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

Chapter 672 120. Front Line
[Cardinal John Fabian of the Pluto Cult in the Ultimate Star Zone of the Hazy Star Domain, number HDSO399470111a.

Daily Thought: Death is the end. 】

John clearly saw the Black Stone dog tag hanging around his neck fluttering in front of his eyes, with a fleet of enemy planes and warships streaking across the azure sky as the background. The line of fire cut through the sky, casting a blinding white line on his dark pupils.

boom! ! !
Explosions sounded one after another around him, and mud fell on him like rain, carrying a pungent smell.

In the slow sense of stagnation, John first cursed, "Damn it, this damn teaching",
Then he began to be thankful that he had been blown into the sky by the shock wave. If he had still stayed on the ground, he would have probably fallen into a coma by now.

hum-

He was faithfully thrown back to the earth by gravity. John felt dizzy and most of the protective equipment on his body had stopped working due to overload. This time it was the force field generator that saved his life.

"&…%#@& Bishop!"

John was grabbed roughly by someone, and the rescuer started to pull him back. He swore that his waist was scratched by the barbed wire, but the reckless guy was still pulling him back hurriedly.

"Ouch! I'm not dead! I'm not dead! Stop struggling—"

John felt a fishy taste in his mouth, he vomited blood, and was successfully dragged into the trench.

There was another noise after that, and the cardinal heard an annoying mechanical sound, and then a cold needle was inserted directly into his kidney.

"hiss--"

John's pupils first contracted and then dilated. Cold liquid poured into his blood vessels. He felt his scalp tingling and his heart pounding. His blurred vision gradually became clear and he saw a face that deserved to be slapped.

"There is no risk to life."

Said Gene, withdrawing his hand from holding open the bishop's eyelids,

"Do you want efficiency or recovery?"

He asked John, but before John could say anything, Gene had already made the decision for him.

"I guess it's efficiency. You can't fall down, Bishop."

The oil man leaned over, stretched out his hand, used his palm as a blade, and chopped off half of John's calf, which was still attached to the skin and flesh and a bit of bone!
"Ah!!! Did I draft it!!!"

The severe pain caused John to bend up like a shrimp, but the geneticist had anticipated this and used his mechanical appendages to hold John down in advance to prevent him from twitching further.

"Painkillers are in short supply. According to analysis, your consciousness is four times that of an average person. You will not pass out from this pain, Bishop."

"You also know that I'm a fucking cardinal!"

John wanted to hit Genes on the head with the scepter, but the severe pain stopped him. Genes then did something to his broken leg and then stood up with satisfaction.

"A temporary prosthesis, without follow-up treatment, will begin to rot in three to four days. If you live to that point, remember to come back to me or my friends."

Gene said, giving a brief salute to John's guard, Silent, who returned the salute by placing something into Gene's upturned palm.

"Fuck!!! Damn oil man - you are still cheating now! Do you know that I am a bishop!!!"

"Pluto has to pay too."

Said Gene, holding the red robe and disappearing at the next bend in the tunnel.

"My Lord, you need to rest now. I will come to you in seven minutes."

The Silent Man said that after saying this, she assumed that the bishop was resting now. She picked up the heavy grenade launcher, stepped on the wall of the pit in two steps, and flipped to the ground again, leaving John alone groaning in pain.

"Your mother."

John said, he took a deep breath,

He wanted to find an assistant to help him, but now the only people left in the trenches were the dead or those who were about to die. There were not many living people on the front line, and the damn local defenders were retreating.

Retreat! Retreat the hell! They have lost both air and sea supremacy! Where can they go? !
The cardinal groped into his chest pocket with trembling hands, and found a well-preserved miraculous black stone there. This was a black stone that had been blessed by Hades. Whoever touched it would feel his power.

"Pluto above."

He said that he had successfully reduced his pain a little with the blessing of Hades.

John took the opportunity to glance at his broken leg, his eye twitched and he decided not to look at his poor left leg anymore.

He took seven deep breaths again to calm himself down.
John struggled to readjust his communication channel. The explosion just now caused the communication equipment to whistle loudly.

14.7...4.00...John carefully adjusted the channel.

His brain, which was jolted by the needle from the Geneslayer, began to think quickly. He realized that what had just bombed him were the Dark Eldar's Razorwing fighters, and the missiles released should be some kind of targeted decapitation missiles - aimed at him!
Oh shit!

John cursed in his heart, his uncle is not dead! Not only is he not dead, he is also going to stuff all these foreign bastards into the toilet.

Ding, a pleasant sound came from the communicator, and John suddenly felt relieved that the band communication had not been snatched away by this group of crazy lunatics.

