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

Chapter 668 116. He Walks in a Pool of Blood
(Warning: This chapter contains heavy language and contains descriptions of slaanesh. Please be careful when reading. Please exit if you are uncomfortable.)
blood.

Abuse.

massacre.

The dark green, hideous looking helmet boots lightly stepped on the pool of blood, a faint blood-red ripple appeared. Next to them lay a pale and skinny Eldar twisted in pain, with a twisted body and a look of despair.

Lie.

The roar of ancient beasts and the collision and screams of the beasts' bodies could be heard from the jungle of steel ruins.

A brilliant purple, so gorgeous that it is eerie, blooms overhead, and the stars that were once captured for energy are struggling in their dying moments in the crumbling sky.

It's crazy here.

But...you have to be quiet.

Lie.

The ripples disappeared quietly on the pool of blood.

The light footsteps of a feline beast stepped over the corpses on the ground, a cold light flashed across the sword, order and madness appeared in the same person, he was a beast wrapped in the skin of order.

he is……

An old face appeared in the shadow under the tattered hood.

Leon Jonson.

This place is no longer suitable for human survival, and it is not suitable for any living creature to exist. Madness and lust seep into your bones until you fall into a fantasy dream of love and madness.

He didn't have to leave.

But someone has to go.

Leon Johnson lowered his eyes, dodged into the alley, and changed his route again. A few minutes later, a group of large and ferocious Eldar appeared on the street, with their scalps peeled open, their brains exposed, and wrist-sized needles inserted into them.

The elves belonging to the Lord of Greed walked unsteadily. They went forward to check, but did not smell any trace of aliens. After wandering for more than ten minutes, they had to leave slowly.

The Lion King did not stop, the tip of his sword was not stained with blood, but blood was now dangerous.

What was flowing in the bodies of these Eldar controlled by Slaanesh was no longer blood, but a cocktail of banned drugs, carrying a scent that made him intuitively feel dangerous. Lion realized that just one drop would allow Slaanesh to discover him.

He can't leave yet.

Leon thought, he remembered the reprimand he had given Luther, did he understand it then? But now he understood.

He hoped that Luther was doing well. This was not what the Lion King had in mind at first. His first instinct always gave him the impression that he did not want to face the grave of his first offspring.

Then the wild instinct was interpreted rationally into his point of view.

Here, in this place full of madness and depravity, his wildness will keep him alive, and his humanity will tell him what he is holding on to.

The lion king raised his hand, and a wisp of forest haze appeared in his palm. He couldn't grasp them yet, but it was enough.

Faintly, he heard the cry of a raven - and then fragments of that thing - the evil existence that lurked on Caliban and shrouded it in a haze.

His miscalculation at the time left most of Ouroboros in the hands of the enemy, but Luther was right, and they managed to keep a part of it.

Psychic energy forcibly restrained the small fragment. The Lion King found it difficult to describe what it was. Any act of looking at it would make his eyes sting and stimulate the darkest instincts in his heart.

Leon felt like he was stepping into that dark forest again, alone, facing the eyes hiding in the darkness, but the situation was even more dangerous now, because a false god was bleeding here.

"Father."

Lion Jonson blinked and swallowed the illusion he had just had. His instinct had already brought him to the 24th hiding place.

【it's me. 】

Leon said hoarsely, calmly watching the descendants hiding behind the wall come out,
Some of them have obvious Caliban features and have completely completed the transformation experiment, while the origins of others seem to be more mixed, and the degree of transformation is also different.

【gone. 】

' said Lion's Jonson, and the shadow of the forest swayed again over his head, and it grew darker and more dangerous here.

"Father,"

A purple-eyed heir looked at him. His right arm had been brutally cut off, and there were remnants of insulting tattoos on his face.

"When will you leave?"

【I do not go.】

Leon said calmly, his facial expression making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. He started to move again, his destination being a collapsed small webway exit in Comoros.

He couldn't use his psionics in a big way, or Slaanesh would find out, and if that happened, the Lion would have to leave.

He can't leave now.

If you leave, you will never be able to return to Comoros easily. The crazy Slaanesh has already turned this place into a giant cocoon, with hazy silver liquid and silk wrapping it layer by layer, like a giant egg hatching some kind of god.

He still has his own mission here, he can't leave.

Lion led his children and warriors forward step by step. Since the coming of Slaanesh, this place is no longer suitable for them to survive. Before this, these warriors were the best hunters of the lion.

But now, here, with Slaanesh changing so drastically, they needed to leave quickly.

