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

Chapter 553 2. Trazin’s letter

"What?"

Hades said.

His brain collapsed at this moment.

He could understand the meaning of each word, but when they came together, Hades fell into a deafening silence.

What?
What did this little brat just call himself? What is the son of Hades?
His child - when did he have a child? !

Trazin rubbed it for him? ? ?
Hades's pupils were shaking. He stared at the kneeling Space Marines in front of him. The dark black armor was outlined in green. Half of the Death Guard emblem he was familiar with was replaced by the gear skull of the Mechanicus.

I have to say, it still fits Hades’s aesthetic very well…

Wait, now is not the time to dwell on this!
Hades breathed lightly. Although it felt strange, he did feel a certain sense of familiarity and closeness from Blake - like the most familiar sharp blade in the hands of a warrior.

He could even vaguely know the warrior's character and feel his emotions, just like Hades should have known.

Hmm...Taylon...so he's probably been sleeping for ten thousand years.

Anyway, he has confirmed that this is indeed his... heir.

But what causes people to be even more panicked is that when they recall, they find that they cannot clearly see the Pluto in their memories.

In desperation, they had no choice but to try to draw it themselves based on vague impressions.

Hades stared at Blake Butcher in front of him,
Although there was an old man lying dead behind Black, Hades ignored him for the time being. His own heirs were more important.

"stand up."

Hades realized that Blake was too nervous, and the communication between them might not be smooth if this continued. He planned to let the little brat calm down for a while, and then ask again when he calmed down.

He could feel Blake's nervousness in front of him. Blake was very nervous, so nervous that he seemed to have no other emotions.

The little cub tried to stand up unsteadily, but failed once due to nervousness or separation.

And Blake...Blake's own drawing of Hades is...a completely black piece of paper.

"Yes! Your lord!"

Callas Typhon drew a puddle of vomit and said it was what he imagined Hades to look like.

Hades was silent, and he seemed to understand somewhat what Mortarion thought of the Death Guard.

The Hades Bishop speculates that this may be a unique trait of the soulless.

It is rumored that Mortarion also participated, but after the painting was completed, Mortarion burned his painting in anger.

Hades stared at Blake. This frightened little guy had black hair and blue eyes and looked like a German. Well, their eyebrows did have some similarities. He had the illusion of seeing his little cousin. .

Hades turned sideways and looked at the planet.

Blake's second reaction was that King Sage's portrait of Pluto was really ugly.

There are countless portraits of Hades circulated among the Sons of Hades. One of the traditions of the Sons of Hades is to draw the Hades in their minds. So far, the painting on the championship list was painted by their fighting predecessor, Death Guard Vox.

Okay, it’s not impossible.

Hades sighed, patted his shoulder armor, and stood up, "No need to be so formal, Black."

...No...Pluto is human...

Hades stared at the Space Marines in front of him carefully. These Space Marines were too small for his current size, which made Hades feel that they were very fragile.

Hades waited patiently. Anyway, the Black Territory had just been explored, and apart from the bugs, the only two people in front of him were left on the planet.

After receiving the images of the Death Guard seniors, the paintings about Hades in Mingzi are not limited to the human form.

As time goes by, for some unknown reason, the images of Pluto gradually become distorted. Sage Jin and others who have seen Pluto's true appearance tried to repair it - but all failed.

Finally, Blake Butcher stood up straight, and with great courage, Blake took a deep breath and looked directly into his father's face.

gods...

The paintings are all ugly... no... or rather simple.

what.

"Your name is Blake Butcher?"

Now, the eye was staring at Blake with interest.

The low voice interrupted Black's daze as he stared at his genetic father. Black responded quickly and saluted with an eagle salute.

The last image in his memory was Trazin trying his best to rescue him on Cadia, and then there was a long period of darkness - there were some fragments in it. He seemed to remember Trazin shaking him up and telling him to get more sun?
Hades lowered his head. He probably changed into his too cool clothes at that time.

Blake's mind was filled with only this thought. He saw a god's face with a heroic sculpture on one side and a tyrannical machine on the other. Humans and machines had jointly created him. The machine's eyes were cold and ruthless, with a look that could see through everything. reason.

This is not unacceptable, Hades sighed inwardly, but he didn't expect to be a father as soon as he opened his eyes and closed them.

Hades said softly, squatting down - damn he was too tall.

Blake stared into the dark pupils of his genetic father, and he realized that he was right.

Vaux painted a figure standing in a cornfield from behind, without a face at all.

The bugs swatted at his lightning, which made Hades inexplicably feel like he was swatting bugs with a super-large electric mosquito.

In the distance, the emerald green lightning controlled by Hades was still thundering in the sky. The part of his star god was far less powerful than the black domain, so it could only cover an area and isolate the Tyranids outside the area.

He looked up, confused as to why Trazin had dumped him in this place.

Hades thought that Trazin would find a place where chaos was raging to wake him up, but why was he thrown into a worm's nest now?
"Which star sector is this?"

Hades asked casually,
"Near Octalius, my lord."

Hades was silent.

Octarius, his memory told him that this seemed to be the sector where the greenskins and bugs fought each other until the avenues were wiped out.

"Wait, what year is it now?"

"889.M41."

No, the time doesn't match.

However, Hades can also understand that due to his messing up, the Great Rebellion has completely gone off the track, so he probably can't use the expired strategy to cheat now.

Maybe he should be optimistic, Hades sighed. Before he fell into coma, he remembered that Mortarion seemed to be fine, and Guilliman too - well, mainly Guilliman.

As long as Guilliman survives and operates for ten thousand years, no, as long as Guilliman operates for three thousand years, the human empire will be invincible.

