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

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But now, Khorne will not give him what he wants.

...Or rather, will Alpha not let him have his way?

The dark-faced Hades slowly descended, his red eyes flashing with a fierce light as he stared at the troublemaker who had overestimated himself and come to cause trouble.

Or rather, this place should have been Khorne and Baal's home ground, but due to a sudden plan by the Great Raiders, it was changed into Hades's disgraceful defeat.

On the other side, Mortalian, who sensed that the psionic field around Baal was showing signs of further shattering, swallowed hard.

The Pale Lord, somewhat dizzy, propped himself up. The piercing ringing in his ears continued. The Dark Domain brought the Primarchs torment beyond their senses, but now that he was standing, he was resilient enough.

Mortarian had a splitting headache, and after realizing that Hades was slightly emotionally unstable, he took a deep breath.

"...Calm down, my friend."

This was the first time Mortarion had said such a thing to Hades. Hades usually used this kind of dialogue to persuade Mortarion, but unexpectedly, ten thousand years later, Mortarion had the opportunity to say it himself.

"Green skin..."

Hades' slightly trembling voice rang in the Primarch's ears. At the same time, Mortarion's blurred vision caught sight of the eight Alphas slowly emerging from the depths of the Blood Desert.

"Green-skinned car, it's gone!"

Hades spoke tremblingly, his voice as weak as if a partner had absconded with the funds after a failed funding round, but the black mist surging around him was churning and raging more violently than ever before.

Mortarian paused briefly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Angron and Gilliman, who were swaying and trying to sit up (they had both failed again). It was clear that the next fight would have to be between him and Hades.

Oh, no.

The Primarch calmly sensed the malice emanating from the ground, and his blood surged towards Saint Gillespie as if by instinct—

Mortarian didn't quite understand what Khorne was trying to do; the gods' performance in this battle was clearly beneath their dignity.

Mortarion moved somewhat disgustedly to Saint Gilles' side. The Primarch reached out and pulled a small vial from between the jars at his waist. Within the vial, glistening tears shimmered a pale green light, and the power of rebirth stolen from the Eldar goddess Isha was slowly emerging.

The Primarch sprinkled the water from the small bottle onto Saint Gilles, as if feeding pigeons.

He may not have the strength to support Saint Gilles again, but Mortarian still has Isa's tears—he had collected quite a few back then.

Be more open-minded.

Mortarian said that he was suddenly taken aback when he said those words; he never thought he would have the opportunity to say such a thing to Hades.

The appearance of this green-skinned army clearly dealt a real blow to Hades on a spiritual level.

As Mortarian spoke, he caught a glimpse of different lights emanating from Saint Gilles, lights that didn't seem to belong to Saint Gilles—

The Primarch didn't care, as long as it wasn't a corrupted birdman. What did he care what color Saint Gilles flashed? Mortalian would be happy to see a birdman that looked like a colorful disco ball.

At least you're unlikely to go to jail.

Mortarian said he tried to smile, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. The Pale Lord attempted to make a witty remark, but after being influenced by Karas, Mortarian's sense of humor had gone further astray.

The environment there isn't exactly great.

Hades remained silent for a moment. Mortarion actually wanted to tell Hades that he didn't need to continue the conversation, because Hades' voice was still somewhat deadly to the Primarch in his current state.

Of course, he didn't say that.

“I understand… I’m just slightly, a little, maybe, perhaps a bit shocked, but that green-skinned creature is already showing signs of reverting to ancient forms.”

Hades said he could accept drinking Nurgle's soup, but he couldn't quite accept raising a creature that could threaten humanity.

It's just a return to antiquity.

The Primarch replied casually, indicating that he roughly understood why Hades was shocked—

The Pale Lord was gratified by the high standards his best friend had set, but also realized that it was really unnecessary.

My vision returned somewhat, although my hearing was now even more pierced by the conversation with Hades.

Mortarian looked up and saw the thing that was almost pixelated in his vision land, then the Pixelated Hades raised his hand—

Eight bolts of lightning struck, and the eight Alphas that looked like they were about to utter some harsh words were rendered speechless.

Mortalian watched the Alphas fall to the ground without any emotion. Unsurprisingly, they were all imitations that had absorbed the blood of the Alpha Primarch. However, after they fell, Khorne's psionic energy suddenly burst forth from their corpses!

A sudden gust of wind swept past his ears, and Mortarian instinctively paused for a moment before enduring the discomfort to watch the battle between the dark mosaic and the blood mist.

To a being like a space necromancer, the scene before them must appear quite magnificent.

A black tornado rose into the sky, followed by towering waves and rain. The Eye of Hades slowly opened above Baal, creating a magnificent meteorological feature on the planet.

Above the crimson Baal, deep black eyes gaze at the Milky Way, seemingly searching for a hint of green.

Hades is angry.

Mortarion deduced that Hades was either reluctant to leave or was unleashing his full power in order to prevent Khorne from having any backup plans.

However, based on the facts, it seems that Khorne did not want to fight them with all his might.

Hades was probably furious.

In the Primarch's view, the scene remained as if the computing center had malfunctioned. Mortarion silently counted, and when the number reached 168, the wind stopped.

Death turned his head alertly, his gaze passing over Guilliman and Angron, who had twice failed to get up again on the ground. He saw another Alpha, which might be the real one.

Alpha clearly had something to say to them.

Mortarian raised an eyebrow, and the dark behemoth behind him seemed to have noticed the crimson figure and was about to pounce.

