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Arek studied the map, constantly comparing it with battle reports. He pondered and deliberated.
Finally, he said, "In sending troops, we at least need to remind our Euclius army."
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【Storm Starfield】
“It seems we are lucky,”
Mechanical insect legs rustled across the deck, a red robe draped down, and a mechanical hand gracefully reached out to grasp the photograph in Tian Shi Barry's hand.
"Thanks for the protection of Hades."
Kim-306 held up the photograph, its mechanical eyes flashing as if verifying its authenticity.
"...It was him."
"it's him."
A mechanical voice rang out calmly. Beside him stood the former commander of the Underworld Legion, the former regent of the empire.
Buzz Bella tilted her head curiously, but decided to first lift the Sky Lion Barry lying on the ground.
"Thank you, warrior. The son of Hades and the Death Guard will remember your kindness."
“Oh, okay, we’ll go find your lover right away—oh, okay, not lover, but comrade-in-arms Ms. Tess.”
Booz said, then turned his head away.
"Aren't you excited, Sage Jin?"
Booz handed the Celestial Lion over to the apothecary and then directed the Underworld Prince and the Guardians of the Faith to search other areas.
Jin held the photograph up to the light; the white light shone down, making it shimmer and sparkle.
“I only feel a calm joy,” Kim-306 said. “We did not let him down—and he did not let us down either. He has finally returned, and the songs we have sung for thousands of years are not lies.”
Booz swallowed hard. He remembered the letter from Karas that he had opened after being dragged out of the stasis field.
The resentment and anger inside almost overflowed from the hurried handwriting, and what was written inside made Buz feel cold.
This is why Booz is here. After hundreds of years of playing Tai Chi with all sorts of humans, Booz has already reached a high level of mastery.
Kim admired the photo for a while, then lowered the robotic arm and shared it with Buz.
Booz's breath caught in his throat for a moment. In the photograph, he saw a face that bore a striking resemblance to his own—but more ruthless, younger, more passionate, and more magnificent.
If it weren't Jin or Booz here, but any random Hades' son or mechanical sage, they might faint from excitement.
"……Oh."
Booz said he couldn't resist touching the small photograph, "Is this Hades?"
“It’s him, it’s him,” Kim said softly. “I remember what he looks like.”
Booz blinked, forcibly pulling himself out of his thoughts, and turned to look at the little guy beside Hades.
He had seen with his own eyes the corrupted Primarchs and their muddled offspring who followed them into corruption.
“Lucky little fellow,” he remarked, “I bet he’s the happiest son of Hades.”
“Of course he is,” Kim said. “I remember him—but that doesn’t matter anymore, we’re going to find Hades now.”
“But…” Buz interrupted, “first tell me what’s going on here, how have they been wandering around this star system for so long? Jin, how did you find them?”
Jin's mechanical eyes flashed, and the Great Sage lowered his head, pressing down on Buz like a small mountain.
Buz remained unmoved.
“Star God,” King said, “this is a little trick of the Star God… but I don’t know which one it is, as you can see, it’s not here.”
Jin's voice carried a slight hint of unease.
"An even more ancient being has its eyes on our Lord..."
“And I worry,” King looked at the photo again, “that Hades himself is unaware of it.”
Hades in the photo looks like he's having a really good time.
That's it! Great!
Chapter 575 Battle! So exhilarating! Shout!
"WAAAAGH!!! Just to touch his face!!!"
Boom boom boom—boom boom boom—the engine hummed and sputtered as a black-painted bomber swept across the horizon, sparks flying beneath it as super-spraying guns blared.
boom! boom! boom!
A cloud of dirt kicked up beside the speeding motorcycles. "WAAAAGH!!! Hey, aim further away! You shot the wrong guy!!!"
The motorcyclist raised his hand and fired several shots at the sky-high explosion.
A violent roar suddenly erupted beside it, and an even cooler, larger, flashy car kicked up dust, its studded tires almost crushing a green-skinned kid.
"Hahaha, you're too weak! We're catching up! I'm going to take the lead!"
Tied to the flashy gun-wielding car, the little devil on the front of the car screamed desperately.
"So what if you drive a big truck?!"
The first motorcyclist, with a black ribbon tied around his head, immediately veered to the right, and with a whoosh, his motorcycle collided with the clattering car, sparks flying everywhere!
The driver, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a gun, leaned half his body out of the window, glaring fiercely at the motorcyclist.
"You bastard, what are you looking for—"
Buzz—Whoosh—Boom!
The deafening roar of the engine drowned out the shouts and curses. The massive object hovering in the air swept over their heads, casting a dark shadow. In an instant, the green-skinned creatures didn't even have time to open their mouths wide, staring blankly at the sky above them with their beady green eyes.
Wow! A hybrid heavy motorcycle that's a combination of a bouncy car and a turbo tractor!
Under the dazzling sunlight, the white badge with a sickle and axe crossed on the matte black paint job looks like a demon.
WAAAAGH!! It's the inspection team! Those crazy inspectors are here!
Crash! The heavy vehicle crashed into the ground in front of them, and the clumps of dirt it kicked up filled the wide-open mouths of the green-skinned vehicles.
Amidst the billowing dust, a figure standing firmly on the back of a heavy motorcycle resembled a battle madman, the giant axe in his hand flashing with blood.
"You bastard! If you keep fighting amongst yourselves, I'll tie you up and drag you around in a car!!! I'll grind you down to the size of a fart!!!"
