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

Chapter 674 122. Death
"Interview with the internal tabloid of the Hades Cult. What was your feeling when you first saw Hades?"

"I don't know. I was... totally confused at that time."

John said, he blinked and stretched out his hands, as if trying to gesture something, but he couldn't tell what the feeling was. He seemed to be briefly shocked again.

The woman beside the bishop's bed pushed up her glasses.
"Bishop, since you are the first one who has not met him beforehand, and he was not in a friendly state the first time, I suggest you answer carefully. Your answer will be used as a reference by other guys who are waiting to meet Pluto, so that they will not be too out of control when they meet him."

John opened his mouth in surprise.
"Wait, does he know you're doing this?"

"Perhaps he knows, or perhaps the matter is not of sufficient concern to warrant his attention—but in any case, say what you think, Bishop."

John swallowed, his hands twitching unconsciously, as if he had returned to that day, trying to grasp his own feelings at that moment.

Finally, he bit his cracked lips and said,

"It's... I can't describe it... but... you know, he exists, he responds to us, he's there - you have to see it with your own eyes."

At that time, the black wind seemed to be whistling past his face.

........................

There he is.

It’s him. No, I will never make a mistake.

Even the wind was silent.

The Hades statue of the Hades Cult has no face, and the same is true for the Ohm Messiah worshipped in the Mechanicum. The image of Hades is usually a burly humanoid wearing a cloak, with a three-headed Hades dog under his knees.

Because of this, John once complained that the three-headed hound under the statue of Pluto might be more iconic than the statue of Pluto himself.

Now he takes back his joke.

John's whole body was shaking, his soul seemed to be exposed to the bottomless abyss, the black eyes of the god were staring at him.

The sun was still emitting a scorching, dazzling white light in the sky, but John felt it was dark, too dark - in a trance, he thought he was in hell, falling into the earth.

It was like some ancient giant was walking past his head. The gods did not notice him, but his shadow blocked out the sun.

But John could see, clearly see the appearance of Pluto.

The space was refracting strangely under Pluto's feet, and John realized that it might be a shattered space. Further up, darkness woven into a cloak, hanging down from his body.

He... Pluto... was not looking at John now. On the contrary, he had his back to the Cardinal. John could not see his face, but he knew clearly that he had no expression on his face at the moment.

Pluto is looking towards the east.

Then, John suddenly realized that everything was too quiet, with only his breathing and that of the boy beside him. He suppressed his gaze from gnawing at the god and tried his best to move his eyes away.

Time slowed down so much that he saw the enemy plane just beginning to descend.

The groups of blade-shaped fighters looked strange in John's vision. They had lost their usual elegance and accuracy, and their noses were ugly and tilted downward at a tiny angle.

He saw that the ankles of the Slaanesh horse on the street seemed to have lost their supporting strength, and traces of muscle texture appeared around its mouth, but it was no longer an expression of fanaticism, but was mixed with some unspeakable fear.

But - the most important thing is that the Slaanesh horse is dead, its pupils have lost their luster, and it will never be able to look at its master again.

This made John realize one thing, that is - everything was over, and before this moment, the demons were dead forever.

After he realizes he is dead, time begins to flow normally again.

Hey!
The first Eldar corpse fell to the ground.

Then, the music begins with the rain played by the falling corpses, da da da da da!

The corpses comically loosened their hands holding the swords and slept in the embrace of the law of gravity. In the meantime, there were lightning and thunder, and muffled thunder rumbled - the giant beast smashed into the earth, making a deafening sound.

How quiet the world was just now, and how lively it is now. For the first time, John realized that death has a voice. They are noisy and chirping, using flesh and bones as drumsticks to beat on the earth, welcoming the coming of God.

Explosions sounded one after another, and countless pieces of earth and rocks were blown away, splashing on the soldiers who were standing there with their mouths wide open.

But compared to these corpses whose faces showed a hint of fear before they reacted, his true believers were more slack. People's souls were trembling among the corpses on the ground, not knowing, not understanding, and not believing what was happening.

They could hardly believe that this disaster, which had lasted for three weeks and plowed the land, ended so hastily, so absurdly, and so simply—

Even as the bodies of their enemies fell reactionlessly at their feet, they could hardly imagine it.

