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

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The next moment, before anyone could react—Neos took off running!

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 732 This is our ultimate technique!

"I'm here to help you!"

Hades stood among the crowd, holding a long scythe, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, letting out a loud shout.

"Don't run! Neos!!!"

His response came from the Lord of Humanity, who had already turned and fled moments before.

The Emperor ran so fast, like a golden lightning bolt within the Terra Palace, twisting and turning as he raced toward the emergency exit known only to him.

As for why he doesn't teleport—because psionic abilities are forbidden here!

The Lord of Mankind did not respond to Hades's words; he was now so focused on the strategic retreat.

A pitch-black, unbreakable solid wall stretched across the subspace, surrounding the palace. If he successfully reached the other end, he would return to the blissful days of having no work.

But... before that... he still needs to face...

Standing atop a sea of ​​ever-changing metal, the Emperor slowly turned around, his expression calm and solemn.

"I don't understand."

The Lord of Mankind said, looking at the being opposite him, a dark and filthy creature. In fact, as an individual deeply affected by the warp, the Emperor could no longer see Hades' face; there was only a void, a darkness.

Hades silently watched as the Lord of Humanity spread his hands out in a rather innocent manner.

“I thought you could let me leave—why did you choose to stop me, Hades?”

"What will happen to the empire if you leave?"

"With you all here."

Neos answered the question decisively, his expression calm and composed.

“We have not yet announced my return to the land to the people of the Empire—nor will we ever do so, for I have long foreseen that the Primarchs will take my place as the new sun that shines upon the Empire.”

Hades' eyelids twitched slightly; he realized that the Emperor was determined to abandon his post this time.

Unfortunately, they were determined to keep the emperor here and tie him up to work.

"impossible."

Hades said firmly, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"You made this mess, so you have to clean it up yourself."

"When the parents are unable to bear their debts, the debts are generally inherited by their children."

The Emperor replied righteously, while Hades opposite him wore a look of utter disbelief.

"Don't tell me you're going to talk to me about the rules."

Hades stared at Neos in disbelief, making the classic "Are you going to buy my melon or not?" expression from the TV show "Hua Qiang Sells Melons".

"You and I both know that what you just said was meaningless. Are you here to cause trouble?"

Hades suddenly raised his hand, and the living metal labyrinth that blocked the path of the Lord of Man transformed once more. He was certain that Neos was calculating how to get out of the labyrinth—it was a variant of the one he had used to seal the Void Dragon Mercury Palace years ago.

Or are you stalling for time?

Hades raised an eyebrow and asked. Sure enough, the Emperor fell silent. The man stared at him silently, and he returned the Emperor's gaze in silence. An awkward, unspoken tension filled the air.

Hades realized he had guessed correctly.

Then there's nothing more to say!

"Then... let's have a fight."

Hades said that he had put away his black scythe when he chased Neos earlier, and he tilted his head back, making a gesture of rubbing his hair with hair gel.

To be honest... he was really curious about the current power comparison between him and the weasel.

Hades felt no qualms about beating up Neos; on the contrary, he was eager to do so.

He recalled their first real meeting, Neos's inhuman riddles, his habit of constantly assigning him tasks and speaking inhuman language... and the real losses he caused to the Primarch or the Legion... too many sins to list.

It's only natural that bad guys get beaten up.

So, did Neos say he was a good person?

not at all.

Hades activates the JOJO pose! He feels filled with determination at this moment, and as he assumes the powerful stance, the black mist clings to him as if it were alive.

Finally, Hades had an idea.

Finally, this day has come—

He was able to have a fair and square battle with the Emperor, but the price of defeat would be unbearable; he would face Neos's mockery and the public calamities left behind by the yellow weasel.

Before darkness finally enveloped Hades' pale face, Hades exhaled a breath of black air, and a long scythe materialized in his hand.

"The tide rises over the Qiantang River—only today do I realize who I truly am! Old Deng! Let's fight!!!"

Seeing that his escape route was blocked again, Neos abandoned his tactical retreat and stared at the surging Netherwater rushing towards him.

The Lord of Mankind sneered and decided to go mad as well. He suddenly made a dashing head shake and hair toss, a move that would look extremely strange to others, but to the Emperor, it seemed as natural and dashing as if it were made for him!

What utterly pretentious!

"Unfortunately,"

Nios said with a smile, but his eyes were as cold and ruthless as a thousand-year-old ice. Golden flames exploded all around him, and in the narrow space, it was as if a thousand nuclear bombs exploded at the same time, or as if a supernova was erupting!

His originally jet-black hair turned golden, from the ends of his hair transforming into burning golden flames, into flowing molten gold, his eyes gleaming with golden light, his dragon pupils wide open in fury.

"Hades, one of us is destined to remain bound to the Empire, serving as its loyal mule—but I know that person will not be me!"

A golden longsword appeared in his hand. The Lord of Mankind raised the sword, appearing as a lone knight against the long night under the overwhelming darkness!

This place was no longer somewhere within the palace; rather, it resembled the vast ocean, where wild geese cried out, the sky was low, the sea was turbulent, and ghosts howled, grabbing his legs from beneath the surface.

The long-dead planet resembled an eye, and he stood in the center of that dark eye. All the darkness of the Milky Way converged here, and the world seemed like a small boat swaying in this vast dark sea, as if it would fall apart in an instant.

Darkness reigned! Yet, in this utter silence of the gloomy, indifferent world, a single star twinkled, tiny yet as eternal as the sun! A single star's brilliance illuminated the heavens!