He had to ask what was going on in the human empire now.

Of course - not now. Because he was hungry, very hungry.

Hades tilted his head and looked at Blake, "Are you hungry?"

Blake didn't answer him in time, but swallowed subconsciously.

"Okay, you're hungry too."

Hades happily made a decision for his heir. He bent down and picked up the unconscious Space Marine, golden helmet and blue shoulders. Which chapter is this?

Hades suddenly paused,
Wait, why is the war group still established? !
No... you should believe the originals. Hades had an ominous feeling in his heart, but in the end his hunger overcame his uneasiness.

Carrying the unconscious Space Marine on his shoulders, he strode towards the spot where his bed had fallen, Black trotting after Hades.

"Which warband is he from?"

Hades said casually,
"My father, he is Barry of the Tianshi Chapter, the son of Dorne."

Oh...they are a very unlucky war group.

Leaning against the bed - Hades now felt that the thing looked like a coffin. Hades put Barry down and he briefly checked it. The psyker was not in danger of his life for the time being, he just passed out.

Hades coughed.

The soul of the Think Tank was very tempting, and Hades almost accidentally swallowed it just now.

He put down the think tank and then looked at his bed. Hades was so shocked that he had just visited it and forgot to see what the figure king had left for him.

Well, there is only a bed with the same color as his uncle's shorts.

The base is light green, with a bunch of Q-version little sticks printed on it.

There is also a Q version of the little Shou Shou doll.

Ohho is quite cute. Hades subconsciously picked up the Shou Dou——

But what about his armor and weapons? ! Trazin belongs to you! Where were all his armor and weapons? ? !

As if he knew Hades's inner roar, a letter fell out of the little doll that he was guarding.

Hades opened the letter without hesitation:

[To Hades:
Hello, you freeloader of my other collections, by the time you read this letter, I will have completely run away from you.

I think you must be standing among the bugs and have no idea what the situation is now, so let me make a long story short and give you a brief introduction to your situation.

The first is the IOU.

During the years I took you in, you "ate" me in total:
Void Dragon Fragment*1
Nightbringer Fragment*1
Deceiver Fragment*1 (Turns out, I shouldn’t have fed you this, I’ll explain next)
Stellar*7
……

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Hades flipped through a few pages. The IOU alone was already three pages long. He flipped through it decisively.

【…

Precious metal*N
The soul of unimportant collections*N
Above, so I hope you can make up for me with the same precious items or information after you wake up.

I didn't want to wake you up and continue to keep you as my collection. In fact, even six thousand years ago, when your black domain suddenly went berserk, I never thought of throwing you away.

But my nemesis Orikan came to trouble me.

That self-righteous idiot calculated something beyond the prophecy - I'm not saying, he was prophesying, so how could he calculate anything beyond the prophecy?
Just because of his self-righteous prophecy, this idiot spent hundreds of years investigating my whereabouts.

In the end, he succeeded. He found me outside the river and my museum—and naturally he also saw you in the museum.

We had a fight, and thanks to your false emperor, that bell hit that bastard accurately, accurately, and hard, knocking him to the ground.

Then I hit him hard in the face with my fists, straddled him and slapped him while he spat at me the garbage in his reactor, and broke the rest of my display cabinets in a most insidious trick.

What ensued was a melee that I won't mention, but all you need to remember is that I saved my museum, my collection—including you, who was still sound asleep—and me. Orikan was slapped seventeen times.

In the end, this bastard left my museum in a hurry, but he went to find other dynasties. His intrusion completely broke the balance I established in the museum, which means...

Your presence is exposed.

With all due respect, to the subspace and other beings, your breath is like the excrement that has been fermented for thousands of years after being discharged from your damn excretory system.

I don't think the rest of my kind wouldn't think anything of you, and - do you remember the Deceiver Shard I fed you?

In fact, I hate that shard so much that I decided to just throw it at you and let you destroy it completely.

But it seems that this also made other fraudster fragments notice you.

A being who can devour and fuse fragments of different C'tans, you are tempting enough even to those who are indifferent to the Warp.

I can cover the eyes of chaos for you, but I am helpless against them, and I realize that other dynasties will notice you, and then they will come to trouble my dynasty, and then my boss will find me.

And I, I am just a helpless museum administrator who slapped Orican seventeen times.

So I immediately decided that it was time for you to wake up and go out to harm other races.

For some reason - in order to avoid the damn prophecy, I had to choose the most insignificant day in the so-called "destiny" and use the chaos caused by Tyranid to conceal your existence.

Now, I guess no one except Orikan and I have noticed you.

But as long as you leave the star field where Tyranids are raging, or come into contact with other races, your existence will be quickly exposed.

Although I believe that you no longer care about the existence of any chaos, you must know that since you fell asleep for ten thousand years, there is not only chaos in the galaxy.

In fact, this is also to clear the relationship between me and you. I advise you to come out of the shadow of Tyran later so that I can win the lawsuit——

Yes, in order to prevent the madman Orican from biting me, I decided to kill him first. I will go to the court and point out to all the Necrontyr that this damn bastard broke into the house again.

The court has installed an anti-time rewind device because this guy used time rewind last time while litigating a lawsuit. This time I will definitely win.

That's it, I'm going to file a lawsuit. As your creditor and breeder within ten thousand years, I hope you will stay in this star field for at least one year.

There is not much human civilization left in this star field, but I believe you can survive.

Because time is urgent, I don't have time to get weapons and armor for you, but you have learned how to use black stone, so you can make a set on your own bed.

good luck.

——Your creditor, Trazin.

PS. Remember to pay off your debt as soon as possible

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Hades' hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

(End of this chapter)