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

Chapter 601 50. The past is like smoke

"Vox?!"

"Senior Vox?!"

Vox fell straight down——

At the last moment, he saw two similar beings rushing toward him.

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Butz had never been so helpless.

Obviously Hades' arrival in Macragge is a good thing.

It should be a good thing that Death Guard Commander Vox, whom he had not contacted for a long time, was suddenly found.

So...why can't he cheer up now?
The smell of disinfectant lingered on the tip of the nose, the dazzling white light shone on the armor, the sound of medical instruments chirping came and went, and the pharmacist hurried past them.

It was as if he had been buried in the soil of a wet area for several years and then dug out... Three of his limbs had been corroded to the ends, and Buz could even see the mottled bones of the Death Guard.

But - this is obviously unrealistic.

Bang!

It's not that he has never experienced similar things. He also "helped" Karas ten thousand years ago. But ten thousand years later, the situation he faced was more than a hundred times more complicated.

If they were all eliminated directly, Walkers, who had no chance of surviving, would die immediately.

The pungent corruption is like the elephant in the room, lingering for a long time.

corruption.

It was difficult for Hades to describe what he saw... and it was also difficult to imagine what Vox had experienced.

Hades propped his forearms on his legs and half-hidden his expression with his crossed hands. Darkness surged, making his expression even more unobservable.

Buzz was convinced that there were probably countless insects crawling on Vox's broken body - but the brave and tenacious pharmacist had cleared them away first.

But Hades tends to be Mortarion. At his waist, the half of the broken stone in Vox's hand has been tied up, and the unnatural texture of the stone is like a mist of white mist.

Tried, tried again and again, tried countless times, the only thing that made Hades gratified, even a little bit dumbfounded, was that he at least cleared away the psychic part of the green skin.

Although for them, they don't know whether this is joy or sorrow.

The mucus oozing from the wound left a dirty yellow outline of a human figure on the white sheets.

Most of Vox's armor has been taken off, and there is no way to deal with some of the armor fragments that have grown deeply into his organs and flesh. He can only rebandage them after cutting them, and wait for the body's condition to improve before finding a solution.

To be honest, Woakes's condition is not good. You don't even need to look at it. You just need to sniff the air with your nose - vomit - to know Woakes' state.

It seems that the green skin's psychic power has indeed affected Mortarion.

Both emotionally and rationally, it was impossible for Hades to leave Vox alone in the intensive care unit.

Hades initially thought that the Pale Lord's spiritual energy supported Vox's life, but later he realized that the two spiritual energies penetrated and eroded each other, and existed and died together - he had no way to separate them.

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Now, Vox still has the spiritual energy in him, maybe it's Nurgle, maybe it's Mortarion. As for which side has the upper hand, we have to wait until Vox wakes up and ask.

Or at least let Vox take a rest... and ask him if he's been okay these ten thousand years and how he's doing.

Buz looked at Vox lying on the hospital bed in front of him with a sad face.

The half of the metal prosthetic brain was almost rusted into scrap metal, so the pharmacist had to take it off urgently and hastily replace it with a new one.

Hades felt the weak light caressed by the darkness - to his surprise and surprise, he could not tell which of these chaotic lights belonged to Nurgle and which belonged to the Pale Lord.

Buz let out a long breath. Pluto had left. He immediately changed to a more comfortable and decadent posture and spread out on the bench.

The ascetic and fanatical Kirkland, the aloof and distant King, the half-plague soldier-like Vox...and the ravenous him.

At the moment when Vox rushed in, Hades had already drastically cleared away the Nurgle aura from the outermost part of Vox's soul. Then, he followed the pharmacists in the operation to suppress Vox's body, almost completely inseparable from him. Symbiotic growths.

Hades is like a statue. He is not just resting. He feels the ebb and flow of the black realm. He "sees" a mess with green as the main tone. Taking a deep breath, Hades operates carefully, trying to Eliminate those cluttered parts.

Why does he still have this kind of thing?

He was still waiting for Vox to wake up and chat with him - or visit Macragge.

It has been ten thousand years... but at least they are still alive... or rather immortal... Can this really be called still alive? But for Hades, it was lucky enough to meet his old friend after ten thousand years.

The pharmacist turned back, shook his head at Buz, and closed the door again.

In addition to insects, there are also fungi. In the waste disposal bin, Buzz saw no less than 49 types of fungi, including green-skinned mycelium!

