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

Chapter 715 163. Who is the Son of Hades? !

"This may be an accident..."

Hades said this guiltily, the rocks falling on his head making his already guilty words sound even more like a mumble.

Countless active metals condensed around him, clearing a path for the group of people who were floating up into the air. The earth's crust automatically cracked, earth dragons dived up, and the earth trembled.

Given Sanguinius' size, they certainly couldn't go back the same way, so they unanimously decided to just let Hades dig straight up.

——I didn't use this strategy when I came here earlier because I was worried that the imprisonment seal would be destroyed in advance, causing Angron, who was guarding Sanguinius, to be affected.

[You mean you accidentally fell into a clan of greenskins, accidentally decided to become their leader, and accidentally made them evolve? ]

Angron, hanging in midair below Hades, holding onto his feet, raised his eyebrows humorously.

[My friend, I thought you had developed feelings for those greenskins. You could have just said it. Valdor is not here now.]

The Adeptus Custodes Valdor refused the option of hanging at the feet of Hades/Mortarion. The Lord of the Adeptus Custodes said that he wanted to return the same way, and everyone voted unanimously in agreement.

[Angron, don't make me vomit on you.]

Mortarion, who was standing diagonally below him, said this, holding Guilliman's shoulder armor with both hands, while Guilliman was holding Sanguinius.

Mortarion was rising slowly in an oddly hunched position, wings beating, and Angron was sure he saw the updraft of psychic energy beneath the pale lord's wings.

Thanks to Mortarion's extraordinary carrying capacity, he could carry the two Primarchs into the air for a long time - but this was just a piece of cake for Mortarion, as Guilliman and Sanguinius combined were not that heavy compared to the other being.

Angron paused for a moment.
【Mortarion?】

He looked at the Pale Lord, thoughtfully.
[Long time no see...You are in much better condition than I thought. 】

[I would be better if you didn't use your strong light-like perception to detect me. ]

Angron smiled and withdrew some of his detection.

【so,】

Guilliman took the opportunity to say,

[There are now Khorne's army on Baal, as well as a powerful greenskin force. 】

Guilliman felt the heaviness of Sanguinius in his hand. He was extremely speechless and puzzled by Hades' behavior. Under normal circumstances, Guilliman would have seriously rebuked this behavior as soon as possible. This was extremely absurd and unreasonable.

but now……

Sanguinius's breathing was weak but steady. Guilliman knew that Hades had done them a great favor. Hades could have rebuked Guilliman and Angron for their stupidity thousands of years ago.

But apart from Mortarion's occasional face-to-face confrontation, these two Barbarus from the Death Guard still fully supported him in action.

In this vast galaxy, no one is completely right.

Guilliman sighed inwardly.

He knew Hades's concerns, and he looked up at Angron above him, and the vote was completed in an instant.

What can they do?
It was as if Mortarion had forgiven them, and they decided to turn a blind eye to a greenskin who shouted "For Hades!"

At least we shouldn't continue to put pressure on Hades and the others.

[It will be more difficult to finish the work afterwards.]

Guilliman commented in a proper manner:
【But I have experience with this... You don't have to worry too much about it. 】

On the Ascension Day of Sanguinius, hundreds of millions of people underwent memory wiping or physical wiping.

Hades was silent. He was very grateful for the help of Guilliman and Angron. He did not feel puzzled (perhaps he did, but they did not intend to say it out loud), but chose to help him destroy the evidence as soon as possible.

"A good man has a safe life."

Hades said with real feeling, and he heard Mortarion sneer.

But I still have a question.

Guilliman's voice continued,

[Khorne and the Greenskins' armies are both psychic-based. Can you quickly deal with them? ]

"The psychic field and magnetic field on Baal are now in a state of turmoil. I can clear the psychic bodies near me, but long-distance precise positioning may require the assistance of the Cult of the Underworld."

Hades said that although he appeared calm on the surface, a faint despair was emerging in his heart. He could kill his enemies physically, but his enemies could also kill him sociologically.

He stared up at the surface, ready to throw Angron to Mortarion and physically teleport up if the magnetic storm on Baal subsided for a moment.

begging.

Hades screamed in his heart, don't let him die!!!
His dark history at that time can no longer be concealed!

Thinking back to the past, a chill and goose bumps crept up Hades' spine.

How great it was to shout "WAAAGH" at that time, how miserable it is to cry now.

