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

Chapter 821 【263.】Glory and Loyalty

In fact, even if [Chaos Empire] joins the battle, the war situation is not friendly to humans.

In a sea of ​​scarlet, the holographic star map on the arm armor flashed. Well, he never wore a helmet.

The lower part of the Eye of Silence is occupied by the Empire, and a steady stream of logistical supplies arrives directly from the Terra Star Domain and the Ultra Star Domain to this war zone. The Empire must not lose this territory, otherwise the most stable supply line will be cut off.

Closely adjacent to the upper left area of ​​this star field, the Chaos Anchor Point arranged by [Guilliman] is here. The power of the [Chaos Empire] is rapidly expanding. The churches and altars used to spread and connect subspace beliefs are almost They are growing like mushrooms after a rain.

Directly penetrating the entire Eye of Silence star field are the Necron troops led by the King of Silence. The huge Necron forces have forcibly created an entire barrier to isolate spiritual energy in the Eye of Silence— —

Even if it was attacked by a psychic self-destruction from [Guilliman], it only caused this barrier to retreat slightly.

If the Necron army cannot be driven away from this area, the Broken Belt will continue to spread, expanding as the Necron's footsteps expand.

Passing through the Silent King's Broken Soul Belt were some of the Human Empire troops led by Hades and Fainus and Trazin's army, separated by the Silent King——

Originally, this area was connected to the empire's rear area, but after [Chaos Empire] cut off the left piece of the star field, their connection with the empire was cut off. After that, during [Chaos Empire]'s deliberate retreat, this area Gradually it was taken over by the Necron.

Behind them, the Tyranids arriving from the outside world were already baring their fangs towards this area.

The situation is not clear, and even becomes more chaotic as more forces join. This is destined to be a chaotic battle, regardless of each other. Absolute strength will not be the only factor in the decisive victory, because any three forces on the field combined will be Enough to destroy the remaining party.

[Vox]'s rationality has begun to wipe away the cold sweat for the commander commanding this battlefield. This is destined to be a bottomless pit, and this star field will become an absolute meat grinding ground for thousands of years.

But actually,

What does it have to do with him?

[Vox] remained silent. He didn't care at all about the roar of the Shrike [Corax] on the distant battlefield and the strange smile from Conrad. Does this have anything to do with him? Not really.

[Vox] does not care about all this at all, just like a true beloved son of Khorne, he does not care about the twists and turns between the original body and [the original body], nor does he care about loyalty and betrayal. , his soul has been tempered by thousands of years of anger, and now, [Vox] is finding himself.

His goals never changed.

[Vox] looked towards the horizon, his slightly sober eyes met the tragic red that covered the mountains and plains.

The flames of war have burned the sky, and the red ground is like blood flowing. Countless screams and splashing limbs pass through the smoke and sprinkle on the ground. The blood lord's horses are charging, the blood lord's warriors are roaring, and the shrike is high in the sky. Jumping in the air, his wings were covered in bloody scabs by the fire from the sky.

After receiving the blessing of Khorne, even the Necrons will splash out blood-smelling liquid the moment they are chopped down by Khorne warriors, but all this is just self-deception, a self-excitement in the subspace.

Fight, fight, [Guilliman] gave his order thoroughly, destroying the opponent at all costs, [Corax] was extremely happy, Prince Khorne was finally no longer bound——

The only thing the primarch needs to do is not to accidentally injure "imperial friendly forces" for the time being.

But [Vox] will not listen to anyone, because he has come here, to the fate line where Hades still survives.

The Blood Lord's army had already rushed over, but [Vox] remained motionless. He was like a piece of wood, standing at the back of the battlefield, but his eyes were like a wolf looking far away, scanning the front.

But he was not looking at the Shrike's army. Instead, he had been looking at the end of the Empire's army.

[Vox] could feel that his power was weakening, or he was going crazy, but he didn't care.

He didn't care at all whether Khorne would take back the blessing. What would happen if he took it back? What if I don't take it back?

As if he noticed what [Vox] was thinking, his blood surged up, and [Vox] felt himself starting to become manic, his eyes were bloodshot, and the battle cry of war and killing roared in his ears.

In a daze, he seemed to see [Mortarion] that day again, witnessing the day they plotted to betray [Hades]. He was so angry, so unwilling, and too weak that [Vox] could not do anything.

