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

Chapter 857 [299.] Eat, eat, eat
Hades opened the book and saw that there were so many lines and spellings inside that he couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried. He read it forwards and backwards, and finally Hades could make out the words between the twisted and reptile-like spells - the whole book was filled with the word "eat people"!
It’s always “eat”! Just one word: “eat”! It’s always been like this, and it’s always been like this.

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"I still can't wake up..."

The old man took a deep breath, his eyes were deep, and he slowly stood up from beside Hades, his outstretched hand hovering in the air, still shining with psychic light, but it had become much dimmer because of being devoured by the underworld.

[Does he really have the ability to deal with those outside?]
Mortarion, who was leaning against a pillar, spoke in a muffled voice. The Primarch lowered his head, with his hair hanging down wisps. The Chief Rebel just pressed the ghost mask on his face, and wisps of black smoke floated out from the gap between the mask and his cheeks, making his voice muffled.

"He has."

Malcador's face was gloomy.
"He has to have it even if he doesn't have it. He's the only one left in the galaxy. Do we have to rely on the Silent King?"

【Szalak is dead.】

The God of Death Mortarion spoke from the side with his arms folded. He stared at Malcador with a frown, wisps of white mist swirling around him, and his huge scythe leaning against the pillar behind him.

Malcador made a loud breathing sound, then turned his head to continue trying to check on Hades, ignoring Mortarion.

"The army is retreating, but most of them cannot. The Outers are too fast. If they reach the sky, the subspace near them will fall into chaos and they will not be able to continue sailing."

"Haha... Now that Pluto has been displaced, the surrounding star regions and the worlds on the outer predicted routes cannot be warned."

"F**k!!!"

The Demonic Patterner seemed to curse softly.

He seemed to realize that it was a mistake to involve the Outsiders in this battlefield, but if there were no Outsiders, the two Spears of Destiny of the Necrons would both hit Hades, and the Pluto would be directly shattered -

Without the sole observer, no one will be able to predict the final outcome of the two destiny lines.

But the person who came up with this bad idea was not here. Neos was playing all in on another battlefield, still using the familiar formula. Malcador started cursing. The way the Lord of Mankind solved problems was always to leave no way for the future.

Malcador blinked irritably, trying his best not to curse the bastard in his mind, then squatted down again and tried to wake Hades by feeding him psychic energy.

The first rebel [Mortarion] just stared at Malcador's actions coldly without saying a word.

The scene suddenly fell into silence, with only the heavy breathing of two thin bodies.

I want to go to the battlefield.

The Grim Reaper suddenly spoke, and casually grabbed the giant scythe behind him. The scythe with the blade facing downward scraped against the deck, sending out sparks.

【I'm going to delay time.】

Mortarion said, and was about to leave here. Malcador was still squatting with an irritated expression. The God of Death Mortarion had tried to wake up Hades, but failed.

The spiritual energy thrown in was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing only slight ripples.

Hades was just unconscious - for these "psychic" creatures, it was already very difficult to see Hades' surface state, let alone detect the internal state of Hades' body.

They also tried to enter the inner world of Hades, but were rejected - the world originally built relying on Hades' deep consciousness was now in chaos, as if all things were broken into pieces and then put back together.

The Chief Rebel, who was leaning against a pillar, blinked and stretched his head to look at Mortarion who was walking away.

"You go and help, too."

Malcador said hoarsely,
"Go ahead, everyone. We have to wait until he wakes up."

The first rebel shrugged. His soul agreement was now with Malcador. Although he could resist, he didn't seem to have any intention of resisting now. He just prepared to leave with a pale face.

The Primarch took a few steps, but stopped again, slowly turned his head and looked back, his eyes fell on the face of the sleeping Pluto, and after another sticky silence, he looked away again.

[I am much healthier than him, that’s great.]
The First Rebel uttered something without thinking, then turned around and strode into the white mist of Mortarion, the god of death, which had not yet dissipated.

The fog was like rain and no one could be seen.

"..."

Malcador tried again to press his psychic energy into the Underworld, but there was still no response. The old man lowered his head, and the shadow shone on half of his face. He cursed in a low voice, cursing the Emperor and Hades.

At last……

"Tarasim!"

