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

Chapter 560 9. Chapel

In front of the sealed door, Hades turned to look at Thies, who was wearing protective clothing, and nodded.

Tsk - the cold air spurted out, the tight door opened, Hades stepped in, and behind him, Blake, who took the helmet that Hades had pinched out again, also followed.

Blake closed the door behind him. They were now in the isolation area, and there was another door, and after that was the patient area.

A thin, groan-like voice came from in front of them, and Blake muttered softly,
"……so much."

Then he knocked on the first door that he had closed and signaled the crew to open the second door.

Hades did not turn his head, he stared at the next door that slowly opened, "How many?"

Blake nodded,
"My father, as far as I know, immortal diseases occur sporadically—often there are only one or two cases in several star regions."

Hades was silent for a moment, "You are saying that there is a problem with the authority of death, that is to say, maybe something happened to Mortarion?"

Blake quickly shook his head,
"I don't know, father, and—"

According to Thies, she could hear her brother praying every day and every night—but then one day, her brother stopped talking.

Just in front of more than a hundred hospital beds...

Blake stepped forward. The son of Pluto looked at the patient in detail, and even stretched out his hand to push aside part of the clotted flesh and blood - Hades saw those muscles trying to squirm.

"It's an immortal disease, my father."

The crouching figure extends his hand forward, as if inviting visitors.

Mingzi's actions seemed to have been done thousands of times. Hades turned his head in astonishment and stared at Black as he stood up.
Realizing Hades's shock, Blake explained in a low voice, "I'm sorry, my father, I subconsciously..."

"Explain these to me later." Hades glanced at the church, and his eyes reflected the statue and the candles stacked in the corner, condensed into tears.

Hades carefully lifted up the sheets that were stuck to his body. He was sure that this "person" was still alive. After receiving the stimulation, the person on the bed tried to move.

Hades opened his eyes wide,
At first glance, this is a long and narrow hall. It can be seen that it is some kind of religious place. The walls and ceiling are painted black, as dark as the night that is about to fall. Some broken lights stick out from the wall, like It's the treetops at night.

Countless simple hospital beds were placed in the hall, lined up along the walls. Under the low temperature, dirty pus condensed on the worn sheets, and human figures could be seen under the thin cloth.

The door was pushed open with a creak.

In front of his lowered knee, a giant dog stood proudly, its head looking straight ahead, holding a handful of wheat ears in its mouth.

Facing them, at the very end of the hall, what anyone would notice immediately upon entering was a pitch-black statue that was crouching down, almost half-kneeling. The stone-carved cloak fell heavily, as if it were a real figure. cloth like that.

Hades walked gently to the hospital bed closest to them. He saw a corpse, half of the body rotting and frozen by frost.

……

A few people thanked them weakly. Black looked at Hades, and Pluto just nodded slightly and granted them death.

As if to confirm Hades's conjecture, Blake, who was behind him, took a few steps forward and solemnly knelt down on one knee toward the statue of Hades.

Hades took a step forward, "We'll find out next."

Some people had almost rotted into a puddle of mud, leaving only a skeleton of attached flesh and blood. Some people were still complete, but almost all of them were crazy. When Hades and his party approached them, they were not mumbling to themselves. As he spoke, he just stared at the ceiling blankly, showing no reaction at all.

Finally, Blake nodded.

It was Shor, Tis's brother, and the only Plutonian priest on Aswan. According to Tis, her brother Shor was too kind and pious - so he took in those sick people.

He was trying to make a sound or be aware of what was being said, but his senses and vocal cords were so damaged that he could only slowly try to control his limbs, contracting and relaxing his muscles.

The shadow of the cloak, no matter from which angle it is viewed, just covers the face of the portrait.

Hades put down the quilt, which was just a layer of cloth, covering the corpse's face, and then walked to the next bed.

At the same time, he was also using black field perception to try to find some abnormalities.

Blake instantly understood what Hades meant. He felt ashamed of his subconscious salute to the statue of Pluto - but this conditioned reflex action had been deeply engraved in his instinct.

Black paused, realizing that Hades's focus was not on this church, but on the people lying down.

