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

Chapter 867 [309.] It's a bit like hell
Then Hades woke up.

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The first step was to open his eyes, and then breathe subconsciously. Although breathing was of no use to him now, it was a symbol, a manifestation of the subjective control of the body. With this suffocating-like breath, the powerful heart began to beat, pumping out blood and energy.

Hades suddenly sat up straight, startling Malcador, who was sitting on his left calf smoking.
But the old man just shuddered, and then coughed a mouthful of phlegm to the side, "Hehe--tui!", but his body pressed on Hades' left leg did not move. After glancing at Pluto cautiously and nervously, the old man withdrew his gaze, still lowering his head and smoking.

"woke up."

Machado said hoarsely, this was an affirmative sentence, and a choking roll of the eyes rose in front of his face. Machado was just smoking.

Hades seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He blinked and seemed to be regaining his senses of this world - but everything began to change. As the water level rose to a critical value and then broke, he unconsciously grasped a key to a higher level.

Pluto tried to blink again and again, but he could not see the room he was in. He only saw the faint golden flame burning beside him and small, light golden words floating above the flame.

A familiar smell lingered at his nose, telling Hades it was Malcador.

It took him a moment to identify the old man. He first saw a slightly brighter golden flame, and then the fire became brighter and brighter until it looked like a star.

Then, as if something had happened, the golden firework suddenly exploded, and four strange colors lingered above it, rendering the originally golden soul into a fanatical turbid gold. Then, blue shackles like chains pierced through the fire... The flames leaped and burned more and more fiercely, and the words surrounding it became more and more numerous. In the end, it grew smaller and larger in the sight of Hades. At a certain moment, Hades even determined that it had reached a certain critical value. As long as it broke through, the world would have one more manager.

But just as the fire was about to soar, it suddenly shrank back down, as if it had been cut by a sharp sword and was almost extinguished, leaving only scattered golden sparks buried under the burnt firewood. Then, as if carefully blown up by someone, the tiny flame began to burn again and burned more and more fiercely on the firewood that had not been completely burned out.

Then, Pluto saw the fire burst into flames with a rough "crackling" sound, and then suddenly shrank again, as small as a mortal soul, but its color and luster were still as pure as gold.

Pluto stared at the fire carefully. The golden flames cast only a lonely trace on his completely black pupils, and the slightest light was swallowed up by the darkness in an instant.

He swallowed subconsciously.

But then Pluto braked urgently again. He opened and closed his mouth awkwardly, and no one knew what he was thinking or saying.

Perhaps he was silent for too long, so long that Malcador, who was smoking in silence, frowned and turned to stare at Hades in a reproachful manner. The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise and saw that the black pupils in Hades' eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and there were even signs that they were about to occupy the entire white of the eye.

A dark liquid oozed from Hades' eyes, ears, and mouth, like a full container slowly overflowing, and the liquid filled the old man with fear and terror - a feeling of disgust even greater than any other time Hades had given Malcador.

"Hades?"

Malcador opened his mouth and shouted something, then knocked on Hades' armor with the pipe in his hand, and the muffled sound of thumping was clear.

+Alas,+
Hades responded somewhat dully, and now Malcador knew that something else was wrong - Hades' eyes were staring straight at him, but it didn't seem like he was looking at Malcador.

+Alas,+
Pluto uttered another sound.
+Laoma, I'm here. +
This remark made Malcador a little irritated, but at least it was a good sign, and the old man slowly and cautiously stood up, trying his best to retract his psychic aura and not to irritate Hades.

"How are you feeling now, Hades?"

how do you feel?
These words fell into the calm sea of ​​darkness, without causing any ripples.

What? What else could he do? He felt a bone-chilling hunger, like the howling mountain winds hitting his skinny spine, then passing through his stomach, empty, trying in vain to grab something to chew.

