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

Chapter 804 【246.】Death

"I still don't understand."

Mrs. Psyche stretched out a finger and drew it across Typhons' armor as if bored. A slight hiss sounded,

There was no doubt that Lady Psyche's fingers were corroded by a layer of sticky slime from Nurgle.

"Why did a good man like Hades die like this?"

Above her shoulders, a butterfly made of gauze flew up, and the stone named Typhons muttered slowly, just like the soup he had brewed.

"We're the only ones who think so."

Typhons said slowly,

"People called him a monster at that time... Have you forgotten what those people called you? You fell in love with a monster, Psyche."

"Hence his death..."

Typhonse whispered reluctantly,

"It is inevitable in the cycle. Fate absurdly imposes the soul called 'Hades' on the monster called the Cancer of Man."

"He's just an innocent soulless man."

Tears fell from Psyche's perfect left face, and Typhons also felt a little sad——

After surrendering to Slaanesh, Psyche became increasingly sentimental, moody, and easily bored.

"Stop fooling yourself... We all know that he is not a simple soulless person..."

Typhonse's voice trailed off,

"But what exactly is he... I wonder what's going on with Mortarion?"

Mrs. Psyche sighed loudly, the devil was not allowed to be among the first to enter that fate——

They will always be the pearls adorning the Primarch, and the first will always be the Primarch.

"No matter what..."

Psyche lowered her eyebrows,

"He will always be that moral and kind person in my impression."

…………

[Hades] is by no means a simple soulless person.

He already knew it well...but he always refused to say it.

A dim poisonous mist floated.

[Mortarion] gasped, his eyes almost blind, the poisonous gas from the top of Mount Barbarus corroded him, and the original body could already hear the sound of his own skin being corroded.

No Sister of Silence could do this.

Pong!

There was a muffled sound, and Nacre's body fell down behind him, dust flying into the air.

Ho... ho...

The original body made a sound in its throat. The original body, which had just been attacked by the Soulless Realm, was eager to stand up again. The last scene in his sight was [Hades] rushing in front of [Karas] and stopping the man coming from [Narna]. Clay]'s attack.

Then—then there was overwhelming darkness.

Not even the original body could stop it or contend with it.

[Ha-Hades? ! ]

[Mortarion] made a sound of retching, and he eagerly used the scythe in his hand as a crutch to push himself up.

Unable to regain his vision and extremely weak, the Primarch tried to feel his way to his comrades.

[Karas? ! ]

But subconsciously, [Mortarion] knew that he would not be able to get a response from [Karas]——

In such a strong soulless realm, [Karas] who is closest to [Hades] will definitely fall first.

He only hoped that [Hades]'s attack could pass [Karas].

His vision was recovering. In the darkness, a faint dim light reappeared. [Mortarion] stumbled towards [Hades] and [Karas] relying on his impression.

[Mortarion] couldn't help but have bad news in his mind, and he remembered what [Hades] had done before.

Maybe [Hades] originally came for the final blow - at the cost of his life.

[Mortarion] tried his best to open his eyes, and the leaky gas mask made his amber eyes shed tears of blood.

In the darkness, he finally saw clearly [Hades] and [Karas] lying on the ground.

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"Haha, I think I'm in a lot of energy lately."

Stationed at the foot of the mountain, [Hades] smiled and scratched his head, and tried to wield the scythe made for him by [Mortarion] in high spirits.

"You're only going to drag us up the mountain."

[Karas] pointed this out without hesitation. [Mortarion] thought [Karas]'s words were a bit hurtful, but it was indeed true.

"I swear I won't drag you down. If I can't do it then I will go down the mountain by myself - Karas, at least let me see how Nakre died. I hate it too and it makes my teeth itch."

"cut."

[Karas] sneered,

"Don't even think about asking me to carry you down the mountain then."

[Hades] smiled, a strange light flashing in his black pupils,

"No, it won't. None of you have to carry me down the mountain - I swear, trust me."

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[Hades? ! Karas? ! ]

[Mortarion] looked at everything in front of him tremblingly, [Karas] fainted and had no reaction, and [Hades] forced himself to open his eyes after hearing his words.

"Mortarion... take Karas down quickly... He's okay now, but his protective helmet is torn... Give him mine."

