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

Chapter 554 3. Endless hard work
Hades's hand trembled slightly.

He stared at his bed in silence, slowly put away the letter, and put it into the pocket of his shorts.

"Blake, carry Barry further away."

Hades said calmly as Blake behind him dragged Barry away from Hades' black coffin.

Hardespin raised a hand and took a deep breath.

"Don't be afraid of what happens next, Blake."

Hades said softly, carrying Black on his back.

Blake nodded nervously, but suddenly realized that Hades couldn't see him and yelled yes.

Hades held the little Shou Dou in one hand, and between the fingers of the other hand, a green arc of electricity exploded!

Hades's shorts automatically moved without wind, his white hair was blown up, and bright green arcs crackled. Blake was dumbfounded as he watched the outside of the black coffin begin to melt, like chocolate under high temperatures.

He frowned and wiped the blood and acid from his face, convinced that he might have lost his mind for a moment just now.

Hades stood up, turned his head, and looked at the corpses all over the place. Blood was spattering, and as far as the eye could see, all Tyran's corpses turned into empty shells.

Father said he would be back soon... Blake raised his head and glanced at the darkening sky. More than ten hours had passed.

It is precisely because of his increased control over the Black Domain that Hades was able to leave a way for Blake and Barry to survive at the moment of awakening.

After Hades woke up, he found that his control over the Black Domain was more precise - now he could control the [hole] appearing in the Black Domain.

Blake's face was illuminated by emerald green, and he watched the flowing black stone liquid floating against gravity, slowly gathering under Hades' hands, and gradually forming a...

"Well, Black, let me lend you your axe."

Well, he just lost his mind for a little while.

Blake's head nodded, and he became jealous of the sleeping Celestial Lion.

Blake's consciousness gradually fell into coma...

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The small Death Guard in his arms made Black even more sleepy. Why was there such a strange doll...

If in the past, his black domain was a black tide that was centered on him and rushed toward the outside in disorder, then now, Hades's black domain can choose to bypass part of its existence on its own.

Blake stared blankly as Hades' figure disappeared into the jungle. He was holding a brick in one hand and dragging Barry with the other, standing there.

Blake thought and braced himself.

There is no way, Hades himself has not eaten for ten thousand years.

In the jungle, a pair of eyes flashing with murder and blood finally regained some sanity.

Hades smoothly took away Black's small axe, and then gave Black the black slate tiles and the doll.

A brick.

He hasn't slept for three months.

Hades burped and lifted himself up from the corpse of a bloody giant insect.

On the other side, a drop of cold sweat flowed from Hades' head. The content of black stone here was too low, not to mention that he had already released the black domain and arc when he just woke up.

It stands to reason that Blake should feel nervous and uneasy at this time, but it seems that due to the link from the father of genes, Blake vaguely knows that he is safe now, very safe.

Except for the simplest geometry, Hades is now obsessed with food.

But after a while, his head began to shake left and right again, and finally stopped moving.

Next to the fire, there was a slight snore.

The light dimmed, and Hades held the brick in his hand, speechless and choked.

Too tired... Blake, who was leaning next to the black coffin, was drowsy. He turned his head and looked at Barry, who was sleeping beside him, which made him even more sleepy.

Hades laughed and wiped the blood-stained power ax. In the dark area, he "saw" the two little guys were sleeping soundly.

Hades coughed twice awkwardly. He turned around and walked to Mingzi.

After the shock of waking up subsided, all Hades was left feeling was hunger.

"You go to the bedside and take care of Barry for a while. Take a rest while I go find some food."

After seeing the corpse of a warrior, Hades's eyes lit up.

He picked up the ax and hurried over.

"By the way, make a fire, make a fire."

No, no, you can't make a fool of yourself in front of the Gene Father.

As if remembering something, Blake dragged Barry to lean against the coffin, and then began to collect fuel for the fire.

On the other side, Hades entered the dense forest, and his eyes lingered on the corpses of the worms - no, he didn't want to eat the knife worms for the time being, there didn't seem to be much to eat.

Hades walked into the woods, "Remember to light a fire."

No, he was too hungry and couldn't concentrate.

In addition, Hades also felt some kind of call to his dark realm... Some small psychic powers were chasing him, maybe they were actively investing in his soul?
Hades stayed for a moment, feeling the fluctuations of his Star God's arc.

At the limit of sight, an iron curtain-like emerald green lightning crackled. Now no irrational Tyranids would hit the lightning. On the contrary, the aliens cautiously stayed away from there.

Hades was silent. He felt that the Tyranids on the outside of the electric circle were gathering again - it seemed that a new node creature was born.