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

"Big front teeth,"

Blake's voice was as calm as dead water, but underneath it seemed as if there were endless magma rolling.

…………

The moment he discovered the greenskin enemy attack, old Buzz immediately ordered Black to go to the Holy Cathedral alone, while Buzz decided to lead the Son of Hades and the combined army of the Hades on a long journey.

According to common sense, this is extremely against the rules to let a soldier cross the long blood fog desert alone, and there are Khorne warriors wandering in the middle.

Ordinary Space Marines might not even be able to successfully reach their destination, but Blake did not hesitate at all. After giving Buzz, who was covering his mouth, a shoulder throw, Blake picked up the battle axe given to him by his father, turned around and stepped into the endless blood desert.

Blake felt something boiling in his blood, his ice-blue eyes sparkling, and he seemed to hear the restless waaaagh like thunder in the sky.

Blake had never felt this way since leaving the Octareus Sector.

The battle axe in his hand was cheering with his pulse. Blake knew what he was going to do. He ran, ran wildly across the desert.

Running towards his own battle.

He knew what he would win.

After leaving the Octares sector, the Father of Genes turned his gaze to a longer-term direction. The Son of the First Return was no longer being watched. After a brief moment of astonishment, Pluto shaped his own regiment into a useful sickle.

But their attendance rates decreased. They stayed at Pluto's feet for a long time, accompanied by the Extreme Warriors who picked up quills and shuttled between documents and files.

They will also experience wars, but they will still be under the darkness of Pluto. Pluto cherishes them, so they will not suffer losses, but will be sent to the battlefield more accurately and efficiently.

Most of the brothers in the chapter are extremely satisfied with this kind of life of getting by. They fight, they review documents, and they enjoy life.

But Black would never associate with them.

Blake Butcher believed that his comrades would burst out with amazing fighting power and cohesion when necessary, but their life goals were too casual and their lifestyle was too relaxed.

If the chapter had not chosen these people, if wars in this galaxy were not still frequent, most of the Sons of Pluto might not have chosen to become a warrior at all. They would have been engineers, farmers, workers, blacksmiths... but never a Son of Pluto.

Blake couldn't fit in.

In this regard, it was Buzz Bella, who often beat him, who could have common topics with Blake.

"I don't understand." Blake said. He looked at his comrades who had agreed to go to the market on their day off. They were noisily calculating the discounts on crops and preparing to feast on the fresh produce.

The Space Marines went to grab the food, they were a little too unreasonable.

“You don’t need to understand,”

Bella said casually, "Holiday? Holidays are for the minions!" As the former regent of the empire, he certainly didn't have such cheap and low-grade things.

"Everyone has their own goals and ways of living. If the goals can be successfully achieved, there is no need to force them - this is the wisdom and kindness of Pluto."

Buzz picked up another piece of paper, and suddenly he blinked and twirled the pen in his hand.

"How are you going to live? I remember you got a zero for the soldier career plan you submitted last year."

Son of Pluto, plan your life regularly so that you won’t be confused.

Of course, if you want to be confused, the regiment will not interfere by force.

How does he want to live...

Blake Butcher was silent.

His straightforward life consisted of nothing but fighting and survival, until the [Bullet of Fate] ejected his fate from the frame.

He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew which part of his past he most wanted to return to.

"Follow Hades..."

Blake muttered softly, then suddenly said firmly,
"fighting."

He would fight until Hades could see him thoroughly and fully realize his fighting power.

Rather than looking away hastily.

He wanted... he wanted to become a fighter with higher strength than the Legion Elder, Karas Typhon.

Blake demands that he become a mortal under Pluto's command, which is the limit of mortals.

………………

"Black Butcher, you are still alive."

Big Fang said in surprise, looking at Blake's Space Marine helmet and the Son of Pluto logo on the shoulder armor.

The big front teeth were startled, and the green skin slyly squeezed his eyes.
"I should have thought of it earlier. Human... Black Boss's favorite offspring, of course you are a human."

"Yes, I am still alive."

Blake said calmly, he reached out and took off his helmet——

When he was disguised as a greenskin, he never took off his helmet. For more than a year, sweat dripped and dried again in the narrow space.

The rough wind mixed with blood blew across his cheek.

This is a face similar to Pluto, but not as similar as other Hades.