Malcador shouted suddenly. He raised his head and looked at the air beside him, as if waiting for something. It seemed like a long time had passed before the unreliable voice of the Endless Emperor came intermittently.

There seemed to be a lot of chaos over there, so Trazyn had to shout at Malcador to talk to him.

"run!"

The Infinite One roared, and Malcador heard a sound like popcorn popping from his side, which was the sound of space being distorted.

"You don't plan to ask Hades to come back to help you?!" Malcador shouted impatiently, but Trazyn's tone brightened.
"What, Hades is awake?!"

"That's why I came to you!!!"

Malcador shouted back,

"Didn't you say he would wake up after he digested Tyrannosaurus?!"

"?!"

Trazyn seemed to be in a state of shock for a moment, but it could not immediately answer Malcador. Malcador heard a scream of pain and the sound of a whole piece of metal being crushed. The already chaotic communication immediately fell silent.
"Zizzizi..."

"Aha!"

Trazyn's voice came from it again, but it sounded like the Infinite Emperor had changed his body now.

"Where were we talking about—Oh yeah! You said Hades hasn't woken up yet, right?"

"According to my prediction, he should have woken up by now. If he hasn't woken up yet, it could be that his subjective consciousness hasn't yet awakened - or maybe there are other reasons, Old Ma! I can't give you a definite answer to this situation now. This is the first time for everyone to encounter such a thing - I feel that the Outer One is also different from what I remember at the beginning. I wonder if this is due to some kind of influence caused by the encounter with the Star God?!"

Malcador's face was gloomy. A Necron called him "Old Ma"? But now was not the time to question the Necron.

"So do you have any good suggestions?"

He asked patiently. The communication with Trazyn started to deteriorate again - it seemed that the Outsiders were approaching the space of Trazyn's new clone.

"Run!"

Trazyn cried out almost without hesitation,

"Run! Take that bastard Hades with you! Old Ma, even though it's not fair to say this, you should just watch the human empire retreat. Your tiny army is useless against the Outsiders. You might as well try to live a little longer - this vengeance belongs to us Necrontyr and the Star Gods! It has nothing to do with other races in this galaxy!"

Malcador took another deep breath.

"Now I know why Hades chose you as his ally. I laughed at his stupidity back then. Now I take back my sarcasm, but - well - the Primarch is already heading your way. Most of the army retreats, and the capable Primarchs go to help. What do you think?"

"..."

Trazyn was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
"You can...you can come,"

It said, "I can provide them with some short-term psychic power enhancement devices - but don't let them steal the glory of killing the Outer Ones from us, the Deathly Haunted!"

Malcador sneered as another scream of agony was heard from the other end of the line, followed by a hissing sound of something being burnt and turned into gas, and the communication was cut off again.

The communication was not restored this time. Malcador took a deep breath and looked tiredly at Hades who was still sleeping like a dead pig. He suppressed the urge to kick the wounded man.

Malcador rubbed his temple, waiting for Hades to wake up naturally.

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eat!eat!eat!
Has it always been this way?

Hades' eyes were full of stars and he felt hungry again. The opened booklet seemed to have magic power, making him suddenly feel starving and at the same time feel a bone-gnawing hunger.

This reminded him of the beginning of his arrival in this world, when the poor crops on Barbarus would leave him hungry for five meals in three days.

He closed the book again in disbelief, and the original words on the cover disappeared, leaving only chaos.

The stronger he is, the closer he is to the essence of this world.

That is-

Climb the stairs! Become a god!
And there is only one way to get there, to the top, Hades thought dizzily, and that is to eat, devour the flesh and blood of the enemy, devour the looted fruits, until he grows into a behemoth - only then can he escape the fate of being eaten.

Only by not being eaten can you survive and pick up the sickle to protect what you want to protect.

There are true gods in this galaxy, and only gods can protect an area.

Hades put the book down and slowly stood up. His sharp black pupils reflected a kind of thorough madness and bone-eating hunger.

Just like the outsider who was roaring at him now.

Now they were all starving.

There will only be one winner, Hades thought in his mind. The one who eats the "human" will survive, and the one who is eaten will die.

This is a kind of natural law, just like a seed planted in the soil will sprout. Now, the seed has been planted in the soil, so it must sprout and break through the soil.

(End of this chapter)