He did not plan to use the Black Domain again. Tyranids were a race that could evolve quickly, and Hades decided to be more cautious.

Moreover, it seems that because the gains outweigh the losses, the Tyranids are retreating after eating up the biomass in other areas.

For the time being, they probably won't have a head-on confrontation with Tyran.

Hades thought that the current combat power on his side... Blake and Barry could almost be completely ignored. If they really got into trouble with Tyran's army...

Hades thought that he might be able to fight with them, but there was no need for it at the moment.

According to what Trazin said, there is no human civilization in this star field that he can save.

Let him first ask Black what is going on in the human empire now, and then Hades can make his own decision.

Hades swallowed. It was time for him to go back. He was so busy eating that he almost forgot that there were two Space Marines lying dead there.

Hades shook it around, and his tongue told himself that what he had just eaten seemed a bit harmful to the two little guys, and asked him to find something less poisonous.

Hades' eyes lit up when he saw the lake that had been turned into a thick biomass soup by Tyranids.

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Blake awoke to a deep sense of calm.

This was the most comfortable sleep he had ever had in his life.

Blake breathed a long sigh of relief and stretched subconsciously——

He saw Hades sitting by the fire roasting bugs.

Click, Blake made a sound as he stretched his waist halfway.

He sat up silently and hoped that Hades didn't realize how ugly he was.

But fortunately, Hades was staring intently at the Tyran that seemed to be half roasted, and was unaware of Blake's little move.

"grown ups."

Blake said something, Hades turned his head and looked at him with a smile,
"woke up?"

Hades asked casually,

"Wake up," Black said dryly. "I'm sorry, I fell asleep - I'll take any punishment."

"No," Hades waved his hand, "You have reached your limit. It is normal to take a break. Try this quickly -"

Hades handed over Tyron's pliers. Blake blinked. Tyron's weapons were also alive. He saw the narrow eyes under the cracks in the armor shell.

It seems that he will never die in peace.

Blake closed his eyes and took a bite as if he was about to die——

It tasted just as bad as he imagined.

He glanced over at Pluto who was happily biting something exactly like the one in his hand.

Blake was silent.

This may be his own problem.

Or maybe this is punishment.

Mingzi tried his best to control the twitching of his face, and in a desperate look at death, he barely finished the roasted half-cooked Tai Lun.

"Does it taste okay?"

Hades asked, but for some reason, Black didn't answer him. Don't like to eat?
Hades frowned, he thought the taste was okay.

Maybe it's because he's not used to eating, Hades thought,

"I also collected some liquid biomass, you can drink some of this."

Hades brought out a bowl of chitin shells containing some kind of thick, bright green, bubbling liquid.

Blake recognized it as the Tyranids' biomass soup - the Tyranids would throw all living things into it and turn it into this biomass soup for their mothership to feed on.

As if remembering something, Hades frowned,
"But this doesn't taste very good."

Blake shuddered;
"I'm not hungry."

He said word by word, "Thank you for your kindness——"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Barry, who was still sleeping.
"But I thought Barry might be hungry."

He looked at the father of genes and smiled, "I also have this plan. He has passed out and cannot eat solid food. This one is less toxic. Feed him some."

I'm sorry, Barry.

Blake quickly took the "bowl", then held Barry down and poured biomass into him.

Hades watched this scene with satisfaction.

Finally, Barry was completely motionless, as if dead.

But Blake knew that Barry had fallen into a deeper coma just because he had taken in nutrients, and his body was healing quickly.

Blake put down the bowl with luck and continued to accept the insect body handed over by the father of genes. His tongue was now gradually getting used to this poison.

"I looked around," Hades said, "This is the only place left on the planet. The Zerg has corroded or eaten away almost all the metal. The remaining metal is not enough for me to build a signal tower."

"My lord, Barry is a psyker and he can call upon others."

Blake immediately replied,

Hades paused, "It seems like this is the only way."

But...can we really call someone?
In fact, with this kind of concern in mind, Hades just left the arc circle after eating, and used the Star God's lightning to knock down a Tyranid mothership - if it didn't work...

Hades sighed again.

It was better to try to call the human fleet first, he didn't want to stuff himself into the Tyranids and then leave the planet.

Hades blinked and stared at the fire,

Just as he was dazed for a moment, Blake spoke,

"Sir...may I call you father?"

As soon as he spoke, Blake regretted it because of his words, Hades was staring at him with an expressionless face.

Hades had thought about countless scenes when he woke up, such as helping Trazin clean the museum, beating Chaos, saving Lao Mo...

But he never thought that he would face seniority jokes as soon as he woke up from sit-ups.

