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

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"Yes, perhaps in his eyes, Erda would be more suitable to raise children than you or I."

Makado gave a self-deprecating laugh, his cheeks crinkling with wrinkles.

But that foolish woman had already been tricked and killed by Macardo during his demigod days.

He did a lot of crazy things during that period, but killing Ada was definitely the most worthwhile thing Macardo ever did.

He didn't like that madman.

"Looking at the current state of Alpha, I think my parenting methods were indeed flawed."

"That's not our problem."

As Nios spoke, he glanced at Macado, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

"As for Alpha... I think the coin hasn't landed yet, and we still can't be sure what it's head or tail."

Just as Neos was about to utter some mysterious and profound words as usual, Macardo impatiently interrupted him, the old man's eyes gleaming as he stared at his so-called "benevolent" king.

"I don't sense your sorrow—I suppose Saint Gilles and Horus are no longer in danger?"

"They were somewhat frightened."

The Lord of Mankind said, adding patiently and what he considered to be considerately,

"But I think they'll recover."

Makado raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. He slowly straightened up, took a few steps to the Lord of Humanity's side, and seemed to be scrutinizing something.

“I wanted to ask you, or rather question you, whether you were truly prepared to soothe the nerves of your offspring, but I think I shouldn’t ask that question.”

"Then allow me to ask a different question—what would you do if they didn't accept the olive branch you extended?"

"This doesn't constitute a problem."

The Lord of Humanity smiled as he answered Macado. In fact, he was in a good mood. After the Battle of Baal, the Empire's main fighting force had basically returned, and the decline of Chaos was irreversible. It was time for humanity to assert its sovereignty over this galaxy.

Makado tilted his head, his eyes unblinking.

"I think you'll only bring back their subspace essence, without their personalities?"

"That's your conclusion."

The Emperor said that, in fact, the Primarch's powerful warp nature must not be allowed to flow into the warp, and Hades should eat less.

The Primarch's powerful nature... is that of the flame of hope he personally plucked ten thousand years ago. They burned for humanity, and should only illuminate humanity.

Besides, he really couldn't let go.

Neos shrugged.

"Perhaps we should go and see Or, or perhaps Magnus, to prevent him from making the same mistake again."

The Lord of Humanity skipped over the topic, warmly and gently placing his hand on the disdainful Makado's shoulder, and forcibly leading the old man out the door, diverting the old man's questions with words.

The psychic powers of the archangels and Horus are so immense that freedom never existed in the first place; it was taken by Chaos, or perhaps by him.

He thought the Primarchs would never choose to fall into the Dark Sea and be shattered into corpses washed ashore by the waves.

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【Barr】

I want to die.

"I'm so hopeless," Anglong said.

He was making intimate contact with the earth to the greatest extent possible, his eyes seeing stars. The gladiator, who never fell, was now lying firmly on the ground and didn't seem to have any intention of getting up anytime soon.

This feeling was even more painful than swimming in a sea of ​​excrement and eating your fill. In fact, Angron had already recovered for a while, but before that, the Lord of Power and Will was fast asleep.

He looked as peaceful as if he were dead.

For the Primarch Angron, the Dark Realm he had just experienced had become the most terrifying torture in the galaxy. He couldn't even comment on the Void Dragons' leap that followed, because his will couldn't withstand the moment they leaped.

In the last moments of his memory, Angron remembered his mouth agape in terror, deafened, and then Hades's hand suddenly approaching—

Where are we?

This question, containing both logic and purpose, was posed by Guilliman, and Angron felt the ground beside his head tremble.

Then the blue-armored giant swayed as he stood up, squinting blankly on the vast blood desert, trying to see his surroundings and prepare for battle.

Unfortunately, after struggling for a bit, Killieman collapsed again.

And it cannot be restarted.

The wind blew and slapped against Guilliman's armor, making an rather awkward sound.

"My suggestion is that you hold off for a while. I will not leave until reinforcements arrive and you are ready to fight."

Hades stood at a distance, at the furthest point he could reach in an instant, where three Primarchs lay sprawled on the ground.

But before Hades could finish speaking, Angron, who had instinctively started vomiting upon hearing his voice, interrupted him.

Angron, who has the highest psychic sensitivity, is the worst off among them.

Hades took a deep breath and raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay! My bad! I didn't expect you guys..."

Mortarian, the only one kneeling on the ground, pressing his gas mask tightly against the ground, raised his hand, signaling Hades to shut up.

The Pale Lord didn't even dare to look at Hades, as if a single glance would cause him to collapse.

Or perhaps it was spat out, the pitiful worm-like gas mask clinging to Mortalian's mouth even looking dead.

Mortarion was the one who persisted the longest among these Primarchs, and the only one whose will remained clear throughout. When Hades jumped into space, it was Mortarion who single-handedly dragged Guilliman and Angron along.

This once again proves the Pale Lord's resilience and the reliability of the desensitization training he received during his time with Hades.

Even so, Mortarion still had the strength to stabilize Saint Gilles' soul with his own psionic energy. The pale and thin Primarch knelt on the ground, his wings drooping weakly, most of them lying flat on the ground like rags.

Beneath the Primarch's right wing lay the broken wing of Saint Gilles, its black feathers scattered haphazardly across the earth; the black insect scales danced like embers, giving way to the sprouting of new feathers.

Of course, after ensuring that Saint Gilles was safe for the time being, Mortarian decisively withdrew his psionic powers.

Hades took another deep breath and mouthed "Okay!"

Let them take a break first.

Because of the uncertain coordinates, Hades did not teleport directly to the center of the battlefield; they are currently in a Blood Desert in Baal where no major war has taken place.

But this does not mean that Hades cannot intervene on the battlefield.

