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

Chapter 709 157. They gradually returned to the past
“I feel a little uneasy.”

Abaddon said truthfully,
In front of him, a strange magic circle was flickering, and a Chaos Space Marine in dark blue armor was holding his battle axe, with scarlet light dancing on the Egyptian-style decoration above his helmet.

“That’s [its] nature.”

The spellcaster Khayon said, his hands shaking at a weird speed. Abaddon didn't even see how Khayon threw out those tarot cards, but now those cards burning with blood were floating in the air and spinning around Khayon, making the atmosphere here even weirder.

"Any war in which [it], or its subordinates, the Dark Cult, participate, will make us feel uneasy and hesitant. I call it [Hell's Gaze]."

"But he wasn't really looking at us."

Abaddon said, his face expressionless, trying not to let his uneasiness show.

"Regrettably,"

Khayon directed the psychic energy from the blood pool. He was not too averse to them because when the Empire came to arrest the Thousand Sons outside, it was an Alpha he knew who helped him escape.

"I'm not sure about this - its power is strange enough. In the minds of some psychics, as long as you touch its concept, you have been watched."

"It's not that it's watching us, but because we're looking at it, we're being watched. In the propaganda of the Dark Cult, it's its kindness that makes it stare back indiscriminately. Ridiculous, shouldn't it be greed?"

"Then wouldn't he be able to know our plan?"

Abaddon sneered. Khayon was silent for a moment, then spoke again.
"Relax - maybe it's not what's disturbing you? Are you planning to come to Baal in person this time?"

Khayon's change of subject made Abaddon even more suspicious, but he still did not show it on his face.
"It depends,"

He said, nodding his head.
"...I really want to see him and the Lord of Death again. No, I don't plan to win, but my existence has already revealed the flaws in their plans and ideas. Even though I have long despised my father, the flame of hatred from that time has never been extinguished."

"what ever,"

Khayon shrugged.

"I'm not going, but if you go I can go and see."

It was a pity that Abaddon didn't know who he would meet - otherwise he would never go there even if he died.

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【Barr】

【Are you ready? 】

Guilliman turned around, holding a torch. Countless angel statues were carved on the platinum torch, but the area near the fire source became charred. The angel statues were blackened and turned into evil spirits.

They were now in the largest cathedral in Baal, and all irrelevant people had been cleared out by the World Eaters, Ultramarines and Death Guard.

Now there are only a few giants standing here.

The towering statue of the God-Emperor was looking down at them, swords in both hands. It was as tall as dozens of stories, and the shadow it cast made the other side of the cathedral as dark as night.

Hades could sense Valdor's disdain for the statue behind him. The Lord of the Imperial Guards always insisted on walking at the end of the team, never participating in the discussions in front, and was as silent as a machine.

Guilliman still stared at Mortarion and Hades behind him. He knew that these two were the key to rescuing Sanguinius.

The light of the flames burned on Guilliman's face, reflecting the Regent's face into two sides, one dark and one light.

【I have been looking forward to this day. 】

Mortarion said calmly, his emotion invisible, his hand casually resting on the pistol and the dark lantern at his waist.

At this moment, under the command of Karas, the Death Guard mourners outside the cathedral are taking action, using the angel's blood Amit as a guide to create a magic circle to seal the entire cathedral.

If their next action goes against their will and Amit shows signs of going berserk, the entire magic circle will be activated immediately.

"You can leave anytime."

Hades said, he glanced sideways at Valdor again, he seemed to sense the negative emotions coming from Valdor, it seemed that the Emperor's Guards were not very satisfied with them.

Hades decided to guard against the Lord of the Imperial Guards in the next action, so as to prevent him from suddenly launching an attack. The probability of such an action was extremely low, but he thought it should be definitely not zero.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Guilliman nodded solemnly, and then led them to the pedestal behind the magnificent statue of the God-Emperor.

Guilliman leaned down and began to strike.

After three minutes of irregular knocking, the statue of the God-Emperor trembled, and a passage wide enough for the hellhound to pass through opened.

【Walk. 】

Guilliman said, walking into the tunnel first, Hades blinked and followed the team.

The tunnel kept going down, and after five minutes of traveling, Hades' eyes suddenly became wider. A dark space with a height of nearly 100 meters and a width that seemed to have no end appeared in front of them.