[Then what should you do? ]

[Mortarion] half-knelt on the ground and immediately checked [Karas]'s injury. As [Hades] said, [Karas] was unconscious, but his pulse and breathing were still stable.

A large crack symbolizing death appeared on [Karas]'s helmet. The original body stretched out his hand to cover the wound in vain, but the poisonous gas still gushes in.

"I……?"

"I'll just stay here."

With a flash of light, [Hades] forced himself to stand up in front of [Mortarion]. He stretched out his hand and pulled off his thick gas mask as if breaking free from the shackles.

In the dark green poisonous gas, [Hades] grinned, his white hair so conspicuous at this moment.

[Hades] took a deep breath, and then put the helmet into [Mortarion]'s arms without any explanation.

"I won't burden you with the rest of the journey."

[Hades] grinned, black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and on his abdomen, the wound caused by Naklay was shocking.

"Mortarion...live well...see more of the civilians and slaves - remember the most important thing, don't surrender."

[Mortarion] knew that it was already too late. The original body had never felt death so clearly. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do - he was not ready to accept this yet -

He and [Karas] originally planned to have [Hades] turn back halfway up the mountain, but after they got back on the road, [Hades] finally quietly caught up with them.

According to [Hades]'s past physical fitness, this is almost impossible. [Mortarion] doesn't know how much willpower [Hades] has to catch up with them again.

[How on earth...why do you know so much? You are not from here, are you, Hades, you are just like me——]

[Hades] showed a helpless smile,

"Where do I come from? I'm a little confused myself - maybe this is just a nightmare of mine - just think that I come from other worlds, Mortarion."

[You will go back, right? ]

This may be his own unrealistic fantasy.

[Mortarion] stretched out his hand, but [Hades] in front of him staggered back and avoided [Mortarion].

"I hope...at least this bad thing is finally over, and I have lived up to nothing and done everything I can."

[Mortarion] His vision went dark,

[Hades]'s voice became hazy, as if coming from a distant seabed,

"What's going on? It's obvious that other people's time travels are just for fun, but when it comes to me, it's PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds - is this Warhammer? Sure enough, you can't just be recruited by souls. I want to drink Coke."

"Right."

[Hades] staggered again. The feeling of imminent death had never been so strong, but instead he felt that he had become much more energetic, no longer in pain, no longer tired, and his thoughts seemed to be holding a puppet on a string.

"I - I seem to have left a small hole in your soul - my ability is very unstable, I feel that part of it is broken, and then, uh, it seems to be embedded in your soul - I may curse subconsciously I looked at the psychic body closest to me."

[It doesn't matter - hold on, Hades, I'll take you both down the mountain, don't die, don't die, don't die first. ]

[Mortarion] almost begged. After a short rest, he felt that he had regained some of his strength. He struggled to stand up and wanted to take [Hades] and [Karas] away.

But the next moment——

The primarch's heart skipped a beat.

[…]

The world seemed to open up, and the fog was dispersed - [Mortarion] heard his most familiar and most feared footsteps faintly sounding behind him.

The sun rises.

A golden sun rose behind the primarch, and [Mortarion] turned back tremblingly, fearfully, panic-stricken, and ecstatically.

The first thought in his mind was that [Hades] didn't have to die.

The original body turned around, subconsciously blocking [Hades] and [Karas] behind him. Compared with him on Terra, [Mortarion] was now in tatters, as if he had come from a garbage dump. As if he had just crawled out.

He saw the [Emperor].

The light stung the original body. Under the long, straight black hair, the familiar golden eyes were staring at him calmly. However, the original body was shocked. He saw a look of disappointment flash through the gold.

He had let him down.

+No. 14. +

[The Lord of Humanity] said calmly,

+Follow me back to the empire. +

[etc! ]

[Mortarion] roared, he hurriedly glanced at [Hades] from the corner of his eye, only to see [Hades] standing there blankly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, staring intently at [Hades] Lord of Man].

No one can resist the [Emperor].

[Save my comrades first - I won't go with you - unless you save them! ]

[Mortarion] coughed up a mouthful of blood and put his sickle between him and the [Emperor]. He suddenly felt an extremely ominous omen, but he didn't know why.

