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

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"Sergeant Black—why—"

"I applied for it myself."

"It's closer to Pluto here," Blake said.

This is the truth. Hades left the Hades Chapter to oversee the architectural renovations in the previous star system, while Hades, under the pretext of being invited by the Primarch, slipped away to the Barbarus star system ahead of time.

He didn't even take Blake with him; he just ran off on his own—almost impatiently.

So Blake followed along on his own.

Because it had been immersed in the Nagore Domain for a long enough time—and there were still many wondrous things beneath the deck of the Resilient—the ship was not allowed to enter the depths of the Barbarus system, but instead remained anchored at the outermost edge of the system.

Blake's frankness stunned Morag. The legion commander sighed inwardly and waved his hand.

“Okay,” he handed Blake the access key, “Go ahead.”

Blake nodded and turned to leave.

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"This is insane!"

"They've gone mad, they've gone mad, they've really gone mad."

Fabius Bayer let out a twisted, sinister grin, the medical equipment behind him clicking as he thought of Abaddon—that poor wretch manipulated by Chaos.

In the end, he couldn't escape this fate either.

“You don’t have to go,” muttered the guy next to him, who was completely limp from the pills and liquid, drooling. “The Great Being didn’t order you to, did it?”

Bayer smiled.

"Although—I have a little bit of power and freedom—if I were to refuse—I think I'd better not refuse, you fool!"

Fabius roared,

"Have you forgotten when His last command was? That was thousands of years ago—and it did indeed severely damage the empire. He rarely gives commands because they are unnecessary!"

And now… Fabius stared painfully at the screen in front of him. Countless warbands that had converted to Slaanesh were continuously leaping out of the warp spurs. With a single thought from the Lord of Pleasure, these high-drinking guys could forget everything else and just wanted to bring all their gear and rush over for a good time.

"Too sudden, too sudden," Fabius wondered. "What could have piqued the interest of the Lord of Pleasure?"

Even Hades—Hades has already returned long ago, so why choose this particular time?

Fabius couldn't figure it out, nor did he want to delve into it, but Slaanesh had already promised him the fruits of this victory—if he succeeded and completed this vote, Slaanesh would allow him to find the real genetic technology, and... give him a wisp of the Primarch's remnant soul.

When his thoughts touched upon the Primarch, Bayer felt his heart stop for a moment.

He had always thought the Primarch had completely vanished—but no—Slaanesh still retained the Primarch's last vestiges of his soul, and he… he could use his genes to reshape the Primarch's body.

That perfect king...

Fabius was silent for a moment, the alarm and his colleagues’ groans pulling him back to reality, but the harsh reality was that he had to complete this big job first.

But this... this is not good.

Bayer's smile froze. Even Abaddon wasn't foolish enough to challenge Death Guard head-on.

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"so!"

Hades shouted as he sat up from the cold ground.

"Why—why is this happening again?! Void dragons can create illusions too?!"

He was back in the scene where he first encountered the Void Dragon—instead of actually standing inside the maze.

"Death! Tarasin! Where are you?!"

Hades shouted, and he stood up.

"And—" he opened his arms, "Void Dragon—where are you?!"

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 646 Supplies Must Be Provided Before the Great Battle

At least they're not fraudsters.

Tarasin thought this to himself and casually tapped the Hypercube Maze beside him—commonly known as the Star God Pokémon Ball, which he had brought with him one or two extra.

The labyrinth before the cosmic necromancer was flowing with an eerie sense of time and space—the power of the Void Dragon. The Lord of Man had used a trick to imprison the dragon with its own power, an unbelievable feat.

Now, those droplets, shimmering with an eerie light, were trembling ominously. Tarasin knew, of course, what had disturbed them. Perhaps it wasn't Death, who had just stepped into the labyrinth with a solemn expression, but rather Hades, who had stumbled and fallen into the labyrinth.

Hmm... the Void Dragon doesn't seem to welcome Hades very much.

