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

Chapter 821 [263.] Honor and Loyalty

In fact, even if the Chaos Empire joined the battle, the situation was not friendly to humans.

Amidst the scarlet, the holographic star map on the arm armor flickered. Well, he never wore a helmet.

The lower part of the Eye of Silence is occupied by the Empire. A steady stream of logistical supplies arrives at this war zone directly from the Terra Star Field and the Ultramarine Star Field. The Empire must not lose this area, otherwise the most stable supply line will be cut off.

Immediately adjacent to the upper left area of ​​this star field, the Chaos Anchor Point arranged by Guilliman is here. The power of the Chaos Empire is expanding rapidly, and churches and altars used to spread and connect the beliefs of the Warp are springing up like mushrooms after rain.

The Necrons led by the Silent King directly penetrated the entire Eye of Silence. The huge Necrons created a barrier to isolate psychic energy in the Eye of Silence.

Even after being attacked by Guilliman's psychic self-destruction, it only caused the barrier to move back slightly.

If the Necrons' forces cannot be driven out of the area, the Sundered Belt will continue to spread, expanding as the Necrons advance.

Passing through the Silent King's Soul-Severing Belt, the Silent King separated part of the human empire army led by Hades and Fenus from Trazyn's army.

Originally, this area was connected to the rear of the Empire, but after the Chaos Empire cut off the left piece of the star field, their connection with the Empire was cut off, and afterwards, during the deliberate retreat of the Chaos Empire, this area was gradually occupied by the Necrons.

Behind them, the Tyranids arriving from Outland had already bared their fangs towards this area.

The situation is not clear, and it becomes more chaotic as more forces join in. This is destined to be a chaotic battle with no clear winners. Absolute strength will not be the only factor in determining victory, because any three forces on the field combined are enough to destroy the remaining one.

[Vox]'s rationality has begun to wipe away cold sweats for the commander who is commanding this battlefield. This is destined to be a bottomless pit. This star field will become an absolute meat grinder for ten thousand years.

But in fact,
What does it have to do with him?
Vox remained silent. He didn't care about the screaming of the Shrike Corax and Conrad's strange laughter on the distant battlefield. What did this have to do with him? No.

[Vorx] doesn't care about all this at all, just like a true beloved son of Khorne. He doesn't care about the twists and turns between the Primarchs, nor does he care about the loyalty and betrayal. His soul has long been tempered in ten thousand years of rage, and now, [Vorx] is finding himself again.

His goal never changed.

[Vox] looked toward the horizon, and his slightly clearer eyes were met with the scarlet color covering the entire mountain.

The flames of war had already burned the sky red, as if blood was flowing. Countless screams and flying limbs pierced through the smoke and scattered on the ground. The Blood Lord's horses were charging, the Blood Lord's warriors were roaring, and the shrike leaped high in the air, its wings covered with a layer of bloody, shiny scabs from the fire in the sky.

Blessed by Khorne, even the Necrons will splatter blood-smelling liquid the moment they are chopped down by Khorne warriors, but all this is nothing but self-deception, a self-indulgence in the Warp.

Fight, fight, Guilliman gave his orders completely, destroying the enemy at all costs, Corax was very happy, the Prince of Khorne was finally no longer bound -

The only thing the Primarch needs to do is to avoid accidentally hurting the "friendly Imperial forces" for the time being.

But [Vox] will not listen to anyone, because he has come here, to the line of destiny where Hades still survives.

The Blood Lord's army had already rushed over, but [Vox] remained motionless. He stood at the back of the battlefield like a piece of wood, but his eyes were like a wolf looking into the distance, scanning the front.

But he was not looking at the Shrike's army, but was staring at the end of the Empire's army.

[Vox] could feel his power weakening, or maybe he was going crazy, but he didn't care.

He didn't care at all whether Khorne would take back the blessing. What would happen if he did? What would happen if he didn't?
As if he had sensed what Vox was thinking, his blood boiled and Vox felt himself becoming manic. His eyes were bloodshot and the roar of war and killing was roaring in his ears.

In a trance, he seemed to see Mortarion again that day, witnessing with his own eyes the day they conspired to betray Hades. He was so angry, so unwilling, and too weak to allow Vorcus to do anything.

He was so angry that he almost lost all his reason.