His words caused the monster's unblinking eyes to move behind him, and its golden eyes saw the two guys behind [Mortarion].

There was suddenly a different look in those eyes, one of shock.

At this moment, an incredible voice sounded from behind [Mortarion].

"You...are the Emperor?"

[Hades] said in shock. He stared intently at the tall brown-skinned man. He looked calm and confident, and the dazzling golden color flowed around the emperor.

+Yes. +

The [Lord of Humanity] raised his feet, as if he wanted to bypass [Mortarion], and took a look at [Hades] behind him.

[What do you want to do? ! ]

Alarm bells rang in [Mortarion's] heart, and he raised his scythe violently, but [Lord of Mankind] simply waved his hand in the direction of the original body.

There was a brilliant golden light—and then, uncontrollable dizziness struck,

[Mortarion] lost control of his body almost instantly. He collapsed to the ground. Between his eyes, which he struggled to hold on to, the last thing he saw was [Hades] standing there in shock, with the pair of eyes facing towards him. [Hades] walking golden boots.

[Promise me... to save him...]

[Mortarion] stretched out his hand, and the next moment, he fell into coma.

+Interesting, outsider. +

The [Lord of Humanity] walked to [Hades] and walked around [Hades] as if he was looking at a rare object.

A weak outsider contacted his fourteenth son - but it was of no use. [Mortarion]'s performance disappointed him.

+Rarely do people live to this age. +

[Emperor] said, he turned his head and looked into [Hades]'s eyes, his black hair hanging down.

+What universe are you from, intruder? +

"Ahem... As expected of an emperor... he really knows everything."

[Hades] coughed violently. He felt the spiritual pressure of [Lord of Humanity] increase suddenly, like a monster with flashing golden light. Under the high pressure, [Hades]'s knees weakened and he knelt down suddenly. on the ground.

"I don't know either... I know your story here - but it's not the same as what I know."

+Destinies are not the same. Tell me which Primarch rebelled in your memory? +

[Hades] coughed, and blood suddenly came out of his mouth, but the mouthpiece moved on its own and began to tell the names one after another.

Finally, [Hades] bit the tip of his tongue fiercely - but the name was still spoken,

"Perturabo, Fulgrim...Mortarion."

+Mortarion? +

The [Emperor] glanced coldly at the primarch who collapsed on the ground.

+can be thought of. +

He said,

"No—wait—ahem—Mortarion is different, I swear—he's not the same person I knew—"

+I have made my own decision. +

[Emperor] interrupted [Hades] simply. His eyes were all covered by golden light. The golden light on the crown was bright. [Hades] felt as if he was being controlled and could not control his actions.

+ So who is the most brilliant person you know? +

"...Robert Guilliman."

[Emperor] was silent for a moment,

+can be thought of. +

He said, the golden light in his eyes flashed, and then he looked at [Hades] again. The golden light flashed from [Hades]'s neck, and it seemed that a big golden hand was strangling his neck.

+ Outsider, you are not welcome in this world - now you can disappear and I will free you. +

[Hades] was lifted up, and he struggled to free the psychic energy from his neck with his hands, but it was in vain.

"Ahem—ahem! Are you really—the emperor?!"

[Hades] coughed up blood, and drops of blood splashed on the ground.

Why is the Emperor so cold-blooded - or is he just that?

"Are you still—still—"

There was a choking sound in his throat, and a lot of incomprehension and confusion flashed through [Hades]'s black eyes. He remembered what [Mortarion] had told him about the [Emperor], and many details that he did not know.

At the last moment of his life, [Hades] issued his own questions and curses.

"The Lord of Darkness?!"

Snap.

The body slumped back to the ground.

The Dark Lord?

[Emperor] tilted his head slightly.

The Dark Lord?

Unexpectedly, this word had a far wider resonance in his soul than he imagined, penetrating time and space.

Tzeentch chuckled.

………………

When [Mortarion] woke up, he was in the original dormitory of the Emperor's Dream, and [Karas] informed him that [Hades]'s funeral had been completed in Barbarus.

He didn't know what happened on Barbarus during the time he was unconscious.

………………

Later the [Emperor] told him that [Hades]'s last words were that [Guilliman] was better than him.