Tarachin placed his hands in front of his eyes, gazing into the distance, trying to see something tangible in the illusory labyrinth.

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"Mota—Motalian—!!!"

Hades shouted, his voice carrying far away, but no one answered him. It all felt like a dream, but at least Hades was dressed now.

Well, he's like an emperor who rode a mule to fight a dragon back then.

Hades scratched his head and looked at the sword in his hand with a puzzled expression. It seemed to be a standard weapon, but Hades felt it was a bit awkward to use. So, with his will, the tattered sword in his hand transformed into a tattered scythe.

Okay, it'll do for now.

Hades thought of this and started walking forward.

………………

It got dark quickly.

Hades felt somewhat frustrated. He still hadn't found anything, as if something was trapping him—or perhaps the dragon didn't want to see him. He lit a fire based on his existing memories and began to wait listlessly for dawn.

Flames danced in his eyes.

In a daze, Hades saw a crimson giant on the other side of the fire.

He blinked, and the phantom disappeared. Hades subconsciously touched his waist—Magnus wasn't there; he had temporarily entrusted the Primarch to the Grey Knights for safekeeping. Hades now only had a small gadget resembling a cricket cage on his waist, with a small red worm hopping around inside.

Hades remained silent for a moment.

Then, something emerged from the darkness. Hades heard the children crying and laughing, and they seemed to be far away from him—this was a good thing.

Immediately afterwards, Hades smelled a sweet, rotten aroma that lingered around his nose, followed by a loud laugh. The next moment, the fire flickered.

Hades' eyes widened suddenly.

Between light and darkness, a disheveled humanoid figure lay on the ground, but only for a moment—the next instant, beside Hades' scythe, everything fell silent once more.

……

Hades dared not let his guard down any longer; he realized that lighting a fire would invite chaos—he had not yet found Mortarion, and he needed to reunite with the Primarch first.

Hades thought for a moment, then extinguished the fire and set off again. Beside the embers of the fire, darkness quickly swallowed the silhouettes of the pedestrians, and they merged into one, as if he had originally come from the darkness.

"Mota—Motalian—!!!"

Hades shouted, realizing that his last encounter with the dragon was guided by the Emperor and Macado, but this time—clearly Mortarion didn't have the Emperor's power—Hades had to find his own way.

The Dark Domain was useless here, and might even accidentally harm Mortalian. Hades began to focus his attention. As he pondered, emerald arcs of electricity rose around him, and then—

extinguished.

Ugh?

Hades looked up, and in the distance, a long and angry roar echoed.

Could it be because his original power came from the Void Dragon, which is why his Void Dragon abilities are now being suppressed?

???

Hades tried again with the Star God Lightning and Liquid Metal—undoubtedly, he couldn't use them now, as if he had forcibly swallowed a silenced mage.

Hades felt a little relieved, after all, his Dark Domain was completely ineffective against the Star God, and the ability he was most comfortable with still came from the Void Dragon.

Hades began trying to draw upon the powers of other Star Gods, those from the Nightbringers, or... even those from the Deceitful.

"Tarasin—Motarian!!!"

Hades kept trying to call for reinforcements, but unfortunately, his next Star God skill was almost off cooldown, and there was still no sign of any teammates.

He hoped that Motarrian and Tarasin were alright.

Hades took a deep breath. When was the first time he used the Void Dragon skill? Was it when he was blasted away? It seemed that every time he unleashed his Celestial God potential, it was when his survival instinct exploded.

Hades fell silent. The night was quiet, and he didn't want to see his dying companion because his support had failed—perhaps the Void Dragons had deliberately kept Hades out of contact with Mortarion, after all, this was the dragons' home turf.

Sigh... He's been working on official documents for too long, and he's not quite used to being a middleman back on the battlefield.

He needs to hurry.

Mortarian... and please, Tarasin, nothing bad happens to him...

