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

Sigh. The Warhounds are disciplined and eager for their Primarchs.

Although Hades couldn't immediately send divine soldiers to descend upon Seraphim.

But at the very least, he had to remind his brothers in the war dogs a few things.

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Chapter 99 The Wild Game Was Actually Myself

It was a peaceful day, but they decided to go hunting.

To bid farewell to his departing warhound brothers, Manning called out to hunt some game. Just like last time, not many people responded to the call for wolves. A few white-scarred men did agree, but Hades thought they probably just wanted to race, not hunt.

Hades didn't want to go, but Jin didn't mention finding him food again this time. Considering that he had a good relationship with the war dog Perez and that Perez was one of the first two technical sergeants to welcome him, Hades decided to go and deliver some food and chat for a bit.

Of course, there are other reasons as well.

Hades glanced at Jin, who was fetching a motocross bike for him from the warehouse. In the distance, White Scar's motorcycle had already begun to roar. He scratched his head.

"Is it almost done, Jin?"

"Sir, you can't expect the initial shipment process to be too fast!"

As Jin finally finished filling in that string of information authentication and Mechanicus invocation instructions—

A motorcycle, perfectly suited to the size of a Space Marine, slowly emerged from the warehouse. Hades had casually pulled it out of the warehouse; it was nothing special, just a vehicle with twin explosive charges in front of the handguards.

Hades casually straddled it, the servo arms on the back of his power armor swaying.

Let him think about it. He took the obituary, a melee dagger, a bomb gun, a thermobaric gun, and a blasting gun hidden on his back.

Then, he took it from inside his glove.

The scheduled message had been encoded, and just in case, Hades informed several of his combat comrades in advance. Although they were skeptical, they still chose to trust Hades.

"Hey! Let's go, Hades!"

Wild Wolf Manning was sitting on his motorcycle, which had been modified beyond recognition. Some explosives and thermobaric weapons were placed on it, and it was clear that Wild Wolf had turned down their power because he just wanted to hunt some game rather than blow the enemy into mincemeat.

In the distance, the white-scarred soldiers were chatting. They were riding modified reconnaissance motorcycles, without external weapons to reduce their weight. The engines had been modified, and red lightning bolts flashed across the white bodies of the motorcycles.

Hades thought, "It's confirmed. They were just going for a race."

"go!"

Manning jumped for joy and darted out, instantly reaching the front of the group.

Upon hearing the signal, the White Scars were not to be outdone, and they floored the gas pedal and started speeding.

Wait, is that speed really okay?

Hades knew that White Scar had its own acceleration technology, but this was just too fast!

By the time Hades had a smooth start, the White Scars had already overtaken the Wolves, and the billowing sand quickly became just a few tiny dots on the horizon.

Hades even felt he could faintly hear the cheers of the White Scars' motorcycle spirits.

He wasn't in a hurry. Hades followed the wolf closely while keeping an eye on the map that Manning sent him via the communication channel.

The Tech Sergeant Base is located on the edge of the city, close to the wilderness, but to get there quickly, you need to cross a large area of ​​wasteland.

Here, countless factories discharge waste, wastewater overflows, and the sages also occasionally throw here some of their decommissioned mechanical servants.

But who knows if those servants can still act on their own? During his years of training at the technology base, Hades learned that most of the mechanical creatures he saw on the small boat were abandoned servants.

Some of the abandoned machines did not completely break down; some even developed self-awareness. The survivors, like stray dogs, scavenged for food in the wasteland or stole electricity from factories on the outskirts of the city to survive.

These machine servants usually keep their distance when they see people.

The drive through the waste area was initially quite smooth. Although people littered here, the roads used by large vehicles to transport garbage were clearly marked, and they were now proceeding along those roads.

Towering piles of garbage lined both sides of the road, and every now and then, something would flash by.

In the distance, those tall garbage trucks are at work.

Hades rode along, constantly marking things on the map.

When they reached a more remote area, Hades' motorcycle broke down.

A wisp of black smoke billowed from the engine, and Hades, who was already prepared, jumped out of the car without hesitation.

"boom!"

The next moment, the engine exploded, sending debris flying everywhere!

The heavy motorcycle slid sideways and crashed into a mountain of garbage beside the road. The force of the impact caused steel bars and other debris to fall from the mountain.

"boom!"

Dust flew everywhere.

Hades held a sickle in one hand, and in the image on his helmet, the motorcycle was completely wrecked.

Hmm. Given the scale of the explosion, it seems the other party at least wanted to spare his life.

Upon hearing the commotion, the wolves ahead quickly turned back and peered at Hades through the steel beams that spanned the entire road.

"Are you alright, bro?"

"fine."

Hades shook his head, indicating that he was alright.

"Why don't you go first? I'll walk back and get another one later."

"Okay, feel free!"

"I'm off then, bro!"

Manning the wolf waved his arms and legs at Hades for a while. Hades, of course, knew what he meant. He smiled and told the wolf to hurry up and chase after White Scar, who had already disappeared from sight.

As the roar of the engines began, the wolves gradually ran into the wilderness. Hades placed the obituary on his backpack, picked up his explosive gun, and began to slowly stroll back.

When he had traveled less than a fifth of the distance, the strange occurrence began.

The first thing to come was not a barrage of artillery fire, but an invisible attack using code.

Hades' power armor instantly jammed, and his power backpack was also locked. A flood of junk codes rushed into his mind.

