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

Chapter 718 166. Hades! Pluto!

【Terra】

"You're back."

The old man leaned against the door with a hunched figure, watching the middle-aged man sitting on the chair in the room slowly get up.

Neos blinked,

"Where's Orr? He's not with you?"

Malcador sneered and shrugged,

"He was very interested in your offspring, so I told him how you raised Horus Luperkar and how I taught Alpha - and now he won't talk to me."

The Lord of Mankind's gaze paused for a moment,

"You shouldn't tell about your time with Alpha, my friend. He won't understand your style."

"Yes, maybe in his eyes, Erda is more suitable to raise children than you and me."

Malcador smiled self-deprecatingly, his cheeks filled with wrinkles.

But that stupid woman had been tricked and killed by Malcador during his demigod period.

He had done a lot of crazy things during that period, and killing Ada was definitely the most rewarding thing Malcador had ever done.

He didn't like that madman.

"Looking at the fallen Alpha now, I think my education method was indeed wrong."

"That's not your problem or mine."

Neos said as he walked, he looked at Malcador, a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes,

"As for Alpha... I guess the coin hasn't hit the ground yet and we still can't say whether it's heads or tails for him right now."

Just before Neos was about to tell some mysterious and profound words as usual, Malcador interrupted him impatiently. The old man's eyes were bright, staring at his so-called "merciful" king.

"I don't feel your sorrow - I assume Sanguinius and Horus are okay?"

"They were a little shaken."

said the Lord of Mankind, who added patiently and thought he was thoughtful,

"But I think they'll slow down."

Malcador raised his eyebrows in disapproval. He slowly straightened up and walked to the Lord of Humanity in a few steps, as if he was sizing up something.

"I wanted to ask you, or question you, whether you are really ready to heal your heir's spirit, but I think I probably shouldn't ask this question."

"Then please allow me to change the question - if they don't accept the olive branch you extend, what will you do?"

"This cannot be a problem."

The Lord of Mankind answered Malcador with a smile. In fact, he was in a good mood. After the Battle of Baal, the empire's main combat power had basically returned. The decline of Chaos was irreversible. It was time for mankind to declare sovereignty over this galaxy. .

Malcador tilted his head, his eyes unblinking.

"I assume you would just bring back their warp essence, not their personalities?"

"This is your deduction."

The Emperor said that, in fact, the Primarch's powerful Warp essence must not be allowed to flow into the Warp, and Hades should eat less.

The powerful essence of the original body... is the fire of hope that he picked with his own hands thousands of years ago. They were burned for mankind and should only illuminate mankind.

Besides, he really couldn't let go.

Nios spread his hands,

"Maybe we should go see Orr, or maybe go see Magnus to prevent him from making another mistake."

The Lord of Mankind skipped the topic, put his hand warmly and kindly on the shoulder of Malcador, who looked contemptuous, took the old man in his arms and forced him out, using words to distract the old man's questions.

The spiritual essence of the Archangel and Horus was powerful enough that freedom did not exist from the beginning, and was taken over by Chaos, or by him——

He thought that the Primarchs would never choose to fall into the Hades Sea and be shattered into corpses washed ashore by the waves.

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【Bar】

【I want to die. 】

Angron said helplessly.

He was lovingly contacting the earth as much as possible, with stars in his eyes. The gladiator who never fell was now lying on the ground stably, and did not seem to be planning to stand up in a short time.

This feeling is simply more painful than swimming in a sea of ​​dung and eating a full meal. In fact, Angron has been relieved for a while, but before that, the Lord of Strength and Will was sleeping soundly.

Peacefully as if dead.

For the sensor-type Primarch Angron, the Black Domain just now has become the top of the list of "the most horrific tortures" in the galaxy. He can't even evaluate the next Void Dragon jump because his will did not last until the moment of their jump.

In the last moment of his memory, Angron remembered that he opened his mouth in horror, and could no longer hear the sound in his ears, and then Hades' hand suddenly approached——

【Where are we? 】

This sentence containing logic and purpose was asked by Guilliman. Angron felt the earth tremble beside his head.

