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

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As if a pause button had been pressed, people stopped in astonishment, all the shock subsided, and they could hear the sound of engines idling and the flames of war burning quietly.

The soldiers charging forward with their guns looked toward the center of the battlefield, where the blinding crimson-gold light was slowly dissipating, as if signifying the departure of a god. Dark clouds slowly rose, with a faint, muted green glow within them.

"clatter."

Kahn blinked in surprise; the sound of the liquid hitting the ground was so crisp and clear.

"Da da."

The sage trembled as he reached out his hand, and a drop of silvery liquid landed on his severed hand. It obediently and mercifully slid into the broken ends of the gears and wires, wrapping around the wound.

It's raining.

Om Messiah shed tears.

The rain gradually intensified, and the thunderous roar of the pine trees cleaved through the storm, washing the land clean along with the downpour.

ended.

On the wasteland, the survivors began to cheer.

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"Help...help me up."

Hades said weakly, but the guards and nuns beside him clearly hesitated.

It's no wonder they're in this situation. Hades is now lying on his side on Angron, who is in a deep coma. Faint green lightning is flashing around Angron. They can clearly see the metal flowing upwards toward Angron's nails. The nails are no longer making noise and lie quietly on Angron's head like dead snakes.

Angron was nearly dead. If Hades hadn't said he was still alive, probably no one would have believed that this Primarch, whose blood had been drained, was still alive.

Hades coughed softly.

"I said, 'Someone help me up!'"

Charon and the Black Mage exchanged a glance, then the Black Mage raised his hand, and little Herella hesitantly stepped forward.

"Sir, are you sure you can stand up now?"

"..."

Hades took a breath.

"...Didn't you realize I've been pressing down on Angron the whole time?! I can't keep pressing down on the wounded forever?!"

Only then did the Imperial Guard and nuns realize that Primarchs possessed human rights. They moved Hades aside and brought him, along with Angron, back to the fleet that had been waiting above the orbit.

On the Stormbird, Hades silently looked out the window.

Under his orders, the army was already on guard around the cages imprisoning the Broken Nightbringers. People stood with difficulty on layers of metal skeletons, chatting loudly and casually, showing each other the scars covered by liquid metal, and occasionally nudging the corpses with their feet.

He looked towards the very center, but the distorted figure of the Nightbringer wasn't worth Hades' attention, so he shifted his gaze to the side—

There, the corpse of a sage stood intact. The activation of the hyperdimensional cage had frozen his life at that moment, but even if he had survived by chance, he would have died from the excessive amount of knowledge brutally crammed into him in a short period of time.

Within five steps of him, no fewer than twenty corpses of sages lay quietly.

Within ten kilometers of him, death outnumbered raindrops.

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Chapter 351 Angron Opens His Eyes

As the flames of war gradually subsided and the embers were extinguished, even the most brutal battles of the past, like the chirping of cicadas in summer, were nothing more than memories of the past.

Dim, quiet, and dry.

Angron's will slowly rose.

He smelled the rust flowing away, and the pungent aroma of alcohol. His vision was blurry, and a hazy halo seemed to float before his eyes.

In a blur, he recalled a scene from the depths of his memory.

What did he see?

For once, Angron began to calmly recall his memories, and the Lord of the Red Sands was not even aware of his unusual state.

His first thoughts were of blood, gladiatorial arenas, anger, and howls.

Then came the blinding golden light, a light that was hotter and more painful than the strongest plasma beam.

Angron felt himself falling into an endless sea of ​​light. The ocean of light was not calm. He heard desperate pleas, soft sobs, casual disdain, commands, requests, doubts, and certainties.

The opening and closing of those mouths together create an image.

Angron squinted, watching a thousand mouths open and close, the shape of which was...

Emperor, Sovereign?

Angron suddenly opened his eyes, and the dim ceiling stared at him.

He felt an excruciating pain, as if his body no longer belonged to him. His muscles trembled slightly and nervously, and his heart pounded violently, but it felt like he wasn't pumping much blood. He didn't even manage to control his body immediately.

Angron sensed something was wrong.

Unable to move immediately, Angron cautiously surveyed the world with his eyes. He heard soft breathing mixed with snoring, light footsteps in the distance, and the faint ticking of instruments.

These sounds inexplicably reassured him, but no, that wasn't it—

nail?!

Lord of the Red Sands paused for a moment, and Angron sensed the top of his head in disbelief. He could feel the blasphemous artifacts crawling on his head, but they were clearly lifeless.

Butcher's Nail...has it stopped?

Angron trembled, overwhelmed by immense joy, and belatedly realized... so the emotion he was feeling now was...

Is it... peaceful?

Angron had never experienced this emotion before, but at this moment, the Son of the Mountains firmly believed in one fact: an immense, ineffable peace and tranquility was enveloping him.

It turns out that this feeling of breathing quietly is peace.

Angron recalled that he seemed to have been on the battlefield just moments before, and it might not be appropriate for him to lie here doing nothing, but he was so, so attached to this feeling that he wondered if he was dead or if it was just his imagination. In any case, the giant now cherished this hard-won peace.

Angron allowed himself a moment of indulgence.

He stared contentedly at the ceiling, then slowly and carefully closed his eyes, savoring the peace he felt—a right that everyone is born with.

Angron lay there, breathing evenly and gently.

He felt good.

Gradually, Angron felt another unfamiliar sensation welling up inside him. The God of War of Nutheria was now cautious, even cowardly, in trying to perceive this emotion—he was so afraid that it was all an illusion.

His will touched his senses, and Angron's instincts told him that this feeling was called "drowsiness."