Hades sighed inwardly. Although he looked dejected, something far more terrifying crept up from beneath his feet as he pulsed.

die……

He was a seasoned veteran, so he no longer needed to suffer a fatal wound to unleash his berserk state like before.

Hades remained silent. Unleashing the potential of the Star God would consume a great deal of energy and seemed to have a negative impact on his mind. In a daze, Hades saw a massive death.

From the Night Embracers.

The Nightbringers, the most terrifying star gods in the galaxy, feed on the suffering of other races, and can cause hundreds of millions of deaths upon their birth.

Death, death, death. He saw corpses, saw worms swarming after the corpses rotted... Was this what Mortarian was also feeling?

It's hard to say; the feeling of the subspace might be more fantastical.

Hades thought to himself, a hazy, gray veil of gloom shrouded him, making his figure look like a monster in the fog, his white hair appearing even darker, and Hades felt the fat inside his body burning fiercely.

He heard a faint scream coming from his waist.

He was a little hungry, but still able to endure it. Darkness emanated from beneath his feet, but it wasn't a black zone—it wasn't a black zone at all.

Hades had patiently listened to people’s cries and fears about the Darklands, a place that was nauseating and weak. But now, the darkness beneath his feet, emanating from the Nightbringers, only brought pain.

He himself could also feel the feedback from the darkness, not just the hazy feeling of the Black Domain. He was delighted, but this was not good.

Hades paused for a moment, trying to control the night-like darkness. Because of his experience in controlling the dark domain (?), he quickly figured out how to control the darkness.

Hades stretched out his hand, and darkness writhed between his fingers like a flowing mass of antimatter. Perhaps he had already learned to use the Nightbringer's skills, but he had always resisted this feeling. Besides, the Void Dragon's skills were already good enough.

Hades tried to attach the Dark Domain to this mass of darkness, and the process went surprisingly smoothly—it was as if a person had suddenly grown an appendage. Hades first learned to manipulate this appendage, and then a similar appendage appeared in the same location—only from another dimension.

Now, Hades gazed at the dark mass in his hand, now possessing advanced technology that maxed out both physical and magical damage.

The darkness beneath his feet snaked out like a spiderweb. Hades realized what was resisting him, what was blinding his eyes. The darkness began to devour, and the world began to collapse.

With each passing moment of darkness, Hades's joy grew, seemingly a pure reflection of the Nightbringers' power—Hades now understood why the Star Gods had all gone mad.

In the long, dark night, the dragon's roar grew more and more mournful.

--found it.

Hades raised an eyebrow. In just three minutes and one second, he had rapidly thinned, making his face look even more frightening.

Hades thought, "I have to hurry." He raised his hand, and the scythe in his hand was covered in darkness. The space in front of him distorted, as if it had been cut open out of thin air. A smooth wound appeared in front of Hades, and he stepped into it without hesitation.

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【cowardice!!!】

Mortarian roared, his giant scythe drawing a full moon, and sonic booms echoed in layers!

The giant before the Primarch did not respond. The silver giant rose high, its empty face devoid of any emotion, while a savage, emerald-green electric dragon hissed around it. Facing the Grim Reaper's scythe, the Void Dragon's mind stirred—

clang!

The black rocks that suddenly floated into the air blocked Mortarion's attack, and the rubble clattered down from beneath the trembling scythe. A bright green light shone on the side of Mortarion's face.

Dimensional Lightning!

Mortarion retreated sharply, but it was too late! The Primarch decisively flapped its wings, and a fierce arc of electricity burst forth like dazzling fireworks on one side of its wing. The Primarch spewed out a mouthful of poisonous mist, and the look in its eyes became even more ruthless.

"You're afraid," the Primarch commented, dust falling from his charred wings. In the intensely hot arena created by the Void Dragon's electric arcs, Mortalian's body was rapidly cooling down. "You didn't even dare release him, Void Dragon."

Mortalian saw the lightning around the Celestial pause for a moment, and then the Primarch noticed the Void Dragon's form distorting—