It was a roar and howl that almost splattered with saliva! The two green-skinned creatures, who had just been so arrogant, immediately wilted and buried their heads in their shoulders.
The black butcher roared, the chains binding his arms jingling as if he were about to pick out a green-skinned man to tie up.
"Black—Black Butcher!"
"Motorcycle Boy!" it suddenly shouted, pointing ahead, but Green Skin's slower reaction time prevented it from finishing its sentence.
Its tiny black eyes reflected the undulating skyline ahead, and a sharp little spike—the banner of the Goff clan.
And what accompanied the enemy's arrival was a sky full of artillery fire!
However, the black butcher continued to curse and showed no intention of turning back!
"I'm here—!" "Aaaaaah! I'm afraid of heights!" "Don't kick me!!!"
The attack aircraft flying overhead suddenly began to dive rhythmically, and one by one, the large Aerial Combat aircraft with their towering pylons were kicked out of their hatches, frantically adjusting the instruments on their backs.
Sizzle! A force field shield, shimmering with a faint blue glow, appeared before the lead convoy.
boom! boom! boom!
Brilliant fireworks exploded ahead of the car formation, flames and billowing smoke dissipating, fist-sized wreckage splattering around them. The lead heavy motorcycle roared into the smoke, its engine revving as it charged into the fray.
The black helmet was coated with a layer of fiery lava, and the Black Butcher from hell raised his axe high.
"WAAAAAAAAGH!!! Charge with me!!! Shoot me—!"
"WAAAAGH!!! For Mortalian!!!!"
Gazing at the butcher's dashing figure, the boys suddenly remembered a saying:
True green-skinned people never look back at an explosion!
"WAAAAGH!!! Just to touch his face!!!"
Gun muzzles spewed flames, spraying indiscriminately forward with large bursts of fire. The fighter jet pulled up again, dropping massive explosions into the enemy ranks ahead.
Boom! Whoosh—thick smoke billowed from the rocket launcher. "Load! Load!"
Looking at the Underworld Clan Greenskins who had already entered battle mode, Blake turned around, the chains wrapped around his arm armor rattling, and the axe in his hand itching to strike.
Leading aliens to fight aliens—this is a scene that even Blake's wildest dreams would never have imagined.
Meanwhile, behind the advance convoy—
"Communicate with the power of the vast ocean—yes—meditation—you are psionic greenskins, you can do whatever you want!"
The tall, blurry phantom whispered, and the wizarding boys gathered beneath him pretended to meditate, holding all sorts of random objects.
A faint green flame rose at the front line, accompanied by an extremely thin mist. The phantom of Magnus, holding a golden scepter, raised his hand, and strange spatial fluctuations arose, the curtain was thinning.
"For the sake of Lord Mortarion! You must remember him—the Lord of Death! He will help the Underworld Clan achieve a great victory! Whenever he descends, mist will appear!"
The area was turning green, literally turning green, the wizard boys murmured to themselves, a thin layer of frost forming beneath their feet.
Blake looked down and saw a wisp of mist swirling around his palm.
Praise be to Death, who cast his gaze upon this area.
Blake's heavy motorcycle crashed into the enemy ranks. He swung his axe, the rough side of the blade stained with blood.
“WAAAAAAAGH!!!”
The axe spun, cleaving straight at the large iron canister in the center of the enemy ranks—a crude imitation of the Space Marines' Dreadnought by green-skinned warriors.
The chain wrapped around the connection between the Fearless Iron Can's large head and body several times. Blake yanked on the chain, and the motorcycle driver in front of him also turned his vehicle around and rammed sideways.
boom!
A massive explosion grazed the Dreadnought Iron Canister, causing the metal junk to let out a mournful cry as it crashed heavily down under the combined force of the explosion and Black's power.
"Plan B."
Blake said gruffly, and the motorcycle boy responded, as the large engine occupying the tail of the motorcycle spewed out bursts of blue flames.
With a powerful leap, the Black Butcher used the chains to propel himself to the position of the swaying, rising fearless figure. At the perfect moment of his parabola's trajectory, he drew another axe.
He hasn't gotten used to using the double axes yet, but he will eventually.
He will bring death a glorious death upon the Grim Reaper!
With the muscles in his thick arms taut and using gravity as leverage, Blake brought the axe down with tremendous force.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The indomitable iron can emitted a mournful cry, but it was immediately drowned out by the sound of metal tearing apart. Blood and sparks splattered as Blake ripped off the behemoth's head and held it high above his head.
His green fur was so frightened that it fled in panic, only to be immediately smashed by the Netherworld Clan's chariot formation that charged into the enemy ranks.
Motorcycles and tanks darted haphazardly through the enemy lines, unleashing a deluge of ammunition, instantly turning countless enemy soldiers into mincemeat.
"Motalian, the Grim Reaper, your son Black Butcher offers a tribute for your regained power! May death endure forever!!!"
“WAAAAAAAGH!!!”
“WAAAAAAAGH!!!”
Mist began to swirl around Blake's feet.
On the far other side, a young wizard let out a terrified scream, followed by mist billowing from the tip of his scepter.
"They're here! They're here! Death has blessed us!!!"
Green flames appeared alongside the mist, green fire erupting from the rapidly spinning tires, accompanied by the rising mist. The young men of the Underworld Clan were burning with fighting spirit!
"WAAAAAAAGH!!! Just to touch his face!!!"
Only that blurry phantom flickered for a moment, muttering something softly and uncertainly to itself.
"...I remember Green Flame is a psionic ability of the Greenskins? Not the Mortarion's?"
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