He is not like [Garro], who is willing to blindly serve the [God-Emperor]. He is a Barbarus, and Barbarus is no longer his home. After the death of [Hades], the true spirit of Barbarus completely dissipated with the betrayal of his best friend.

So he rebelled alone and came to Khorne himself.

He did not kneel, nor did he want to kneel.

[Vorx] said nothing, but just kept fighting with Khorne's warriors until his head was chopped off, until he was resurrected by Khorne again.

He had promised Khorne that he would personally present the heads of Mortarion, Lady Psyche, and Typhons to the Blood Lord.

The blood light in the sky was hazy, and [Vorx] seemed to see [Mortarions] all over the mountains, each of them was so despicable and corrupt, the blood vessels in his brain were throbbing and almost exploding, the blood sickle in his hand was screaming at him to chop people, but [Vorx] remained motionless, his eyes were so bloodshot that they almost burst.

He recalled Hades's final advice to him.

"You are too stubborn sometimes... Vox, I know they all say that you seem to have no motivation and go with the flow, but I know that you are the most stubborn one. It's just that you don't show what you are obsessed with. You have to learn to let go. I am very worried that this will become your inner demon - people should not be too obsessed, which can easily lead to depravity."

"Oh, by the way, I've also prepared a diary for you. Start writing in your diary, Vox. I believe you must be very, very good at writing diaries. Maybe your diary can become a historical document - hey?! Hey! I'm not kidding. I know that although you are just messing around every day, you are very clear-headed. A person who can distinguish right from wrong, what he writes can definitely become a historical document."

Are you stubborn?
[Vox] stared at the blood-burning sky with his eyes wide open, blood oozing from his eyes and tightly pursed mouth. His head was buzzing and he felt his muscles twitching uncontrollably. In a few more breaths, his body would probably be out of his control.

This is the price, so painful, so painful... But compared to those [Imperials] who will never feel pain, [Vorx] has already obtained what he wanted to keep.

"H..."

[Vox]'s mouth was torn open, and his whole body trembled, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying existence. Blood spurted out directly from all his orifices. His body and soul were trying their best to stop him from doing so, but [Vox] knew that he would succeed.

If you don’t succeed, you will die. Dying on this road is also a kind of ending.

"HADES."

[Vox] said, and then the huge night sky shone down - he fell straight down.

boom!
....................................

"HEY?! HEY?! Vox?!!"

"Vox?!!!"

A rapid scratching sound was heard on the blood helmet, and [Vorx] felt as if he was crawling out of some huge darkness while dying. He felt extremely weak, but he was not really dead.

It's not that he is still pure, but because that huge existence is just a glance to him.

Calling out his real name is like being drenched in a highly corrosive acid rain all over your body. It is painful, but not immediately fatal. It will slowly corrode you, and the corrosion will never stop until you die completely.

But the good news is that the Blood Lord's control was also weakened, along with his weakened soul.

With a cry of surprise, Vox stood up shakily. After a brief blindness, he saw Lady Psyche and Typhons in front of him.

"..."

"Are you okay?! Vox! What happened?!"

[Vox] said nothing, he didn't want to fight with them now. In fact, if it weren't for the First Rebel and his group, he wouldn't have the chance to meet Hades now.

On his own, he was still just a slave wielding the Blood Scythe at the feet of Khorne.

This is the path chosen by the First Rebels. Vox disagrees and is angry about it, but now he knows that this opportunity was given by them, so he doesn't want to swing his scythe at them. Are they right? Or is Vox right? Only betrayal can see him.

No need.

[Vorx] said nothing, picked up the blood sickle, and limped towards the direction he was looking at before he fell unconscious. The war was over. The cold night made the corpses covered with a thick layer of frost, and the large army had disappeared.

There is no need, as he is heading in a different direction from the main force.

[Vox] said nothing, but just walked. The nimble Snake Lady kept jumping in front of him and waving at him, while Typhons followed him laboriously, muttering some words of persuasion.

"—Vox?! Listen to me! Okay—look at this!"

Seeing that [Vox] ignored them no matter what they said, Mrs. Psyche took a deep breath, and a piece of photo paper suddenly appeared in her hand. She stepped back and unfolded the photo so that [Vox] could see clearly what it was.

