said, raising his hand to signal its tall and strong boys to retreat.

On the other side, under the leadership of other greenskin leaders, a big chaos waaaaagh! has already begun.

"You are right,"

Black said, he opened his mouth and stuck the chain between his teeth - he was worried that he would shout those words instinctively, so he decided not to let himself speak.

The taste of iron was like completely solidified blood, filling the entire mouth, and the teeth hit the metal, making a sharp whistle of metal friction.

Just before his tongue was completely pressed down by the iron chain and he could not speak, Black raised his battle axe and muttered incoherently,

"But I will chop off your head - come and fight!!!"

"WAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!"

The green-skinned behemoth suddenly ran! It rushed towards the black butcher like a small knight!

Black swung his axe violently, and the cold light of the axe jumped out of the air in a beautiful arc!

"Damn, who is the green skin among you?!!!"

Standing aside, watching the whole scene in a daze, Karas Typhon roared, but the psychic's movements in his hands did not slack off at all, and the power of psychic energy gathered in his palms.

In mid-air, Black's axe suddenly stagnated and stopped suddenly, as if his battle axe was stuck in mid-air.

Without any hesitation, Black immediately tightened the iron chain and kicked the ground! Using the force to pull himself up and swing out! The heavy black helmet was like a dragon swimming in the air, and its half-ton weight was suspended in the air under the huge force!

Blake barely avoided the brutal collision of the big front teeth, and his figure crossed a small half circle in the air.

He drew out the Gaussian annihilation gun from his waist smoothly, and shot directly at the back of his head as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times!

Swish!

The ray blessed by Hades himself rushed straight to the back of the green skin's head like a python! On the other side, Karas shouted suddenly and raised his hand to weaken the psychic barrier on the opposite side!

The sound of breaking sounded in the air, and some invisible barrier was broken, WAAAAGH!!! The big front teeth roared, and the seemingly reckless and clumsy head turned at the last moment!

The python brushed past his ears! Just one centimeter away!

At the same time, a sharp wind suddenly hit from above! A black shadow suddenly kicked at the greenskin's brain, and the iron chain in Black's hand rustled, and the connected battle axe flew towards the greenskin's head!

The iron chain in Black's mouth made a crisp sound, and his eyes were wide open, full of fighting spirit!

The big front teeth squatted flexibly, and in an instant, he heard a dull sound of hitting the ground, but then heard the sound of breaking through the air again when he kicked the ground - the black butcher was much more difficult to deal with than before!

But this was not the credit of the black butcher alone. The big front teeth suddenly turned his head to look at Karas. The cunning human wizard stood in the distance, and the spiritual energy in his raised hand leaped.

Seeing the greenskin boss looking at him, Karas showed a mocking smile.

"I didn't expect that I had a tacit understanding with this little guy."

He looked at the greenskin with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the words were not said to the big front teeth.

The next moment, the big front teeth gave up the defense behind him and rushed towards Karas!