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

Chapter 836【278.】WAR IS JUST WAR

Another fate line

【past】

[There are so many of them... This really surprises me, they are like insects, no, they are much more numerous than insects.]

Guilliman spoke slowly, wearing light armor, with gold threads glittering on his azure silk shirt. A wine glass swirled between his fingers, and Lorgar's nose seemed to be shrouded in a hint of blood.

[Didn't you promise me that you would end this purge soon? Lorgar... my friend.]

The Misbeliever [Lorgar] felt his heart tighten. He looked up and followed [Guilliman]. His master's gaze turned to the screen, where an entire planet was surrounded. On the earth, [Word Bearers] were slaughtering the aliens in the legion.

Outside the planet, the Ultramarines' warships were floating quietly, with starlight drawing arcs across their straight hulls.

[Lorgar]'s throat choked. After his meeting with [Mortarion] and [Guilliman], he became more determined to be loyal to [Robert Guilliman].

His loyalty was rewarded, and Guilliman told Lorgar his true plan.

The great king turned his gaze towards Terra, his azure eyes full of determination and kindness. Humanity needed to be liberated from the hands of that tyrant. This was the right choice, and [Lorgar Aulerian] naturally chose to follow.

With an attitude of never questioning and never wavering.

But first... Guilliman needs an absolute force. He will not allow any aliens to appear in the army following him. This is what Guilliman taught his legion, and now, he needs Lorgar and his Word Bearers to do the same.

Thus, the massacre and purge began.

Those who worship the false emperor will be shaved from the legions.

[Luo Jia] had beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He stared at the screen nervously, hoping that his legion would work harder. However, he was surprised that even though he had already given the legion the correct religious education, there were still a large number of soldiers who turned against their own side in the battle.

This will make Guilliman unhappy.

[Lorgar] glanced at Guilliman again, but [Guilliman] ignored him and just stared at the screen indifferently, as if it was reporting the weather forecast.

The wine glass between the cold-blooded king's fingers turned slowly, and a careless sigh seemed to have never been said.

[There are so many of them... these Word Bearers... how come there are more of them than bugs.]

…………………………

"Give up your futile resistance!!!"

Bombs cut through the smoke, and Alvin the Word Bearer raised his gun and fired continuously. The billowing smoke almost obscured the entire battlefield, but it would never hinder the gun and sword in his hands.

The next moment, a sword light with golden flames on the edge broke through the thick fog beside him! It headed straight for Alvin's head, but the dust under the feet of the Word Bearer suddenly exploded, and a blue horror exploded in front of his neck, blocking the attack for him, exploding in the air and turning into a dizzying blue smoke.

This created an opportunity for him. Alvin raised his hand and rushed straight towards the attacker with the chainsword in his hand. After a continuous and dull sound of metal breaking, blood splattered, almost splashing on his face.

His face was distorted due to the force, but he laughed ecstatically.

"Praise the great Lord 'Robert', you traitors."

"You are the ones who betrayed me."

Grunting sounds came from the helmet full of craters. Alvin laughed wildly as the battle goggles of the Fallen in his legion dimmed. He drew his sword violently, causing the corpse in front of him to hit the ground heavily, splashing a cloud of dust.

A sound of footsteps was heard, and behind Alvin, a high-ranking priest holding a holy book appeared. On his back was a tall, blazing fire staff, in which burned blue flames that never went out. Three human heads surrounded this beautiful and charming flame, and the Tzeentch fire demons were surrounding it and laughing.

The high priest's voice pierced through the air, like a flame rising high behind him that penetrated the thick fog. Alvin heard more footsteps coming to support this battlefield.

"Why are you so stubborn?! Following the false emperor will cause your souls to fall into the abyss! The tyrant's ambition has always been to sacrifice - he will sacrifice all of humanity! And you insist on believing that he will bring salvation - give up! Give up! You and I are of the same origin! - Repent! Repent! Our merciful and great Primarch will forgive your ignorance!!!"

The voice was loud and clear, with an unquestionable determination and some more mysterious power.

Listening to the holy words, Alvin felt his eyes shining. His eyes were now bright and covered with a layer of bright blue light. He instantly sensed the traitors hiding in the abandoned bunker.

Attack! Attack! Attack!!!

He rushed in with his bloody chainsword, following his battle brothers. The idea of ​​sacrificing for faith and God was so fanatical that he felt he was becoming holy and noble.