After ensuring that the distance would not cause the Primarchs to vomit and faint again, Hades suddenly raised his hand, and black mist condensed into a scythe in his hand. His figure twisted, a gale arose, and in an instant, a tall black shadow floated in the air.

Hades just spent a few seconds figuring out what had happened on the surface of Baal—

In short, there are three main battlefields: the World Eaters vs. the Khorne's army, the human defenders vs. the Orks, and a multi-party chaotic battle.

Hades' eyelids twitched at the thought of what he had just seen with his fleeting glance.

The storm that had swept around Hades dissipated, blowing away the blood mist. At that moment, the sun was setting, its rays shining brightly through the clear air.

Hades raised the scythe in his hand, exerted force in his palm, and clenched it tightly. In an instant, the darkness transformed into countless broken geometric shapes that flew out, soaring into the sky like petrels and tearing through the mist with their blue wings.

Above Bal, the fog that had enveloped the atmosphere began to thin and showed signs of dissipating rapidly.

0.7 seconds later, all communications with the Baal Empire were restored.

Hades first contacted Booz, the son of Hades.

"I'll assist you with anti-psy tactics."

Hades succinctly stated his words, while on Booz's end, the intermittent "waaaaagh!!!" and "For the boss!!" in the channel made Hades's lips twitch.

"receive,"

A reply came from the other end of the channel, and then the son of Hades made his request without hesitation.

"My father, please help us disable this Titan, okay?"

"I'm joking," Buz said, then casually smashed the green-skinned leader who rushed out from the side with the butt of his rifle.

The Son of Hades and the Death Guard are currently locked in fierce combat on this Titan, which is almost half the size of Hive City. They have successfully captured a small portion of the Titan's command center, but this is far from enough.

This massive, ambidextrous creature is unleashing a barrage of fire in all directions. It waaagh! It explodes! It indiscriminately bombards everything in its path, bombing the Empire, bombing the Khorne, and even firing on the battlefield where the Orks are fighting.

Shaped like a green-skinned black boss with its mouth wide open, it emitted a red light from its left eye that was the size of a hellhound, instantly carbonizing the defensive fortifications built by the World Eater. At the same time, its wide-open mouth opened and closed, rapidly shoveling across the earth like a bulldozer.

The countless Titans of the Empire appeared as the smallest knights at its feet, and the Titan array ran like little puppets, drawing the behemoth's fire with their own bodies.

"Satisfy you."

Hades said, turning to look at the rapidly moving green-skinned Titan, which was actually the most threatening presence on Baal and therefore the highest priority.

"Remember to hide near the Soulless Ones—now immediately reduce the concentration of your psionic energy, Booz, you have thirty-two seconds."

He doesn't need to completely destroy the behemoth; he just needs to let it collapse on its own.

Without saying a word, Hades sent emergency evacuation coordinates to all Imperial troops near the green-skinned behemoth.

A faint flash of lightning danced between his fingers.

On top of the giant green Titan, the mechanic boy Gaaagh is happily piloting a certain joint, excitedly cheering for the fame of the Black Boss and Big Tooth, while simultaneously manipulating the forty-fifth toe of the giant machine.

"Waagh! Your wig is bouncing straight!!"

The loader behind the technician pointed at it and yelled. Green Skin stared wide-eyed at it, and the technician's messy hair stood on end as if it had exploded.

“waagh!!!”

The mechanic suddenly jumped up and screamed, waving the wrench in its hand to prove that it was the biggest! The strongest! The coolest!

"This must prove I'm the most waaaaagh—"

Hades waved.

boom! ! ! !

The Mega Evolution Black Boss Plusts+++ Type Gangart is above!! The Electro Dragon suddenly rises up and coils around the behemoth like a python!

Countless smaller electric dragons unleashed their lightning strikes, precisely transmitting them to every place teeming with psionic energy. Tiny snakes probed into their nests, stabbing at flesh and blood with paralyzing venom.

Hades knew that the Greenskins were a race that "take things for granted," so a flashy and brutal appearance and fighting style were necessary.

The colossal object crashed to the ground, and with the immense force of its momentum, it continued to tumble forward, but like a fallen mountain, it had no power to rise again.

"My goodness!!!"

Buzz's terrified, intermittent voice burst from the channel.

He seemed to be clinging tightly to something to keep himself from being thrown to his death in the chaotic, turbulent inner room.

"Thank you—thank you, Lord Hades! We'll handle the rest ourselves! You should go check on Black!"

The green-skinned behemoths were indeed much less of a threat. After Hades sealed several potentially explosive reaction vessels with active metal again, he immediately shifted his attention.

Just as he shifted his attention to the battlefield near the Holy Church—

"Lord Hades! Boss! Now that you're here, why don't you even see your offspring?!"

The big front tooth stared at the collapsing mountain range in the distance, its knees pressing down hard on Blake, its arms outstretched, roaring towards the sky.

Hades couldn't catch his breath and suddenly fell halfway down from the sky.

He forced himself to refocus, and then he saw Blake retaliate. The kid had managed to withstand it and then shouted out the second sentence Hades heard.

"Of course he won't see you—because I'm the son of Hades!!!"

Blake roared!

"He will only answer the call of his true offspring!"

"You two idiots!!!"

Karas shrieked as he engaged Mag Kid in hand-to-hand combat. The unreasonable Deathguard psyker had sealed Mag Kid's psykery with his own, then proceeded to punch the red-haired, green-skinned man.

On the other side, the Primarch, who had been frozen in place for half a second by Karas and the Greenskins, immediately returned to the battlefield.

Karas wanted to say that he was the only one who could actually get help—but he thought it was all too stupid, and he was the only one who wasn't stupid, so he gave up on yelling.

Hades's anxiety finally died.

Yay! That's it!