He pursed his lips and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"X66300, Y47400, Reget Farm, Cardinal John of the Underworld Church, the eastern front has been defeated. We will retreat to the East City District in ten minutes."

"The losses are heavy, and the number of casualties is not yet clear."

"I'm glad you're alive, Bishop."

A heavy voice sounded from the channel, with the sound of a heavy sword breaking through the air in the background.

"Just now, my brothers in the Chapter saw three squadrons of Eldar mechas wandering on the eastern front. I think they are looking for you."

The Dusk Rebels were one of the Death Guard's sub-regiments. Judging from the voices, their chapter leader should have died in battle. John recognized the voice as that of the chapter's deputy.

"Hey, hey, son of a bitch, you're looking for me—where's Theodore?"

John hummed weakly.

"Our Chapter Master has died. We cannot guarantee that we can hold the northern line. The Titans of the Sepra Forge World in front of the northern line have all lost their combat effectiveness. We do not want to retreat for the time being. Do you still have heavy firepower that can deal with the Eldar Titans, Bishop?"

"Of course he didn't."

Another annoying voice appeared, a mechanical voice, coming from the Forge World of Sepura. The Great Sage Lavie said,
"My geneticist just reported that Bishop John's vital signs are low. John, it's time for you to choose a location for your own grave."

"Hidden in the city like you?"

John asked back, but the great sage was not angered by this;
"I have placed a small general cannon on the north wall, but it is in very poor condition and its energy storage block is about to explode. I think it has two rounds left. Bishop, this is our last chance."

"I saw three alien Titans still standing!!! Why the hell didn't you take it out just now?!"

"Bishop, I just succeeded in reviving it one minute and fifty-three seconds ago. You should know that I suffered the greatest loss this time. My Titan Order was completely wiped out."

"Sage, can you ensure the hit rate?"

"It's impossible to ensure that. The Eldar Titans move too fast. We need to hold them back."

"Bring the war into the city,"

John said,
"From now on, whether they are used as fire support platforms or entering the city, their speed will slow down!"

"By Pluto, we are all going to choose Green City as our cemetery, although I still hope to obtain an Eldar Titan for research."

The channel on the other end of the Retrograde Dead Regiment was silent for a while, and John heard the war cry and the sound of the Plasma Regiment again. He hoped that this regiment would also enter the city, so that they could at least delay it for a while.

Damn it, John began to curse in his heart again. He brought a whole army of twenty-one well-trained Soulless Silents, fourteen companies of Hellhounds, three companies of heavy vehicle companies, and one company of fighter planes - gone! All fucking gone!

Although the heavy vehicle cooperated with the Quietus, and with the blessing of Hades, John's battle line successfully caused the opponent to temporarily destroy a Titan - but in return, the Quietus was killed and only his guards were left.

Even though the superiors had informed him that the Eldar would have unusual movements, wasn't the simultaneous appearance of Dark Eldar, Wild Eldar, Eldar, and Slaanesh a bit too much? !

John frowned in pain. He must not lose the planet he was standing on.

He had checked the star map, and except for this planet, the other thirty-five planets in the occupied area formed a strange pattern. Now the only planet missing from this pattern was the one under his feet!

The Hades literacy training John had received told him that on a psychic level, this planet must absolutely not be lost.

But the situation is not optimistic.

As the shipping route was blocked by Aida's ships, the planet was now an isolated star, and the three-week long high-intensity war caused heavy losses to the defenders.

Now there are only three forces that are still able to fight. The local defenders who have never seen Chaos have no combat effectiveness. Even though they have the largest number of people, John has equipped them with small bishops who can expel Chaos.

The first is John's Dark Cult armed forces, the remaining infantry and vehicles;
The second is the Dusk Rebels, because they are a sub-regiment of the Death Guard, and because the bishop usually keeps good relations with the Death Guard chapters, only this chapter responded to Bishop John's call and stayed on this planet that could be lost at any moment.

Although this chapter does not believe in the Cult of the Underworld or the God of Death, its faith is in the God-Emperor, and the faces of its members are more Terran-like.

Most of the legions and chapters have retreated to other planets.

The third is the Mechanicus, although the Archsage and the Bishop are quite at odds with each other -

It was just like the usual relationship between the Mechanicus and the Hades, but the teachings from Ohm Messiah also made these mechanics guys stay. Perhaps the reason why the Great Sage stayed was the same as John's.

"My lord, prepare to retreat."

The voice of the Silent Lady interrupted John's thoughts. She picked up John with one hand, causing the bishop to groan in pain again.

The Silent Sisters, a company of soulless people, are different from the Silent Sisters who are directly under the central government. They are usually assigned to various districts.
It is uniformly distributed to the cardinals by the Hades Cult on Terra. A cardinal with some fame can be assigned to a team, while minor bishops who have been commended or are in key areas will be given one.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

John shouted, and was carried on the back of the Silent Man. Taking advantage of the gap in the enemy's attack, they began to retreat.