With every step being just right, the Primarch moved swiftly and silently through the streets of the ruined city.
In order to avoid touching the ubiquitous psychic threads, his descendants followed his footsteps with every step. This might be a difficult thing for ordinary warriors, but the fallen angels did a good job, because those who made mistakes had been eliminated.

A long, shrill scream came from the distance again, coming from Aisha.

【Don’t look back.】

Leon warned, and his warriors followed his instructions and continued to move forward, while the lion narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways quickly.

The brief purple phantom mist was blown away by the whistle, revealing what was behind it.

He saw Elsa expanding to an unimaginable level of madness and blasphemy. Elsa became extremely large, large enough to become some kind of iconic building.

It was a... weird kind of swelling.

But the most horrifying thing was not just that. The Mother Goddess of the Eldar had completely become a tool of Slaanesh. Her abdomen was bulging high, and her thin belly allowed the Primarch to easily see inside, where were densely packed Eldar fetuses suspended in the amniotic fluid. Some of the fetuses were deformed, and the sight of them made people shudder.

A tube that looked like a reproductive organ fell off the side of Aisha's mouth, and forbidden drugs and the soul residue that seeped out of the wound on Slaanesh's abdomen were flowing out of it.

That - that is not an Eldar born normally.

Aisha was placed under a forbidden spell by the Empire. She would no longer give birth to souls for any Eldar, and every baby she gave birth to would be stillborn. This was a curse from her enemies, written personally by the Pale Lord who usurped power from the Garden, and reinforced by the Four-Colored Mixed Emperor.

But within that swollen belly, countless stiff fetuses twitched from time to time.

Slaanesh applied Dark Eldar cloning technology to Aisha, turning her into a living clone pod, and in vain he stuffed the Eldar residue that flowed out of the Eldar Mother Goddess into her, in a desperate attempt to create new life.

At the same time, countless true elves were mating in the Mother Goddess's bulging belly. They were screaming in pain. There were even male elves with only a head left, with their genitals connected by a spinal cord. They were stuffed into the bodies of crazy female elves. Just because the females in mating felt hungry, they were devoured of their flesh and blood and transformed into more convenient forms. At the same time, they were completely deprived of the right to mate with their peers. The abdomens of some plump males also began to bulge.

Fertility.

He wants a new birth.

He wants new souls.

It was as if a giant mouth was licking the reproductive tract of every true child, and the fragrance of the soul nurtured in it drove the weak god crazy. He wanted souls! He wanted them!
A mixture of semen and blood flowed out from the mad god's body. The wound on his abdomen began to fester, emitting a foul stench that was different from the musk that filled the entire ground. However, this did not cause his abdomen to shrink. On the contrary, it swelled up.

From time to time, a huge bulge of sharp resentment poked out from inside his abdomen. Some living creature was frantically destroying and devouring his insides inside his body - it was the god of death.

On the day when the last Eldar dies, the day when the last Eldar soul is shattered, Death will slay Slaanesh once and for all, bringing an end to the Eldar's ten thousand years of revenge.

In the dim and gloomy sky without a trace of breeze, Xi Gaoqi's crazy laughter could be faintly heard again.

……

The utmost madness and despair.

The lion king turned around, and the flash of madness in his eyes was instantly replaced by cold rationality. It was no longer suitable to keep anyone here.

At least humans cannot resist the scene before their eyes.

He just wanted to make up for his past mistakes... and complete his mission.

The Primarch possessed absolute reconnaissance abilities, and the group soon found a suburb far away from the main city. From time to time, there were beast-like crawling humanoids rummaging through the corpses, but the lions ignored them all.

A low fortress came into their sight.

Head lowered, the lion walked into the ruined fortress and found the operating room intuitively. In front of the operating table, Leon stretched out his hand, frost spread from under his knuckles, and buzz - the sound of the instrument working again was heard.

【time to go.】

Lion said, leading his warriors into the underground chamber of the fortress, where there was a small webway entrance. He lifted the bulkhead and whistled.

A raven landed on his arm armor.

【Let it lead the way for you. 】

The Lion King said, and the raven flapped its wings in understanding and landed on the warrior's shoulder armor.

Leon lowered his head calmly, the wrinkles on his face made him look more weathered and also reduced his imposing manner. His descendants seemed hesitant, but perhaps they already knew that the lion had made up his mind.

"My Lord Primarch,"

It was still the same guy, the Calibanite with purple eyes,
“You don’t have to do that.”

He said, “…we don’t resent you.”

