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

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Saint Gilles's lips curled into an incredulous smile, and cracks of dark, blood-red energy spread across his face as he resignedly revealed his true form.

+You still refuse to let your innocent offspring go?+

I'm only here to atone for my sins.

The Lord of Mankind said calmly,

Saint Gilles, my child, come back. I've booked a first-class ticket for you in the New World—you won't have to suffer anymore.

+And what about him? +

The Lord of Mankind glanced sideways at the unconscious Horus, and Saint Gilles caught a glimpse of genuine reluctance and regret in his eyes.

If you wish,

The Lord of Mankind said, "Laugh!"—Saint Gilles knew he was about to tell his utterly awful joke.

I can make him serve as your crew member, as a form of atonement for his sins.

Saint Gilles shook his head, and seeing that Saint Gilles had already succeeded, the Lord of Mankind seemed unwilling to speak with him again, or perhaps his power was insufficient to support him to speak with Saint Gilles again.

Sleep well.

The Lord of Humanity said calmly,

My child...you are granted an eternal vacation.

Saint Gilles' soul immediately became heavy and weary, as if he were in the bottom of a bottomless ocean, with only a small patch of hazy and chaotic light above his head.

He saw... something.

Saint Gilles tried to open his eyes in confusion, lying miserably on his back on the ground, looking up at the skyless expanse above.

Beside him, Hades, the only one who hadn't gotten the yellow weasel's burst of light, got up looking disheveled and embarrassed. Mortarion immediately followed suit, cursing the Lord of Man while keeping an eye on Waldor's behavior.

Gilles and Anglo were nervously surrounding Saint Gilles, holding him between their knees.

Ah...ah...

Saint Gilles breathed out weakly, as if trying very hard to say something.

My brother, there's no need to rush.

"Angron said hastily, as a gentle surge of psionic energy flowed out."

Saint Gilles tried to open his eyes again, looking at the chaotic void.

[Sadism...]

He said.

Killieman and Anglon were startled and exchanged a glance.

Don't worry, this is indeed a possibility, and we have contingency plans.

Guilliman immediately reassured them, saying that the resurgence of Saint Gilles might attract Khorne, which was a very likely possibility, and that the three legions were already on high alert in Baal.

【OR……O……】

Saint Gilles struggled to speak again, seemingly more anxious about the news, but he was too weak to fall into a coma.

【fine,】

Killieman comforted him.

The troop deployment on Baal is now far greater than you can imagine.

Saint Gilles turned his head and, like a dying man, suddenly grabbed Guilliman's hand and held it tightly.

Finally, Saint Gilles managed to utter the word before falling into a deep coma.

[...green cover.]

?! !! !! !!

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 713 Applying Pressure!

[Green skin...]

After uttering his last words, Saint Gilles was unable to rise again and fell into a deep, unconscious sleep.

Gilliman and Angron, standing beside him, looked at each other, puzzled as to why the orcs had arrived on the battlefield at this moment.

Hades, who was vigorously wiping the blood and slime off his armor, suddenly froze as if petrified.

He had a bad feeling.

Hades slowly turned his head and exchanged a glance with Mortarion beside him. The Pale Lord looked utterly devastated, his eyes telling Hades which group of greenskins had arrived.

I felt their call to me.

Mortarian whispered, making sure only Hades could hear him.

He saw Hades' expression completely petrified, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"They...they...they aren't all dead?"

Hades could only think of one possibility: that the Greenskin clan had not been defeated, but had instead come looking for him. At this moment, the only remaining silver pendant on his waist was shining brightly.

After numerous battles, the parts, formed from living metal, had long since melted into strange shapes that were no longer recognizable.

"That green-skinned warlord didn't die."

Thump, thump, boom.

That's it.

In an instant, Hades' mind flashed through many scenes of his own social death, including physical death scenes.

His mind trembled; he couldn't imagine the shock the Empire would feel when it saw a green-skinned army shouting, "To touch his face! For the mob boss!"

He's alright, after all, the greens are shouting about touching his face, and Mortarion will definitely be the first to die. But anyone who's paying attention can guess who the mob boss next to him is by making a little connection.

The Pale Lord remained silent for a moment, staring at the pale-faced Hades, his expression complex.

We should have anticipated that this day might come.

“I made a thorough extermination plan at the time. The entire star sector was designated as a restricted area. There couldn’t possibly be enough supplies to last them until they left that star sector, unless… unless other forces intervened.”