At the same time, a battered and tattered mech, its body abnormally modified, emerged from the garbage mountain, carrying a massive gun.

He opened fire—

Hades's body jolted violently, his entire being suddenly felt heavy, the wasteland beneath his feet sank, and his power armor creaked and groaned.

Oh no, it's a gravity gun!

As the mech servants on that garbage mountain appeared, densely packed figures appeared on the mountains beside the road, centered on Hades.

Most of them are dilapidated, with cables tangled haphazardly and metal blocks seemingly pieced together randomly.

But upon closer inspection, the weapons in the hands of each servant were intact!

Gravity gun, explosive gun, and a crude scepter engraved with inscriptions.

Seeing Hades frozen in place, the machine gunners immediately resumed firing. At the same time, a huge grenade hurtled straight towards Hades, whose pupils constricted—

Wow, that's a stasis grenade! The enemy is going all out to capture him alive!

Stasis grenades, as their name suggests, can create a static force field in a certain space!

At this moment, it had only been two seconds since Hades was attacked by the broken code, but the attack code was cracked the instant it entered Hades' left brain. At the same time, Hades immediately deactivated the controls on his power armor and power backpack.

The heavy power armor moved like lightning, instantly bypassing the stasis grenade's attack range. Behind Hades, the debris kicked up by his rapid movement floated in the air, demonstrating the power of the stasis field.

Even after being struck by countless gravity-based bullets, Hades moved with incredible speed due to the immense pull of gravity. He charged directly at the swarm of mech servants, simultaneously opening fire on those wielding scepters.

Nothing else, intuition!

"Bang! Bang!" "Bang! Bang!"

Every two shots rang out, resulting in the headshot of a machine gunner and the destruction of a scepter.

The massive figure charged into the swarm of servants like a cannonball crashing into a wave. The servants at the very front were instantly smashed to pieces, and crimson blood spread like a spiderweb across Hades's pale power armor.

Hades raised his scythe to harvest, and heads flew everywhere, metal mixed with blood and flesh bursting open.

Hades continued to accelerate through the crowd; he couldn't stop, as slowing down meant being hit, and the enemy's gravity gun was something that power armor couldn't protect against!

The power backpack behind him also flew with every movement of Hades. The servo arm grabbed a servant that was close behind him and then threw it out, knocking down a group of servants.

The plasma cutter was also dancing wildly, plunging directly into the servant's body, and then tearing upwards!

Flesh and blood splattered!

These painless servants seemed to appear suddenly from all directions, wielding swords and spears, and endlessly pounced on Hades.

On the dense, endless, gray mountains of garbage, worm-like crowds surged forward one after another.

However, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—a futile endeavor!

The dead wielded scythes and whirled about, leaving behind trails of crimson flowers that adorned the filthy plains, blood blooming, and death reveling in silence!

The sickle slid smoothly through flesh and bone; it was destined to be a massacre.

The opponent's first move was crucial, but they underestimated Hades' reaction speed and the quality of his left-brain firewall!

However, even with the disadvantage looming, the other side did not give up. Some of the servants began to deploy in an orderly manner, and servants wielding gravity guns began to rush towards Hades. Each servant fired at a different area, so that at least one shot would hit!

Meanwhile, the machine gunners wielding explosive guns surged towards the outer edge.

Hades immediately understood their thoughts. His sprinting figure suddenly paused for a moment, then leaped away—

—Soaring—

The central servant held that scepter, and lightning crackled around it.

"So that's how it is," the ghost thought to himself with a sneer. "The other side is still fantasizing about winning by facing the enemy head-on?"

That was a cheap imitation of the Electric Staff, with simplified inscriptions engraved on the staff, and arcs of electricity flying everywhere.

It must be said that the idea is good, but if a Space Marine has electronic devices installed on vital parts of their body, this situation could be quite troublesome.

These power-drawing staves can absorb electricity from the surrounding environment, causing enemy electronic devices to malfunction.

But now, Hades has already cleared out most of the staff-wielding servants, so this last one is just a piece of cake.

Without raising his scythe, Hades glided down from the sky—

"BANG!"

He stomped on the machine servant and crushed it!

Blood burst forth like a torrential rain, metal parts flew up, and it even pierced the head of the mech servant closest to the encirclement!

Unlike the cool, leisurely steps seen in anime as he emerges from the blood rain, he flashes out like a ghostly afterimage, raising his phantom-like scythe once more without hesitation—

He never hesitated to show mercy in the face of death!

Barbaros's Dance of Death unfolds, and the audience becomes the sacrifice.

In the distance, the massive garbage trucks continued to operate smoothly, humming as they unloaded countless loads of filth, with some trembling servants among them, silently swallowed up.

Further away, the sun shines brightly.

Hades, covered in blood, lifted up the last servant, thick blood dripping down his pale power armor.

Beneath their feet, the wasteland, a sticky mess of blood, flesh, and severed limbs, resembled a foul-smelling swamp, constantly radiating heat.

A red light flashed through the visor on Hades' helmet.

[Signal source has been captured]

The mech servant he was holding was still struggling, futilely tearing at Hades' smooth power armor with its modified hand, and amidst the hissing electronic sounds, some chaotic chants came out intermittently.

Hades remained unmoved and simply exerted force with his hand—

"boom!"

Blood splattered all over his helmet.

Hades remained expressionless; death was the last and only thing he could do.

He wiped the blood away and then ran towards the nearest signal source with his sickle.

This is a giant garbage truck that has been disguised.