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

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Moreover, it was our previous approach that led to that tragedy; we thought a tougher approach was necessary then… Now it seems there were far better ways, and they shouldn't have been treated so cruelly.

Mortarian sneered.

You always care too much about everyone else's thoughts, lives, and feelings, you idealistic blond guy.

I don't think there's anything wrong with it—I don't want to argue with you now, Mortarian; perhaps I'm wrong.

Guilliman said that, whether it was because of the darkness or because of his apology, the golden light around him dimmed, making Guilliman look rougher and more human.

Guilliman admitted his mistake too quickly. Hades saw Mortalian remain silent for a moment, then give a dry laugh.

【Not interesting. 】

Mortarian whispered, making sure only Hades heard him. Hades pursed his lips and gave Mortarian a light kick from behind.

Mortarion was naturally somewhat gloating. Even though the Pale Lord felt sympathy and sorrow for this, he was still gloating, especially since he had been personally chained to the Demonbane Platform by Guilliman and others back then.

Mortarian flapped his wings, which looked as if his grey cloak had shaken, and jumped over the topic.

Killieman paid no attention to the little incident behind him and led them onward. It was a cascading cavern, and after a dense array of defensive works, the space abruptly ended at a crack in the ground.

The crevice was extremely high, but just wide enough for the Primarch to pass sideways. Looking inside, countless tiny cracks climbed the wall, seeping with blood.

This doesn't seem very friendly to Hades.

[The second layer of defense, the Crimson Labyrinth—influenced by the archangel imprisoned here, this labyrinth is constantly growing.]

Guilliman said that he raised one hand, his expression solemn, and in the hazy golden light between the Regent's palms, a pure white feather drifted down and landed in his hand.

This is the last of the angel's white feathers.

Killieman said he lowered the torch in his other hand and sent the white feather into the firelight.

Only the radiant light of Saint Gilles' nobility can guide us on the right path and dispel the pollution of this stagnant spiritual energy.

A pure and warm white light burst forth and blazed fiercely. Apart from Hades, almost everyone present felt a warm, spring-like sensation.

【alright. 】

Guilliman turned around, ready to lead everyone on, but he suddenly stopped when he saw Hades.

"I think you've realized that."

Hades said resentfully.

Logically speaking, Mortarion's size might be comparable to Hades', but the Pale Lord is vertically oriented, and his side profile and width are even one-third of those of a typical robust Primarch.

Guilliman fell silent. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words he uttered seemed weak and powerless at that moment.

Hades walked over silently, turned to the side to compare the sizes, and thought, "Great, he can't get past this state."

[Initially designed, this width was intended to prevent the winged Saint Gilles from escaping, while ensuring that our largest brother could pass through.]

Guilliman was referring to Vulcan as his "greatest brother".

I didn't expect you to...

Hades was certain he saw a fleeting, helpless, bitter smile on Guilliman's lips.

It has grown again.

The sound of a dead man coughing rang out; don't misunderstand, it was Mortarian laughing.

"..."

"There's no other way, I will transform into the form of a star god and attack."

Hades said he couldn't stand Mortalian's dead man's laughter anymore, so gloating, so purely mocking without any other emotion, like a boomerang that intercepted lunch ten thousand years ago finally returning.

Guilliman's eyes widened. He raised his torch and saw darkness gather around Hades like a storm, and Hades' figure vanished in an instant.

At this moment, Hades is no longer a pure entity, but rather a mixture of gaseous and solid states.

"Walk."

Hades's deep voice came from the darkness, and he felt Waldo's piercing gaze from behind.

"Come on."

Hades urged again; he couldn't take it anymore. This was 80.

"Cough cough."

Killieman coughed a few times, then without hesitation, he squeezed into the narrow gap, holding the torch high in front of him. The capillary-like threads around the wall instantly contracted when they touched the light.

The pure light guided their way, and they began to move. Mortarian was the most relaxed, as his size was perfectly suited to this place.

This time, in order not to affect the torchbearers ahead, Hades followed at the back. He simply removed the enchantments from the area, and everything touched by the darkness was devoured.

The maze was intricate and complex. They were descending as a whole. From these narrow gaps came shrill screams like the cries of ghosts. Dark red liquid, like blood, accumulated at their feet. The deeper they went, the stronger the smell of blood became.

Tick, tick.

Every now and then, liquid dripped from above onto their faces, then slid down slowly, thick and cold.

In the end, except for Hades, who had no physical form, almost everyone was soaked in blood.

【Coming. 】

"With each step I took, I looked weaker," Killieman said hoarsely.

Mortalian recognized this as an echo of the events of that year; self-blame and the warp mapping reverberated through Guilliman, making him increasingly weak.

The Pale Lord also felt a certain pressure. In those shrill cries, he seemed to hear the roar of his own bloody battle against Saint Gilles.

It seems that Hades will be the main force this time—which is why Guilliman was in such a hurry to have Hades come.