My descendants,

Leon said tiredly, was he really compensating? Or was it his intuition that told him to do this? He didn't think about it, just followed his nature.

[This is what has happened, I am doing what has been done, and you are the result.]

His offspring wanted to say something more, but the lion exerted some appropriate pressure, which successfully shut them up, and Leon felt relieved.

Finally, the warriors saluted and then stepped into the webway.

【call……】

Leon felt relieved. There were still three groups of people left that had not been sent out, and he was not sure whether any of the original descendants would continue to appear in Comoros.

He raised his hand, and the fragment of Ouroboros reappeared. Leon sensed it and found an anchor point nearby. He needed to place it there.

The fluctuations in time are becoming more and more severe.

The lion held his breath and thought that he was about to go back there again, back to his hometown.

This time, he won't make any mistakes.

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【Terra】

"……do not be afraid."

Pluto said that the towering sharp dome cast a shadow, covering half of the giant's body, like the most luxurious black swan velvet in the world.

In the secret room of the church, which was neither too big nor too small, countless candles and incense were lit, mixed with the bones of the soulless and black stone powder soaked in the black domain.

Archbishop Samuel of the Hades Cult stood silently beside Hades, assisting in the blessing ceremony of Hades.

In this expedition, important generals and their confidants must deal with anti-chaos.

The Emperor contracted a part of it, most of whom were devout legion warriors or mortals, and Mortarion also contracted a part of it, most of whom were people from the Storm Segmentum.

The rest, those who were not firm in their faith in the state religion and firmly believed in the religion of the underworld, were sent to Hades.

Of course, Hades is not picky about everything. If you want to obtain the protection of Hades, you must have a strong enough will and be compatible with Hades' abilities.

Otherwise, before Hades even blesses them, the souls of these humans will immediately become weak to the point of death due to the Black Domain.

Therefore, most of the people who came to Hades were determined secular people, who unexpectedly met the selection criteria of the Hades Cult... Hades thought he realized something.

Following the hint from the Soulless Guard, Hades looked up and saw the queue of people waiting for the blessing, among which there were even a few Kriegs.

...Krieg should have been blessed by the Emperor, but several siege regiments will most likely need to go deep into the Webway, and the Emperor's blessing may not be useful at that time, so Pluto will be needed.

Hades thought that it was a bit far-fetched to let these untransformed humans attack Comoros, but the Lord of Mankind and the Lord of Paleness both thought there was no problem. What's more, the Legion's strength was not enough. No matter how many troops were needed to attack a god, they would not be enough.

There is no other way... Hades can only fill up the equipment bars for these people who are about to die.

Hope they like their new gear.

The blessing of the first batch of Hades Cult members has ended, and the blessing of the second batch of Soulless Ones and Mechanical Sages has also ended. Now it is the third batch, most of the mortal generals, and more than a hundred legionnaires who asked to fight in the deepest part of the Webway, mostly from the Dark Angels and the Imperial Fists.

At this time there will still be large-scale blessings and warding off evil spirits, but they will not be as detailed as they are now.

Hades thought about it and calmly looked at the next person, who was a political commissar, and his corps was the Valhalla Ice Warriors.

A deep scar ran through the old political commissar's face. Facing the Hades, whose face was as empty as a void dragon, the tough guy just remained silent.

"You will be invincible."

Hades said,
"I bless you, and the fake ones will regard you as their natural enemy."

Pluto stretched out his hand and hovered it over the black stone basin in front of him. Drops of liquid flowed out. It didn't look like bright red, but more like metal or pure black. However, since the room was too dark, no one could tell what color it was.

Blood dripped into the darkness.

Archbishop Samuel stepped forward in time. His bald head made Hades' eyes brighter. The archbishop frowned and lectured the blessed person.

Then the Archbishop produced some kind of quick tattoo stamp and dipped the large, heavy stamp into the basin of blood, letting the blood seep in. The Commissar knelt on one knee, shirtless.

"Praise be to Hades."

Samuel said as he pressed towards the mortal's back, and the evil-repelling mark that had pierced into the skin was revealed, with a simple message - "HADES".

At first, Hades thought he was forced to do some strange play, but in the end he succumbed to reality. His blood plus his real name allowed him to sense the souls of these people and determine whether there was chaos erosion at the first time.

Hades proposed an external portable necklace, but was rejected as it was obviously not safe enough.

So...that's it.

Hades said nothing.

He had watched the blessing ceremony of Mortarion Malcador, the Lord of Mankind, and in the end, Hades felt that his ceremony was the simplest, most respectful, and least embarrassing for him.

(End of this chapter)