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

The white light fell down and illuminated everything. The tabletop, which had been polished by the servitor, shone brightly.

Through the gas mask, hoarse breathing sounded slowly.

The floor seems to be vibrating slightly. No, this may be Hades's illusion.

For now, Mortarion's soul is still holy white.

Words, these beautiful syllables produced by the vibration of the vocal cords, have their most primitive power.

Specific people, specific time, specific words capture the specific flow of spiritual energy in the subspace.

Subspace also has many pre-restrictions on its interference with the physical universe. Leaving aside areas where the barriers between subspace and the physical world are weak, such as the Eye of Terror, in other places, if the power of subspace wants to interfere with the physical world, it requires physical The creatures of the world take the initiative to open channels for them.

For example, a crazy psyker uses the connection between his soul and body to open the door to the physical world for subspace creatures.

Or it could be sacrifices, religions, large-scale activities with strong specific emotional fluctuations, coupled with spells with specific meanings, summoning the power of subspace.

And just now, it was because Hades directly pronounced his name, which was a word with concept and meaning, and it was in front of his favorite toy.

The power of subspace suddenly arrived, but because it was in the physical universe, it only showed ideological illusions, and these illusions were quickly cut off by Hades.

But if Mortarion himself falls into a whirlpool of emotions.

Hades swallowed silently and rehearsed his words in his mind. He didn't want to repeat the scene just now.

"So. He is a powerful subspace creature, composed of specific concepts and thoughts."

Hades did not dare to say the word "god" directly this time.

"You can get a glimpse of the concept of this kind of subspace creature from the devil we fought just now."

"Decay, death, despair, entropy."

Mortarion was silent, and then, after experiencing everything just now, he slowly spoke,

"In other words, in addition to representing this category, these creatures also have other categories."

Hades nodded,

"It is true that there are other types of subspace creatures, but I have not encountered them so far."

How dare he speak the names of other gods?

Besides, Mortarion becomes the choice of the four gods.

"Also, I can't determine the relationship between subspace creatures of different races."

Hades quickly took advantage of every opportunity.

Mortarion said hesitantly,

"So. I'm being targeted by a powerful subspace creature?"

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Hades worked hard, while always paying attention to Mortarion's condition.

Fortunately, everything is fine so far.

Although thinking about the things of the gods will lead to being stared at, as a primarch, there is a high probability that Mortarion is always being watched.

Mortarion was silent again.

Is he being watched?

The garden whispers, whispers.

Isn't this really a witchcraft that confuses people's minds?

Witchcraft, weird witchcraft, he just thought that his adoptive father Nacre was the most filthy representative that he could imagine.

Evil spiritual energy, the power coming from the subspace, is a power that makes people feel disgusted just by looking at it from a distance.

But now, Hades told him that there were existences in the subspace that were thousands of times filthier than this.

How can this be?

The rot flies are singing and buzzing.

He subconsciously wanted to deny and refute it, but at that moment, he "saw" and "saw" the "demon" in Hades's mouth.

I saw those existences that looked like gods.

I also saw myself struggling.

That's that's an illusion, right, right?

This is a hallucinogenic scene caused by witchcraft, Mortarion told himself silently. Mortarion was familiar with the painful visions his adoptive father N'aklay would inflict upon him every night.

But...but is there such a real illusion?

Those pungent rotten odors, those pus-filled flesh and blood, that unfamiliar feeling coming from the shoulders.

So. Is that himself?

So. Is that his future?

Despair and illusions gradually crept into Mortarion's heart.

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