From the horizon that was as dark as the eternal night, there came a cry that was even more ancient and long, like the cry of a giant bird in ancient times. This gave him strength and courage, and as if possessed by a god, Alvin swung his sword and cut off heads one after another.

Among them were people he knew and people he didn't, but no matter what, those with angry eyes were once his battle brothers, but they betrayed, so they needed to shave the rotten flesh in the legion.

Another one, Alvin raised his sword, but the chainsaw sword in his hand was easily knocked down by the opponent's scepter. He recognized that the person opposite him was Rosen, a low-level priest from another squadron, but he did not expect that he was also so obsessed and willing to follow the false emperor.

The chainsaw sword that was knocked out of his hand was still spinning in the air. Alvin had already taken out his chainsaw gun and shot directly at the opponent, while immediately retreating back to the nearest cover.

The bullet was fired at an extremely fast speed, but when it was one meter away from the low-level priest, it froze and trembled in place.

Alvin turned his head and almost immediately recognized that the power that stopped the bullet from moving forward came from the opponent's scepter.

At this moment, with the prayers of the low-level priest Rosen, the scepter made of pure gold was shining brightly. Although it could not illuminate the battlefield, it was enough to illuminate the priest. The boundary between the golden light and the battlefield was obvious and abrupt. A black line appeared out of thin air, swaying at the outermost edge of the golden light.

"You have betrayed your past selves, your past legions, and your past selves. Fallen souls, do you know that you have fallen into hell?"

The low-level priest whispered and prayed, as if trying to contact some higher-dimensional existence as much as possible. Alvin immediately looked around and found that there were other similar golden lights flashing nearby.

A magic circle was formed by many priests, and they were trying to send a message to the outside world! Tell the false emperor outside that there was a traitor here!

"Hear our voices... Emperor... hear the prayers of your loyal warriors."

Without a moment's thought, Alvin immediately rushed towards the priest. He wanted to break the magic circle. He did not hesitate, the wind whistled in his ears, and he had never been so fast before, much faster than lightning -

The closer he got to the priest, the more painful he felt. The huge, needle-like pain squeezed him like the pressure of the deep sea. He felt his flesh and blood hanging from his bones, and the golden light almost hurt his eyes.

But he still arrived. He rushed forward desperately and pounced on the priest. His eyes had been blinded by the golden light, so he could not see the blue flames shining around him, as bright as a burning soul.

throat!

They fell backwards together without attacking each other, but the power from the higher dimension had already put their lives in danger. Alvin crawled on the ground, gasping for breath, blood oozing from his seven orifices, and his previous strength dissipated.

His perception of the world was weakening. The cold and hard ground beneath him became soft, like a cloud. The pungent smoke faded away and became light and thin. He tried to open his eyes, but he only saw the huge blue halo getting closer and closer to him.

So gorgeous... so... it made him feel genuinely cold.

Alvin was panting. He could no longer hear the sound of explosions and the roar of fighter planes, but he could hear the pastor's last words, which were as faint as a mosquito.

"Why... why did we turn our swords against each other... why betray each other? That is the right way... my lord..."

"My Lord, where are you?"

…………………………………………

"He does not exist."

[Vorx] said that the power obtained from [Khorne] was so sharp that he felt like a huge, thorny object was growing in his soul, and it would suddenly expand from time to time and sting his soul.

Opposite him, [Garro] stood with cold eyes, the heavy sword in his hand against the ground.

[Vox] He continued speaking, breathing heavily, ignoring the taste of blood in his mouth.

"False Emperor, Emperor, Black King, God-Emperor - no matter what title he is, he is not our savior! The galaxy he leads is wrong - Garo, you shouldn't have chosen that path!"

"So submitting to Chaos is the right path?"

The former captain of the 7th Company of the Death Guard, [Garro], said lightly. He looked at [Vox] with a look that could almost be described as pity.

They all had no way out, the major purge within the Death Guard had already begun, and the Vorx who had defected to Khorne were neither on Mortarion's side nor willing to join the Loyalists.

He was alone and broke into the fortress guarded by [Garro] when the two sides of [Death Guard] were in a stalemate.

This statement angered [Vorx], causing pain to the stubborn Barbarus man, and then caused him to lose control of his anger.

The blood sickle pounced on him much earlier than [Galuo] expected.

