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

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The mourners had all perished, with only Tian Shi and Ming Zi surviving.

But now, they are going to die too.

"There's something..."

Barry's voice, weak and listless, rang out.

Blake stopped abruptly, scanning his surroundings warily. Barry, being a think tank member, was generally more sensitive to things related to psychic powers.

In the distance, amidst the blood-red sky filled with countless Tyrannosaurus Rex, Blake glimpsed something strange rapidly falling—but it wasn't that!

In front of Blake, three brain worm tyrants floated slowly in the air, their exposed blue brains crackling with psionic arcs.

The Zerg realized that Black possessed an ability that they could subconsciously ignore!

This is a gift from Hades. Hades' offspring usually exhibit very slight characteristics of being soulless, and in Blake's case, this means that he is often ignored and overlooked.

Now, the Zerg have specifically sent psionic units to counteract the negligible Soulless traits on Black.

Hades, Hades...

Blake swallowed hard; he knew where his end was near.

He released Barry's hand, and with a muffled thud, the Son of Dorne fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Black felt his vision begin to distort, a sign that a psionic attack was about to begin. He then began to pray intently to Hades, asking him to grant his enemy a final rest.

Then he raised his axe, facing the tyrant before him—

boom! ! !

In the distance, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly rang out!

Darkness erupts!

A lifeless darkness spread, as if a darkness that did not exist in this dimension was rapidly expanding and instantly engulfing the entire planet!

——Buzz——

In that instant, everything went dark before Blake's eyes. All his senses seemed to be cut off. He felt as if he had been dragged into an abyss of no return, screaming silently as he suffocated.

He almost thought he was dead, but then light returned to his eyes. Blake's pupils dilated as he realized that he was now hunched over in pain and fear, gasping for breath.

He was already in tears.

The son of Hades trembled as he raised his face, staring in disbelief at everything before him. As far as the eye could see, all the Tyranids lay limp on the ground, and countless giant beasts rained down upon the earth.

The tyrannical brain worm in front of him was like spilled noodles, its tentacles twitching, its blue brain exploding and flowing all over the ground.

Blake couldn't understand what was happening; his ears were ringing violently and his heart was pounding.

But the Tyranids who had collapsed to the ground were not dead. Blake then realized that they had slowly and unsteadily stood up and, almost the next moment, were tearing at the nearest of their kind!

Even though he was almost completely exhausted, Blake slowly bent down and laboriously carried Barry on his back. He didn't know what was happening, but he witnessed a miracle.

He limped along, following the guidance of his consciousness, toward the direction of the strange object that had fallen from the sky.

Tyrion, engrossed in tearing at each other, ignored Blake. All he needed to do was dodge Tyrion falling from the sky. He stumbled through the countless corpses, and finally, the forest began to thin out. In a clearing in the jungle, he spotted the strange black coffin.

One of the sword-like insects, having regained consciousness, seemed unable to find any of its kind to fight. Blake watched as the insect scurried towards the black coffin—

Do not!

Blake instinctively reached for his gun, but something inside the coffin was a step faster, almost at the exact moment the tip of the worm's scythe-like claws grazed the coffin—

A massive burst of emerald lightning erupted! Thunder roared violently through the air like a dragon soaring into the sky, arcs of electricity radiating outwards from the black coffin, sweeping across the battlefield with incredible precision, striking each and every Zergling!

The crackling sounds rang out like raindrops as the torrential rain poured down!

The crimson sky turned azure, and countless flying creatures were burned to ashes before they even had a chance to hit the ground. Blake even watched as a giant ship in the distance was struck by lightning and slowly fell with a mournful cry.

Blake didn’t even realize when he was gaping in surprise. He was terrified of the arcs of electricity, but they seemed to have a mind of their own and avoided him. His dull black helmet reflected a faint green glow.

Finally, after who knows how long—perhaps fourteen seconds, or perhaps a lifetime—the lightning disappeared.

In the dead silence, on the battlefield, Tyrion's charred corpse hissed softly.

A hand, a human hand, clung to the side of the black coffin.

Blake Butcher trembled violently, almost jolted, and released Barry again. Barry, who was already unconscious, fell to the ground without making a sound.

He stood at the very edge of the forest, watching a monster, a giant, rise from the black coffin. He couldn't see it clearly; absolute darkness enveloped it like rolling waves, with powerful lightning bolts crackling within it.

A crimson light shone from His left eye, staring straight at Blake.

Blake felt like his heart was about to explode. His mind was blank, and something was screaming and pulling at his soul, his thoughts, beating him, and roaring at him—but perhaps he really wasn't thinking straight. Blake just stared blankly, frozen in place.

He watched helplessly as that being walked towards him.

The black tide crashed against Blake, who felt a strange sense of familiarity. He trembled and stared intently at the giant walking towards him.

The giant stopped in front of him and looked down at him.

Snapped!

Blake knelt down, his brain completely shut down, but as always, his buried instincts saved him.

In a daze, Blake seemed to see the Great Sage Jin, who had tied him to a seat and tapped him on the head. "Idiot, remember your mission is to find Hades. Don't just stand there daydreaming."

He gripped the axe with both hands, braced it against the ground, and bowed his head reverently.

The dried blood on his forehead had long since stopped dripping.