They slowly approached the huge sculpture, and the faint moans of the patients disappeared with the sound of footsteps again and again.

"Grant him peace, Hades."

"Praise be to you."

He said in a long tone, "This is not necessarily an immortal disease. Other diseases may have similar symptoms."

Finally, they came to the bed closest to the statue. Different from other standard hospital beds, this bed had an extra blanket with the word Wood sewn on it.

A pale face was exposed under the blanket, but the degree of decay was extremely low. Shore opened his eyes and looked directly at the two visitors.

……

Blake took a step forward and slowly pulled away the blanket covering Shore's face.

Shore was also the last person to contract the disease, and after him, Thies immediately cordoned off the area.

Hades waved his hand and made a silent gesture.

This is...his own...

Hades wanted Black to confirm one by one whether this was an immortal disease.

The next moment, the person on the bed stopped struggling weakly.

To prevent these people from continuing to rot on their own, Thies filled the chapel with large amounts of liquid nitrogen.

"I'm here to help you," Hades whispered, "to help you get rid of... your illness."

"Do you have anything to say to your sister Teece?"

Hades said, "She doesn't want to see you for the time being - but you can communicate via communication."

Shaw rolled his wide eyes and stared at Hades. Shaw coughed and shook his head in horror, indicating that he did not want to communicate with his sister.

"it is good."

Hades said, and Black beside him also spoke,

"In the name of the son of Hades, believer, the adult in front of you is Hades."

"He wanted to ask you some questions."

Xiao Er made a hoarse sound, and then said hoarsely,
"…Pluto?"

His pupils were out of focus, staring at the sculpture behind Hades. The statue was coldly and ruthlessly reaching out to him,

Xiao pulled out a forced smile, "You are Hades... No..."

"No...you came too late."

Hades held down the hand that Blake stretched out suddenly, wanting to teach Shore a lesson.

"Yes, I'm late," Hades said calmly, "I can't be there exactly every time." "...false god."

Hades was silent, and Shaw continued to struggle, "Why didn't you give down your gift? You...I watched them rot...I practiced mercy...why did you..."

"God is not omnipotent," Hades said. "Nothing in this universe is omnipotent, Shore."

Hades knelt down and placed Shore's hand in his, a futile act of end-of-life care that would make everyone present feel better.

Hades continued, "I believe that it is not the teachings that command you to be kind. You are a kind person yourself. I listened to your sister's cry. You are a kind and responsible person. It is you who chose to follow You believe in Plutonianism, not that it chooses you.”

"I accept your accusation, Shore Wood, and I also hope to end your suffering quickly - but if you tell me the details of this plague, I may be able to prevent the tragedy."

Shore gasped, and Hades wondered how a man whose heart had stopped could continue to breathe, but perhaps his throat needed air to keep his vocal cords vibrating.

"Okay..." Shaw's weak voice sounded. He tilted his head slightly and stared at Hades, "I finally understand...why Pluto is kind and cruel..."

Shore smiled in vain.

"I took the men in... over the objections of Teese, who had planned to burn them... to ensure the safety of everyone else on the ship."

He stared blankly at Hades;
"But in the end...at least I saved them, didn't I."

Hades looked into his eyes, "I assure you, they have returned to true death - the most complete death."

This incident seemed to please the priest, and Shore became slightly more energetic.
"I'm glad I can sleep peacefully at last," Shore coughed, as memories of the past flashed through his eyes, "When I was a child, I once broke into other people's territory... I once caught a glimpse of ghosts who were imprisoned and tortured to the point of madness. , after that, I realized how benevolent real death is, which was the original motivation for me to join Hades - I was afraid that death would no longer be death."

Shore let out a long breath, "My God..." he said calmly, "Looking back at Shore Wood's life, except for the harsh criticism and betrayal of you in the end, I have a clear conscience."

"I accept your word,"

Hades paused and said, "Swear whatever you want."

He continued, "You saved the lives of the remaining one hundred and seven people, so that they did not have to suffer after death. Even though I know that you feel guilty about your sister, I will help Tis in the future to relieve your conscience. Guilty."