The god didn't care about these things. He looked at the warrior who called him.

On the eastern front that was defeated an hour and a half ago, on the blood-soaked land, the warrior who called on Hades was there.

The Silent Lady, with wounds all over her body, knelt down in front of the great demon she had beheaded, kneeling on the soil soaked with the blood of her colleagues, with her hands on her heart. A long-dried blood waterfall appeared between her hands, and in her palms was a piece of black stone that Hades had once covered with the black domain.

The death of twenty-one soulless people and a stone particle led Hades to this place.

……already dead.

Hades thought about it, and a faint sadness came over him, but was quickly soothed by him.

Death is the most common presence. Beside the Silent Man, there is more death than the harvested grains of wheat on Barbarus.

He slowly lowered the concentration of the black domain to allow the suppressed people to move, while Hades stepped down from the sky step by step and walked to the side of the Silent Man who summoned him.

Just as he started to act, the survivors finally reacted.

The sages almost cheered to the point of breaking their own voice organs. They praised and shouted madly in the direction of Hades, but they could not control their desire to pounce on and snatch the Eldar's magical technological creations. It was extremely funny for a moment.

The Dusk Rebels were calmer. They began to pray in low voices, silently reciting the God-Emperor Prayer. Commander
John turned his head and saw that the civilians were all in tears. Perhaps they didn't know who was coming, but they saw the enemy suddenly fall to the ground and heard the cheers of the Mechanicus. The erosion on their bodies was slowly fading away.

Some people knelt directly on the ground and rested their heads on the ground.

"Don't!"

John suddenly shouted,

"Don't kneel! He doesn't want you to kneel!"

He waved his arms in vain, but no one listened to him - Rule 23, when the crowd was excited, the Hades Cultists acted as needed, so John put aside his confused thoughts and turned to check on the boy in a panic -

John had never seen such a quick healing before, he looked at the boy beside him and reached out with a trembling hand to touch the horn on the boy's head.

Click.

John looked at the fallen horn in shock. The boy seemed a little tired, but John suddenly held the boy's face and began to carefully examine the child's health - in the end John concluded that this was a manifestation of the second level of fatigue of the soul.

The bishop could no longer bear it. He finally got over the shock and fell backwards to the ground, his mouth opening and closing.
"Pluto——"

He shouted, and the emotions suppressed by the black domain began to fight back. John cried and laughed, felt happy and afraid.

"Pluto! --Pluto!!!"

he burst into tears.

……

Hades walked beside the Silent Warrior, closed her eyes, and then used liquid metal to lift the remaining body of the Silent Warrior from the tragic battlefield. He turned around and saw the defenders who were slow to react and were running towards him.

He saw the Mechanical Sage flying almost low to the ground, the Space Marine running at great strides, and the Bishop being held in the arms of the Space Marine, his face full of tears and his eyes empty.

"..."

Hades smiled bitterly, but seemed to have noticed something. He looked up.
In the Milky Way, among the magnificent rivers of light, Hades felt a hint of malice. He was watching here.

Hades calmly shielded his vision with the black domain, ignoring the angry scream from the Dark Prince the next moment.

He swore that the last death in this war would come from Slaanesh. …………

【Toughness】

【…】

"He just left? Hahahahahaha!"

Facing Mortarion who was silent in the strategy room, Typhon laughed out loud, without any intention of hiding his smile.

"Hopefully next time he won't just dump you straight out into the galaxy again after making the ridiculous offer to let you fly with him."

Mortarion said nothing, but the gradually dropping room temperature made his attitude clear.

【If it relaxes you... then feel free to laugh, Karas.】

Callas stopped laughing.

Mortarion was relieved.

[Luther is coming soon. He is already on board the Endurance.]

"Luther, Luther of the First Legion?"

Karas raised his voice, "So?"

[Do you think the Dark Angels of the First Legion will fully obey my orders during the war? ]

"will not."

Typhon said decisively that the reputation of the Dark Angels of the First Legion was well known to everyone - they would usually suddenly join a mission, and then do their own thing in the middle of the mission, completely disregarding the lives of friendly and enemy forces.