So... Hades is coming—

Stand with your sword!

! ! ! !

A storm rages, the Dark Sea churns! Within the Milky Way, colossal celestial bodies collide, desolate yet magnificent, unleashing a tremendous shockwave.

This was a golden light cleaving through the darkness! That golden thread cleaved the night sky, scattering countless brilliant sparks. Each spark that landed was like a sun, only to be swallowed up again by the black sea beneath its feet, leaving no trace, no light or heat.

The emperor's long hair flew wildly, and his resolute, deep brown face was illuminated by the sword light in front of him. His gaze was deep and unwavering as he stared at Hades opposite him—telling him that Neos would successfully gain his freedom.

Sword and sickle clashed, locked in a stalemate, neither intending to let the other go.

The golden light of the sword cleaved through the night, and also cleaved through the black mist obscuring Hades' face. The wind, mixed with golden light, swept straight against Hades' face.

A pale, sharp half-face was revealed, and Hades's pitch-black, eternally lightless pupils stared straight at the Emperor, as if he were not human.

At that moment, Neos understood why Hades, like Mortarion, was a Barbalusian.

The sight of Hades when he wasn't smiling truly startled Neos for a moment—

Barbarosians may all possess some unsettling qualities.

"You'll be the one doing the work—"

Due to the influence of the Dark Domain, Hades' long, ghostly voice echoed in the Emperor's ears, but the next moment it became extremely shrill.

"Or we can go to the paperwork hell together! I'll drag you back to work with me even if it kills me—Nios!! You're the one who dragged me onto this pirate ship in the first place!!!"

Neos abruptly withdrew his strength, and the next moment, the pale Barbarus disappeared back into the darkness. Hades was like a pack of wolves circling around a lone traveler in the darkness, with drooling beasts circling him, waiting to pounce on him again and deliver a fatal blow.

"I admit I've done many things that you consider inhumane,"

The Emperor spoke calmly, raising his sword in a defensive stance. At that moment, he might have understood Slaanesh; Hades was indeed an existence difficult for warp beings to accept. Neos felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end—

It wasn't out of fear, but because of something even more indescribable, something that made him nauseous.

For beings like them, "visibility" and "information" are readily available. They are "seeing" and "perceiving" all the time, and countless torrents of information converge to form the threads through which they manipulate mortals—but when they fight against Hades, everything changes.

All cries were cut off, all that was visible, all that was audible, the macroscopic existence was pulled down, forced to descend to an even lower dimension—

However, they did not learn the methods of ascending to the physical world, so they could only fight in a stumbling and unsteady manner.

"But to make you serve the empire?"

Neos's tone became flippant, almost mocking, and his breathing became somewhat unsteady.

"This is your own choice—I merely concealed the future hardships from you, but I don't think this is something that should be disclosed to you or me."

"Then I really thank you."

Hades's voice, filled with gritted teeth, echoed again from the darkness. He shouldn't have argued with such a shameless person, but it didn't matter. Neos would stay and get to work.

The emperor owes too many people compensation; at the very least, he cannot be allowed to leave so easily.

“But I’m happy to inform you, Neos—you can’t escape.”

Hades suddenly raised his voice, and the attack came again, coming from all directions, not just from the pure black domain.

The Emperor sensed the power of the Star God mixed in with it, and a black tide carrying sharp, lightning-like spikes rushed towards him, determined to drag him into the lightless seabed.

The emperor unleashed his power once more, and golden light burst forth—

But the nausea gnawed at him like a leech, and Neos swore it was the most disgusting thing he had ever experienced in his life. It was more unbearable than falling into a cesspool, more nauseating than being submerged in the swamps of Nurgle, and more physically uncomfortable than being embraced and teased by Slaanesh.

If there is anything in this world that surpasses this scene, then it would probably be someone being embraced and teased by Nurgle.

As his mind wavered, his already depleted psionic energy caused him to sway slightly on the sea. He shouldn't have given the Primarchs too much psionic energy, but it was too late. He had made a mistake and had to accept defeat.

If it weren't for the previous attrition warfare, he could have escaped this battle.

Neos thought.

—Then he swayed again.

Then, he collapsed.

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

The Mona Lisa portrait behind the dining table had long been replaced with an old man with a gloomy face and eyes that revealed weariness and murderous intent.

Hades stood in the kitchen, head down, silently staring at the coffee machine he had no idea how to use. After a mechanical beep, a plain cup of coffee appeared—a perfectly ordinary cup of coffee.

But if viewed from another angle, for just a moment, this dark brown coffee reveals its gilded color, like molten gold.

Hades took a deep breath, poured himself a glass, and went outside. Unsurprisingly, he saw Neos slumped over the table, the emperor's long hair spread out on the table, looking as if he were unconscious.

"Stop playing dead."

Hades said that the next moment Neos opened his eyes and sat up. The emperor spread his hands helplessly and casually tidied his hair.

"Please spare me, Hades, for the sake of my millions of years of diligent work for humanity."

At this point, we cannot offer sympathy, because this old man never sympathizes with others.

"I am willing to admit defeat."

Hades said, placing the coffee on the table with a soft click, and then pushed the cup towards Neos.

"Drinked."

Hades sat down.

"I didn't expect you to be so weak, Neos?"

"Having power is not what I pursue."

Neos explained, taking the coffee, and joked,

"Can you let me go if I drink this?"

"After drinking it, go back to work."

"That's obviously unrealistic."