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

Chapter 682 130. Continue to march forward
[Scalus Sector]

05328D Operator:
First broadcast, key yubns-92, Terra time 999.11.2, 8:06 a.m., Scalus Sector, 2nd Front, 1st Sector, 3c,

Pluto applied for movement and the application was approved. Please ask the armies of the third and fourth war zones of Burnscore to prepare to welcome him. According to the local psychic energy concentration, the Hades fighters will implement the 3rd Beta plan. Over.

Boom! Boom! — Boom!

The earth was shaken by the fire of the Leman Russ tanks. Tanks of different models and in different directions fired at the same time. In the distance, the stopped Titans also poured out flames.

Fighter planes flew through the sky like a formation of geese, dropping shells and setting the entire nest on fire.

"In the name of Hades! Fire! Fire—suppress it! Don't let it out!!!"

The Hades priest huddled behind a Leman Russ tank was roaring, his face distorted behind his gas mask, and some giant creature was wriggling in the fiercely burning hive in front of him.

The space suddenly darkened. The priest raised his eyes abruptly and saw huge tentacles made of naked human bodies mating extending from the ruins of the hive city and slapping at him. The priest's pupils suddenly shrank -

boom!
Brilliant sparks exploded in the air, and the tentacles shrank back with a wail. A huge explosive bomb from a distant Titan saved him, and blood and flesh scattered all over him like rain.

"Ouch! God of Hell!"

The pastor wiped the gas mask, and a sharp electric sound came to his ears, which were almost deafened by the shells.
"Second broadcast, key..."

The Hades priest suddenly stopped, and regardless of the fact that he was standing in the disgusting sticky flesh and blood, he tilted his head to maintain his posture, and listened attentively to the words in the channel.

Then——

"Hades! Hades is here! The request is approved!"

He cheered and immediately switched the channel back to the command channel.

"The fighter planes must make an emergency landing immediately! Stop flying!! Everyone, find cover immediately - medical team! Drag out all those who are seriously contaminated! Lay them flat on the ground! Put the black stone necklace on top!"

"If you don't want to die, pray to Hades now!!!"

The priest shouted, he didn't know how many people heard him, but the next fighter plane did not come.

Upon hearing the commands of cover and retreat, most of the soldiers immediately jumped back into the trenches. Some who were blood-thirsty continued to charge, some were dragged back by their comrades, and others rushed directly into the raging flames.

boom!
The Titan fired another heavy bomb, but not at the monster the size of the hive, but towards the sky.

The guys in red robes stood at the foot of the long-range fire support platform, and the priest had already seen them waving their cheerful little metal arms toward the sky.

He was about to rebuke this waste of ammunition, but the priest's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned his head and looked up at the sky -

A black line flashed out of nowhere, as if the signal was malfunctioning.

The priest's eyes suddenly opened wide.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the space crack!

The looming giant slowly emerged from the space crack. The Hades priest opened his mouth wide. In his sight, the emerging figure was only slightly larger than a black dot.
But behind that black shadow, which almost filled the entire field of vision, the sky-high tentacles that stretched out from the blazing flames suddenly disintegrated and scattered, as if they had never existed in the first place.

A strong wind suddenly blew away the white hair.

When he really saw Hades' face clearly, the god was frowning and looking sideways at the fallen hive. The corpses scattered by the huge tentacles fell from the sky and were then swallowed by flames.

Hades stretched out his hand towards the fallen hive, and the entire hive seemed to be shrouded in shadow in an instant. The dark river water surged up from under the hive, the fire was still burning, and the underworld water was still surging.

When the tallest spire of the hive was engulfed by darkness, Hades stopped.

The priest blinked and saw the hive city still burning fiercely, as if nothing had happened just now.

He subconsciously glanced at the time projected on the gas mask. Only one second had passed since Pluto appeared.

"Pluto, God of Hell!!!"

The priest paused, and then the words of praise roared out of his throat, like the first domino in a sea of ​​dominoes, and then amid the roar of overheated engines, people shouted and waved their arms to the sky.

No matter what they shouted, the word "Pluto" was interspersed in every sentence.

The priest saw Pluto turn his face, and except for the mechanical eye, there was only black and white on his body. A hideous scar ran through half of his face, and the dark eyes without any light were looking at his people and believers.

Then Hades smiled and waved at them—electric arcs wrapped around the black helmet, and space began to flicker again as if it was broken.

He is leaving again.