The clash between the heavy sword and the blood sickle made a dull clanging sound. The spikes on the scarlet sickle blade, which were like bone spurs, got stuck on the blade of the heavy sword, and like a ghost from hell, it used its sharp claws to scratch marks on the sword.

[Garro] looked at [Vox], the warrior he had brought into the legion. At this moment, [Vox] had an almost self-destructive expression on his face, with fanaticism and pain alternating on his face.

"I thought you would be different from Mortarion and the others."

"I know!!!"

[Vox] roared, blood and spit splattered from his mouth, his eyes were full of blood red, bulging out of his eye sockets.

"But there are no choices—no paths—none of them is right—none of them is what he wants—!!!"

He is that him again.

[Garro] thought calmly, and used his wrist to break the stalemate with [Vox]. He sneered, wondering why these Barbarus people seemed to be drugged.

"Your dead Hades didn't tell you the answer either, did he?"

【Ga Luo】 told the truth coldly,

"He is so stubborn and willing to betray the Emperor for a dead illusion that I even begin to wonder if the so-called Hades is a Chaos follower."

This sentence really ignited [Vox]. [Garro] was shocked to see that [Vox]'s figure had grown larger almost instantly. At their feet, countless corpses on the ground had blood flowing from their mouths and noses, and they all gathered towards [Vox].

"You are not allowed to slander him."

Next moment! The torrential attack was like a rainstorm, violently attacking [Garro], the shadow of the blood sickle was so fast that the attack seemed to be rushing from all directions! The spikes on the sickle grew longer and sharper, as hungry as a murderous demon.

[Garro] gritted his teeth, forced his sword up to take the attack, and even left marks on the floor beneath his feet. [Vorx], who sold himself to Khorne, was much stronger than he was before!

If he continued like this, he would only be at a disadvantage in this battle - [Garro] realized that he had to provoke [Vox] and make him reveal his weakness due to his rage.

“But this is what I saw!”

[Gaara] Raise the volume.

"All of you Barbarus who claim that Hades taught you wisdom! Mortarion, Karas, and Herilla! You all chose to join Chaos - is this the creed he taught you?!"

"No!!!!"

[Vox] roared and attacked more and more fiercely, leaving [Garro] almost no chance to counterattack - [Vox] was too agile now, and he didn't look like a Barbarus at all.

The face of the Khorne demon was filled with pain and rage.

In the intervals of anger, in the gaps where tongues of fire entangled and licked each other, [Vorx] found fragments of the past. At least they had once lived as human beings, instead of being treated as slaves by the false emperor. They were told that they should liberate all mankind instead of accepting slavery.

He recalled those late-night conversations, in which Mortarion, with a sullen look on his face, told them about the distortions and evil deeds of the false emperor.

Black King, sacrifice, sacrifice... these uneasy words made them panic and despair.

But they did not have many choices left. Apart from Chaos, no one could resist him, the tyrant whose distorted empire was growing bigger and bigger with his help.

There is no kindness or nobility in this galaxy. The noble ones die, and those who are full of evil survive.

Vox is in pain.

They betrayed Hades and their past selves.

But he really had no way out.

There is no choice here, no question of right or wrong, they can only choose wrong or another wrong.

He felt desperate and chose a final resistance - kill all the betrayers, kill all the evildoers. He was an enemy of everyone and wanted to kill every sinner, ha ha ha! Perhaps there will be soil for kindness to survive.

[Vox] gasped and gasped, he felt like his body was no longer his own, it was as if his soul had left his body and was floating above the fiercely attacking [Vox].

He saw himself furious, and saw [Garro] calmly and madly find the flaw in his attack, and swung his heavy sword, piercing his chest with one blow, crushing the ribs and cutting off his internal organs.

\u0026quot;A cowardly selfish person,\u0026quot;

[Garro] said coldly, stretched out his sword again, and cut off [Vox's] head without hesitation.

"We promised the Emperor sacrifice and dedication, and gave ourselves to him wholeheartedly. Vox, I taught you this, but you betrayed me in the end."

[Ga Luo] shook his head, put away his sword and prepared to leave, but after he turned around, the headless corpse staggered to its feet again, holding the sickle tightly in its hand.

Floating aside, [Vox] chuckled, his eyes full of madness.

This is why he joined Khorne.

The next moment, [Garro] turned around in astonishment, but it was too late. With a happy hatred, the sickle as deep as blood pierced his chest.