Hades thought, and opened his eyes again to look at Vox and the medical instruments - he could not trust servitors, mortals, ultramarines, or the sons of Hades to take care of Vox.

He hoped that nothing happened to Vox's old man - and preferably not taking up Hades' time on Macragge.

Buzz was sitting upright, silent, waiting outside the emergency room. Beside him, Pluto was sitting with a grim look on his face.

The door was pushed open, and the pharmacist accompanying the son of Hades walked out first. He was wearing a gas mask of the highest standard. The pharmacist nodded to Hades, who immediately stood up and followed the pharmacist into the emergency room.

Facing Vox, even Hades felt troubled.

Why is there everything in Nurgle's garden? !
Buz sighed, but in this situation, this thought still could not alleviate the heaviness in the air. Opposite him, Hades was taking a nap with his eyes closed, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

The official document has been approved temporarily, but Hades insists on staying here.

Alas, it seems that Walkers is the worst at present.

... It was almost difficult for him to connect this old-looking man with the slightly youthful younger generation. Vox seemed to have been gone for too long, too far, too far.

To a certain extent, in the long years, the fate faced by the Space Marines was far more cruel than that faced by the Mechanical Magos.
Parts can be replaced, data can be backed up, and personalities can be uploaded. Hades is not sure how much of the self the two sages still retain in their souls and minds, but at least Vox doesn't have that much self left in his flesh and blood. .

Immortality and immortality are ultimately different.

Hades wanted to sigh, but felt that it was not good to do so in front of patients. His movements urgently changed to getting the concentrated nutrient solution on the medical trolley——

This is for him, not for the wounded.

The disinfectant over there is for the wounded.

Hades' movement shocked Buz, who looked at Hades, and Hades signaled him with his eyes.

Do you drink it?
Buzz shook his head and refused to drink.

Ok.

Hades blinked regretfully. He originally wanted to emphasize the importance of eating on time for fighting and decision-making, but in the end Hades decided to respect Buzz's wishes.

The only thing Hades didn't realize was that there was a possibility that Buzz couldn't drink at all now.

They were the only two people, other than Walkers, within a hundred meters of the hospital bed, without gas masks.

These smells have been rendered harmless by the treatment of the black domain, but specifically in terms of psychic abilities.

After drinking one bag, Hades carefully placed the waste bag, and then went to get the next bag——

His hand shook.

Hades was sure that Vox's eyelids had just moved.

Under the white light, Hades remained motionless, staring at Vox, as if to confirm that the scene just now was not an illusion. He saw Vox's exposed large blood vessels surging bulging, his muscle fibers trembling, and then his eyelids trembling violently——

Vox opened his eyes in a daze.

The dazzling white light came down, and almost at the same moment, rational tears flowed from Vox's eyes. The world in front of him was dazzling and hazy, and he could only see a white halo.

...Did he succeed...or did he fail...and fall into the endless nightmare created by the Warp?
The world of Vox darkened.

He saw two heads above his world - "Vox?" "Vox?!" "Vox!"

Vox's eyes began to focus, and he tried hard to see clearly... Why did the Ultramarines carve their emblem on the ceiling?
"stop fighting……"

Vox said weakly, and then he saw two white-haired heads, one large and one small, looking at each other. The younger one immediately rushed out to call the pharmacist, while the older one held his only intact arm and began to shake it. , the strength is just right, refreshing the mind without hurting the body.

"Don't sleep - Walkers, don't sleep yet!!!"

Vox looked weakly at the Ultramarines emblem on the ceiling, feeling despair.

At least it looks like Hades is still Hades.

"stop……"

Walkers almost only vented air and did not take in air.
"I promise I won't die if I close my eyes...Senior Battle...let me...rest for a while..."

"As long as you're fine——"

Hades breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Vox with concern. Vox closed his eyes again, and then a group of fully armed pharmacists rushed in. Pluto was pushed aside knowingly and watched the pharmacists operate. .

Beside the door that was knocked open, Buz stuck his head out and quietly touched the side of Pluto who was standing there.
"How is it, my father?"

Buz asked quietly, and Hades also lowered his head, but still stared at the hospital bed.

"The condition looks good," he lowered his voice, "I'm really glad he still remembers me."

Buz was speechless, but he didn't want to remain silent like this.

"My father, I also have a good relationship with Senior Walkers. He once guided me and taught me some moves - all dirty and ruthless moves."

