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

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Hades' body had gotten used to it, so he was still standing there, able to continue fighting.

With his eyes wide open, Hades adopted a stance, having lost the two pistols from the space necromancer Tarasin in the melee; he now only had a scythe.

The good news is that a sickle is all you need.

He felt the heavy touch in his hands; the obituary he usually swung around with ease now felt heavy. The sound of his gauntlets breaking rang out, and his armor had clearly reached its limit.

Exhaustion, a long, lingering exhaustion enveloped Hades.

He wanted to fall forward, but the last, extremely thin thread held him back. Hades followed the thread and was astonished by what he saw at the other end.

No... not fragments of a dragon, nor the boundless darkness, but there they stand, the Death Guards.

The vast, boundless Death Guards, like a silent forest, were silently watching him, watching Hades.

Hades swallowed hard, his dazed eyes reflecting the gray sky and the figure slowly walking towards him.

The white and green forest moved, making metallic clanging sounds. He saw a familiar figure standing deep in the forest, the Lord of Death, the Pale King, Mortarion, his heavy breathing hissing beneath his gas mask.

[Resilience]

The Lord of Death's hoarse voice rang out, his resolute gaze shining from beneath his hood.

Warrior, this is the only blessing I can give you.

A cracking sound came from Hades' vocal cords, and he vomited blood from his throat.

Is this... is this the scene that every Death Guard witnesses before they die?

The Death Guard, led by Legion Commander Mortarion, is the most silent of all the legions, skilled in frontal combat. Countless warriors in white and green armor silently step onto the battlefield.

On high-intensity battlefields, they will survive to the last moment and fight to the last moment.

Now, the Empire and humanity both need Hades to fight to the very last moment.

Hades looked at the figure rushing towards him and felt the faint power slowly surging from the body as it approached its limit. A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

Perhaps becoming the Death Guard was the best decision he ever made.

It was this decision that allowed Hades to stand here, never to fall.

Unfortunately, this time we really have to say goodbye forever.

...Barbarus.

The shrill cable suddenly attacked him, and Hades silently raised his scythe to defend himself. His speed was no longer what it used to be; he had become slow and clumsy.

Hades wanted to unleash his furious scythe upon his enemies, but he also knew that this was by no means the best solution for the beast named Hades.

He hoped to unleash his power again, but his explosive force had long since burned out. He no longer possessed the responsiveness that terrified his enemies. Hades burned fiercely, leaving only his original essence.

Hades reminisced, recalling every time he fought alongside the Death Guard, recalling Mortarion's fighting style, recalling every defense, every move, every silent acceptance of the enemy's attack.

Vastor's shriek pierced his eardrums, blood flowed from Hades' ears, and the overwhelming cables struck him with the craftsman's hammer.

Hades could vaguely sense the remnants of his power within Vashtor, but he was too weak to perceive it further.

Hades' broken vocal cords trembled as he swung his scythe back, a dull thud and sparks flying as the craftsman's axe pressed firmly against his chest, sparks from the clash of weapons splashing onto Hades' face.

Hades knew what they said about him in private.

He is not a "qualified" Death Guard.

Or rather, he doesn't resemble the Death Guard.

His mindset is more like that of a warrior from Ultra Warriors, his fighting style is closer to that of White Scar, and his smooth manner of dealing with people is also very similar to that of Shadow Moon Wolf.

Hades was aware of this as well.

He was not suited to the Death Guard's fighting style. To outsiders, Death Guards were always the ones on the defensive, slowly and even clumsily taking the hits from the enemy, and then swinging their scythes when the enemy was tired.

Fighting a Death Guardian means the battle will be extremely long and tedious.

Hades is not that kind of person.

Or rather, he once thought he wasn't that kind of person.

Hades, the god of the underworld, always fights by quick attacks and defenses, catching opponents off guard.

Hades always strikes when his enemies think he's at his wit's end, and he uses his battle tactics without any qualms.

Therefore, from beginning to end, all the martial arts skills Hades learned, mastered, and applied were acquired by dismantling the Death Guard's rare surprise attack abilities.

Hades developed a unique combat technique of his own and improved it through contact with other legions.

But now, Hades knew, he knew very well, that he could no longer use his previous fighting skills.

His dwindling stamina prevented him from continuing his reckless attacks.

At this very moment, the wisdom of the Deathguard and Mortalian shines brightly.

The combat techniques developed by Mortarion originated from the summit of Mount Barbarus, designed to address situations where breathing difficulties led to a lack of stamina.

Even though the Lord of Death improved this combat skill during the Legion Era, its original essence remained unchanged in the slightest.

That determination to fight to the very end alone in a desperate situation!

Hades let out a heavy breath; he had long been prepared for this.

Vashtor attacked like a madman. The former master of the furnace was now like a stray dog. The power of its inflated body was gone, and its steel wings were tattered.

After the raging storm, survival was already a great blessing. Vashtor paid a price for standing on the battlefield!

If Hades could see Vashtor in its entirety, he would surely laugh heartily at this fellow who does business with Chaos.

Unfortunately, Hades is now in a much worse state than Vashtor.

He fought, feeling Vashtor's rage, as cables sharper than steel bars pierced him amidst countless sonic booms, and arcs of electricity crackled as they rushed toward him.

In the glow of the abomination fire, Hades swayed unsteadily, as if about to fall again.