For some reason, the priest felt lost and frustrated. He pulled himself out of the pulp and ran out from behind Leman Russ, waving foolishly at the god. He shouted to the god, thanking him for ending the war.

But the gods never stay for any individual. The black line passed by, just as abruptly as he came, and he left again, leaving nothing behind except a dead city with flames burning quietly.

05328D Operator:
First broadcast, key yubns-92, Terra time 999.11.2, 8:13 am, Scalus Sector, 2nd Front, 4th Sector, 6g,

Pluto applied for movement and approval...

………………

【Toughness】

Mortarion, who was bent over the desk, raised his eyes slightly, but his hand did not pause for a moment as he signed the document.

The space above the long sofa opposite him began to fluctuate, and then a large black object fell down and hit the center of the sofa.

boom!
Hades lay on his back on the sofa with a look of despair. He was a little weak from forcibly tearing open the space many times.

He picked up the Burner's Heart from his waist. In fact, Hades still hadn't learned how to eat it. Trazyn had imitated for him how the Deceiver ate his own fragments, which was to eat them raw.

Hades looked at it hesitantly for a while, and finally chose to switch his face to a hollow state similar to that of a void dragon, then stuffed it directly in, and took it out again.

The Burner's Heart became visibly dim. Hades tied it back to his waist, switched back to his human face, and wondered which planet to go to next - although the war on the second front was about to end.

【Don’t go.】

The Primarch said, then pulled out a piece of gold-stamped letter paper from a pile of documents and threw it to Hades, who caught it and opened it.

[The old man asks you to maintain your strength, and he also asks to borrow the Endurance.]

Mortarion said this calmly, and it was unclear what his attitude towards the request was.

Hades was silent for a moment, the flames of war burned very quickly, with the "Happy Valley of the Laughing God" as the central leakage area and the imperial territory as the area. The outer lightly polluted areas that were polluted by Slaanesh's psychic energy had all been recovered, and the cleaning of the moderately polluted areas was about to be completed.

But the road ahead will probably be extremely difficult.

Even in the moderately polluted area, psychic wonders that could only appear in the warp space had already appeared. "Borrow the Endurance?"

Hades asked casually,
"It seems that we will face a warship of the same size as the Endurance next, Aida's Ark?"

[It is very likely. ]

Mortarion said that he would continue to review and approve the documents. Over the past ten thousand years, the Primarch had developed a good sense of self-awareness. Even when reviewing documents, he only had a slight intention of death, not a desire to strike.

[The first Blackrock Tower is almost completed, remember to go there. ]

Mortarion added, holding the twelfth slingshot application in his hand,
After the Imperial Army arrived at the Scalus Sector, the Martians immediately began to plan the star map.

With the planet guarded by the Cardinal of the Cult of the Underworld as the core, the Mechanical Sages plan to set up twelve Black Stone Towers in this star field to suppress the psychic energy overflowing from the Webway and to ensure subsequent advances.

Mortarion used numerology to calculate and consult Hades before approving the sages' request.
Now, a team of Pluto's sons and the female sage appointed by Sage Jin are working hard on production and have exceeded the planned target.

At the same time, a large amount of black stone minerals were projected into this star region from all corners of the empire through slingshots.

Because they were fighting for Hades, these guys used super-saturation support. The Primarch roughly calculated that the Mechanicus were deploying slingshots based on an 85% miss rate.

But as of now, the loss rate of this batch of freighters is 11%, and a lot of black rock ore has accumulated in the rear of the star zone.

Mortarion didn't want to say anything. When he fought in the past, the people in the Storm Star Region were not so enthusiastic.

"So fast?"

Hades thought thoughtfully that the core Blackrock Spire must be ensured to be difficult to be overturned by psychic energy, which means that he needs to go there in person to fill the black domain.

[You underestimated the speed at which faith increases. ]

The Primarch said dimly that it was finally approved. Although one third of them had been initially planned by Karas, Mortarion still felt frustrated about the approval of the documents.

He actually began to miss Guilliman a little. The further the Primarch went, the more Mortarion realized the importance of Guilliman, even though that guy was always confused about psychic matters.

The blood mud had not yet dried on Mortarion's helmet and boots, where he had just stepped off the battlefield. The Primarch sorted out the documents and then handed them to the servitor to enter into the Nirvana system.

Mortarion's other hand casually pulled out a piece of white paper and began to write and calculate again.

He could not calculate things that were closely related to Hades, those things could only have an extremely vague logic, so the Primarch was now calculating things that were far away from them.