A faint red light appeared around the next corner, and Mortarian stopped abruptly because Guilliman in front of him had suddenly stopped moving.

In fact,

Guilliman's voice, weak and almost dying, rang out. He turned his head, revealing a smile more painful than a grimace.

I don't know Angron's current state; he may have already sacrificed himself, or worse—he has fallen into corruption as well.

Baal's psionic field can completely isolate the psionic energy deep underground, so he has no way of judging whether Angron is alright based on the state of the World Eater.

Mortarian fell silent, looking at Guilliman, who stood before him as if rooted to the spot.

That incident was a huge blow to Guilliman. He believed it was a serious dereliction of duty on his part, and therefore he had to personally send his two brothers to the dungeon.

Mortarian pondered for a moment.

I think the third layer of defense is Angron?

Guilliman nodded, and before the Regent could say anything more, Mortarian reached out and snatched the torch from Guilliman's hand.

【Then I'll go first】

Mortarian gave a mocking smile, his wrinkles deepening.

I remember the kick he gave me very clearly.

throat!

The dull thud of metal striking stone echoed as the Lord of Death's scythe struck the stone, sparking as it struck the rock.

【Walk. 】

Motalian said.

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 710 Saint Gilles, Saint Gilles!!!

Walking on the dividing line between the hazy and the clear, strolling between pools of blood and stench.

…………

"Remember your mission,"

The middle-aged man, looking weary, held his hand. Lupecal's pupils trembled; the Lord of Mankind in his eyes had never been so close to a mortal as he was now.

“Bring back the conscience of Saint Gilles is what you should and must do—I cannot lose both of you.”

…………

The Wolf God, dressed only in simple clothes, stumbled forward, the rusty, towering statues standing silently around him, only to disappear into the past again with each step he took.

Panting, panting.

The spiritual pressure here was immense. Horus could feel an indescribable rage, like a beast trapped in its own mind for ten thousand years, snorting and trying to break free.

A faint white light emanated from the blood mist.

!

Horus immediately began his trek in that direction, but as if sensing his presence, the stone statues, along with the heavens and earth, collapsed towards him, and countless emaciated arms reached out from the knee-deep bloodstains, grabbing him and trying to hold him back.

Why the betrayal?!

The ghostly wail suddenly exploded, accompanied by a surge of psionic energy. Horus was startled, stumbled, lost his balance, and fell face-first downwards—

[Good brother, don't collapse here.]

A large, warm hand suddenly grabbed him; the calluses on it were thicker than steel plates.

The one with the right power pulled up his brother, who had been forced into the Blood Angel's domain. Horus looked up in surprise and saw a weathered but calm face, with golden eyes outlined in scarlet staring at him. So familiar, yet so strange.

[An... Angron? ! 】

Horus cried out; he had never imagined encountering Angron here.

As was his custom, Horus, the Lord of Mankind, did not tell him what he might encounter on this journey. He simply took Horus's hand and told him that he trusted him.

I never expected it would be you.

Angron turned his head and stared into the distance, as if something was rushing towards him.

Blood dripped from the battle axe in his hand, and the Lord of Will and Power seemed to have been soaked in blood countless times. Apart from the varying shades of red, there was no other color on his body.

Horus saw the curve of Angron's lips; Angron seemed to want to say "Killiman," but he ultimately didn't utter the words.

Since it's you who's here,

Angron didn't look at Horus, and muttered to himself,

"Then it must be the command of the Lord of Humanity—come, follow me, I will take you to his resting place."

The Lord of Red Sand sighed.

Okay, that's something I can imagine.

Angron immediately turned around, changed direction, and began to stride forward. He gestured for Horus to follow, and the Wolf God could only follow in a disheveled manner.

This scene might have been a bit embarrassing for Horus, but given that he was still in a situation where he hoped to die but was directly thrown over by the Lord of Man to save the archangel, Horus decided to ignore his incompetence.

You don't seem surprised?!

Horus shouted, and Angron in front of him, like a god of war, smashed the stone sculptures that rushed towards them with his axe and arms.

Aren't you worried that I might harm you?

This statement seems stupid, and it really is stupid. Angron gave a helpless smile and roared.

Only one person will forgive the betrayer Horus Lupecal, and only one person can approach the fallen Saint Gilles—I'd love to beat you all up, but not now.

Horus does not reject the idea of ​​"betrayal".

A clear light flashed in Angron's eyes; he had made his decision.

Horus came to prove that the Lord of Mankind did not intend to destroy Sanguiles.

I spent a thousand years...

Angron turned and swung his axe, smashing the hideous vampire statues to pieces, blood splattering from the exploding stone.

I tried to ease Saint Gilles's heartache, but it was in vain—the archangel forbade my approach; his authority was reserved for only a select few.

Destroying Saint Gilles is simple; just send "him" over—he has the power to ignore all rules.

Angron's eyelids twitched. Strangely enough, he couldn't recall his comrade's name or what he looked like.

But he remembered him deeply because he had once helped him a great deal.

Did he return the favor? It seems not.