Hunger was like a spark that landed in his abdomen, which then started a raging fire, burning upwards from his growling stomach along his esophagus, and then invaded his mouth and nose, leaving him with only the smell of blood coming from the wind - flesh and blood often go together, and blood is the sound of raw meat selling itself. But the fire did not give up, it continued to burn greedily upwards, as if it was determined to burn up the entirety of this individual named "Hades". Hades felt that his brain had been completely immersed in the fire, and his eyes were scarlet.

+Hungry.+
These were the words that Pluto spoke subconsciously. Then, he looked at Malcador in a trance. Malcador took a step back - before the old man could react.

But the good news is that Hades didn't pay attention to Malcador's little tricks. He just stared at Malcador, sitting on the ground, without going any further.

Malcador suddenly couldn't tell whether Hades was in trouble or not. He wanted to ask Trazyn, who was more familiar with the Star God, but the old man had already died after leaving behind an impassioned last words.

Pluto was truly hungry - instinct and desire would always be responsible for this part, but a certain voice in his head was growing louder and louder, echoing in the empty, hungry valley, getting louder and louder.

He needs strength, he needs to rely on devouring to gain the power to fight.

he needs……

Take a step onto a new level.

Even though thousands of calls in his mind were persuading Hades to eat something, he still insisted on giving up the golden flame that was closest to him. The fire burned quietly in front of him, but Hades was unwilling to eat it no matter what.

He lowered his head and saw that the clear thin thread was still tied to his hand. Pluto moved his hand, and in a trance, he was surprised to find that there were millions of thin threads flying all over the sky around him.

Clear, fuzzy, thick, thin, different colored, different glossy lines came from different directions, floating above the dark ocean where Pluto was floating at the moment, rising and falling with him.

Hades looked along the thin line that was firmly tied in his hand. He blinked and saw the scene of the two moons falling at the end of the Underworld.

He saw a huge silver moon that seemed to fill his entire vision slowly falling on the sea, with its sharp edge as it fell towards the island made of candies and biscuits, while the full moon was still hanging precariously in the sky - when he was distracted, the huge full moon seemed to open its dull giant eyes and stare straight at Pluto.

It was like Pluto was staring right at it.

Pluto stood up subconsciously.

After seeing the scene of the two moons falling, Pluto seemed to have lost everything in his eyes. Only the half-moon and the half-moon remained in the sky, as if there was nothing left in the world and only him and the moon were left.

Beautiful, delicious moon.

The soft silk composed of countless thin threads of fate that had just brushed his cheek disappeared, the golden flame also disappeared, and even the tempting candy island disappeared.

Only the moon remained.

That bright moon.

In the end, Pluto could not even see the smaller crescent moon, only the full moon hanging with difficulty in the sky. The giant eye was looking at him persistently, and he also looked at the giant eye affectionately.

This was fate. Among the countless butterflies dancing in the silk of fate, a certain piece of light silk was lifted to reveal the sneer of the Star Master. Fate was so strange—just as no matter how hard it tried, it could not change Trazyn's behavior of rushing to his death like a pig, and the Star Master could not even change his last words. Trazyn seemed to have determined to publish his stupid and explosive remarks.

And now, when the two star gods meet, naturally they only have each other in their eyes.

Just like a person walking on an empty beach, he can naturally bend down to look at the small crabs and seaweeds on the fine sand, but if another person is walking towards him from the other end of the beach, then they will only see each other.

Just as the Primarchs are not the same as mortals, the same is true for the Star Gods - the ancient self-exiles have never seen the new challengers, and the new laboratory monsters have never witnessed such a complete race before.

Not to mention, one of them now holds a sword in his hand and the other holds a knife in his hand.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and this galaxy will only recognize one manager.

It was a match made in heaven—galactic-certified beings about to hack each other to death.

Orrickan chuckled dryly twice. The galaxy, the Star Gods, the Necrontyr, Tarasim, and even itself, have all fallen to such a state. Now there are not even two intact Star Gods in this galaxy. There are only a half-crippled madman and a laboratory monster left. Now the rest of the creatures will "joyfully" watch as these two pieces of garbage choose one to manage the galaxy.

