Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 317 306. Intentional

In the darkness, Hades walked past the corpses lying on the ground with ease. Those people looked like ordinary residents of the Perfect City. They wore robes with prayers embroidered on them, as if they suddenly fell down while running. of.

Next to Hades, Cyrene covered her mouth tightly and tried to keep up with Hades's footsteps. The corpses looked like they were still alive, with fresh skins, but...but the insides had disappeared.

Cyrene stepped carefully over the arm of a dead body, and she felt her heart pounding. Is that what the... being next to her did?Is this witchcraft?But is there really witchcraft to desecrate so far?

She glanced as faintly as she could at the giant beside her, who looked like some kind of mysterious, ancient being, but... didn't look evil?

No, Cyrene said to herself, you cannot tell good from evil by appearances.

Near them, soulless troops in black armor have been deployed throughout the exhibition hall. They hold bolters and carefully inspect the exhibits in the exhibition hall.

Only at night do these exhibits collected from alien stars become terrifying under the shroud of darkness. The structure of the hall is very simple, it is just a large platform filled with various exhibits, and in the center of the hall, It is a tall sculpture of the Emperor - a must-have sculpture in every perfect city building.

For some reason, the clock on the wall had stopped long ago, a complex of exposed cables, a small steam engine, Cyrene remembered that it had never stopped working.

The pointer above points to seven minutes past zero.

"All right,"

She heard the black-armored giant muttering to himself,

"I hate metaphors the most."

The giant walked straight to where he was going with a clear goal. They passed the Buddha statue with nine hands, and the nine eyeball-sized inlaid pearls glowed in the darkness; they passed the red gold sword stand with eight swords. The rust on it looks like blood dripping down; passing seven bundles of bundled wheat seems to be densely covered with maggots; passing the hexagonal purple-red light gauze curtain, strangely shaped pillars lie on those soft gauze...

Cyrene looked at them in astonishment. These exhibits are hidden in a large number of exhibits, and they are not eye-catching on weekdays. After all, there are even creations of human skin and bones in other exhibits-but as long as you walk along a specific route, then Tourists must pass them.

Finally, Hades stopped in the middle of the hall, next to the statue of the emperor, and the statue of the emperor was looking at them majestically, with empty eyes.

"Stand away."

Hades said softly, listening to the cautious footsteps of the blessed lady beside him, Hades took a deep breath, and the next moment, surging darkness fell.

He raised his scythe—

"boom!!!"

Hades smashed into the Idol of the Emperor!

Cyrene covered her mouth and let out a short scream. Her eyes were darkened, and she couldn't stop praying to the Emperor in her heart.

The hard stones peeled off like a wall, revealing the rotten and dirty core inside, bursts of indescribable stench wafted from it, yellow and white pus oozed out, countless rusty iron chains protruded from the bottom of the stone, Layers of entanglement locked the broken sword inside.

The broken sword was rusty, but it still looked extremely sharp, and there were coquettish patterns flowing on the obsidian sword body.

The sword seemed to have a life of its own, but it was obviously dying now. The moment the broken sword appeared in people's sight, the darkness around Hades instantly deepened.

And the moment the stench came out, the black armored soldiers around Cyrene pressed a helmet on her head as quickly as possible. At first, Cyrene thought they were going to kill her, but when she realized After they were trying to protect her, Cyrene quietly accepted the helmet.

Silently, Cyrene heard the giant whisper something she couldn't understand,
"Shipped, or SSR?"

"What the hell?"

The giant bent over and turned around the broken sword hidden in the statue of the God Emperor a few times, muttering about the cursed sword and what was not the time, he looked extremely confused.

But after confirming that there was no threat from the sword at present, the giant straightened up and walked towards her. The darkness fell on her, and she suddenly felt dizzy.

Completely different from before, a majestic voice sounded,

"You see, ma'am, that's why the perfect city had to be burned."

He casually looked at the broken sword in the broken sculpture, holding a scythe like an old farmer who had just plowed the field, but his other hand was always on the pistol at his waist.

"There is clearly something wrong with your beliefs. I don't think the Emperor is like this at least. This... this is the truth, can you understand?"

Cyrene was panting. She was still immersed in the image of the giant directly smashing the statue of the God Emperor, but the existence of the broken sword directly shattered her.

Why... why are there such unclean and dirty things in the sculpture of the God Emperor?Cyrene's brain was trembling, and she was sure that what she understood, the God Emperor she believed in was definitely not such an existence, then... then what did they worship on weekdays?
To have such a profane presence buried in the statues of the gods is... heresy... their beliefs tainted?Or were they simply wrong?What exactly is going on?

Maybe she was silent for too long, the giant in front of her scratched his head, as if thinking about something, he spoke again,
"I can feel your piety... At least you don't need to question or shake anything on this point. You may be confused about this-ah, someone has come to you, you can ask him."

"Who is looking for me?"

Cyrene spoke hoarsely, the giant blinked,

"The one you most want to see... exists."

Then the giant quickly added the next few sentences,
"This place is not suitable for you. You have already seen the truth, and we obviously don't have religious experts here. I haven't read the Holy Word or anything. If I have read it, I can chat with you. Go find it." Let’s chat with someone on the side, he’s already here.”

A series of words obviously completely stuck Cyrene's confused thinking brain. The words were completely different from the weirdness emanating from the giant itself. Cyrene felt that he might often hear this tone in the vegetable market.

She slowly erased the conclusion in her heart that this giant was a demon. It is impossible for a demon to be...so kind and talkative.

She licked her chapped lips, she had experienced too much this night,

"You... what is your name, my lord?"

"Hades."

As the giant spoke, he instructed the soldiers to send her away. He smiled at her friendlyly and waved goodbye, but she was like an audience member who was hurriedly kicked out of the theater. Cyrene was in a daze, and she slowly realized that The meaning of that word...

"Pluto?"

Next, she turned her head and saw a middle-aged man standing on the moonlit street. He was wearing a plain linen robe, a thorn wreath on his head, and bare feet.

what?
Hades, who hastily sent the blessed lady away, was relieved. After confirming that the lady was not contaminated, he decisively sent her to find the emperor.

Almost playing off, Hades thought, what the hell is going on here?Just now in the black domain, the strength of spiritual energy here is not very high?
Even now, the sword did not exude a strong spiritual energy, and Hades easily suppressed it with the black field.

but……

Hades turned back,
Why is the old enemy sword here?Erebus stole it in advance?Wasn't this the sword that later stabbed Horus and caused his downfall?
Could it be that he successfully drew the ssr in advance?
Or... was this intentional by Sishen?

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(End of this chapter)