Hades showed a smile,
"I can also teach you a little bit, but maybe Vox has given you something better. You know... He and I used to be comrades in arms, and we had a lot of exchanges. Of course, he got the most beatings. He is still from Jialuo, but it was those few battles that established his reputation as the most injury-resistant. You don’t know that at that time, he was pinned to the ground by Jialuo——"

"I can hear you."

Vox said calmly,
"I can hear you, Senior Battle."

The scene fell silent, with Vox looking at the ceiling desperately, and Hades and Buzz turning their heads awkwardly to look at the hospital bed.

Finally, it was the black-armored pharmacist who broke the silence.

"Do you still have the energy to speak?"

The apothecary from the Death Guard raised his voice, ignoring the Ultramarines apothecary who was playing quail next to him.
"Then you can increase the dosage. Come on, I'll help you pull out some pieces of armor in advance."

"Irrelevant personnel please leave first."

Hades and Butz were "invited" out of the ward, and the two people in front of the door looked at each other.

"The first point of the Death Guard's pharmacist training is not to be afraid of authority,"

Buz said a little embarrassed,
"And the training of the apothecary was once handled by Mortarion and Karas."

Especially the pharmacists sent by the Death Guard to provide friendly assistance to the Sons of Hades. The smiles on their faces are often inversely proportional to the joy within the Sons of Hades.

"Understood, understood."

Hades nodded. At least Vox's mind seemed clear now. Hades breathed a sigh of relief. This was all the work of the pharmacist.
Hades glanced at the door, coughed twice, and after placing the black area, Hades took a few steps back.

"Tell me more about your impression of Vox?"

Hades winked, hinting Buz to elaborate.

In the name of Pluto, Buz certainly would not shirk.

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【past】

On the balcony of Terra Palace, a biting cold wind rushed through the hall. Butz, wearing a golden cloak, looked coldly at the thousands of ravines and mountains.

Footsteps sounded in the darkness.

With his white helmet stained with blood, Vox slowly walked out and stood at the intersection of shadow and light.

When Protestantism was first established, Terra was still in chaos.

"I never thought that the little boy I pushed to the ground and beat would be able to reach this stage today."

Buzz blinked, his eyes sparkling. He looked back at Vox and stretched out his hand, as if inviting Vox to enjoy the vast snow-capped mountains with him.
"A hero develops from humble beginnings. This is what you taught me at that time. Why did you forget it?"

Vox remained motionless, "I can't forget, this sentence... was also given to me by another person."

"Hades?"

Butz's tone was casual, "Now...I'm not sure whether I respect Him or just because it's some form of expression of power."

The little thing is arrogant for a moment after gaining power.

"Do you want to be pushed to the ground and beaten by me again?"

Buz laughed, and he bowed magnificently, his golden robe fluttering in the wind, so happy,

"I can beat you now, Lao Den - but my dear Commander of the Death Guard Corps, Imperial Regent Buz Bella needs your assistance and that of the Death Guard Corps."

Vox's eye sockets sunken, he glanced deeply at Boots,
"Cherish your current lofty ideals... I hope to see you like this again in seven hundred years."

It didn't take that long. In ten years, the imperial hero of that year had all the edges smoothed out and learned to be a human being.

And find Vaux, apologize inconsolably, and tell him he doesn't want to do it anymore.

That time it was Karas who punched and kicked Butz back to work.

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Vox began to regret it.

It wasn't that he regretted running out. The bed he was lying on was thousands of times better than in Nurgle's Garden, but he did feel a certain helplessness.
Vox realized that the image he had built was crumbling.

This was not an important matter, but Vox was not in a state to think about important matters at the moment. His energy was extremely low, so he allowed himself to think about it.

He remembered that maybe he shouldn't be too close to that kid Buzz. There were many cases of Death Guard being betrayed by the son of Hades, and he was careless.

But no matter how you put it, Vox's despair was only directed at Butz.

Hades... is still the same Hades,
Vox thought wanly that when Hades hung the Macragge tapestry directly behind his office, he had expected this day.

But throwing away that identity and facing Butz who had done the same thing, Vox immediately felt a touch of despair.

Vox was silent.

He realized that he had different subconscious standards... maybe he should treat everyone equally... maybe.

Vox suddenly realized with despair that Pluto and the son of Pluto were the same species.

(End of this chapter)