He was so angry that he almost lost all reason.

He is not like [Gaara] who is willing to return to the throne of the [God-Emperor]. He is a Barbarus, and Barbarus is no longer his home. [Hades] dies, and the real Barbarus His spirit completely dissipated with the betrayal of his best friend.

So he rebelled alone and came to Khorne's throne in person.

He did not kneel, nor did he want to.

[Vox] said nothing, but just kept hacking at Khorne's warriors until his head was chopped off, until he was resurrected by Khorne again.

He had promised Khorne that he would personally donate the heads of [Mortarion], Lady Psyche, and Typhons to the Blood Lord.

The bloody light on the horizon was blurry, and [Vox] seemed to see [Mortarion] all over the mountains and plains, each one so despicable and depraved. The blood vessels in his brain were beating and almost exploded, and the blood sickle in his hand screamed at him. He went to kill people, but [Vox] remained motionless, and his eyes were so bloodshot that they were about to burst.

He remembered [Hades]'s last persuasion to him at that time,

"You are too stubborn sometimes... Walkers, I know they all say you seem to have no motivation and just take things as they come, but I know you are the most stubborn one, but you don't show what you are obsessed with. You have to Learn to let go, I am very worried that this will become your inner demon - people should not be too obsessed, as this can easily lead to corruption. "

"Oh, by the way, I also prepared a diary for you. Start writing it, Walkers. I believe you are very, very good at writing diaries. Maybe your diary can become a historical record - hey?! Hey! I didn't Just kidding, I know that although you are fooling around every day, you have a clear mind. If you are a person who can see right from wrong, what he writes will definitely become historical records. "

Stubborn?

[Vox] stared at the bloody horizon with his wide eyes, blood spilled from his eyes and tightly pursed mouth, his mind was buzzing, he felt his muscles twitching uncontrollably, and then... After a few breaths, his body was probably out of his control.

This is the price, so painful, so painful... But compared to those [Imperials] who will never suffer, [Vox] has already gained what he wants to keep.

"H..."

[Vox]'s mouth was torn open, and his whole body trembled, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying existence. Blood spurted out directly from his seven orifices. His body and soul tried their best to prevent him from doing so, but [Vox] 】Know that you will succeed.

If you don't succeed, you will die. Death on this path can be considered an end.

"HADES."

[Vox] said, and then the huge night shone down - he fell straight down.

Bang!

…………………………

"Hey?! Hey?! Vox?!"

"Vox?!!!"

A rapid scratching sound sounded on the blood helmet, and [Vox] felt as if he was crawling out of some kind of huge darkness on the verge of death. He felt that he was extremely weak, but he did not really die.

This is not because he is still pure, but because the huge existence is just a glimpse of him.

Calling his true name is like being showered with corrosive acid rain all over your body. It is painful, but it is not fatal immediately. It will slowly erode you, and the corrosion will never stop until you are completely dead.

But the good news is that the Blood Lord's control has been weakened, along with his weakened soul.

With an exclamation, [Vox] stood up unsteadily, and after a brief blindness, he saw Mrs. Psyche and Typhons in front of him.

"..."

"Are you okay?! Vox! What happened?!"

[Vox] was silent. He didn't want to fight them now. In fact, if it weren't for the rebels and his party, he wouldn't have the chance to meet Hades now.

On his own, he was still a blood-scythe-slashing slave to Khorne.

This is the path chosen by the rebels. [Vox] does not agree with it and is angry about it, but now, he knows that this opportunity was also given by them, so he does not want to swing his sickle at them.

Are they right? Or is [Wox] right? Only betrayal can see him.

No need.

[Wox] said nothing, picked up the blood sickle, and limped towards the direction where he had been looking before he fell unconscious. The war was over. The cold night had left a thick layer of frost on the corpses, and the large troops had disappeared. Where did it go?

There's no need, he's going in a different direction than the rest of the army.

[Vox] said nothing and just walked silently. The nimble Snake Lady kept jumping in front of him and waving to him, while Typhons followed behind him with difficulty, mumbling some words of persuasion.

"—Vox?! Listen to me! Okay—look at this!"

Seeing that [Vox] ignored them, Mrs. Psyche took a deep breath and suddenly a piece of photo paper appeared in her hand. She stepped back and unfolded the photo so that [Vox] could clearly see what it was. What.

