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

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He stared blankly at the Mona Lisa behind the dining table.

He suddenly felt nauseous.

From the depths of His spinal cord, His entire consciousness was protesting.

That was something he would rather die than swallow... What was it? What was it?

What happened after that?

Hades lowered his head, trembling—

He saw Macado in the bowl.

??? !!! ...

Makado?!

Hades, suddenly regaining his senses, immediately recalled everything. A repulsive force, different from reality, pulled him away, and he instantly fell out of the darkness—

Snapped! ! ! !

High atop the mountain, Hades gripped the fraudster's throat tightly, and black mist, like chains, coiled around the fraudster's body.

Hot lava flowed from the corner of his tightly clenched lips.

"eat?"

He stared at the fraudster, who then realized that the knife that had broken the deadlock for him was one that He Himself had provided.

The Emperor…the Emperor…that subspace being?!

How could this be?!

The fraudster struggled to break free, but being weak to begin with, it was now powerless to fight back.

"Eat your mother's ass."

The darkness beneath Hades' feet leaped up!

The next moment, the fraudster's roar exploded like a thunderclap!

…………

Meanwhile, Blake, bound by the fraudster's gravity, collapsed to the ground. Ignoring Magnus's screams, he quickly activated the communication channel.

"Black, son of Hades! Requesting backup!"

Above the starry sky, Booz remained silent, and finally...

"Accept the request for help."

………………

The figure on the throne raised his eyes and continued to gaze at the farce unfolding in the garden.

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Swallow.

hunger.

as well as……

Makado.

? !

Stars shattered, Hades tightened his grip, and black mist moved with his will, enveloping the mountain peak. In his other hand, the lava heart groaned, and the cracks in the earth breathed in unison.

He recalled his past with astonishment, feeling terrified and fearful of his own abnormal behavior.

Even though he was still very hungry.

Hades felt his blood throbbing, burning hot; he may have just consumed a small portion of the Burners in the illusion.

This force burned within him, causing him to feel anger instinctively.

Realizing this, Hades remained silent, his expression as cold as a statue.

In a daze, he heard the fraudster's angry curses and pleas for mercy; the Star God even seemed to be cursing Makado—

In the darkness, which felt like layers of shackles, the fraudster struggled to escape, but the gravitational pull of Hades held him back, preventing him from hiding in illusions or other dimensions.

...Let's deal with this trouble first, as soon as possible, immediately, right away... Hades exhaled black gas.

No… Macado… no no no… Magnus…

Make Him...this guy...pay the price for his actions.

"Why are you so insistent on feeding me?"

Hades inquired via radio waves, his calm face reminding the Deceiver of that damned Void Dragon—the same expressionless face.

The fraudster forced a smile, which meant there was still room for negotiation. He suppressed his dissatisfaction and anger and tried to send a signal for peace talks—but Hades interrupted him directly.

“I recognize you,”

Darkness surged from Hades' single eye, while silver tears welled in his metallic pupil.

“...fraudster.”

Hades wearily transmitted information through his consciousness, while at the same time, the Deceiver felt darkness suddenly gather around him, and he desperately tried to communicate.

[but--]

"Shh!...You know what,"

Pluto interrupted the fraudster, slowly but clearly imprinting his will into the fraudster's mind.

“When dealing with riddle-solving people like you, I usually beat you up and then kill you.”

? !

The next moment, darkness descended!

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

The earth was cracked, and poisonous gas rising from the fissures pounded against the armor. The world was dark, with only the semi-solidified magma emerging from the cracks illuminating the wilderness.

Booz looked up as sages from Phaeus thronged around him, their red robes fluttering against his armor as they rushed toward the holy site in ecstasy. He stared in disbelief at the mountain peak shrouded in black mist.

Behind him were the seventh and eighth groups of Hades' sons, who were on high alert, but now, all the Hades' sons subconsciously looked up at the miracle before them.

Upon landing on Earth, discipline was quietly broken. No one knew how to handle the situation; they were overwhelmed by shock and tension, completely at a loss.

At the summit, darkness silently watches over all living beings.

Its edges are smooth, like a calm ocean.

The mechanical sages were celebrating.

