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

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Firstly, Hades and his son share a natural resonance, which would make it easier for Booz to make a judgment and might even leave the hypothetical monster in a state of shock for a moment.

If Hades still retains his humanity, then that would be the best possible ending.

The second layer... If Hades has fallen... then for Karas and for the Death Guard, the son of Hades, who flows with Hades' blood, is no longer credible!

Their ultimate purpose was to hinder Hades.

The extermination order was already prepared. Booz's biggest constraint on those mad and pious sages was to prevent them from interfering in the upcoming battle—it was difficult to determine which side they would side with.

Seeing that Booz had given up on Blake, Cobb, who was behind him, looked at the air and nervously tried to pull Blake to his feet.

"Hey, don't be so fixated on this. Our father of genes... isn't quite right?"

Cobb and Black whispered nervously.

"He was a great man, though I don't know why..."

Blake raised his voice, "Perhaps we've misunderstood. Why are we hostile towards him? Master, he has never shown any hostility towards me. Perhaps we should—"

His voice abruptly stopped in the wind.

The desolate Black Sea stirred.

All eyes instinctively turned to it, as if staring at a slowly falling meteor.

Divided in two, the red robes of the mechanical sages, now standing in two separate teams, fluttered in the air. This was a standing salute. Each sage held a piece of parchment hanging to the ground, which contained all of Faos's research and development over the past ten thousand years.

In the bleak wind, the parchment rustled.

This is Phaeos, truly a representative of Om Messiah.

At the very front of the line stood Kirkland, holding nothing and standing stiffly in place; rather than standing at attention, he seemed simply frozen.

Buz swallowed hard.

The darkness rippled and dissipated rapidly like fireworks. That darkness wasn't a pure entity; in an instant, Boots saw arcs of electricity, like veins, growing within it—

His dark eyes reflected that figure.

He was reflected in their eyes.

Hades.

That god surrounded by lightning, metal, flames, and darkness.

The withered gold and silk vanished in His left hand, while His pulsating, fiery heart was restrained by His right hand.

……

……

Booz's heart beat slowly, and his thoughts may have paused for a moment.

He felt a tremor as if his soul had been struck, he felt dizzy, but he still stood firm. He heard the clanging of armor, the sages had already knelt down, and then the sons of Hades, one by one they knelt down.

But Booz was certain that it was a strong sense of oppression and submission. If he hadn't faced more than one traitorous Primarch, perhaps Booz would have surrendered by now.

In the distance, Buzz caught a glimpse of the sons of Hades, who were at least kneeling. Damn it, trying to protect their last shred of dignity, huh? A bunch of little bastards.

In a suffocating moment, Buz thought... there's also that old bastard, Karas sent him to fight this thing?

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and looked at Hades' face, trying to discern something—Karas, you fucking old bastard!

He could have died peacefully on Macurag! He might even have seen Guilliman's spirit before he died!

However, at this moment, Booz saw Hades's unfocused black eyes.

Then—Pluto moved.

Hades opened his mouth and shouted hoarsely, but only coughed up blood. Hades stumbled and ran down the mountain. He almost fell and was in a sorry state, rolling and crawling.

He quickly left the mountaintop.

People just stood there, frozen in place, at a loss, a bewilderment born of shock and stress.

Hades coughed violently, vomiting large amounts of liquid—some of which was blood, and some of which was not, but rather resembled semi-dried lava.

Finally, amidst a gust of wind, they heard Hades' first utterance.

"horse--"

"Magnus?!?!"

Hades ran straight toward Blake, retching as he ran, as if trying to vomit his insides.

"Magnus, you weren't eaten by me, were you?! Magnus!!!"

Hades's piercing scream shattered the silence.

As if responding to Hades's call, a shriek emanated from Blake, and a crimson light shone forth.

【Don't come any closer! Turn off your blacklist!!!】

Buzz's expression seemed to explode.

Oh.

Boots slowly realized that Black had been holding something back from him.

"Thank goodness, Magnus, you're not dead!!! Thank goodness! Thank goodness—I haven't fallen so low!!! Magnus!!! Thank goodness!"

Hades's expression was one of utter relief. He nearly stumbled again upon hearing Magnus's shout, which slowed him down.

Hades hurried past the ranks of the sages, saying apologetically,

"Excuse me, please wait a moment."

"besides--"

Hades casually handed the compressed, imprisoned fragments of the Burner to the gaunt Natural Sage at the head of the group.

"Please keep this for me for now."

Kirkland trembled in disbelief, almost fainting. The sage, who had been given the fire by the gods on the holy mountain, swayed and nearly collapsed.

Magnus—

"Are you alright?! And Blake!!!"

【Don't come any closer!!!】

The crimson giant rose up, and Buzz stiffly turned around, seeing the phantom of the traitorous Primarch Magnus before Black.

