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

Chapter 718 166. Pluto! Pluto!

【Terra】

"You're back."

The old man leaned against the door with a hunched back, watching the middle-aged man sitting on the chair in the room slowly stand up.

Neos blinked.
"Where's Or? He's not with you?"

Malcador shrugged and sneered.

"He was very interested in your children, so I told him how you raised Horus Lupercal and how I taught Alpha - he would not talk to me now."

The Lord of Mankind's gaze paused for a moment.
"You shouldn't tell about your time with Alpha, my friend. He won't understand your style."

"Yes, maybe in his eyes, Erda is more suitable to raise a child than you and me."

Malcador smiled self-deprecatingly, his cheeks wrinkled.
But that stupid woman had been tricked out and killed by Malcador during his demigod period.

He did a lot of crazy things in his time, but killing Aida was definitely the most worthwhile thing Malcador had ever done.

He doesn't like that lunatic.

"Looking at the fallen Alpha now, I think my education method is indeed wrong."

"That's not a problem between you and me."

Neos said as he looked at Malcador, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

"As for Alpha... I think the coin has not yet been settled, and we still cannot be sure of its head or tail."

Just before Neos was about to utter some mysterious and profound words as was customary, Malcador interrupted him impatiently, the old man staring at his so-called "merciful" king with a piercing gaze.

"I do not sense your sorrow - I take it that Sanguinius and Horus are safe?"

“They got a bit of a scare.”

The Lord of Mankind said, and he added patiently and thoughtfully,

“But I think they’ll recover.”

Malcador raised his eyebrows in disapproval. He slowly stood up and walked a few steps to the side of the Lord of Mankind, as if he was sizing something up.
"I wanted to ask you, or rather question you, whether you are truly ready to soothe your offspring's spirit, but I think I should probably not ask this question."

"Then let me ask you another question - what would you do if they didn't accept the olive branch you offered them?"

“That doesn’t constitute a problem.”

The Lord of Mankind answered Malcador with a smile. In fact, he was in a good mood. After the Battle of Baal, the main fighting force of the Empire had basically returned. The decline of Chaos was irreversible. It was time for mankind to claim sovereignty over this galaxy.

Malcador tilted his head, his eyes unblinking.
"I suppose you will only bring back their warp essences, without their personalities?"

"That's your inference."

The Emperor said that, in reality, the Primarch's powerful Warp Essence must not be allowed to flow into the Warp, and Hades should eat less.

The Primarch's powerful essence... is the flame of hope that he picked with his own hands ten thousand years ago. They burn for humanity and should only illuminate humanity.

Besides, he really couldn't let go.

Neos spread his hands.

"Perhaps we should go check on Orr, or check on Magnus to prevent him from making another mistake."

The Lord of Mankind skipped the topic, and gently placed his hand on the shoulder of Malcador, who looked disdainful, and took the old man by the arm and forced him out, using words to divert the old man's questions.

The psychic essence of the Archangel and Horus is strong enough that freedom did not exist from the beginning, and was taken by Chaos, or by him -

He thought that the Primarchs would never choose to fall into the Underworld and be shattered into corpses washed ashore by the waves.

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

【Barr】

【I want to die.】

Angron said with a look of despair.

He was making intimate contact with the earth with the largest area possible, his eyes sparkling with stars. The gladiator who never fell was now lying firmly on the ground, and it seemed that he was not going to stand up any time soon.

This feeling was even more painful than swimming in a sea of ​​dung and eating a full meal. In fact, Angron had already recovered for a while, but before that, the Lord of Strength and Will was sleeping soundly.

As peaceful as if dead.

For the Sensing Primarch Angron, the Black Domain just now has topped the list of the "most horrific torture" in the galaxy. He can't even evaluate the subsequent Void Dragon jump, because his willpower can't last until the moment of their jump.

The last moment Angron remembered was his mouth opening in terror, his ears no longer hearing any sound, and then Hades' hand suddenly approaching -

Where are we?

