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

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As Hades forced his way deeper, Slaanesh's screams of terror became increasingly real.

Hades reached out, he reached out—regardless—extending the dark domain to seize His serpent tail. The disgusting thing vanished in his hand like tofu. He was unwilling, unwilling!!!

Give him to me! Give him to me!!!

Hades roared silently! The warp bound him like shackles, pulling him back along his original path, but he was so unwilling to accept it, watching the mad Slaanesh disappear completely into the vast ocean—

The last thread of reason snapped.

Without regard for anything else, Hades lunges forward one last time!

This time he got what he wanted.

A massive pinkish-purple psionic energy shrieked beneath him. He had long since lost his fixed form, slowly flowing down like a piece of melting black honey. Slaanesh was screaming, screaming desperately, and fleeing in all directions, but a significant portion of him had already been captured.

His spiritual energy struggled to escape through the cracks of darkness, but the remaining part was tightly bound, unable to break free, and was in excruciating pain, slowly approaching the ultimate agony.

Only now may this deity truly understand His followers, truly connect with His followers, and truly perceive everything His followers have experienced.

Slaanesh shrieked.

The curtain slowly fell.

enough.

The being on the ever-changing throne was almost speechless. Tzeentch realized what the Lord of Man's greatest source of confidence was—this was too insane.

He couldn't help but recall his own retreat ten thousand years ago, which had been perilous enough, but this was truly...

Blue feathers swelled up, as if a giant wind stirred by psionic energy was blowing up bird feathers. The warp began to howl, and the ignorant behemoth was forcibly dragged away—it looked furious and extremely unwilling.

It struggled with a dark roar, rolling around like some kind of dark slime, but was still forcibly pushed out of the warp. Before leaving, the dark behemoth almost screamed.

The remains it had devoured... no, the Queen of Pleasure, who was still barely one of the eight corners of chaos, lay sprawled on the spot, looking terrified, utterly horrified, and panting heavily.

The Dark Prince still held Elsa tightly in his hand. Elsa had fainted from fright. It's alright, it's alright, at least Slaanesh wasn't completely devoured...

Tzeentch breathed a brief sigh of relief.

"You fool," He cursed, but He also knew what Slaanesh really wanted—even the youngest queen was involved in the Gambler's Gathering, well, actually, He would.

A glint of wisdom flashed on the feathers of the Lord of All Changes.

From within the warp rift, the monster's roar seemed to echo once more.

Tzeentch instantly withdrew the light from his feathers... it was better to keep a low profile. He glanced at the tattered Slaanesh.

The wise man knew what the dancer wanted to do, and Tzeentch drew runes in the air... in the distance... in the farthest distance... The blue runes on the young fifth man's arm began to twist.

In Comorone, the Lion King, who was wrestling with Conrad, saw Conrad's face suddenly change color.

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

"Fortunately, there were no fatal injuries."

Tarasin said lightly, but he wondered if there really was such a thing as a "fatal wound" in Mortalian.

The Primarch looked terrible, almost twice as compressed by the power of Slaanesh, and mentally terrible as well, unresponsive to anything, just staring intently at the spacetime rift through which Hades had departed.

Wow, that was quite a sight!

Tarachin realized that this was the first time he had ever seen a god flee; it seemed that Slaanesh had temporarily changed his mind in the face of existence.

"Motalian...?"

A hoarse voice rang out.

Karas walked up behind Tarasin, and the invincible figurine king helped to rescue the survivors, then it discovered that a significant proportion of the people were alive next to this Death Guardian psyker.

The original entity showed no reaction.

"Mortarion!"

Karas shouted again, the scales on his face making him look extremely comical.

【…】

Stop thinking about that idiot!

Karas shouted again in exasperation, "I know all this happened quickly, but at least treat them a bit, in case there's another fight later—"

Mortarian glanced sideways, gesturing for Karas to look at the crack.

The crack began to ripple.

The Primarch ignored Karas's rather significant tremor.

【……fine. 】

Mortalian muttered to himself, whether to comfort Karas, himself, or some other being they saw being expelled from the spatial rift, it was unclear.

Is that guy someone they know?

The identical black helmets were hollow, and the area where the face should have been was empty, just like the Void Dragon's. However, the lower half still had the mask, stained with silver tear stains.

The Primarch silently pressed down on the scythe that Karas was about to raise.

【…Hades?】

He called out tentatively, and the next moment, his face returned. Hades looked at them with a sigh of relief.

"Are you alright—I lost them!!!"

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 653 Reunion in the Medical Room

【past】

"how?"

Karas laughed in fury, staring at the Primarch before him and the silent Vox behind him.

"You want me to stay?"