Give her a good look? ! This is Hades' fucking youth!

Sure enough, [Vox]'s pace of moving forward like an iron bull suddenly stopped. He stopped and looked at the photo carefully.

Hades... He had indeed almost forgotten what he looked like. Was Hades so healthy? very nice.

very nice.

How nice.

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He hopes to see him in person, just take a look.

[Vox] started walking again, leaving Mrs. Psyche behind. Even after seeing the photo, she couldn't stop this idiot. Mrs. Psyche started to curse as if she was off guard.

[Vox] still didn't speak much, with nothing to say, and the curse from the underworld was still burning on his tongue. He arrived at the area he was interested in. Here, the corpses of the army from the empire were scattered everywhere.

[Vox] knelt down and began to dig up the corpses. He easily threw away the light mortal corpses, and moved the heavy Space Marine corpses aside. Finally, he dug up the bottom corpse - a technology accompanying the Night Lords. sergeant.

Right here...

[Vox] muttered in his mind, he reached down and pulled up the half-broken body. Finally, he found it among the various wrenches and machetes on the technical sergeant's waist.

A small, dark, existence that is constantly twisting and exuding darkness like a mosaic.

[Vox] endured the discomfort, took off his gloves, and touched the existence with his hands. The flesh made a hissing corroding sound, but was immediately covered by new strands of flesh.

According to the feel...this is...the heads of three canines?

[Wox] is not sure, the black domain has greatly interfered with his perception.

[Vox] frowned and thought that Mrs. Psyche, who was far behind him, was still cursing, while Typhons was comforting Mrs. Psyche. [Vox] grabbed the three-headed dog with his hand and pulled it away. Put it against your mouth,

Then--

"Glory and loyalty to Hades."

Bang!

[Wox] fell straight down again.

"ah!!!!!"

Mrs. Psyche's scream almost tore through the sky. They didn't understand why [Vox] suddenly fell down again? !

……………………

[Wox] woke up again.

Judging from his body senses, his coma was much shorter than before. [Vox] felt that his soul was screaming to repel the corrosion from the black domain. It seemed that the same degree of black domain erosion would cause the soul to develop a certain resistance.

But it doesn't do much.

Enough.

[Vox] opened his eyes, and he felt that he was lying on his back on the ground, his face was stinging, and Typhons' tears fell on his face, one drop after another.

"Vox,"

Typhons said so sadly and affectionately,

"Let yourself go, let go of the past... We just did the best we could at the time, we just wanted the world he said to appear..."

[Vox]'s eyes were unblinking. He stared at Typhons intently. In the distance, Madam Psyche was also lying unconscious on the ground. It seemed that Slaanesh's favorite imitated [Vox] immediately. .

"You are already dead, Karas, Herrera, you are completely dead."

[Vox] said every word, his mouth full of blood.

"I am also dead, but the only difference from you is that I did not sell all my soul. The obsession that belongs to Walkers is still alive."

Typhons was in tears. He looked so sad. Would the former [Callas] be like this?

[Wox] thought about it, no, maybe [Karas] would be so sad in his heart, but that bastard would never shed a tear. The [Karas] he knew would never cry, even when facing [Ha Diss]'s body, in front of everyone, [Karras] was cold and did not shed a tear. He would only curse everything with the most vicious and filthy words in the world.

But [Karas] has been permanently changed, and [Karas] may have realized this, which made his tears even more painful and struggling.

What is this change? Is it growth? Is it betrayal? Or passed away?

[Wox] I don’t know, and I don’t think about it.

No sense.

He forced himself to stand up again, hung the flashing dark existence around his neck, and stuffed it into his breastplate.

"You are going to die like this... You will not die in his dark realm, Vox, you will only die in the realm of the Necron."

"My goals are different from yours."

[Wox] said softly,

"I just want to die, Typhons. As long as my soul will not be used by Chaos, then I will die happily."

In fact, [Vox] can die now, which is why [Vox] pronounced the real name of his deceased friend without any nostalgia.

But [Vox] does have things he wants to take a last look at, and there are mistakes he hopes he can make up for.

So he decided to go find Hades.

[Vox] wiped his face. Typhons's tears were smelly, sticky, and couldn't be wiped clean, but it made [Vox]'s soul corroded by the black realm feel better.

"Don't stop me."

[Vox] said, starting his journey.