Then the blue-armored giant stood up unsteadily, standing on the vast blood desert with squinted eyes, trying to see the surrounding environment clearly and respond to the enemy.

But unfortunately, after struggling twice, Guilliman fell again.

And can't get up again.

The strong wind blew and slapped Guilliman's armor, making an embarrassing sound.

"My suggestion is that you wait for a while. I won't leave until reinforcements arrive and you have fighting capacity -"

Hades was standing far away. Within the farthest range that he could reach instantly, there were three original bodies lying on the ground.

But before Hades finished speaking, Angron, who subconsciously began to vomit when he heard his voice, interrupted him.

Angron, who has the highest psychic sensitivity, is the worst among them.

Hades took a deep breath and raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay! My fault! I didn't expect you..."

Mortarion, the only one who was half-kneeling on the ground and holding the gas mask tightly, raised his hand to signal Hades to shut up.

The Pale Lord didn't even dare to look at Hades, as if he would fall down directly after just one look.

Or spit it out, the pitiful gas mask clinging to Mortarion's mouth even looked dead.

Mortarion was the one who persisted the longest among these Primarchs, and the only one whose will remained clear. When Hades jumped into space, it was Mortarion who pulled Guilliman and Angron one by one.

This once again proved the tenacity of the Pale Lord and the reliability of the desensitization training in the previous process of getting along with Hades.

Even so, Mortarion even had the energy to use his own psychic power to stabilize Sanguinius' soul. The pale and thin Primarch half-knelt on the ground, his wings spread out weakly, and most of them lay flat on the ground like rags.

Under the Primarch's spread right wing, Sanguinius's broken wings were spread out, with black feathers withering and scattered irregularly on the ground; the dark insect scales fluttered like embers, and new feathers sprouted.

Of course, after ensuring that Sanguinius was safe for the time being, Mortarion decisively withdrew his psychic power.

Hades took another deep breath and mouthed "Okay"!

Let them slow down first.

Because the coordinates were uncertain, Hades did not teleport directly to the center of the battlefield. They were now in a blood desert in Baal where no large-scale war had occurred.

But this did not mean that Hades could not interfere in the battlefield.

After ensuring that this distance would not cause the Primarchs to vomit and faint again, Hades suddenly raised his hand, and the black fog condensed into a sickle in his hand. His body twisted, and a strong wind suddenly rose. In an instant, a tall black shadow floated in the air.

Just now, Hades took a few seconds to figure out what happened on the surface of Baal-

In short, there were three main battlefields, namely the World Eaters vs. the Khorne Demon Army, the human defenders vs. the greenskins, and a multi-party melee.

When Hades thought of what he had just seen in his fleeting sight, his eyelids twitched.

The storm that rolled up beside Pluto dissipated, directly blowing away the blood mist. At this moment, it was sunset, and the sun was gorgeous, shining through the clear atmosphere.

Hades raised the sickle in his hand, exerted force in his palm, and clenched it suddenly. The blackness instantly turned into countless broken geometric bodies and flew out, soaring into the sky like a seagull, and cutting through the fog with his wings.

Above Baal, the fog shrouded in the atmosphere began to fade, and it seemed to dissipate quickly.

0.7 seconds later, all communications of the Baal Empire were restored.

Hades first contacted Pluto's son Buzz.

"I will assist you with anti-psychic tactics."

Hades said briefly in just a few words, while Buzz's side, the occasional "waaaaagh!!!" and "For the Black Boss!!" in the channel made Hades' mouth twitch.

"Received,"

A reply came from the other side of the channel, and then the son of Pluto made his request without hesitation,

"My father, help us paralyze this Titan, okay?"

Buzz said half-jokingly, and smashed the green-skinned boss who rushed out from his side with the butt of his gun.

Now the son of Pluto and the Death Guard are fighting on this Titan that is almost half the size of a hive. They have successfully occupied the command room of a small part of the Titan's body, but this is far from enough.