Some soldiers were left behind to cover their retreat. They jumped into the trenches and searched for ammunition on the bodies of their deceased comrades, preparing for the final fight.

"May you remain in the Styx forever, my warriors!"

John shouted, and he began to mutter a prayer that most of the warriors could not understand. Only the Quiet One knew that he was speaking the language of Barbarus.

John put his fingers into his pocket, and when he took them out again, his fingertips were already pitch black. As he spoke, he smeared black paint on the guards who passed by him in an awkward posture.

Oh my God, as John was drawing the underworld, he discovered that none of the young bishops and management were there, they were all dead!
John felt pain, and he thought about just dying here, but he couldn't just die. With only an oil man and a space marine who couldn't think straight, who knew how long they could last.

From the very beginning, none of the three defending armies thought about winning.

They just wanted to delay - delay until reinforcements arrived.

In the eyes of other armies, they must be crazy. The entire star field was isolated and the battle line had been pushed to even farther places beyond this - there was obviously not much need for them to hold on.

But maybe they don’t think so.

John's pupils were slightly dilated again due to the bumps in transportation. He saw the pink mist all over the sky. From the naked eye, the eastern line where he was located was the area with the lightest pink mist.

Because the land here is spilled with the blood of twenty fucking Silent Men!

He felt his flesh twitching and his heart bleeding when he thought of this. Normally, fourteen Silent Warriors of this strength could evoke a small underworld, but because the concentration of spiritual energy here was too high, the Silent Warriors were also severely suppressed.

John thought about it, and then he was roughly stuffed into the troop transport sent by the regiment by the Silent Man. The Silent Man patted his chest, then bit his thumb coolly and wrote the real name of Pluto on his forehead with blood.

"I'm leaving, Bishop. May Hades wish you to live. I know what you want - may Hades wish you a promotion and a raise."

The Quiet Man said, his figure getting smaller and smaller in the pink light outside the troop carrier.

"Wait - without my order - what the hell do you want to do?! Get back here! Asshole!!!!"

"I want to go with them!"

The Silent Sister whistled, and John thought, this stupid chatterbox should be assigned to the Silent Sisters to be punished for her stupidity!
"Come back!!!"

John yelled in anger, but the Dusk Retrograde considerately blocked his view.

"You should rest for a while, Bishop."

Said the Space Marine in white and red armor,
"Her choice is correct. No one is willing to abandon their comrades. May the Emperor protect her."

"She is the Quiet One! She should be blessed by Hades!!!"

John said angrily, because he was facing a Space Marine who could crush his head with one hand, so John forced himself to swallow the curse words in his mouth.
But this group of introverted and silent people, who were of the same lineage as the Death Guard, ignored him. No matter how John yelled and cursed, he fell into a brief faint due to anger and annoyance and a high fever.

So they retreated back to face their final death.

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

"I feel...something's not right."

Hades said as Mortarion, who was flying clutching the backpack on his armor, looked extremely speechless.

The Primarch wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know how to say it. In the end, he could only say in a suppressed voice,
[Of course you will feel something is wrong.]

Mortarion said he wanted to take a deep breath, but there was no oxygen in space and they were all holding their breath.

The frost had coated their armour thickly enough to stiffen Mortarion's wings, and even the skeletons on the inside of his wings had shrunk, as if rebuking the Primarch for mistreating them.

Yes, now, Mortarion was clutching the backpack on the back of Hades' armor, soaring among the fleets above Terra.

The reason for all this came from Hades' proposal - he wanted to conduct a black domain inspection and blessing on all the troops in this expedition, and Mortarion naturally agreed to this proposal.

Just one military parade would be enough.

But the Primarch forgot that the entire army also included those flying in orbit around Terra.

Hades then further proposed that the Primarch take him for a walk in space, because Hades did not know how to fly in space and Mortarion could fly faster.

Mortarion didn't know how he was fooled by Hades' logic and finally agreed to do this.

All he knew was that he wanted to just throw the weight in his hand away, and then he could go and beat Slaanesh happily.

Maybe he just didn't want to think about Hades's just-made sophistry, as that would expose his own stupidity.

The only last-ditch effort the Primarch could make was to have all the ships' observation windows closed and the auspicious instruments temporarily shut down.

"Do not……"

Hades said, entering a state of trance. Mortarion hoped that his performance when he was trapped in the psychic illusion would not be as stupid as Hades's current performance. No, it was too stupid.

"Someone is calling me."

Hades suddenly said firmly,
"I'll go ahead later, Moth Smash."

(End of this chapter)