Boots lowered his gaze, fixing it on Black, who had already looked away.

Hades took a deep breath and slammed on the brakes. "Okay, I won't go over there!"

He still felt ravenously hungry, and nearly lost control. Hades reached out a hand and wiped his mouth, revealing the cold lower half of a metal mask with metal chains sewn onto the mouth area.

Hades calmed down. Magnus was still alive; the second priority was now confirmed.

I won't eat you.

Hades said that he took a step forward and cautiously approached the stunned group of Hades' sons.

Only now did Hades have the leisure to care about anything else. His gaze unconsciously turned to Buz, and Hades saw a face that looked remarkably like his own. Buz was also looking at him.

This is... the son of Hades.

Hades slowed his pace by a beat; before he could even look away, he had already asked,

"Blake, are you alright?"

Yay, it's gone!

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Warhammer: In the Name of China

Chapter 591 Masters Clash

It's hard to evaluate Buz.

He was even more shocked by the fact that he had met the father of genetics.

What shocked him even more was the idea that the father of genetics was disguised as a green-skinned man and cultivating a green mushroom empire.

Or perhaps, it was the realization that his mission to meet the father of genetics was to monitor whether he was going out of control that shocked him even more.

But the truth is—this absurd fact overshadowed all the shock, presenting him with a huge shock all at once.

The only good news is that Pluto himself seems to be, perhaps, maybe, not out of control.

But given Pluto's appearance, Booz believes their genetic father needs to fill out a psychological report within the chapter.

It's hard to say, let's wait and see.

Perhaps even more shocking than Hades playing a green-skinned character is that he's accompanied by a red-skinned one.

This red-skinned person is protected by the academically excellent son of Hades.

Booz wasn't sure if the training program for the Son of Hades had been changed after he fell into a deep sleep, or for some other reason... This feeling was buried beneath a multitude of complex thoughts, suppressed in a corner of his mind by the small thought of needing to write a report to the Grey Knights.

Did other legions experience such a breathtaking scene when they saw their father of genes?

Booth couldn't help but ask himself the same question, and then he came to an answer that brought him peace of mind.

No, only they are like that.

Only he stood there, slightly embarrassed, with the thought of calling the fleet to issue an extermination order at any time. Behind him stood Hades' little bastards, and in front of him stood old Hades, who was talking to the Imperial traitor Primarch Magnus, and another little bastard.

What disgusted Booz was that he was taking advantage of the brief intervals between Hades' communication with Magnus and Black to brazenly scrutinize Hades—

He may have initially been assessing the danger posed by Pluto, but that assessment is gradually transforming into a kind of appreciation...

The former regent of the empire, the imperial hero who established the dual religions within the empire, finally saw the figure for whom he had once sworn an oath.

If you temporarily ignore the nonsense uttered by Hades, Boots will find that the man is no different from what he imagined...

...He was very big, with a large and dark body, and he could use some kind of unknown ability. No, it seems that Hades could use at least two or more unknown abilities.

Every gesture exudes power.

In a daze, Boozle felt that somewhere deep inside him, he must have felt a pang of emotion. He had faced the rebellious Primarchs, and that terrifying power had left a deep impression on him. It was an end that he, and all mortals, could never reach in their lifetime.

This powerful individual strength... in the years that Booz had lived, he had only seen it possessed by the rebels; the stars of the Empire had long since fallen.

But now, he's back...

……

"It's good that you're alright, Blake,"

Hades slowly rose and gently patted Black's shoulder armor, even though the sons of Hades and the sages stood bewildered not far away (Hades had them stand up).

But Hades chose to check the status of Black and Magnus first.

Hades believes he may have been a little impatient with Black and Magnus during his time leading the Greenskins—he needed to make sure these two men around him weren't affected by it.

To Hades' relief, Blake's mental state was stable and even improving. After Hades repeatedly assured him that he wouldn't bite him, the terrified Magnus fell silent.

Having already fought the Tyranid fleet, wrestled with Black, and dealt with the tricks of the Celestial Deceiver, Primarch Magnus was already extremely weak.

Swear to me, you will betray—Pluto.

Magnus said in a soft voice

Hades and his son will respect the great sage Magnus.

Hades paused, glancing at Booz and the other Hades' sons behind the one who appeared to be the leader of the Hades' chapter.

"I can assure you that I will respect you,"

Hades's deep voice came from behind the mask.

"As long as you behave normally and do not betray me, Magnus, I will do my best to ensure your safety and comfort—but son of Hades?"

Hades turned to the side. "You'll have to ask them."

The two giants' gazes both fell on Boots, making him feel like an innocent spectator suddenly thrust into the spotlight—

Buz sent a radio signal that canceled the extermination order without leaving a trace.