If his blood had stopped flowing and his tear ducts had dried up, Hades thought Shore would have shed tears by now,

"Pluto..." Xiao said tremblingly, as if he had made a lot of determination, "During the time when I turned my back on you, I tried to seek help from the God of Death, and I glimpsed something on the boundary between life and death. A painful scene, He was trapped, He needed faith.”

"He is losing death..."

Xiao coughed, "I have read the information about immortality in Hades. Sir, it has never been like this - such a plague-like outbreak of immortality. Immortality is gradually becoming contagious. You need to help your friend the God of Death. "

Hades nodded, "I will."

Shore was silent for a moment,
"Then I have nothing to tell you. Please let me sleep, Pluto...I have endured too much suffering."

Hades blinked,
"Do you need a final word with your sister? She has been suffering from abandoning you."

"Thank you, please tell her..." Xiao slowly closed his eyes, "She did a good job, that's why she is the heir of the Wood family, not her too weak brother, I am proud of her .”

"Humanity will be proud of you too."

Hades said that the next moment, the underworld water surged up.

Shore was silent, and Hades put the blanket over the priest's face.

Hades stood up, "Maybe I should let these siblings meet."

Blake shook his head. "This will make the living regretful. Your decision is correct, father."

Hades sighed, "I didn't expect that the first time I met my mortal followers... would be like this."

He still remembered that he had a headache when he argued with those two crazy believers.

Hades thought for a moment and put down the picture he had just seen. He raised his head and looked at his sculpture carefully.
"Why this posture?"

Hades suddenly asked, and Black spoke, "Because the Golden Sage wins - no, because the Pluto Cult has always believed that this can show your kindness, and this can allow those believers with high understanding to infer that you are people."

Hades stared at the outstretched hands of the sculpture, as if interacting with the believers who came to worship.

He might understand a little bit.

Blake continued, "The Hades under your sculpture is a three-headed dog that represents the mortal hound. The other two are the Mechanicus facing left with a wrench in its mouth, and the Cult Mechanicus facing right with a sickle in its mouth. Legion."

Hades nodded, walked around his sculpture, then turned his back to the sculpture and looked at the beds where the corpses were placed.

"Blake."

Hades said suddenly.

Before Blake realized what was going on, the next moment, a familiar feeling of suffocation enveloped him, and he instantly understood that Hades had summoned his domain again to eliminate the blasphemous atmosphere in this church.

In a daze, Blake seemed to hear the cries and screams of the navigator in the cabin in the distance.

Three seconds later, Blake's steps swayed slightly and he stood there in a daze.

"alright,"

Hades said, opening the communication at the same time, "Ms. Thies, everyone here has gone to sleep. I think you have seen all this through the surveillance?"

The unsteady breath came from Tis,
"Yes - thank you, my lord."

She sobbed slightly, "Thank you for your help to my brother."

"Nothing matters," Hades said. "My lady, your brother is proud of you."

Hades repeated Shore's words and gave Thies a minute's buffer time.

During this period, Hades wandered in this long, narrow and simple chapel, looking at its dark walls with dried blood.

"What are you going to do next, ma'am?"

Hades said casually, "On the subspace level, I can assure you that this place is completely safe - but I may know what you mean. Next, you can burn this place, and I also recommend that you do so. Everything was burned.”

Thies immediately agreed with Hades's words, and after a while, the pipe that continuously discharged liquid nitrogen began to discharge chlorine.

After enough fuel was accumulated, Hades snapped his fingers, and an arc of electricity rose, and then - the fire quickly lit up the church, swallowing up those lonely beds.

Glancing at his sculptured figure in the blazing flames, Hades turned around, took Blake, and left here directly.

Mortarion... is trapped... This is indeed the subspace projection that Hades felt. This is not just that [Death] has disappeared, [Death] is being infected with other powers, and there is a high probability that it is Na dirty side.

This is not a good thing.

Hades thought silently, but he raised his hand and stared at his palm.

Almost at the next moment, an idea popped into Hades' mind -

He absolutely cannot enter the subspace now.

Almost as soon as the idea came up, Hades felt the squeeze and scream from the subspace.

So how should he leave this star field - and how should he fish out Mortarion who is trapped in the subspace?
(End of this chapter)