Fortunately, the training provided by the Underworld Prince was adequate, preventing the warriors from instinctively trembling, or...

kneel.

Booz swallowed hard. This was a special situation that Karas had never given him before, and he was a little unsure of what was going on—but he was prepared.

If he observes anything amiss with Hades, Booz will not hesitate to activate the extermination order.

...However, given the current situation...he was standing on a planet that had been torn apart and then closed up by immense force. Would the extermination order still be effective against this kind of creature?

Or rather, can that kind of existence truly be called a living being?

He may not be a living being, but he is still their father.

Buz was amused by his sudden, whimsical idea, which pulled him out of his innate tremor. He forced his gaze away from the great being and looked to the side.

At least that darkness remains silent, and it doesn't seem likely to change anytime soon.

In this situation... apart from a large number of extermination orders, individual human intervention is not very effective. When Buz recalled the scene when he faced the Blood Red Alpha back then... he had long since let it go.

Booz remained silent. He gestured to Groups Seven and Eight to stand by, then walked to the side. Not far away, the pitiful, wounded, and isolated son of Hades was kneeling there. His wounds had long been corroded by sulfur gas, revealing a pale color.

Realizing that Buz was walking towards him, Black flinched for a moment and quietly hid the Magnus Stone.

"Quiet."

"Blake said in a low voice."

"Are you alright, Blake?"

"Booz said, turning back with amusement, as Kober from Group 8 instructed him to come along, and Booz agreed."

Urgent footsteps sounded, and a bearded man, gazing at the dark mountain peak, came running. When he saw Cobb approaching, Black paused.

"Moderately injured, guild leader."

Blake answered listlessly. After confirming that Blake was conscious and not possessed, Boots immediately spoke.

"Do you know anything about the father of genetics, Blake Butcher?"

The warrior in the green-skinned armor gritted his teeth, as if what he was about to say would require a great deal of resolve.

"Pluto's condition...is not right."

Black lowered his voice, and Buz heard Kober gasp behind him. Buz wasn't surprised. He checked again to make sure the darkness on the mountaintop hadn't changed, and the sages had simply stopped and started their praises, without any intention of continuing forward.

Is he moody?

"Perhaps you also crave psionic powers?" Boots asked as casually as possible.

When the word "psychic" was mentioned, Boots keenly noticed a subtle change in Black's expression.

Something's definitely not right...

Blake did not give Booz a direct answer, which further confirmed Booz's suspicions... Things were heading in the worst possible direction, which Booz was not surprised by at all.

This perfectly aligns with Karas's warning to him.

The darkness remained unresponsive.

Booz took the scythe off his back, its dim light flashing in his hand—a pre-arranged signal, even though those bastards were still staring intently into the darkness… but their weapons were clearly ready.

Boots silently heard faint breathing sounds on the communication channel.

I wonder if being killed by the father of genetics right after meeting him is an honor or a disgrace to them.

Booz bent down to try and pull Blake up, but Blake refused. The Butcher seemed to realize what they were trying to do, and he shook his head in surprise.

"He's just...he's just a little...abnormal,"

Blake stammered as he spoke.

"Pluto loves us, this could be... a conspiracy by the enemy."

“We can try to wake him up… The Death Guard did the same thing back then… as long as some of them are sacrificed…”

Buz gestured for silence, then calmly shook his head.

“Those are all rumors, Blake,”

There was a hint of sadness in his voice, “Actually, I have seen the cause of death report. It is said that the death of the legendary Morag, who stopped the Pale Lord, occurred midway through that calamity.”

“I don’t know the details, but the truth is that the Soulless army arrived, wounded the Pale Lord at a terrible cost, and banished Him.”

"It was not the Death Guard and the rumored Son of Hades who, together with Morag and the psionicists, awakened the Pale Lord."

Booz tried to pull Black up again.

"Besides, even if the rumors are true, where are you going to find a psychic?"

Black, pale-faced, rejected Buz again. Seeing this, Buz gave up and straightened up, pondering the upcoming war.

There's not much they can do. They will try their best to record Pluto's condition, injure him as much as possible, and then send the information to the Death Guard.

Karas had two concerns about sending Hades' son over.