He wants to exterminate me/us.

This battle was sent to them by Him.

Blood Red Alpha spoke casually, and he appeared to be slowly raising his arms.

Because I/we succeeded in confusing the issue, I/we succeeded.

Greed always comes at a price; a half-finished product, even if it doesn't quite meet one's expectations, is often the best gift.

The crimson Alpha's gaze swept over Saint Gilles on the ground, his eyes filled with too many indescribable emotions, perhaps even those of Angron, or perhaps even himself.

Alpha smiled.

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and his body suddenly deformed as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing him.

And finally, I surrender.

boom! ! !

To the astonishment of Mortarion and Hades, the Alpha instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, the scattered flesh and blood seemingly telling an untold story.

"What the hell?!"

Hades' roar caused Mortarion to lose his hearing for half a second again... In this mad world, Hades was still too normal.

Mortarian thought calmly.

He had already guessed what Alpha was planning to do—Motalian recalled the ambiguous conversation he had with the Lord of Man.

No wonder Khorne himself didn't show up much during Baal's trip—otherwise, did He intend to defeat Hades with just his minions?

"Alpha and Omega,"

The Lord of Humanity spoke indistinctly.

"Neither treacherous nor loyal, seemingly loyal yet treacherous. You don't need to pay too much attention to them. Hydra will never truly accomplish anything. They betray, they are loyal; each of the nine heads has its own thoughts. This is their glory, and also their tragedy."

"but,"

The Emperor paused for a moment, then waved the chess piece in his hand at Mortarian, who wore a disdainful expression.

"They do know what an absolute mistake is—at least they didn't choose to side with Trevor back then, did they?"

"You should thank Omega for this."

The Emperor gave Mortarian a meaningful look, while the Pale Lord responded with a rolled eye.

The Master of All Changes wields Magnus.

Neos shook his head in disagreement—he remained silent for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"I originally planned to have Hydra in this position."

"The Lord of Mankind said softly, as if recalling something amusing, and he curled the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating smile."

"I didn't expect it to be Magnus... Magnus..."

……

"Explain yourself?! At least give me an explanation!!!"

Hades' roar continued, and for the first time, Hades seemed to regret not saying more. But despite Hades' continued breakdown, the dark domain beneath him and the data waves he emitted continued to work faithfully.

Mortarian pondered for a moment.

You'll get used to it.

He comforted her in this way,

There will always be things we don't know.

This was a phrase he used to comfort himself during those years when he couldn't find out the stories of Hades, Karas, or even Galo.

Mortarion thought to himself—but with Hades’ return, it was all about to end. Angron and Guilliman were groaning in pain at his feet, while the birdman lay on the ground, seemingly oblivious. The Primarch could already imagine what a new face the Empire would look like after their return.

He squinted at the distance. Hades, who was helplessly pounding the ground and roaring, was slowly dissipating the blood mist above Baal. In the distance, the giant green-skinned creature that was being targeted by the Imperial army was also gradually ceasing to breathe.

Night fell, and apart from Hades, who ran away in anger over the dark history, and the Primarchs, who were half-dead from the torment of the Dark Domain, the rest were celebrating yet another victory.

Mortarian felt good amidst the blood-soaked ground of Alpha.

He decided to go back and immediately go on strike.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 723 Inviting the Next Victim to the Stage

[17 hour later]

[Above Baal]

I hope I'm not too late.

Angron said in a muffled voice as he removed the hatch from the dilapidated battle barge as easily as tearing a piece of paper.

I think you arrived at just the right time.

Guilliman's voice came through the channel, explaining that due to some of Hades' "little secrets," the non-Death Guardians had been expelled from the core area of ​​the post-war battlefield.

After briefly calming his offspring, Angron spun towards the stars to conclude the war in the heavens, while Guilliman remained on the ground—

Hades and Mortarion may be having some minor troubles, as the Lord of the Imperial Guard, Waldor, seems quite dissatisfied with Hades.

After a cold laugh, Mortarian arrogantly drove Waldo away, while Hades exchanged an "innocent" glance with Guilliman.

After enduring 0.13 seconds of dizziness, the latter resolutely chose to sacrifice himself to attract Waldo's attention.

Inside the civilian evacuation base of Baal, Guilliman spread out the architectural plans of the entire planet to Waldo, attempting to discuss Baal's future fate and probe Waldo's attitude towards the "God-Emperor"—

Saint Gilles, bound by the power of death, lay half-dead on the chair next to them.

They had two choices: let Saint Gilles follow Mortalian and Hades, or not let Saint Gilles follow them.

After a brief silence, the Primarchs all chose the second option.

They had no reason to torment the archangel.

Neither Guilliman nor Waldor are winged Primarchs, and they are not compatible with the chair of Saint Gilles.

Therefore, Saint Gilles's sleep was not very peaceful. The archangel would occasionally slide slightly off the chair, and at this time, Gilles would glance to the side as if he wanted to help Saint Gilles.

Waldo stared intently at him.

Finally, Guilliman chose to reach for the chair only when the upper part of Saint Gilles' wing touched the seat.

I could feel his presence.

Angron bowed and entered the cabin. Darkness immediately enveloped him. He moved forward cautiously, using his senses as much as possible.

Angron felt as if his senses were a ball of fur that had rolled into a swamp and dried out again, with the unpleasant mud standing on his tentacles that were trying to reach out, causing him to black out every now and then.

【Good luck.】

Killieman said calmly,