It's impossible to say it's not weird.

If we follow what Black said, then there is now a war group in the empire that has him as its father - there may even be more than one.

Even if this problem is solved now, sooner or later he will have to face at least one war group's brats.

Hades was silent.

He does not dislike his descendants, and even appreciates them - no matter where these descendants came from, they did have a blood link before.

Faced with a small can that suits your own aesthetics and looks very much like yourself, you can't refuse it no matter what.

Hades even had the illusion that the chess pieces he painted were enlarged.

So Hades began to try to remember how Mortarion faced the Death Guard.

Oh, it seems that this big brother is very repulsive to the original Terran Death Guard.

But Mortarion was happy to have Barbarus descendants call him father.

To be honest, if the son of Hades was really built with his genes, then there would be no problem at all for them to call Hades his father.

But... Hades was silent.

He always feels that he is still young.jpg
It's like a model worker who worked desperately for the company, passed out after a serious illness due to overwork, and woke up to find that he was pregnant with a child.

Who took advantage of him while he was sleeping and did something cruel to him?
But it's understandable...after all, establishing a war group...generally requires high-quality gene seeds.

Hades was sweating crazily inside.

No, no, no, no, but that's not the problem,

Hades realized that he had been silent for too long, so he looked at Black,
"I'm glad you asked,"

Hades said, "This is your power—but before that, because I have been asleep, I am a little confused, and I want to ask you a question."

Blake nodded nervously;
Hades blinked,
"It stands to reason that most war groups call their original body father - if I guess correctly, your parent group is the Death Guard? Then you should call Mortarion your father - so, why me ?”

Hades watched as Black froze.

After a long time, Blake stumbled and said,
"Our father is you, King. The Great Sage Jin said that our father is only you. The son of Hades is only loyal to you."

"Gold? Gold-306?!"

Hades's voice suddenly rose, "He, he created the Son of Hades?"

"Yes, sir," Black explained quickly, "Every Pluto knows that it was the Great Sage Jin who established the Sons of Pluto Chapter with the gene seeds and blood you left behind."

I see! Hades thought, no wonder.

He thought of those two academic lunatics, it was them, and Hades' doubts were suddenly relieved.

But... Hades lowered his eyes. It seemed that Jin-306 was still alive... Good thing... He had already prepared to only see the Corpse King when he woke up.

"So I am defined as the original body by the empire?" Hades continued to ask, "Or did Jin ask you to call me that in private?"

"You are not the original body!" Black raised his voice urgently, "How can you be the original body? You are far better than them -"

"Wait?! You mean something like the original body???"

Blake suddenly stopped his mouth.

Hades looked at him in disbelief. Black realized that he had said the wrong thing, but his father's eyes were really hot. After a long time, Black finally spoke quietly,
"The Golden Sage often tells us about Lord Mortarion's great deeds, and Lord Karas often curses Lord Mortarion in the political classes he teaches us - so everyone feels that Lord Mortarion is somewhat anthropomorphic."

Personification? ? ? What cruel job did Mortarion do again? ? ?

At this time, Hades didn't know that this might not be a metaphor, but a description of Mortarion after sanctification.

Hades felt like he was full of questions now.

"And as a human being with the same name as the God-Emperor in the national religion, you are naturally much higher than the original body."

State religion? What? ? ?

As famous as the God Emperor? !

Hades felt that the questions in his mind were about to explode. What cruelty had the empire done in the past ten thousand years?

It’s not that Luojia is gone—where did the state religion line come from? !

It can't be Mortarion's fault, right? !

Hades raised his hand to signal Blake to stop talking.
He took a few deep breaths and said feebly,

"I see……"

"You may call me father, Blake."

Hades first calmed down his heart full of question marks and said as calmly as possible,

For some reason, when he said this, he always felt that he was getting older, more vicissitudes, and had to shoulder some kind of responsibility... Hades had a desire to find a place where no one was and smoke a cigarette to relax himself. Slow feeling.

"Father," Blake said immediately.

For some reason, this sentence evoked a certain sense of relief in Hades's heart.

Although... Hades looked up with vicissitudes of life. He had already expected to write himself into the state religion, and the empire, which was even as famous as Neos, was probably going to be reorganized again.

But there should be something in these harsh jobs that makes him not disgusted?

Such as the Sons of Hades Chapter.

Hades calmly looked away again.

Just be weird.

"Okay, I'm very happy to have an heir like you who fought to the end."

Hades said, "But Black, I want you to tell me about the Empire. Let me think about it... let's start with the First Legion Dark Angels?"

He planned to listen to the harsh treatment of the state church one last time, and Hades was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it.

(End of this chapter)