In an instant, Vashtor raised his Craftsman's Hammer once more, and a violent, dazzling arc of electricity suddenly erupted, illuminating a light completely different from his previous attacks.

If you want to survive, then defend yourself against enemy attacks as much as possible.

Motalian said he was standing in the fields of Barbarossa, teaching people, with a sickle in hand.

【but……】

The Lord of Death paused for a moment.

If you know you're not going to survive, or if you believe victory is more valuable than life, then deliberately create openings, trading wounds for wounds, trading blood for blood.

Injuries for injuries, blood for blood.

A cold glint flashed in Hades' eyes. Vashtor leaped toward Hades, his warhammer whistling, while simultaneously, the sharp whistling of scythes cutting through the air echoed from beneath the Lord of the Hearthfire—

*Sizzle!*

The Lord of the Hearth's cables pierced through the armor first, scattering flesh and blood. Hades remained silent, his scythe replacing his roar.

He saw Vashtor's furious face reflected in his eyes, the Lord of the Hearth roaring angrily, but Hades could not hear anything.

Hook and sickle.

The scythe, which was intended to block Vashtor's attack, suddenly changed direction!

At this moment, time seemed to stretch out endlessly—

A heavy force returned, the sound of the Terminator armor shattering transmitted through bone conduction, but Hades no longer cared about any of that at this moment.

He felt the touch of the helmet, the sharp scythe slicing through the blasphemous metal, and a bright flame burst forth from Vashtor's body. The Lord of the Hearthfire's expression seemed to let out a shrill scream.

In a flash, the warhammer slammed down, while the scythe rose up.

Before the new pain could catch up with Hades, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes. Hades suddenly drew his scythe and charged forward, releasing the scythe with his right hand—

pat.

The warhammer crashed to the ground, and he lay pale and powerless at Hades' feet.

The obituary remained within the hearth, emitting a faint glow as it struggled and collided with the metal.

Hades was expressionless, fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his right hand held straight up, gripping Vashtor's neck.

Vashtor clucked, its cables bursting wildly as it lunged at Hades, while its claws slapped at Hades' armor, leaving a jumble of claw marks.

+……you…+

Vastor's choked words were forced out of his throat.

+...you...monster...+

It struggled to look at the monster in human skin. How could it be? Why? Why?!

Why are there still beings that can survive the attacks of the Four Gods and even continue fighting?!

He should have been unconscious long ago! He should have been on the verge of death long ago! He should have been picked like a heavy fruit on a branch!

No, no, no, how could this be?!

The four gods spared his life in the end for the final sacrifice. Before that, Vashtor could have taken its benefits, but why, why—

Vashtor struggled desperately, even though Hades had clearly stopped attacking him and had slammed his Craftsman's Hammer down on him countless times.

but now--

The hand gripping its neck grew colder and colder. No, he couldn't kill it unless the monster used the Dark Domain, but he couldn't use it. Yes, he couldn't use it!

Vashtor burst into maniacal laughter.

Yes, it will only be expelled back to the highest heaven, it will not perish!

As Vashtor laughed, the struggling cables pierced into the Terminator's helmet, yet the monster gripping his neck remained unmoved!

Vashtor stared at him, and the chilling darkness in his eyes made it tremble with fear, fear creeping up on it like maggots gnawing at its bones.

Hades stared calmly at Vashtor, knowing what he had to do; the silvery metal was gleaming faintly.

How can we grant true slumber to the subspace existence of those who control [machinery] and [craftsmen]?

The last remaining strength of the Void Dragon Fragment began to roar—a fire of hatred from the physical world for warp creatures and things with similar authority!

As if realizing something, Vashtor's struggles suddenly intensified, its tattered wings flapping violently against Hades, producing a crackling sound of metal clashing.

From a distance, one could only see the struggling Vashtor, but not Hades, whose wings obscured the view.

Push harder... push harder... Hades felt the ground tremble beneath his feet. A new enemy had arrived, and his time was running out.

In Hades's hands, a cracking sound, like metal twisting and popping, came from Vashtor's neck, as silvery liquid metal spread like cracks from it.

No, no, no, no, no!!!

Vashtor shrieked,

+In the future, I have a place in the future!! No, that's not it!!! +

But as it struggled, large chunks of parts began to fall from its body, which had been almost cleaved in two by the scythe.

The silvery-white star god metal climbed up, and as the metal spread, the distant view that Vashtor could see was slowly swallowed up by the surging darkness. It watched in horror and despair as the river of its own destiny slowly dried up.

At this moment, Vashtor truly realized what a true "forsaken one of God" was.

Why is he feared, why is he viewed with suspicion, and why is he targeted?

For the first time, these unrestrained subspace creatures felt the instinctive fear etched deep within their souls, a fear stemming from the very act of survival itself.

Vashtor shrieked, and bursts of fire erupted from between the mechanical parts. At the last moment, the Lord of the Furnace decisively chose to self-destruct and escape.

"……hiss"

A voice so faint it was almost imperceptible emanated from Hades.

boom! ! !

Snapped!

Silvery-white flowers exploded on the neck of the blasphemous creature. Hades released his grip expressionlessly, and the mechanical corpse scattered, falling to the ground in large chunks.

Above the Cardia, the parts of the Lord of the Hearth were spread out at Hades' feet.

This time, Hades smiled from the bottom of his heart.

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【Mars】

Before the statue of Hades, the Great Sage Jin, who was praying devoutly, suddenly trembled.