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Mortarion received Hades' letter when he killed the fifth Necromancer.
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Mortarian slew his scythe, deftly flicking off the emerald green coolant clinging to the blade. He then kicked the Necromancer Emperor in the head, before tossing down a vial of potion to ensure the Necromancer's body wouldn't be reclaimed.
But he still has to fight this Emperor at least twice more later. The data of the Necromancer Emperor has been transmitted back to the Netherworld Construct. With the repair of the Netherworld Scarab, the Emperor will stand up again in less than an hour.
Theoretically, these metallic entities can continue to resurrect until the Netherworld constructs are completely destroyed and the Calamity Scythe and Death Scythe in the sky above the planet are cleared out.
It doesn't matter; Mortarion's troops can keep respawning.
However, Hades and the Endless Ones joined forces to provide the human empire with a batch of signal jammers, which could ensure that data loss would occur with each signal transmission. In other words, a fully-fledged Emperor could be completely eliminated by killing him only a few times.
Next, a lower-level overlord will take over the command of the Emperor, but because they are of a lower level in the Underworld Works system, their computing power and command ability will be simulated by the system to be lower than that of the Emperor, which means that they will never exert the Emperor's strength.
It has a kind of ancient warfare aesthetic. They could have directly handed over command to the intelligent computing center, but they still insisted on doing it themselves, using their own programs with personality and ability flaws to calculate a less-than-perfect command method.
After all, the space necromancer is obsessed with the idea of "living".
Therefore, killing the Emperor would gradually cause problems in the enemy's war strategy, which would be more conducive to the Empire's victory.
Death did not move. The white mist in front of him instantly gathered, blocking a living lightning arc from the Tesla Cannon. Mortarion flapped his wings and finished reading the message from Hades.
The gist of it is that Hades is about to face the Zerg swarm head-on, and the swarm is quite large. They are asking if Hades has the time and energy to study the topic of seizing command of the Terran Zerg swarm.
In this respect, Mortarion really wanted to help Hades.
After all, it's not like approving an official document.
But the intensity of the war did not allow him to do so. The Primarch coldly exhaled poison gas. Upon closer inspection, one would find that Mortarion's wings were no longer as intact as before, with countless dents appearing on them—these were the wounds left by the attack.
Mortalian needs time, effort, and a large number of Teren samples before he can conduct experiments.
Now, having failed to find Hades, the Silent King has unleashed all his fury on the Empire's side. Mortarion has already rejected Angron's death once and Conrad's death once, while on the flank, Vulcan has reportedly died and come back to life three or four times.
This is not good, after all, they still need to devote at least some of their energy to guarding against the so-called allies—[Guilliman] does not accept the plan to fight separately, he insists that the same Primarchs should fight together.
Is this how your master instructed you to watch the play?
Mortarian looked up, anticipating the impending Doomsday Cannon attack. The Primarch gritted his teeth, suddenly rising into the sky. A thick fog, so dense that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, rolled down as if it were free, instantly covering the army beneath his feet.
In the distance, the convergence of ultra-high-energy plasma beams almost made the entire continent tremble.
[......]
Mortarian swung his scythe with a grim expression, and eerie liquid flames rose up, enveloping their army as much as possible. He wasn't just watching; he had just been writing a report for Guilliman.
Yes, the first rebel, Mortarian, wrote a report to Robert Guilliman, the master of the cattle and horses.
This would provide a plausible explanation for why the three archdemons theoretically under his command are running amok in the Imperial's war zones, and ensure they do not cause trouble.
If Mortarion doesn't provide a reasonable explanation, Guilliman will directly inform the cold-blooded king to bring back the three Archdemons.
In this respect... the two Killiemen are practically black-hearted.
The chief rebel thought with a hint of resentment, but ignoring that, he walked expressionlessly to Mortarian's side.
[You just received a letter?]
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"What the hell?"
Typhons muttered to himself as he crouched behind the bunker, idly corroding the bodies of the space undead at his feet with his slime. Outside the bunker, red and purple lights flashed as two madmen laughed and shouted, blasting the space undead away.
The human empire's army had already abandoned this war zone, but [Vox] insisted on passing through—after all, time was of the essence.
Given the intensity of the confrontation, Typhons chose to stay in the back, fighting against lower-level Nurgle demons by summoning his Nurgle spirits, and occasionally throwing a potion to buff the battlefield.
In the past, he would only be criticized by two war freaks for being stuck in a bad position.
"Let's not show Mrs. Psyche the part about [Motalian] yin and yang later..."
Typhons continued reading the message.