[Ga Luo] coughed up blood and let out a gurgling sound. He looked at the sharp sickle that broke out of his chest in disbelief. The bone spurs seemed to be alive, piercing deeply into his flesh and greedily sucking his blood.

Behind him, the headless corpse was shaking slowly, and [Garro] felt the sickle in his flesh and blood trying to pull out to give him the final blow.

He was defeated.

Without any hesitation, [Ga Luo] decisively drew out the dagger from his waist. A dark golden light flashed on it, and the next moment, the dagger went straight to his neck.

laugh!

Blood gushed out and splashed from the throat.

Bang!

The sickle that supported [Garro] to stand was pulled out, and [Garro] smashed down straight.

At the last moment, [Garro] stared at [Vox's] headless body. The scar on his neck shone with golden light.

"We'll see you, Vox."

[Ga Luo] opened and closed his mouth.

"Dedicate yourself to Him, fight for the Emperor, and you will lose."

lose?

The headless corpse slowly bent down, picked up its own head, and put it back on.

\u0026quot;We lost a long time ago,\u0026quot;

The head with dull eyes spoke slowly, his hands still adjusting the angle of his head.

“I just understood it all,”

Outside the trenches, artillery fire and wailing filled the entire war zone, and the Death Guard, whose blood was shed by their primarch Mortarion, faced each other with swords.

"With his death, we have lost everything... the last man of conscience, the last leader willing to lead us... mankind has never cherished a noble man."

The head finally turned to the right angle, and blood vessels sprang out from the neck like thin snakes, densely stitching up the broken neck.

As if sensing the extent of his own recovery, [Vox] closed his eyes, and scarlet and black blood flowed out of his eyes.

“I miss him so much.”

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【Now】

"In the name of Hades."

[Vox] muttered to himself, as if these words gave him infinite power and wisdom, but in reality they only made him dizzy and his strength declined.

But this actually brought peace of mind to the rebellious former Khorne follower.

He stood among the corpses that filled the valley. Countless corpses of the Astra Militarum and Skitarii fell silently at his feet, entangled with the corpses of the Necrons and turned into the earth together.

Unexpectedly, as the battle line advanced dynamically, the fastest advancing battle line did not belong to a certain Primarch or a certain Legion.

Instead, it is an army composed purely of the Imperial Astra Militarum, the Mechanicus, and the Bi-Church.

Maybe this is also some kind of luck? Some kind of coincidence? [Vorx] I don't know, but this situation is not uncommon. The Primarch and the Legion are not necessarily the best, maybe.

They should believe in human wisdom and courage.

This is a civilization made up of hundreds of millions of people. On this battlefield, those who can stand and command and charge are selected from hundreds of millions of people. They are the most talented, diligent, and hardworking individuals.

In some respects, they can even accomplish operations that can be described as "miraculous" without the need for any blessing from God - there are always eccentrics, geniuses, and prodigies in human history.

They are not even singular. When one person falls, another will quickly rush up to fill the gap, as if there is no end.

This is exactly what "he" is guarding. It feels really good. [Vox] smiled subconsciously. He didn't want to move forward yet. He needed to stay for a few seconds to relieve the dizziness in his soul caused by praying to Pluto.

This is much better than the unchanging old thing like the Primarch, Vorx thought with a sense of humor, but he also knew how huge a system it would take to put the most suitable people on the battlefield.

In his world, Guilliman built a similar existence, but it was only open to people from specific star regions, specific bloodlines, and specific genes.

And here... [Vox] can see a more grand, more rational and more equal selection system.

This requires noble thinking and almost miraculous skills to accomplish.

Of course he knew whose masterpiece it was.

[Vox] thought, and heard the footsteps behind him, some deep and some shallow, as crisp as a millipede walking in a deciduous forest.

"Give me a reason, sir,"

The mechanical tone is straightforward.

"Why are you standing here? You don't belong to any company, any army. Who is your commander? Is it Khorne himself?"

? !

The last sentence almost made [Vox] shudder subconsciously. He turned his head sharply and saw a huge mechanical sage, with a bloated back half like a watermelon worm. A large piece of red silk embroidered with golden prayers was draped over his body, and weighed down by countless black stones that made him dizzy.

The mechanical sage held a long black stone scepter in his hand, and his mechanical face showed no trace of sadness or joy.

"Who are you?"