Guilliman asked this question with logic and purpose, and Angron felt the ground tremble beside his head.
Then the blue-armored giant stood up unsteadily, squinting his eyes and standing blankly in the vast blood desert, trying to see the surrounding environment clearly and respond to the enemy.

But unfortunately, after struggling twice, Guilliman fell again.

And can't get up again.

The strong wind blew and hit Guilliman's armor, making a rather embarrassing sound.

"My suggestion is that you wait for a while. I will not leave until the reinforcements arrive and you are able to fight—"

Hades was standing far away, within the farthest range he could reach instantly. Three primarchs were lying in a mess on the ground.

But before Hades could finish his words, Angron, who heard his voice and began to vomit subconsciously, interrupted him.

Angron, who had the highest psionically sensitivity, was the worst off of them all.

Hades took a deep breath and raised his hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay! My bad! I didn't expect you guys..."

Mortarion, the only one who was half-kneeling on the ground, holding down the gas mask tightly, raised his hand, signaling Hades to shut up.

The Pale Lord didn't even dare to look at Hades, as if he would fall down just by looking at him.

Or maybe it was spit out, the pitiful gas mask clinging to Mortarion's mouth even looked dead.

Mortarion was the one who persisted the longest among these Primarchs, and the only one whose will remained clear. When Hades jumped into space, it was Mortarion who pulled Guilliman and Angron, one in each hand.

This once again proved the Pale Lord's tenacity and the reliability of the desensitization training he had received during his previous interactions with Hades.

Even so, Mortarion still had the energy to use his own psychic energy to stabilize Sanguinius' soul. The pale and thin Primarch half-knelt on the ground, his wings spread out, most of them flat on the ground like rags. Under the Primarch's spread right wing was Sanguinius's open wing, with black feathers withering and scattered irregularly on the ground; the dark insect scales fluttered like embers, and new feathers sprouted.

Of course, after ensuring that Sanguinius was temporarily safe, Mortarion decisively withdrew his psychic power.

Hades took another deep breath and mouthed "Okay"!
Let them take it easy first.

Because of the uncertain coordinates, Hades did not teleport directly to the center of the battlefield. They are now in a blood desert in Baal where no large-scale war has occurred.

But that doesn't mean Hades can't interfere on the battlefield.

After ensuring that this distance would not cause the Primarchs to vomit and faint again, Hades suddenly raised his hand, and the black mist condensed into a sickle in his hand. His body twisted, a strong wind blew up, and a moment later, a tall black shadow floated in the air.

Just now, Hades took a few seconds to figure out what happened on the surface of Baal—

Simply put, there are three main battlefields, namely the World Eaters vs. the Khorne Demon Army, the human defenders vs. the greenskins, and a multi-party melee.

Hades' eyelids twitched when he thought of what he had just seen in his fleeting glance.

The storm that had risen beside Pluto dissipated, directly blowing away the blood mist. It was sunset at this moment, and the bright sun was shining through the clear atmosphere.

Hades raised the sickle in his hand, exerted force on his palm, and clenched it violently. In an instant, the darkness turned into countless broken geometric shapes that flew out, soaring into the sky like a seagull, and cutting through the mist with its wings.

Above Baal, the fog shrouding the atmosphere began to thin and seemed to be dissipating quickly.

0.7 seconds later, all communications with the Empire of Baal were restored.

The first person Hades contacted was Pluto's son, Buzz.
"I will assist you with anti-psychic tactics."

Hades said just a few words succinctly, while on Buzz's side, the occasional "waaaaagh!!!" and "For the Black Boss!!" in the channel made Hades' mouth twitch.

"receive,"

A reply came from the other end of the channel, and then the son of Pluto made his request without hesitation.

"My father, can you help us paralyze this Titan?"

Buzz said half-jokingly, and smashed the greenskin boss who rushed out from his side with the butt of his gun.

Now the Son of Pluto and the Death Guard are fighting on a Titan that is almost half the size of a hive. They have successfully occupied the command room which accounts for a small part of the Titan's body, but this is far from enough.