Extending from the original number 13, representing unbridled rage, it was later plucked by mortal hands and woven into a king’s laurel wreath; then came the ups and downs, as the apparent dictator still did not deviate from his essence, was betrayed, and faked his death.

Interesting, Mortarion thought.

After he had been told of his true nature, he had tried to calculate his brothers. Mortarion himself was an endless mist, and there might be something in the mist - but he could not see it, perhaps an insect, or perhaps just a complete monster.

But the essence may not be static, they are also growing, or being influenced.

Mortarion raised his pen and looked at the picture he had drawn.

The lines on the coordinate axis extended and intersected, and he saw a sword burning with flames, with the king's laurel wreath dangling on the hilt.

This showed Robouti Guilliman's determination and rage.

Some things must be done by the victim himself, such as... revenge.

Mortarion randomly wrote down another number, 8, placing it below 5. It was a surprising coincidence. Perhaps beings that were destined to suffer the fire of revenge would attract each other.

But Mortarion would not let them interrupt the godslaying, the Primarch thought irritably, and he needed to ensure that Slaanesh's death would be the main event - no other farce would interrupt his plans.

Slaanesh dies, and ensures that the Eldar Death does not come.

There is a high probability that Mortarion will make a mistake.

Because the younger ones can never beat the older ones! Neos thought, and he rushed over and patted his former warmaster on the shoulder, almost frightening Orpesson to faint.

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

Hungry, hungry, hungry.

A voracious appetite that can never be satisfied.

The youngest queen screamed and was in pain, her huge body connected to the gap in the webway. She began to take on more concrete forms. This was bad, ugly, and wrong.

He tried to stuff one suffering Eldar soul after another into his mouth, but after a moment of satisfaction between his lips, he felt even more hungry. The sharp blade-like object cut through his large and thin belly. With every swallow, the unborn death in the hungry lady's belly became clearer!
Slaanesh screamed in pain once more. His pregnancy and impending birth made him touch the death and rebirth of the gods. Sometimes he was strong, sometimes he was weak - his power was mixed with that of the god of death!
The last time... the last time Slaanesh clearly sensed the breath of Death was before He resurrected and descended upon the vast Eldar empire. At that time, He played wantonly, tearing apart an entire empire in His joy.

But now He is curled up in Commorra, the Webway like a placenta, wrapping Him layer by layer and drawing nutrients from the Warp to nourish His "new life".

Nourish Him?
No! What he nourished was the monster that broke out of his body!

Slaanesh twitched. He felt pain, extreme pain - part of it came from the instinct of a dying god, and the other part came from the pain of restraint. He wanted so badly to swallow everything directly - but he couldn't do it!
The concepts within Slaanesh are fighting against each other - preventing a god from acting recklessly! This is unimaginable and unbearable pain!

As happy as the Dark Prince was when the Eldar Empire fell, just as painful as he was now, curled up in Commorros.

He subconsciously began to scream, and the screams came out from the breach in the webway, layer upon layer, as if overlapping with the screams when he was revived.

He stretched out his hand and looked through the cracks in the webway through the thousands of twisted and polluted eternal suns.

Time is chaotic within the Warp, but not even Slaanesh can go back to the moment to save Him completely - He cannot create such a huge Warp wave.

But the gods are still favored.

The closer He is to death, the closer He is to rebirth. He is a self-eating, never-satisfied ouroboros. Slaanesh is the most unique one - He is the only one with a clear record of awakening. He devours himself towards destruction, but also devours himself towards revival.

The Dark Prince felt the power of the old Eldar Empire, and these powers filled him, but still made him inevitably slide into the abyss - this is the fact that his death brought him close to resurrection, resurrection gave him strength, but continued to push him to his final fall.

Between the pain and the waking dream, Slaanesh heard the mockery of the death god in his belly in despair -

How much that sounded like Xi Gaoqi being devoured by Him - or rather, that's how all the Eldar laughed.

Do not!
Slaanesh roared.

Do not!
He rolled over - he still had one chance! Let them see who would be reborn in the end, Death or Slaanesh!
After He has completely devoured the Eldar, Slaanesh will fall back into resurrection. At that moment, He will kill the God of Death again to prove his existence!
With this thought in mind, Slaanesh once again began to devour the Eldar - only to scream in terror at its impending destruction.

Outside the web, a being similar to Xigaoqi... no, or even more bizarre than Xigaoqi began to laugh.

He likes to play chess.

(End of this chapter)