Countless defensive buildings stand at different heights in this cave that is like an underground kingdom. On the dusty machines, the warning lights are still flashing red, which is the only source of light here.

The Space Marines in their almost faded armor stood silently at their posts, simply staring at them.

Hades spotted World Eaters armor, Ultramarines, Imperial Fists, and even Blood Angels?!

Seeing them coming, no one spoke. A hunched hooded figure came over, stood in front of Guilliman who had already stopped, and raised a flat instrument that looked like a command board.

Guilliman remained silent. In the gray dungeon, even the king’s face became dim.

Guilliman raised his hand, and the sharp spiritual energy drew a bloody mark on his cheek, and blood splashed on the helmet. Seeing this, Robert pressed the hand splashed with blood on the instrument.

It is a genetic testing instrument.

Hades thought, and sure enough, after a five-second pause, a small but pleasant "beep" sound was heard.

At the same time, Hades heard the sound of countless heavy weapons' safety doors being reinstalled.

The person who came to receive them bowed deeply to Guilliman, revealing his sewn eyes.

"Welcome, my foolish king."

Before he finished his words, the hunched figure disappeared into the endless darkness.

Guilliman began to walk again, and those people in the darkness did not come forward, but just watched them go.

[This is the first level of defense.]

Guilliman's somewhat bitter voice sounded,

[The most formalistic one - because we all know that we can't stop him here, but we still do it. This can delay time for the people on the ground to retreat, and at the same time prevent explorers from the outside world. ]

[They have great ill will towards you.]

Mortarion whispered as tall white moth-like monsters walked here, their white hair like tentacles, detecting the lives hidden in the defense works in the distance.

They are all victims of that incident.

Guilliman said, still holding the torch high. Within the range of the torch's light, people left on their own accord.

[Angron and I have selected these people. Those who were scarred by the events of the past, the lives of their families and comrades, or those who simply began to hate the Primarch because of this.]

[After experiencing fratricide, they were psychologically shaken and could no longer fight for the Empire, but they could still continue to fight. Angron used some...psychic or psychological means on them to strengthen people's disgust for the Primarch, allowing them to become absolute jailers.]

Mortarion made a sound of pleasure.

[This doesn't sound like your style or Angron's, Guilliman.]

【We had a period of confusion after that incident.】

Guilliman replied calmly, his voice as fleeting as a stone thrown into a nighttime lake.
[Besides, it was our previous style that led to that tragedy. We thought it was necessary to be tougher at the time... Now it seems that there is a better way and they should not be treated so badly.]

Mortarion sneered,
[You always care too much about everyone's thoughts, lives and feelings, the blond guy born in the Utopia.] [I don't think there is anything wrong with this - I don't want to argue with you now, Mortarion, maybe I am wrong.]

Guilliman said, not sure if it was because of the darkness or because of his apology, the golden light around him became dim, which made Guilliman look rougher and more human.

Guilliman admitted his mistake too quickly. Hades saw Mortarion was silent for a moment, then laughed dryly.

【Not interesting. 】

Mortarion whispered, making sure only Hades heard it, and Hades pinched his lips and gave Mortarion a light kick from behind.

Mortarion was naturally gloating over other people's misfortune. Even though the Pale Lord felt sympathy and sadness about this, he still gloated over it, especially because he was locked on the Demon Binding Platform by Guilliman and others.

Mortarion flapped his wings, and it looked like his grey cloak had twitched, and leapt over the subject.

Guilliman didn't care about the little episode behind him. He led them to continue walking. This was a hole that poured down. Behind the dense defense works, the space abruptly ended at a crack in the ground.

The gap was extremely high, but barely wide enough for the original body to pass sideways. Looking inside, countless tiny cracks were climbing on the wall, seeping with blood.

This doesn't look very friendly to Hades.

[Second level of defense, the Scarlet Labyrinth - influenced by the Archangel imprisoned here, this labyrinth is growing all the time.]

Guilliman said, he raised one hand with a serious expression, and in the dim golden light in the Regent's palm, a white feather fell into his palm.

【This is the last of the Angel White Feather. 】

Guilliman said, lowering the torch in his other hand and sending Whitefeather into the flames.