A long mist billowed from Mortarian's gas mask.

Other forces? Accidents? Opportunities? These are not uncommon in this galaxy.

He paused for a moment.

I have already passed on the power of death to all the greenskins who call upon my name. Now what do you intend to do?

Although Hades appeared to be so shocked by the death that he couldn't think straight, Mortarian knew that his comrade would come up with a countermeasure immediately. Sure enough, Hades's gaze instantly and secretly swept towards the Imperial Guard, Waldo.

"Destroy them all."

Hades said firmly,

"We must eliminate this threat completely; we cannot allow this green-skinned clan to continue to develop."

Hades was well aware of the strength and potential of this Greenskin clan. He was terrified. In order to defeat the Terrans and prevent the Zerg from harming humanity, he had taught them real skills back then.

He promised them a great war, a promise already fulfilled in the war between the Greenskins and the Terrans. Hades will never allow this Greenskin clan to threaten humanity; this is his bottom line.

If these green-skinned creatures were replaced with humans, Hades might feel regret, but his feelings for the alien race would automatically decrease by more than 80%.

Those who are not of our race are heretics.

This is a truth that humanity has discovered over tens of thousands of years.

The only places for non-humans are at their feet or on the dining table.

But there's another point...

"If it were only Ultramarines, World Eaters, and Death Guards here, that would be fine; Guilliman and Angron would help us. But the Custodians' power..."

Hades was tempted to knock Waldo unconscious for a moment. Just because Waldo had betrayed his teammates earlier, he vowed he would not hesitate to strike.

Hades clearly sensed that Waldor had his own plans; his position and status made it impossible for him to be of one mind with the Primarch.

But there were also Imperial Guards on the ground, so his past scandals were probably beyond his control.

Are you worried about him?

Mortarian spoke softly, continuing to lower his voice. With their backs to the crowd, the Pale Lord gently tapped Waldo's position with his arms crossed.

Hades confirmed this with his eyes.

Mortarian sneered.

[Just a dog of the Lord of Mankind]

The Pale Lord commented mercilessly.

Will the Emperor react to this? No—that guy with a zero bottom line, since his master is silent, what reason does he have to bark?

Rough words are not rough.

That makes sense. Hades knew the Emperor was absolutely indifferent, but what still worried him was that the Royal Guard, Waldor, might not obey the Lord of Man.

The position of the commander of the Imperial Guard was also a means for the emperor to counter internal forces, which may have included the emperor himself.

Hades pondered for a moment.

“Play it by ear.”

He spoke briefly, then turned around and called out somewhat awkwardly to Killieman and Angron, who were still completely unaware of what was going on.

"Uh—well, the green train is half price right now—wait, how do we get up there? And…I have something to tell you guys later, you have to trust me and stay rational."

Guilliman laid Saint Gilles flat on the ground, stared at Hades, and slowly rose.

We will always remain rational and clear-headed.

Guilliman said this aloud, but on the other hand, he used psionic energy to encrypt a conversation with Angron—anyway, Hades couldn't hear it, and even if he did, he couldn't decrypt it.

I have a bad feeling.

I have one too.

Angron replied, and also rose to respond to Hades and Mortarion with a smile.

+Don't be fooled by Mortarion's expressionless face; the spiritual pressure around him indicates he's extremely anxious and uneasy—a state I often see in people who've been caught doing something wrong. +

+……+

Killieman responded with a shocked "No way!" status.

I can't imagine... if the Mortalians knew they were guilty, what exactly did they do?

I heard it.

This was sent by Mortarion.

+. +

The scene was very embarrassing.

Beside Saint Gilles, who lay peacefully on the ground with his hands clasped together, the three Primarchs looked at each other, gazing at one another in silence for a long time.

No one lives in the clam.

Only Hades remained in the dark.

"What's wrong with you guys? Huh???"

He was still mentally preparing himself for the social death scene that was about to unfold.

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

【at the same time】

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the skull seat!!!"

The axe clattered! From the crack in the earth's crust, countless streams of blood energy surged like waves, instantly engulfing buildings of all kinds.

Above Baal, the sun had long since transformed into bloodshot eyes, its pupils shifting as if Khorne were personally observing the battlefield.

The bizarre subspace turbulence formed above the atmosphere, and the Blood Lord's demon army flapped its wings, revealing its ferocious fangs.