This big guy fighting with both sides is frantically pouring artillery fire all around, it waaagh! It explodes! It indiscriminately bombed everything it could bomb, it bombed the Empire, it bombed Khorne, it even fired at the battlefield where the greenskins were fighting.

The shape was like a greenskin black boss with a big mouth. It emitted a red light as big as a hellhound from its left eye, directly carbonizing the fortifications built by the World Eaters. At the same time, its big mouth opened and closed, and it quickly shoveled across the ground like a bulldozer.

Countless Titans of the Empire were like the smallest knights under its feet. The Titan arrays were running like puppets, attracting the artillery fire of the giant beast with themselves.

"Satisfy you."

Hades said, turning his head to look at the rapidly moving greenskin Titan. In fact, this was the most threatening existence on Baal, so it had the highest priority.

"Remember to hide near the Soulless - now immediately reduce the concentration of psychic energy around you, Buzz, you have thirty-two seconds."

He didn't need to completely destroy the giant beast, he just needed to let it collapse on its own.

Without saying anything, Hades sent emergency evacuation coordinates to all Imperial troops near the green-skinned Titan.

A faint lightning leaped between his fingers.

On the giant green-skinned Titan, the technician boy who was happily driving a joint was waaagh, cheering excitedly for the reputation of Black Boss and Big Fang, while manipulating the forty-fifth toe of the Big Machine.

"Waagh! Your wig is jumping straight!!"

The loader boy behind the technician boy pointed at it and shouted, the green skin widened its bean eyes, and the messy hair on the technician boy's head was puffed up, as if it had exploded.

"Waagh!!!"

The technician boy suddenly jumped up and screamed, waving the wrench in his hand to prove that he was the biggest! The strongest! The coolest!

"This must prove that I am the most waaaaagh——"

Hades waved his hand.

Boom! ! ! !

Super super super super giant black boss plusts+++ type Ganga Te! ! The electric dragon suddenly jumped up and wrapped around the giant beast like a python!

Countless smaller electric dragon thunderbolts were shot out, accurately transmitted to every place where the spiritual energy was rich, and the thin snakes penetrated into the nest, stabbing the flesh and blood with paralyzing poison.

Hades knows that greenskins are a race that "takes it for granted", so gorgeous and rough appearance moves are necessary.

The behemoth fell to the ground with a crash, and with the huge inertial impact, it was still rolling forward, but like a toppled mountain, it would never have the strength to rise again.

"My dear mother!!!"

Buz's panicked, staccato voice blasted from the channel.

He seemed to be holding onto something tightly to prevent himself from being thrown to death in the chaotic and tumbling inner room.

"Thank you - thank you, Lord Hades! We will do the rest ourselves! You should go and see Black!"

The threat of the green-skinned beast was indeed greatly reduced. After Hades once again used active metal to seal several reactors that might explode, he immediately diverted his attention.

And just when he turned his attention to the battlefield near the Holy Church——

"Lord Pluto! Boss Black! Since you are here! Why don't you see your heir?!!"

The front tooth looked at the collapsing mountains in the distance. It pressed Black with its knees, opened its hands wide, and roared towards the sky.

Hades didn't lift it up in one breath, and suddenly fell halfway from the air.

He forced himself to regain his attention, and then he saw Black's counterattack. The boy directly tried to resist, and then shouted the second sentence Hades heard,

"Of course he won't see you - because I am the son of Hades!!!"

Blake roared!

"He will only answer the call of his true heir!"

"You two idiots!!!"

Karas screamed as he was fighting Mag Boy hand-to-hand. This unreasonable Death Guard psyker used his own psychic powers to seal Mag Boy's psychic energy, and then called the red-haired green-skinned man with his fist.

On the other side, the original body, which had been immobilized by Karas and the greenskins for half a second, immediately returned to the battlefield.

Karas wanted to say that he was the only one who could really come to his aid - but he thought it was all too silly, and he was the only one who wasn't, so he gave up his roar.

Hades's hanging heart finally died.