[Only the light burning from the nobility of Sanguinius can guide us on the right path and dispel the pollution of this accumulated spiritual energy.]

Pure and warm white light burst out and burned fiercely. Except for Hades, almost everyone present felt the warmth like a spring breeze.

【alright. 】

Guilliman turned around and was about to lead everyone to continue walking, but when he saw Hades, he suddenly stopped.

"I think you realize that."

Hades said sadly.

Logically speaking, Mortarion might be as big as Hades, but the Pale Lord developed vertically, and his profile and width were even one-third of the average stronger Primarch.

Guilliman was silent. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words coming out of his mouth were so pale and powerless at this moment.

Hades walked over silently, turned sideways and compared the size. Good, he couldn't go through it in his current state.

[When originally designed, this width was to prevent the winged Sanguinius from escaping, while ensuring that the largest brothers among us could pass through.]

The "greatest brother" that Guilliman was referring to was Vulkan.

[I didn’t think of you…]

Hades was sure that he saw a fleeting helpless smile at the corner of Guilliman's mouth.

【Growing again.】

The sound of a dead man's cough was heard, and make no mistake, that was Mortarion laughing.

"..."

"There is no other way. I will transform into the form of a star god and attack."

Hades said that he couldn't stand Mortarion's dead laughter anymore. It was so gloating, so pure sarcasm without any other emotions. The boomerang that intercepted his lunch ten thousand years ago finally came back.

Guilliman opened his eyes wide, raised the torch, and saw darkness gathering around Hades like a storm, and Hades' figure disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, Pluto is no longer a pure entity, but more like a mixture of gas and solid.

"Walk."

Hades's dull voice came from the darkness, and he felt Waldo's sharp gaze from behind.

"Come on."

Hades urged again, he couldn't stand it anymore, it was 80.

"Cough cough."

Guilliman coughed a few times, then without hesitation, he squeezed sideways into the narrow gap, holding the torch high in front of him. The capillary-like threads around the wall instantly shrank back the moment they touched the light.

The pure light guided the direction forward and they began to move. The easiest one was Mortarion, as his body shape was perfect for this place.

This time, in order not to affect the work of the torches in front, Hades followed at the end. He simply cancelled the enchantment here, and swallowed up everything touched by the darkness.

The maze was intricate and complex. They moved forward as a whole. From the narrow gaps, there were screams like the crying of ghosts. Dark red liquid like blood accumulated under their feet. The further they went in, the stronger the smell of blood became.

Tick, tick.

From time to time, liquid dripped from above onto their faces, then slowly slid down in a sticky and cold state.

In the end, except for the incorporeal Hades, almost everyone seemed to be drenched in blood.

【Coming. 】

Guilliman spoke hoarsely, looking weaker with every step he took.

Mortarion saw that this was an echo of the events of that year. The self-blame and the warp reflection shook Guilliman, making him weaker and weaker.

The Pale Lord also felt a certain degree of oppression. Amid those crying and complaining screams, he seemed to hear the roars from his bloody battle with Sanguinius.

It seems that Hades will be the main force this time - this is why Guilliman was in a hurry to get Hades over.

A faint red light lit up around the next corner, and Mortarion stopped abruptly as Guilliman in front of him suddenly stopped moving.

In fact,

Guilliman's voice, so weak that he was almost dying, rang out. He turned his head and smiled, which was uglier than crying.
[I don't know Angron's current state. He may have died, or worse - he has also fallen.]

Baal's psychic field could completely isolate the psychic energy deep underground, so he had no way of judging whether Angron was okay by the status of the World Eater.

Mortarion was silent, looking at Guilliman who was rooted in front of him.

That incident was a great blow to Guilliman. He believed that it was a serious dereliction of duty on his part, so he had to send his two brothers to the dungeon himself.

Mortarion paused for a moment.

[I think the third defense is Angron? ]

Guilliman nodded, and before the Regent could say anything else, Mortarion reached out and snatched the torch from Guilliman's hand.

[Then I'll go first.]

Mortarion gave a sarcastic smile, his wrinkles deepened.
[I remember the kick he gave me very clearly.]

throat!
There was a dull sound of metal hitting stone, and the sickle drawn by the Lord of Death struck the stone surface, creating sparks.

【Walk. 】

Mortarion said.

(End of this chapter)