"……insect?"
He blinked, somewhat puzzled, when a small Nurgle sprite hopped mockingly onto his lap. Typhons patted the little avatar of his benevolent father and continued reading.
"Deciphering the physical communication patterns of the Tyranids without using any psionic powers?"
Typhon paused for a moment, then fell silent, scribbling on the ground with his hand, but it looked like he was drawing circles.
You can try.
Typhons hesitated. He held the little Nurgle in one arm to prevent it from falling, and then peeked out from the side of the bunker to look at Vox and Mrs. Psyche.
However, if no psionic energy is mixed in, Typhons would have to rely on some "protective measures," namely the Dark Domain, as only the Dark Domain can absolutely eliminate the warp.
So far, only Typhon has refused to chant about Hades and has been clutching the stones that exude an ominous aura. Typhon has no masochistic tendencies, nor does he believe that this proves anything—the mistake has already been made, and self-harm in the face of Hades is nothing more than self-deception.
However, it seems that Vox simply wants to die, while Mrs. Psyche... it's hard to say. Who knows what Slaanesh's favorite might be thinking? Perhaps the first time was with feelings of longing, but the later times were purely addiction.
It's possible that the first time was to try something exciting, while the subsequent times were driven by the dark side to a change of heart and a desire for self-redemption.
Typhons didn't ask, nor did he intend to. There was no need to pry. His answer to Vox's question about why he was loyal to Hades would simply be that he was loyal to Hades.
In truth, life in Nurgle had eroded him so much that Typhons no longer knew what he truly thought or felt about that man, though he certainly wanted him to yell at him—
Typhons was also dissatisfied with his current state, but out of respect and love for his loving father, he could not express his dissatisfaction with this body.
"You can give it a try..."
He teased the little Nurgle on his lap with his finger, and the Nurgle snapped and bit Typhon's fingertip.
"But first I need some black stone, the anti-psychic kind."
Snapped!
Typhons said slowly, as the Nurgle on his lap yelled and exploded upon hearing "Blackstone, anti-psychic power."
Okay, that's all.
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Chapter 824 [266] The Corner at the Feet of Gods
"Ah! I remember that Pluto initially told us that he was coming to fight the space necromancers."
The massive mechanical body of Jin-306 swayed and strolled leisurely through the defensive fortress filled with space undead.
"But killing bugs is acceptable now!"
Jin Hehe laughed. The sage, who had lived for far too long, casually found a place to sit down and waited for the swarm of insects to attack.
Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, he, the guy who went to dig up the necromantic graves in space, ended up back by Hades' side.
Previously, the retired Jin-306 stayed on Alina's research ship until Hades recalled them and appointed the entire ship of sages as administrators to dock with the Endless Army.
If King isn't mistaken, that old man Kirkland is currently working alongside Guilliman as a technology advisor to the Chaos Empire.
But Kim, who desperately wanted to get away, returned.
A cold wind blew past the sage's robes, which were no longer crimson and blood-red. The mark of purity shivered in the wind, and next to the luminous blue display screen that replaced his face, electromagnetic waves pulsed across all channels, symbolizing that a war beyond the galaxy had already begun.
"..."
Jin turned around and looked at the sons of Hades who were bowing to him. The sage chuckled awkwardly.
"They're all little ones."
Kim-306 said that the son of Hades leading him was Blake Butcher, who was not wearing a helmet and whose pale blue eyes, colder than ice, were staring intently at Kim-306.
"The son of the first returnee?"
Jin spoke calmly. He remembered this little guy, the number one person beside Hades, whose genetic seed sequence contained a part from the Devourer of Worlds.
Blake nodded proudly, staring at Kim.
“Hades sent us to guard this stronghold. According to the plan, you shouldn’t be here, Sage. Your name is not on the list.”
"Because I retired, I removed my information from the system, it's that simple."
Kim-306 rose, his massive frame like a small mountain, casting a shadow over Blake. In Blake's pale blue eyes, the shadow of the mountain and the edge of the sky simultaneously appeared—
On the horizon, a brilliant beam of light streaked down, and the shattered fragments of Tyrannosaurus turned to ash in the atmosphere.
“I don’t think you’re the kind of guy who would get caught up in these things. The Son of Hades doesn’t raise stubborn people.”
As Jin spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the jet-black Myriad Machines Axe in his hand, which was much longer and sharper than the other sages, hummed, and two rings of emerald green light coated the axe blade.
Blake remained silent, just standing there staring at King-306, seemingly wanting to say something. King had already realized that the little guy in front of him was stubborn and incorrigible.