The Undead began, taking a few sudden steps forward and staring defiantly into the Primarch's eyes.

"I'm not allowed to enter the garden with the Death Guard?"

Callas countered,

[...The Storm Starfield needs someone to guard it.]

Motalian said slowly,

"Junior... no."

"Then why not have him come?"

Karas raised his head and nodded his chin at Vox behind Mortalian. Vox remained silent; the two-faced man was already used to Karas's sarcastic remarks.

Mortarian blinked, glanced back at Vox, then turned to look at Karas.

Someone among us needs to stay.

The Primarch patiently explained, but Karas wasn't sure which "we" he was referring to. He didn't intend to press further; he gave a cold laugh, opened his arms,

"As you wish, Your Excellency the Primarch."

Callas smiled.

“I’m going to stay here and build this damn everything.”

【…】

I simply trust you; the rear cannot be breached.

Mortarian walked over, bent down, and patted Karas's shoulder armor. The Primarch took a deep breath, as if considering how to begin.

Aside from me, you are the only one within the Death Guard who is proficient in psionic abilities.

Primitive theory,

We all know what this means...

Behind the Death Guard, there must be someone who knows how to deal with all kinds of chaos. He must be tough enough, strong enough, and never betray you.

Vox is also an option, but the Primarch prefers Karas. There has been enough time for everything to change, and he wants Karas to step forward again.

Karas remained silent, and the old soldier simply walked away dejectedly.

The Primarch straightened up... Sometimes, he might understand Hades's cryptic words, "If you're going to switch sides, don't take me with you."

Although Hades usually says this with the nonsensical phrase, "Hey sis, have some juice!"

If it were him, would he feel dissatisfied? Would he plant a seed of resentment in his heart until he was led astray and corrupted?

Mortarian fell silent.

But he then solidified his belief: Karas would not. Having tasted true despair, Karas would be the most powerful scythe against chaos.

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【now】

"Everything has been arranged for the time being, and all the guards from the Underworld Sect have been deployed."

Hades bowed his head and stepped into the highest-level medical room on the Barbarus Star Ring.

He looked at the two lying on the bed. Mortarion was calm and his eyes were blank. The apothecary didn't know how to heal the Primarch, so he left Mortarion to be alone.

Mortarian concocted a few potions for himself, drank them, and then lay quietly on the bed gazing at the sky, displaying remarkable self-control.

It seems that Slaanesh has left a deep psychological scar on the Primarch, so Mortarion isn't in a hurry to do his work... or something else.

He also dumped all the post-war recovery work on Hades.

However, Karas, who was in the other bed, was not so well-behaved.

His muscles and most of his tissues, even his bones and bone marrow, were ravaged by the extreme cold brought on by his psionic energy. He was able to survive—or rather, not die—only thanks to his Primarch's "Refusal to Die".

The pharmacist has given a strict order: Karas needs to rest and is not allowed to make any strenuous movements until he has fully recovered.

Knowing Karas's character well, the apothecary decisively bound Typhon completely with bandages and plaster, leaving only his face exposed, which, unfortunately, revealed the scales on his face that had been infested with Slaanesh.

It now appears that Karas desperately wants to smash his head against the wall, but the bandages binding him to the bed prevent the veteran from doing so.

Hades entered and saw Mortarion looking blank, and Karas struggling on the bed next to the Primarch.

"..."

Hades silently turned off the hidden camera that Tarasin had installed in the medical room.

"Are you ok?"

Hades asked Mortalian about it, and the Primarch responded. Hades then walked over to Mortalian's bedside—he intended to cleanse Karas of his contamination first.

In fact, Karas was in last place, and Mortarion and Typhon tacitly allowed Hades to take care of the others first.

"I'm bad!!!"

Karas screamed in terror.

"Get away from me!!! Get lost!!!"

"I'll leave after I've cleaned up the pollution for you."

Hades was speechless. Why was Typhon suddenly so terrified? He was the victim, after all.

"Of course, I have something else to ask you."

Hades said he heard hurried footsteps in the hallway and judged that it must be Buzz Bella.

This matter was so significant that it even alarmed the hardworking clerks and oxen who were buried in their work in Terra.

Ignoring Karas's curses, Hades calmly ventured out of the dark realm and casually activated the recording device on his armor.

As Typhon launched into a tirade of profanities, the recording began playing automatically.

“Fighting against a bunch of ugly bastards, even Nurgle looks better than you.”

What followed was even more shocking, but Hades decided to wait until after treating Karas before arguing with him, otherwise Karas was just screaming in agony and Hades wouldn't be able to properly talk to him.

Hades then focused on striking Karas's soul with his Dark Elbow.

On the other side, Mortarian looked away, silently listening to the screams coming from the bed next to his.