"Father, your son, the Sons of Hades Chapter, Black Butcher, pays you the highest tribute."

The darkness faded away before him.

"What?"

Hades, dressed in a floral print old man's shirt and slippers, uttered a questioning sound.

That's it! Great!

Chapter 553 Tarachin's Letter

"What?"

Hades said.

His brain, at that moment, collapsed for a split second.

He could understand the meaning of each word, but when they were put together, Hades fell into a deafening silence.

What?

What did this little brat just call himself? And what is this "Son of Hades"?

His child—when did he have a child?!

Did Taraxin rub it for him?

Hades' pupils dilated in shock as he stared at the kneeling Space Marine before him, whose dark black armor was outlined in pale green. Half of the Death Guard emblem he recognized had been replaced with the Mechanicus's gear-skull symbol.

It must be said, it still quite aligns with Hades' aesthetic...

Wait, now is not the time to dwell on this!

Hades took a deep breath. Although he felt something strange, he did feel a sense of familiarity and closeness from Black—like the sharpest blade a warrior knows best.

He could even vaguely sense the warrior's personality and feel his emotions, just as Hades should have known.

Well, it's not impossible.

Hades stared cautiously at the Space Marines in front of him. They were all too small for his current size, which made Hades feel that they were very fragile.

In the distance, Hades's emerald lightning continued to thunder across the sky. His Star God aspect was far less powerful than the Dark Domain, so it could only cover a region, isolating the Tyranids outside the region.

The insects slapped against his lightning, giving Hades the inexplicable feeling that he was swatting insects with a giant electric mosquito swatter.

Hades stared at Blake Butcher in front of him.

Although there was an old man lying dead behind Blake, Hades ignored him for the time being, as his own offspring were more important.

"stand up."

Hades said softly, as he crouched down—damn, he was just too tall.

He could sense Blake's tension; Blake was so tense that he seemed to have no other emotions.

Hades waited patiently. In any case, he had already explored the Dark Domain. Apart from the insects, there were only the two people in front of him left on this planet.

The little one wobbled as he tried to stand up, but failed once due to nervousness or exhaustion.

Finally, Blake Butcher stood up straight, and with great courage, he took a deep breath and looked directly into his father's face.

gods...

Blake's mind was filled with only one thought: he saw the face of a god, with a heroic sculpture on one side and a tyrannical machine on the other. Humans and machines had jointly created Him. The machine's eyes were cold and ruthless, with a rationality that saw through everything.

...No...Pluto is human...

what.

Blake's second reaction was that the image of Hades by King Dae Sage was really ugly.

As time passed, for some unknown reason, the images of Hades gradually became distorted. The Great Sage Jin, together with others who had seen Hades' true appearance, tried to restore them—but all their efforts failed.

But what causes even greater panic is that when people try to recall the past, they find that they can't see the Pluto in their memories at all.

The bishop of the Church of the Underworld speculated that this might be a unique trait of those without souls.

Left with no other option, they tried to draw it themselves based on their vague impressions.

The drawings are all ugly... no... or rather, concise.

Countless portraits of Hades circulate among the Sons of Hades. One of the traditions of the Sons of Hades is to draw their own image of Hades. To date, the portrait on the leaderboard was drawn by their battle predecessor, Death Guard Vox.

Vox drew a figure standing in a cornfield from behind, without drawing a face at all.

It is said that Mortarian was also involved, but after finishing the painting, he burned it in a fit of rage.

Callas Typhon drew a pile of vomit and said that this was his vision of Hades.

Having received images of the Death Guardian, the paintings of Hades within the Underworld Child are no longer limited to human form.

And Blake… Blake’s own drawing of Hades was… a completely black sheet of paper.

Blake stared into the dark pupils of his genetic father and realized he was right.

And now, that eye is staring at Blake with great interest.

Hades stared at Blake, the terrified little guy with black hair and blue eyes who looked like he was of German descent. Well, they did have some resemblance in their features, and Hades had the illusion that he was seeing his little cousin.

"Your name is Blake Butcher?"

A deep voice interrupted Blake's daze as he stared at his father, the father of his genes. Blake quickly responded and gave another Eagle Salute.

"Yes! Your lord!"

Hades sighed, patted his shoulder armor, and stood up. "No need to be so formal, Black."

Hades realized that Blake was too nervous, and that their communication would probably not go smoothly if this continued. He decided to let the little brat calm down for a while before asking him questions.

Anyway, he has confirmed that this is indeed his... offspring.

Hades remained silent, seemingly beginning to understand Mortalian's view of the Death Guard.

This wasn't unacceptable, Hades sighed inwardly; it was just that he hadn't expected to become a father so suddenly.

Hades turned to look at the planet.

Hmm... Tyron... so he's probably been asleep for ten thousand years.

The last thing he remembered was Tarachin on the Kadia plane doing everything he could to save him, followed by a long period of darkness—with some fragments in between. He seemed to remember Tarachin shaking him up and telling him to get more sun.

Hades looked down; he probably changed into that overly revealing outfit around that time.

He looked up, puzzled as to why Tarachin had dumped him in this place.

Hades had thought that Tarasim would find a chaotic place to awaken him, but now he's been thrown into a bug nest?

Which star sector is this?

Hades asked casually,

“Near Euclius, my lord.”