[Vorx] asked hoarsely, suddenly finding himself unable to move due to the powerful anti-psionic field emitted by the Mechanical Sage.

He instantly realized that he had encountered a sage of an extremely high level - otherwise the anti-psychic field of an ordinary sage or bishop would never make him so passive.

"The 741β clone of the Great Sage Kirkland has been ordered to provide technical and anti-psychic support to the 329th Army, and to provide necessary strategic advice to these commanders who have gone mad in battle."

Kirkland said indifferently, not minding at all that [Vox] knew his identity. This confidence might come from his anti-psychic field.

[Vorx] said nothing, feeling that he was adapting quickly. He was adapting to the Black Domain faster and faster, which proved that he was rapidly washing away the blessing from Khorne.

He spoke hoarsely.

"I am [Vox] - I come from another world, and I am here to look for the Hades... King... I have no hostility towards him, I just want to see him once, and then die with his blessing. I hope you can let me go."

Mortarion! This is the benefit of washing away the blessing of Khorne. If it were the previous Vorx, he would never have said such humble and rational words.

"Vox?"

Kirkland became interested. No wonder the little guy looked so familiar to him.

"It's hard to believe. I never thought that Vorx from another world would become like this. However, it can be inferred that Karas has also fallen into the arms of Nurgle after all."

? !

[Vox] raised his eyebrows in astonishment, realizing that the sage in front of him probably knew much more than he thought. From what he said, he was most likely a sage within the Death Guard.

"Whether you are familiar with my other self or not... and regardless of how you feel about him, we are different individuals, and I just want to go to that... master and confess. Please let me go."

Having said that, [Vox] felt that he could swing his blood sickle again, and if the opponent disagreed, he would chop him down with the sickle.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are as pious as him. Little guy - I mean, put down your scythe. Your tracks are ridiculously obvious. The post-war intelligence station has been tracking you while you were rampaging on the battlefield. Do you think they will send someone who can't beat you?"

Vox took a deep breath and relaxed his fingertips as much as possible, even though the muscles on his face twitched.

"What do you want?"

He said that although he could die at any time, his previous efforts gave him some illusion of success, and he might be able to fall before Hades.

"Me? What do I want?"

Kirkland paused for a moment.

"That is naturally the victory of the great Hades,"

The sage waved his hand, and Vox felt the anti-psychic field that was weighing on him fade away a lot.

"You are the first demon I have seen who actively prays to Hades. I think you are worthy of a research collection."

Kirkland said this casually, but then changed the subject.

"But your actions are really strange. You are from another world. Give me a reason. Let me see if it's worth letting you go."

If it was an ordinary demon, Kirkland would have just chopped it with an axe without any nonsense, but [Vorx]'s previous actions won him some room for defense. Kirkland had been tracking the whereabouts of this Khorne believer.

In the end, he thought that [Vorx]'s behavior was really great. He even contributed more than most legionnaires on the battlefield and would take the initiative to help nearby Astra Militarum soldiers.

And [Vox]'s words also made Kirkland realize his concept of Pluto. When it comes to Pluto, Kirkland will never be careless.

“…”

The sage looked at [Vox] in silence, with the lie detector turned on all the time. Even if it was a demon, Kirkland would be able to see through his lies (except for the Tzeentch demons who were good at lying).

“…”

"I think,"

Vox said word by word.

"I believe that only the underworld near him can wash away my sins and pains, and... I haven't seen him for a long time. I have forgotten what he looks like. I just want to see him again... to tell him that even if the whole world has fallen, there are still people who have not forgotten their past perseverance and virtues."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk,"

Electronic sound rang out,

“I am so touched…”

Kirkland turned his head and stared at [Vox],

"But there is a 98.994% chance that your plan will fail, demon. He hates chaos far more than you think."

"I wasn't expecting a response from him, this is my own confession."

[Vox] said coldly. He certainly knew what he would most likely face in the end.

"FINE."

Kirkland said, turning his head as if listening to something, and a harsh crackling sound came from the Sage's private communication channel.

After a few seconds, Kirkland shook his head.

"I admit that you haven't convinced me, but I can make way for you - or even help you. A new attack route has been confirmed. One sector away, the warp jumps of two Death Guard legions have entered the preparation stage, and a short experimental channel has been opened - one of the branches just passes through our galaxy."

[Vox] heard his own heart beating wildly.

"You," he swallowed, "are you determined to help me?"