Let her see it clearly?! This is Hades as a fucking teenager!
Sure enough, Vox's pace, which was as fast as an iron bull, suddenly stopped. He stopped and looked at the photo carefully.

Hades... He had almost forgotten what he looked like. Hades in such good health? That was great.

very nice.

so good.

He hoped to see him in person, just to see him.

[Vox] started walking again, leaving Lady Psyche behind. Seeing that the photo couldn't stop this idiot, Lady Psyche broke down and started cursing.

[Vox] still didn't talk much, there was nothing to say, and his tongue was still burning with the curse from the underworld. He arrived at the area he had set his eyes on, where the corpses of the imperial army were lying all over the place.

[Vorx] knelt down and began to dig up the corpses. He easily threw away the light corpses of mortals and moved the heavy corpses of Space Marines aside. Finally, he dug up the corpse at the bottom - a technical sergeant of the Night Lords.

right here……

[Vox] muttered to himself, he leaned down and pulled up the half-broken body, and finally, among the various wrenches and machetes on the technical sergeant's waist, he found it.

A small, black mass that is constantly twisting and emitting darkness like a mosaic.

[Vox] suppressed the discomfort, took off his gloves, and touched the being with his hands. The flesh and blood made a hissing sound of corrosion, but was immediately covered by new flesh.

Judging from the feel... these are... three canine heads?

[Vox] is not sure, the black area greatly interferes with his perception.

Vox frowned as he thought, Lady Psyche, who was far behind him, was still cursing, while Typhons was comforting Lady Psyche. Vox grabbed the three-headed dog with his hand and put it against his mouth.
Then--

"Glory and loyalty to Hades."

boom!
[Vox] fell straight down again.

"what!!!!!"

Lady Psyche's scream almost broke the sky. They didn't understand why Vox suddenly fell down? !

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

Vox woke up again.

Judging from his physical sensation, the time he was unconscious was much shorter than before. [Vox] felt that his soul was screaming and rejecting the corrosion from the black domain. It seemed that the same degree of black domain erosion would cause the soul to develop a certain resistance.

But it only has a slight effect.

enough.

[Vox] opened his eyes and felt himself lying on his back on the ground, his face was stinging, and Typhon's tears were dripping on his face, drop by drop.

"Vox,"

Typhons said so sadly and affectionately,

"Let go of yourself, let go of the past... We just did the best we could at the time, we just wanted the world he talked about to appear..."

[Vox] stared at Typhus without blinking. In the distance, Lady Psyche was lying unconscious on the ground. It seemed that the favorite of Slaanesh immediately followed [Vox]'s example.

"You are already dead, Karas, Herrera, you are completely dead."

[Vox] spoke word by word, his mouth full of blood.

"I am dead too, but the only difference between me and you is that I have not sold my entire soul. The obsession that belongs to Vox is still alive."

Typhons' eyes were filled with tears, he looked so sad, would the former "Karas" be like this?
[Vox] thought, no, maybe [Karas] would be so sad in his heart, but that bastard would never shed a tear. The [Karas] he knew would never cry. Even when facing [Hades]'s corpse, in front of everyone, [Karas] was so cold that he would not shed a tear. He would only curse everything with the most vicious and dirty words in the world.

But Callas has been permanently changed, and perhaps he is aware of this, which makes his tears even more painful and struggling.

Is this change? Growth? Betrayal? Or passing away?

[Vox] I don’t know and I don’t think about it.

no point.

He struggled to stand up again, hung the dark entity around his neck, and stuffed it into his breastplate.

"You are going to die... You will not die in his Black Realm, Vorx, you will only die in the Necrons' realm."

"My goals are different from yours."

Vox said softly,
"I just want to die, Typhons. As long as my soul is not used by Chaos, I will be happy to die."

In fact, [Vox] could have died now, which was why [Vox] spoke out his old friend's real name without any reluctance.

But [Vox] did want to take one last look, and he also hoped to make up for the mistakes he made.

So he decided to go find Pluto.

[Vox] wiped his face. Typhons' tears were smelly and sticky, and could not be wiped clean, but they made [Vox]'s soul, which was eroded by the black domain, feel better.

"Don't stop me."

[Vox] said, beginning his journey.

Okay, no more
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