Hades himself doesn't want to become a god?
It’s okay, Orikan will help him level up.

Only by reaching a higher level can Hades obtain the sickle that can truly defeat the outsiders.

Only when Pluto wins will the gears of fate move to the next level, and the Necronists will have a glimmer of hope - I have to state in advance that the Star Masters do not care about the life or death of the Necronists, but in the correct line of fate, the Necronists are not completely wiped out.

The star controller looked on coldly, as billions of threads of fate came together to send Pluto on his way.

This was also the final agreement it made with the Emperor. The matter of fate was left to the Star Controller. Trazyn was too kind to light another fire in front of a burning house.

But Orricken could do it - of course, only after Trazyn's death. Otherwise, with the Endless watching, Orricken obviously had no chance to do so.

Orikan raised his hand, and the music of time, space and destiny flowed from his fingertips. It was now adding "rationality" and "compliance" to Pluto - so that the galaxy would be more accepting of him.

+Look ahead, this is your path, Pluto.+
The hazy voice of the Star Master descended upon Pluto's ears, pointing out the way for him, brushing away his hesitation and indecision, and trying to focus his attention on the Outer One in the distance.

The Star Master felt that this step was not necessary. It and the Emperor had obviously underestimated the inevitability of the fate of the two powerful "fragments" of the Star God when they met.

The two "fragments" of the Star God looked at each other, their eyes seemed as if they were going to tear each other's bones and marrow apart and swallow them up in the next moment.

Obviously, the Milky Way was much crazier than the Star Commander had imagined. Orikan felt that he was redundant. He stood quietly in place, watching Pluto stand up straight, without turning his head or blinking, staring straight at the outsider.

"...Hades?"

Malcador said helplessly, and took another step back inconspicuously. The old man could roughly understand what had happened - but he was a little worried. Hades could not and should not be completely out of control, which would be detrimental to the subsequent battle.

It should have been enough by now, as Malcador had completed all he needed to do, but the old man paused, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes, which had already been defeated by fatigue and helplessness.

"Hades?"

He called out softly again, but Hades was staring straight at the battlefield in the distance, ignoring Makado.

The old man frowned.
"There's Mortarion and Guilliman there too - at least keep an eye on them."

He emphasized the syllables of the two primarchs, but it was no use, the old man only saw more and more darkness in Pluto's eyes, and black water surged up, drowning everything.

Malcador pursed his lips.

"Hardy——"

A hand wrapped in glittering threads appeared beside the old man and made a gesture to keep quiet. Malcador frowned and said nothing.

Hades didn't even glance at this side. The King of Hell took a step forward in a trance, and the next moment, there was no one here.

A few moments later, Malcador saw the dark flower that transcended time and space blooming on the battlefield far away.

According to the speed of light, he shouldn't have seen it so quickly, but the fact is that the old man saw the sudden blooming black flower because its existence has penetrated the more basic laws.

……

Malcador did not say a word to the low-dimensional projection of the Star Master who was standing silently beside him. He just frowned and lowered his head, rubbing his frown deeply with his hands.

Orikan said nothing and remained silent.

"The Lord of Mankind asked you to do this."

After a brief silence, Malcador spoke, and sighed deeply again.

What could he say? Say that Mortarion and Guilliman were still there, or at least not let Hades kill Mortarion in the end - that would have been a ridiculous ending.

But there was no need to say that, because it was precisely because of the greed of humans - they wanted to survive that they resorted to this desperate measure - Malcador was even too powerless to say anything else, because the Necrons had been wiped out ten minutes ago.

and many more……

An absurd thought popped into Malcador's tired brain, causing his face to wrinkle and twitch for a second like a daisy.

This time Hades has gone into a rampage. If - if Pluto wins in the end, then what should the human empire use to wake him up next?

Malcador remembered that it was in this star field that Hades swallowed half of his soul.

The old man narrowed his eyes, the answer seemed to be on the surface of the riddle - oh, there are Mortarion and Guilliman.

(End of this chapter)