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

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【so,】

Killman seized the opportunity to say,

Currently, the Khorne army and a powerful Greenskin force exist on Baal.

Guilliman felt the weight of Saint Gilles in his hand. He was utterly speechless and bewildered by Hades' behavior. Normally, Guilliman would have immediately and seriously reprimanded such behavior, which was extremely absurd and illogical.

but now……

Saint Gilles' breathing was faint but steady. Guilliman knew that Hades had done them a great favor. Hades could have also rebuked Guilliman and Anglon for their foolishness a thousand years ago—

But aside from Mortarion's occasional face-to-face jabs, these two Barbarosians from the Deathguard still fully supported him in their actions.

In this vast Milky Way, no one is completely right.

Killieman sighed inwardly.

He knew Hades' concerns, and he looked up to meet Angron's gaze above him, completing the vote in an instant.

What can they do?

Just as Mortarion had forgiven them, they decided to ignore a greenskin shouting "For Hades!"

At least for now, we shouldn't continue to put pressure on Hades and his group.

The cleanup afterwards will be a bit difficult.

Killieman offered a rather conventional commentary.

But I have experience with this...you don't need to worry too much about it.

On the day of Sanguin's ascension, hundreds of millions of people underwent memory erasure or physical erasure.

Hades remained silent. He was quite grateful for Guilliman and Angron's help and had no doubts (perhaps they did, but they didn't intend to say so). Instead, he immediately chose to help him destroy the evidence.

"A good man has a safe life."

Hades said with genuine emotion that he heard Mortarian's cold laugh.

But I still have a question.

Killieman's voice continued.

Both Khorne and the Greenskins' armies are psionic. Can you quickly eliminate them?

“The psionic and magnetic fields on Baal are currently in a state of turmoil—I can clear psionic bodies from my vicinity, but long-distance, precise positioning may require the assistance of the Church of the Underworld.”

Hades said that though he appeared calm, a faint sense of despair welled up inside him. He could make his enemies die physically, but his enemies could also make him die sociologically.

He looked up at the ground, and as soon as the magnetic storm on Baal subsided for even a moment, he would immediately throw Angron to Mortalian and then teleport up.

begging.

Hades screamed inwardly, "Don't let him die!!!"

His dark past from back then is about to be exposed!

Looking back, a chill and goosebumps crept up Hades' spine.

The more exhilarating it was to shout "WAAAGH" back then, the more miserable it is to cry now.

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

"Big teeth,"

Blake's voice was as calm as still water, yet beneath it seemed to surge a vast expanse of magma.

…………

Upon discovering the Greenskins' attack, the old man Booz immediately sent Black to the Cathedral alone, while Booz decided to lead the Son of Hades and the Hades Cult's allied forces on a long journey.

Logically speaking, this is highly irregular, sending a soldier alone across the long, blood-fog desert, where Khorne warriors also roam.

Ordinary Space Marines might not even be able to reach their destination successfully, but Black did not hesitate for a moment. After giving Booz, who was covering his mouth, an over-the-shoulder throw, Black picked up the battle axe his father had given him and turned to step into the vast Blood Desert.

Blake felt something boiling within his blood, his icy blue eyes gleaming, and he seemed to hear the restless waaaagh, like muffled thunder in the distance.

Since leaving the Octarius Sector, Black had never experienced this feeling so vividly again.

The battle axe in his hand throbbed with his pulse. Blake knew what he was about to do. He ran, he ran wildly across the desert.

He ran towards his own battle.

He knew what he would win.

After leaving the Euclius Sector, the Father of Genes turned his gaze to a more distant future. The First Son was no longer being watched. After a brief moment of astonishment, Hades shaped his unique chapter into a useful scythe.

But they appeared less often, lingering at the feet of Pluto, keeping company with the Ultramarines who had picked up quills, and moving among the files and archives.

They will also experience war, but they will still be under the shadow of Hades. Hades cherishes them, so they will not be lost, but will be deployed to the battlefield more precisely and efficiently.

Most of the brothers in the band were extremely satisfied with this kind of life of getting by; they fought, they approved documents, and they enjoyed life.

But Blake would never side with them.

Blake Butcher believed his comrades would unleash amazing fighting power and cohesion when necessary, but their life goals were too casual and their lifestyle too relaxed.

If the chapter hadn't chosen these people, and if war hadn't been so frequent in this galaxy, most of the Hades' children might never have chosen to become warriors. They would have been engineers, farmers, workers, blacksmiths... but certainly not sons of Hades.

Blake couldn't fit in.

In this respect, it was actually Buzz Bella, who frequently beat him, who could share common ground with Blake.

"I don't understand."

Blake said he looked at his comrades who had agreed to go to the market on their day off, who were already noisily calculating the discounts on the produce and preparing to treat themselves to some fresh produce.

The Space Marines went to steal vegetables; they were being rather unreasonable.

"You don't need to understand,"

Bella casually remarked, "Vacations? Vacations are for the lowly! He, the former regent of the empire, certainly doesn't have such cheap and low-class things."