The jet-black hair was as sharp as wolf hair, and the icy-blue eyes were filled with flames from under the glacier.

It was a very sharp face, uncompromising and unbending.

Blake slowly pulled out the chain from his waist, and the iron chain, as thick as an ordinary person's forearm, rattled.

For a moment, Big Tooth stared at Blake Butcher, and Blake also stared at it. They were both trapped in the quagmire of memories, and in the distant horizon, the war continued.

The air seemed to have frozen.

"You look like you're doing fine."

Front Fang said, his eyes licking Boots's armor again and again like a beast,
"He admitted you only because of your race, didn't he?"

Blake slowly wound the chain, making sure one end of the chain was connected to the battle axe and the other end was tied tightly to his arm armor.

"I really don't understand his philosophy and kindness,"

Blake said, exhaling hot air from his mouth.

He wanted so badly to call out that simple, powerful word, but he couldn't, not now, not here.

He is the son of Hades.

"But I knew I would be his best fighter - I knew exactly what I wanted to be, I wanted to be a massacre of hundreds of millions of people, and he recognized me because I was good at fighting."

Big Fang sneered and shook his head. He felt the surging power even more and drew out his heavy sword.

As early as Octares, he and the Black Butcher would always meet in the finals of every tournament.

This is a very tough enemy.

This thought made the front teeth even more WAAAAAAGH!
"What he promotes is logistics and firepower support - only the strength of a race can launch a waaagh of world destruction."

Big Front Tooth said, raising his hand to signal its tall and strong boys to retreat.

On the other side, under the leadership of other greenskin leaders, a great chaos had already begun.

"you're right,"

Blake said he opened his mouth and stuck the chain between his teeth - he was worried that he would instinctively shout those words, so he decided not to let himself speak.

The taste of iron, like completely solidified blood, permeated the entire mouth, and the teeth hit the metal, making a sharp scream of metal friction.

Just before his tongue was completely suppressed by the chains and he could not speak, Blake raised his battle axe and muttered incoherently,
"But I'll chop your head off - come fight!!!"

“WAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!”

The green-skinned beast suddenly started running and charged towards the black butcher like a small knight!

Blake swung the axe violently, and the cold light of the axe leaped out a graceful arc in the air!

"Who the hell is the green skin?!!!"

Karas Typhon, who was standing aside and watching the whole scene in a daze, roared, but the psychic's hands did not slacken at all, and the power of psychic energy gathered in his palms.

In mid-air, Black's axe suddenly paused and stopped, as if his battle axe was stuck in mid-air.

Without any hesitation, Blake immediately tightened the chain and pushed off the ground! He used the force to pull himself up and swing out! The heavy black helmet was like a dragon swimming in the air, and the half-ton weight was suspended in the air under the huge force!
Blake managed to avoid the brutal impact of the big front teeth, and his body drew a small half circle in the air.

He smoothly drew the Gaussian Annihilation Gun from his waist, and shot directly at the back of his head as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times!

laugh!
The rays blessed by Hades himself rushed straight to the back of the greenskin's head like a python! On the other side, Karas shouted suddenly and raised his hand to weaken the psychic barrier on the opposite side!

A shattering sound rang out in the air, and some invisible barrier was broken, WAAAAGH!!! The big front teeth roared, and the seemingly reckless and clumsy head turned at the last moment!

The python brushed past my ear! Just one centimeter away!
At the same time, a sharp wind suddenly came from above! A black shadow kicked the greenskin's brain fiercely, and the iron chain in Blake's hand rustled, and the connected battle axe flew towards the greenskin's head!
The iron chain that Blake was biting tightly in his mouth made a crisp sound, and his eyes were wide open with anger and full of fighting spirit!
Big Fang squatted down flexibly, and in a moment he heard a dull sound of hitting the ground, but then he heard the sound of breaking through the air again when he pushed off the ground - the Black Butcher was much more difficult to deal with than before!
But this was not the credit of the Black Butcher alone. Big Fang suddenly turned his head and looked at Karas. The cunning human wizard was standing in the distance, with psychic energy surging in his raised hand.

Seeing the green-skinned boss looking at him, Karas gave a mocking smile.

"I didn't expect that I have such a good understanding with this little guy."

He looked at the greenskin with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he didn't speak to his big front teeth.

The next moment, Big Fang gave up the defense behind him and rushed towards Karas!
(End of this chapter)