"You are a bit arrogant, a fellow who believes in Khorne. I just don't want to waste my combat clone here. At the same time, I have to go back to mediate the conflicts among mortals.

You know, the two commanders who are now directing the campaign have never gotten along well, and they were once mortal enemies in the dueling arena of the Academy of Athens."

Two scoring maniacs, Kirkland added in his mind, because of their own "excellent" performance, they were both sent to the most intense battlefield in the end.

But for these lunatics, they enjoy it.

"Throwing you to another battlefield will obviously reduce my responsibilities on this side."

Kirkland said casually, and began to lead the way for [Vox]. After hesitating for a moment, [Vox] chose to follow.

Typhus and Lady Psyche have both left him, but Vox continues to go his own way.

"Also, you need to take this."

As Kirkland spoke, he handed something to Vox behind him with his appendages without looking back. In Vox's sight, he couldn't tell what it was at all. The thing was completely obscured by the black mist-like subspace existence. The aura of the black domain on it was so thick that it was terrifying, but Vox took it subconsciously.

The moment his hand touched the dark object, Vox almost jumped up. He felt his soul boiling instantly. Because of the pain, his muscles spasmed and tightly grasped that existence.

? !

Vox was stunned for a moment by the touch. It felt like some kind of weapon... a sickle! It was a sickle!

"Guess what you're holding in your hand right now?"

Kirkland said casually, while Vox gritted his teeth in pain. After a moment, he spoke hesitantly.

"sickle?"

"This is no ordinary sickle,"

The great sage said quietly,

"Black Scythe Obituary. Ten thousand years ago, this was the weapon used by Hades. Ten thousand years later, Hades was resurrected, but there was no trace of his old weapon."

"I later had a dispute with the Infinite Ones and found traces of this weapon. After some trades and insults, I got it back - not long ago."

In fact, the deal failed and the Endless did not agree. However, in the previous war, part of the Endless fleet was defeated by the Silent King, and among those scattered Endless ships, Kirkland found this sickle.

Later he discovered that the clone of the sickle died suddenly in the battle, and Kirkland had to replace it with another clone to carry it, but the new clone soon disappeared in the war. So after being wandered for several times, the sickle that should have been properly enshrined in the sanctuary appeared here.

Vox: My throat chokes.

Such an important thing... "Why give it to me?"

"Aren't you going to find Hades? Help me return his weapon to him."

Kirkland waved his hand. Actually, this weapon was of no use to Pluto. After Pluto became a star god again, all the weapons he made had higher basic values ​​than this black sickle.

But he could no longer keep the sickle, as a new battle was about to begin. Kirkland judged that he would need to sacrifice himself in the new battle, along with an entire company, and his new clone was too far away to come and keep the sickle in time.

Might as well give it to this guy.

Kirkland thought that the Black Scythe Obituary was tainted with a very strong black domain, which would directly weaken the power of this Khorne Demon.

at the same time……

"Because this was once his exclusive weapon, so when it is at a certain distance from Pluto, it will instantly attract Pluto's power."

Kirkland said lightly,

"Don't you want to go find him? This will allow him to look at you instantly - how about it?"

Kirkland looked at Vox and held the sickle tightly like a treasure after hearing his words, not caring at all that his soul was hissing and smoking due to the corrosion of the black domain.

It seems he got the right person.

"……Thank you."

"It's just a small favor."

Kirkland said that although he had been obsessed with Pluto's personal utensils before and hoped to take them all back for religious purposes, Hades saw through Kirkland's thoughts, so Hades began to find ways to give Kirkland the so-called "god's utensils" tainted with the black domain.

Among them, Kirkland received the most bullets.

"I will...I will face him head on, and I will deliver successfully."

[Vox] said seriously, watching Kirkland lead him to an extremely simple, makeshift small altar.

The sound of the warp wind howled in this small airspace.

The sage turned sideways and motioned for [Vox] to stand up.

"Good luck, and remember - Hades will always bless every soul that is willing to pray to him."

The wind started to blow harder.

………………………………

War itself has no meaning.

Hades realized that, especially in this galaxy, war is war, nothing more.

Countless people, countless souls, countless warriors fought for various reasons and beliefs, loyalty or betrayal; division or unity; revenge or just maintaining one's self; everyone who raised the sword raised the sword for different reasons.

But at this moment, for Pluto.

He was simply fighting.