Sometimes, the Dark Angels will not even tell their allies who is in command of their First Order - leaving them to guess.

[I was planning to invite the Ultramarines, or the World Eaters, but the First Legion was the first to respond.]

The Primarch said calmly,

[I went to ask the Lord of Mankind, and he agreed to let the First Legion join this expedition.]

"How was the previous handover?"

Karas asked suddenly.

<It went well,> the Primarch said. <So well that I could tell they were performing.>

"..."

"So you asked me to come over?"

Mortarion spread his hands and said calmly,
[I think Luther will tell me part of the truth, but not all of it. I think he will think that the part he hides will not affect the entire war - but I will never allow it.]

[The last time the Death God Army betrayed me, I paid a heavy price. ]

"So you think I can get something out of Luther?"

Karas sneered. From the moment the High Gothic word Luther came out, he knew why Mortarion called him over - in fact, Karas had a good relationship with Luther.

【I believe you can succeed.】

Mortarion said, then looked towards the door, the guards opened it for the newcomers, and there stood Luther.

Karas marveled that Luther was old enough, and so was he, and so was Ahriman, and so was Karas—

Karas believed that those who served as deputies to the Primarch would age and become tired quickly, and that this was the Primarch's problem.

Karas grinned, stood up and gave a beautiful knight's salute.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Karas said, watching Luther nod at him, and went to salute the Primarch first, and then with the Primarch's tacit approval, he turned around and returned the salute to Karas.

"Good day, everyone."

Luther said, sitting on the sofa next to Karas with a serious expression.

"I wish to consult with you about this expedition, my lord."

【Speaking.】

Luther hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"The Dark Angels will fully support your expedition this time, but we hope that you can let the First Legion also join the expedition to attack Comoros in the later stage, rather than just deploying us in the external war zone."

[Before I say yes, give me a reason, old knight.]

"..."

Karas looked at Luther. Sometimes he really didn't understand why these Calibans liked to play with mystery so much. They were never willing to expose too much of themselves.

There is no benefit in this. At least the Pale Lord wants them to tell him everything without hiding anything - if Luther does not speak up, then Death will start from other aspects.

Or is he just spoiled? Karas thought, there is no one like Hades who says everything. Although Karas hates Hades very much,

But there is one good thing about that damn soulless Ogryn, that is, he never plays riddles with them. Karas believes that this is another important evidence that Hades has no brain, because his brain capacity is too small, so he doesn't speak in riddles.

"Our primarch is in Commorros."

Luther finally spoke up. He nervously watched Mortarion's reaction, but the Pale Lord didn't react at all. He just said one word lightly.

【Oh. 】

"We are going to take him back to the Legion, my lord. Please understand the vision of the First Legion. The Legion longs for the former Lord of the Forest."

So why doesn't he come out on his own?

Mortarion asked again,
[I think my brother has hands and feet. Even though Commoron is extremely dangerous... I don't think it will trap a Primarch.]

There was another silence, and then Karas decided to speak.
"My cousin,"

Typhon looked at Luther and said, Typhon was keenly aware of the uneasiness and tension beneath Luther's surface... and guilt?

"You can just say it directly - any misunderstanding between us will lead to failure, a failure that neither you nor I can bear."

Luther fell silent again, and the old knight began to analyze the Pale Lord. The Emperor did not give them too many instructions, so Luther had to act cautiously on his own.

Will the Pale Lord hinder their mission? But Luther has been waiting for ten thousand years. He wants to redeem the mistakes he made in the past. He wants to find the Lion King. He just wants to see his adopted son's face again.

But Luther didn't dare to say much. Not only was he there, but there were other people and primarchs behind him. He couldn't disrupt the situation because of his momentary slip of the tongue.

Finally, he could only say this:

"There is a conflict between the First Legion and the Imperial Regent."

He implicitly reminded them that at this moment, Emperor Malcador's fleet was sailing on another route and would join them on the battlefield of Comoros.

but--

[Which empire is regent? ]

Mortarion asked, the Primarch frowned and thought of Buzz, the son of Hades. The little bastard was fighting against the First Legion?

(End of this chapter)