"Everyone has their own goals and way of life. If they can achieve their goals smoothly, you don't need to force them—this is the wisdom and mercy of Hades."

Booz picked up another piece of paper, then suddenly blinked and twirled the pen in his hand in a fancy way.

"What are you planning to do? I remember you submitted a soldier career plan last year and got a zero."

Son of Hades, plan your life regularly, and you will never feel lost.

Of course, we won't force you to join the Confused Battle Group if you want to.

How does he want to live...?

Blake Butcher remained silent.

His life, which unfolded in a straightforward manner, consisted only of fighting and survival, until the "Fate Bullet" ejected his destiny from its framework.

He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew which part of his past he most wanted to return to.

"Follow Hades..."

Blake muttered softly, then suddenly became firm in his tone.

"fighting."

He would fight until Hades could see him clearly and fully realize his fighting power.

Instead of quickly looking away.

He wanted to... he wanted to become a fighter even stronger than Legion Commander Karas Typhon.

Blake demanded that he become a servant of Hades, the pinnacle of mortal power.

………………

"Black Butcher, you're still alive."

"Big Tooth!" the man exclaimed in surprise, looking at Black's Space Marine armor and the insignia of the Son of Hades on his shoulder armor.

The big front tooth suddenly paused, and Green Skin winked slyly with his beady eyes.

“I should have realized it sooner. Humans… the most favored offspring of the mafia boss, you are of course human.”

Yes, I am still alive.

Blake said calmly, reaching out to remove his helmet—

During the years he disguised himself as a green-skinned man, he never took off his helmet. For more than a year, sweat poured out and dried again in the cramped space.

A rough wind, carrying the scent of blood, swept across his cheeks.

This is a face similar to Hades, but not as similar as the other Hades children.

His short, jet-black hair was like a sharp wolf's mane, and his icy blue eyes blazed with the flames of a glacier.

This is a remarkably sharp face, uncompromising and unyielding.

Blake slowly pulled a chain from his waist, the thick iron chain, about the thickness of a normal person's forearm, rattling loudly.

For a moment, the front tooth stared at Blake Butcher, and Blake stared back at it; they were both lost in memories, while on the distant horizon, the flames of war still raged.

The air seemed to have frozen.

You seem to be doing very well.

The big front teeth said, his gaze repeatedly licking Boots' armor like a wild beast.

"He acknowledges you, simply because of your race, doesn't he?"

Blake slowly wound the chain, ensuring that one end was connected to the battle axe and the other end was firmly bound to his arm armor.

“I truly do not understand his ideals and benevolence,”

Blake said, exhaling hot air.

He longed to utter that simple yet powerful word, but he couldn't—not now, not here.

He is the son of Hades.

“But I know I will be his best warrior – I know exactly what I want to become, I want to be the killer of millions, and he approves of me because I am a good warrior.”

The big front tooth chuckled and shook its head. It felt the surging power even more strongly and drew its heavy sword.

Back in the old days of Octarius, it and the Black Butcher would always meet in the finals of every tournament.

This is a formidable enemy.

This idea made my front teeth even more prominent!

"What he promoted was logistical and fire support—only the strength of one race could launch a world-destroying waaagh."

The big-toothed man spoke, raising his hand to signal his tall, strong lads to step back.

Meanwhile, under the leadership of other greenskin leaders, a massive chaos has already begun!

"you're right,"

Blake said he opened his mouth and wedged the chain between his teeth—he was afraid he would instinctively shout those words, so he decided not to open his mouth.

The taste of iron, like completely congealed blood, filled the entire mouth; teeth touching metal produced a sharp, metallic screech.

Just before his tongue was completely pinned down by the chains and he could no longer speak, Blake raised his battle axe and mumbled incoherently,

"But I'll cut your head off—come and fight!!!"

“WAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!”

The green-skinned behemoth suddenly began to run! Like a miniature knight, it charged towards the Black Butcher!

Blake swung his axe violently, and the axe flashed in the air, creating a beautiful arc!

"Damn it, which of you is the real green-skinned one?!"

Karas Typhon, who had been standing to the side, stunned and watching the whole scene, roared, but the psionicist's hands did not slacken in the slightest, and psionic power gathered in his palms.

In mid-air, Blake's axe suddenly stopped, as if it were stuck in mid-air.

Without the slightest hesitation, Blake immediately tightened the chains and pushed off the ground! Using the force, he lifted himself up and swung out! The heavy black helmet, however, seemed to float in the air like a dragon, its half-ton weight giving it a sense of suspension under the immense force!

Blake narrowly avoided the brutal impact of the front teeth, his body tracing a small half-circle in the air.

He drew the Gauss Annihilation Gun from his waist with effortless grace, and as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times, he fired directly at the back of his head!

laugh!

The ray, personally enhanced and blessed by Hades, shot straight towards the back of Greenskin's head like a python! On the other side, Karas suddenly shouted and raised his hand to weaken the opposing psionic barrier!