"it is good."
After a long pause, Blake uttered the word, gripped his axe, and swaggered past the golden statue with his squad.
There's nothing to say. Jin shook his head. With so many iterations, all sorts of mutants can emerge in Hades' Son. This little guy is quite interesting—maybe that's what youth feels like.
Thinking back to his youth, he once had the passion to fight with Kirkland at the Nicaea Synagogue.
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"What? This doesn't feel like the war you imagined?"
In the dimly lit underground passage, the entrance to Gold-306 was slightly narrow. To save time, the sage had to hunch over, stretching his neck to hold the display screen up to Blake's face.
A stifling, scorching heatwave was battering the defensive fortress. Outside, the atmosphere was ablaze, accompanied by a series of explosions on the horizon. The biomass gathered by the Tyranids burst open in the air like popcorn.
In war, Hades naturally does not prefer to use the most primitive form of troops fighting each other. Jin-306 is well aware of this. Since he followed Hades, he has known that Hades has been pursuing unmanned warfare. However, due to the nature of this galaxy and the doubts about unmanned intelligence, unmanned warfare has been slow to be promoted and implemented.
The Cult of Mechanics also offers an interpretation, explaining that this is because human forces represent inefficiency and chaos.
But Jin believes that perhaps Hades simply doesn't want to waste human lives; life is clearly heavy enough on Hades' scales.
boom!
Another dazzling explosion resounded directly above the defensive fortress, causing the tunnel to shake violently. This was at least a creature whose biomass rivaled that of a Titan; otherwise, it would not have caused such turbulence in the space necromantic construct.
Hades is rational enough, that's a fact—compared to those foolish commanders who only know how to solve everything with war, Hades is the true savior of mankind.
Even his descendants did not seem to be happy to see this.
Jin-306 looked at Black. At this moment, with the atmosphere burning and oxygen being consumed rapidly, the stubborn little guy also chose to obediently put on his helmet. However, the pulse and heart rate of the son of Hades told the sage that he now longed for a war and to gain a battle achievement that Hades could praise.
Okay, Kim still prefers Booz Bella, the son of Hades.
Perhaps only Booz truly understood Hades—this galaxy has gone mad, as if all races exist solely for the purpose of fighting.
But only Hades knew that war could be avoided and losses could be minimized—by cleverly placing supplies and traps, they might not even need to fight.
For example, the planet that Pluto has chosen as his base is not suitable for the Zerg to attack. The continents there are empty, with nothing that can be converted into biomass. At the same time, the atmosphere has an extremely high oxygen content, and flammable gases accumulate in the high atmosphere, making them easy to ignite.
If Tyrannosaurus really wants to attack this planet, it will first have to pay a heavy biomass cost, and it may not even be able to obtain what it wants—Pluto.
Hades used this clever arrangement to minimize the opponent's desire to attack, while maximizing the cost of starting a war.
Instead of launching a glorious and honorable war.
Such a war might seem a bit boring, but King felt just right. He had experienced too many brutal battles and therefore did not look forward to war.
At this very moment, an even grander war was raging outside the tunnel where they were huddled, a war that had even deviated from its original form. The entire planet was ablaze, incinerating the insects that had stormed into the atmosphere.
Jin-306 could imagine the majestic figure of Pluto; he was there, that person was there, rising high into the sky through what corrupted his humanity—
His physical strength had already transcended the realm of humanity. In the extremely high temperature and oxygen-deprived high-altitude environment, with the help of the smoke and dust rising from the burning and explosion, lightning that could overturn continents wrapped around his arms. The charged ions among billions of dust clouds submitted to Om Messiah, willingly becoming the thunder in his hands.
He would raise his hand... and hurl the lightning bolt at his enemy.
Then the entire planet started to twinkle...
Jin suddenly straightened up, gripped the Axe of Ten Thousand Machines, and ran out quickly. Seeing this, Blake immediately followed the sage. The sage, with his enormous size, was far more agile than the son of Hades had imagined, and he almost couldn't keep up with Jin's pace.
They burst out of the tunnel one after the other. The sky was crimson from the excessive burning, and countless charred fragments fell from the heavens. The entire planet seemed to blink, and lightning bolts resembling tree roots flashed across several continents. Boom!
Excessive burning of biomass creates dust that blankets the entire planet. The lightning flashes by, and the earth is plunged back into an eternal night.
The first wave of Tyrannical remains attempting to attack rained down on them like a storm, thudding against Blake's shoulder armor. The Demon Prince looked up in disbelief—