Just like breathing, since He became more and more aware of Himself and liberated His Self, He has been fighting naturally like the rising of the sun. He has been fighting and is caught in the center of the war. Any magnificent individual, huge group... is trying to attack Him.

The crude and inferior imitations of the Necrons were thrown out by the swarm and torn into pieces by Him in an instant. Hades listened to the breathing and pulse of the flesh and blood just before they were shattered, and once again burned these insects that were only driven by instinct to death.

The Tyranids had utterly enraged Him, their crude attempt was like trying to make a bullet out of mud and then trying to shoot it at Him, assuming that He would die.

As a result, He relaxed some of His restraints on Himself and became more accepting of the resonance between the Star God and the galaxy.

Hades was enraged. The swarm of insects followed him like a shadow, glaring at him covetously, coveting his authority and body. This was almost rare, as Hades had always been the one devouring others since his birth.

The stars shattered, dimensions fell, and Hades watched with satisfaction as the swarm of insects, most of whose will and army were attached to the three-dimensional world, screamed and wailed in his palms, kicking their short legs in vain.

He felt hungry, angry, and entitled.

He just wanted to destroy these Tyranids...then he returned to his body.

In a trance, Hades heard a shrill scream in his ear, which seemed to be an anthropomorphic cry with a mechanical tone, coming from his bad friends.

But the cry was too weak, so He chose to ignore it.

Regardless of being starving, he was determined to completely destroy the insect swarm. There were simply too many of them. Why were there so many?

Reduce dimension, then increase dimension, the rough conversion of dimension will cause information loss, and when they are increased in dimension again, the energy dissipated by the dimensional reduction is not enough to support them to reconstruct their will and flesh and blood.

He felt with satisfaction the debris of annihilation scattered around him, but even so, the swarms of insects outside his domain continued to come one after another, and had even begun to transform to adapt to different dimensions - this discovery horrified Pluto.

The Tyranids are far more massive than he imagined - they are not only the plunderers of this galaxy, but we can also see from the fact that they can easily enter and adapt to the subspace that the Tyranids' biotechnology has reached the pinnacle of human imagination.

To manipulate, or even lead an entire Tyranid army, must be something more macroscopic, more high-dimensional, and more difficult to understand...

Pluto raised his hand, and continued to move up in dimension, up in dimension, up in dimension - moving up in dimension again - he vaguely recalled the scene of his own instinctive moving up in dimension, where the original body was as ridiculous as an ant, and Hengri was no bigger than a light bulb.

Upgrading dimensions itself requires energy and information. He continues to move upwards, floating above the surface of the water, trying to forcefully reach the dimension that is powerful enough to control everything.

In a certain dimension, Pluto glimpsed a being that seemed to be weaving time like a long river.

The being was judged harmless, so it tried to continue upwards - but stopped at a certain level.

There is eternal silence among the stars.

Pluto turned around and saw Tyrann.

To be more precise, it is the will composed of the Tyranids, the beasts composed of the Tyranids.

That is...

Far more numerous and massive information points than the entire Milky Way are moving around. Each point is like a fat worker bee, and each point contains the biological information of an entire planet. They are buzzing noisily, huddling together joyfully, crowding together happily, squeezing a full and noisy point into the tiny gap formed by its companions.

Liquid, some kind of liquid representing life and energy, is squeezed among the ever-moving bees, like some kind of adhesive, or sweet body fluid. It is the never-ending reproduction and racial expansion, rising and falling with its heartbeat or breathing.

Countless and endless points and liquids surged to form it, forming a monster with endless tentacles and compound eyes. It was bloated and plump because of its endless plundering and eating.

Every observation will get a new answer. It has been evolving, evolving, and evolving. Pluto saw with horror and fear the ultimate form of some low-level desires.

Tyrannosaurus is the highest logic evolved from the lowest desire.

Its fetid, Hades-nauseating, blasphemous low desires are tightly interwoven with extremely wonderful high-level logic, just like breaking a beast and a saint into pieces and then cleverly merging them into one, allowing the saint to naturally use his nose to dig at the trough like a pig, while the pig hums and speaks out the truth of the world.

This makes all beings who witness it nauseous. Higher beings pride themselves on being noble, but they have never expected to have seen such a foul-smelling "kind" as it.

Hades stared at Tyrann.

And Tyran also discovered Him.

Hades trembled... and raised his scythe.