This giant fighting with both hands was pouring fire all around frantically. It waaagh! It bombed! It bombed everything it could bomb indiscriminately, bombing the Empire, bombing Khorne, and even firing at the battlefield where the greenskins were fighting.

It looks like a green-skinned black boss with a wide-open mouth. Its left eye emits a red light as big as a hellhound, which directly carbonizes the fortifications built by the World Eaters. At the same time, its wide mouth opens and closes, and it shovels the ground as quickly as a bulldozer.

The countless Titans of the Empire were like the smallest knights under its feet. The Titan arrays ran like little puppets, using themselves to attract the artillery fire of the giant beast.

"Satisfy you."

Hades said, turning his head to look at the rapidly moving green-skinned Titan. In fact, this is the most threatening existence on Baal, so it has the highest priority.

"Remember to hide near the Soulless Ones - immediately reduce the concentration of psychic energy around you, Buzz. You have thirty-two seconds."

He didn't need to destroy the behemoth completely, he just needed to let it collapse on its own.

Without saying anything more, Hades sent emergency evacuation coordinates to all Imperial troops near the green-skinned behemoth.

Faint lightning leaped between his fingers.

On top of the giant green-skinned Titan, a technician boy was happily driving a certain joint, gaga waaagh. He excitedly cheered for the reputation of Black Boss and Big Front Teeth, while controlling the movement of the forty-fifth toe of the big mecha.

"Waagh! Your wig is jumping straight up!!"

The loader boy behind the technician boy pointed at it and shouted, the greenskin boy widened his eyes, and the technician boy's messy hair stood up as if it had exploded.

"waagh!!!"

The technician boy suddenly jumped up and screamed, waving the wrench in his hand to prove that he is the biggest, the strongest, and the coolest!

"This must prove that I'm the waaaaaghest—"

Pluto waved.

boom! ! ! !

Above the Gigantamax Black Boss Plusts+++ Gundam! ! The Electric Dragon suddenly rose up and wrapped around the giant beast like a python!
Countless smaller lightning dragon thunderbolts struck out, accurately transmitting to every place where spiritual energy was rich. Thin snakes penetrated into the nest and pierced the flesh with paralyzing poison.

Hades knows very well that the greenskins are a "taken-for-granted" race, so gorgeous and rough appearance and moves are necessary.

The huge monster fell to the ground with a loud bang, and with the huge inertial impact, it still tumbled forward, but like a collapsed mountain, it would never rise again.

"Oh my god!!!"

Boots's terrified, sporadic voice exploded over the channel.

He seemed to be holding on to something tightly to prevent himself from falling to death in the chaotic inner room.

"Thank you-thank you, Lord Pluto! We'll do the rest ourselves! You should go see Blake!"

The threat posed by the green-skinned monster was indeed greatly reduced. After Hades once again used active metals to seal several reactors that might explode, he immediately shifted his attention.

Just as he turned his attention to the battlefield near the Holy Cathedral—

"Lord Pluto! Boss Black! Since you are here! Why don't you meet your offspring?!!"

Big Front looked at the collapsing mountains in the distance. It pressed Blake down with its knees, opened its hands wide, and roared towards the sky.

Hades failed to catch his breath and suddenly fell halfway from the air.

He forced himself to regain his focus, and then he saw Blake's counterattack. The boy directly found a way to resist and shouted the second sentence Hades heard,
"Of course he won't see you - because I am the son of Pluto!!!"

Blake roared!
"He will only answer the call of his true offspring!"

"You two idiots!!!"

Karas screamed as he was fighting with Mag Boy in hand-to-hand combat. This unreasonable Death Guard psychic used his own psychic power to seal Mag Boy's psychic power, and then greeted the red-haired green-skinned guy with his fists.

On the other side, the Primarch, who had been immobilized for half a second by Karas and the greenskins, immediately returned to the battlefield.

Karas wanted to say that he was the only one who could really call for help - but he thought this was all too stupid, and he was the only one who wasn't stupid, so he gave up shouting.

Hades' heart finally died.

(End of this chapter)