Even though his muscles were still spasming slightly, even though his body was feverish due to severe anemia, even though he hadn't eaten anything properly for years and was extremely malnourished.

But Angron still chose to lie down contentedly in the cradle of drowsiness, which was like a huge, dry nest covered with the fur of Nuthria beasts. There was no blood, no heads, no jarring shouts from the arena. He lay down alone, letting his consciousness gradually fade away.

The darkness remains.

……

Angron calmly opened his eyes, taking a full second to mentally celebrate that he still felt at peace.

He could still hear the faint sound of breathing.

Angron tried calmly to get up, but he failed. Normally, this would have made Angron feel an uncontrollable rage, but now Angron was surprised to find that he was not angry about it.

So Angron tried a different approach. He turned his head to the other side and succeeded. Angron saw the source of the breathing sound.

Hades lay slumped unconscious in a chair beside his bed, the bloodstains on his armor dried, his head hanging off the back of the chair with his nose pointing upwards. Angron could see faint bubbles of mucus rising and falling with Hades's breath.

The sight made Angron want to laugh. If he had the strength, Angron would have definitely laughed and patted Hades on the shoulder. But now his nose stung and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Through his blurry vision, Angron first saw the bubble on Hades' nose pop, and Hades jumped up like lightning. He groggily rushed to Angron's side to check on him, and then breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that everything was alright.

Hades didn't even realize that Angron had woken up. He mechanically wiped away the blood from Angron, then leaned back in his chair, his eyes seemingly closing immediately again.

Hades?

Angron called out tentatively, and he saw Hades suddenly open his eyes, steady himself, and then Hades shook his head wildly.

"Angron?! You're awake?"

Even though he was surprised, Hades still lowered his voice. Angron breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, feeling that his brain didn't want to hear a loud voice.

Angron gave a weak smile, proving that he was awake.

[What exactly is going on, Hades? Did you shove those alien metal lumps' heads back into the ground?]

Angron could hardly believe that his voice was so weak.

Seeing that he was awake, Hades instantly perked up. Hades swung his fist into the air and grinned.

"Thanks to the Emperor, the Mechanicus, and the World Eaters, all of them were kicked back into the trash can by these scumbags."

Angron tried to laugh, but all he could manage were coughing and wheezing sounds from his lungs. Hades waved his hand to stop him.

For a moment, Angron was certain he saw Hades glance seriously and thoughtfully toward the door, but when he turned back, Hades resumed his rather relaxed and sunny smile.

"At least we can rest for a while now,"

Hades shrugged indifferently.

"Never mind that for now, Angron. You need to rest, the longer the better. Why don't you take another nap?"

Anglong shook his head; he had already slept, and it felt good.

I'm not sleepy right now.

He said this made Hades blink in surprise.

"Not sleepy—your health is stable now, so you should be—"

As Hades spoke, he checked the instruments beside Angron's bed again, and then helped Angron sit up.

"I see!"

Hades said,

“You must be hungry, Angron. You haven’t had anything proper to eat in at least three years. I’ll have them send some over right away.”

"It's just the right time to let the Devourers know that you've woken up."

Angron opened his mouth, and in his heart, he hoped to have some peace and quiet for a while. If the World Eaters came in, it would mean he would have to endure even more intense emotions.

But as if knowing what he was thinking, Hades continued speaking to himself.

“Angron, I won’t let Kahn and the others in for now. I’m afraid they’ll get too excited and it won’t be good for your recovery.”

Hades snapped his fingers, and a moment later the door opened, and a servant pushed in a food cart.

Hades sniffed.

"I didn't expect the Devourer to prepare these? But they suit you well, Angron."

Angron watched as Hades expertly opened the plates covering the food, and then he saw the trembling cream, the strawberries with tips glistening with honey, and the fresh aroma of fermented and baked grains.

Angron was puzzled, as desserts were never an option in the Lord of the Red Sands' recipes.

Hades, however, was unusually excited and answered his question.

"Perhaps they think meat isn't suitable for patients, while cream bread and fruit can quickly replenish energy. Which do you want, Anglong? I'll get it for you. You don't mind if I eat some, do you?"

Angron spoke, feeling hungry; beneath the calm, the hunger became even more acute.

"Whatever, just give me the biggest piece."

Hades smiled slyly, first handing Anglon a glass of water, and then reluctantly helping him get the dessert.

Angron wolfed down the bread. The bread was thick and fluffy, and it slid easily down his throat. It was sweet, very sweet, but it didn't disgust him like the metallic sweetness of blood.

Hades also ate very quickly. Angron initially thought that this guy who ate like a human couldn't compete with him because he was wolfing down his food, but later the Primarch realized he was wrong. It was like they were competing to see who could cut off more heads, and they started fighting over the pastries.

Hades demonstrated how he could eat a bunch of grapes in three seconds, something Angron would have applauded if he weren't struggling with a pie stuffed with crushed nuts.

The ultimate victor was Angron, the Son of the Mountain, who cleverly instructed Hades to fetch food from a distance, thus slowing Hades down.

They wolfed down the first table of food, then Hades ordered his servants to bring in two more tables, which they repeated at the second table. Only when they were tearing apart the third table of enemies did they begin to chat leisurely.

However, Angron, who didn't have any radio wave sensors on him, probably wouldn't know that Hades had been using binary radio waves to command the legion since he woke up. He only knew that Hades was idly eating and chatting with him.

During this period when Angron had just gained some peace, they carefully avoided certain things, knowing that Angron would have plenty of time to deal with them in the years to come.