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

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He did nothing, but instead let others give everything for him.

The intense heat and the burning blood seared Angron, plunging him into an emotional abyss. Rock's words of comfort only made Angron feel more guilty, causing him to fall even deeper into the abyss.

Such an incompetent legion commander… Angron wondered if the Empire would send someone to judge him. He wished the Empire would come to judge him, rather than come to save him in vain.

"So you're going to abandon the World Eaters who are still waiting for you, Angron?"

Anglong was taken aback.

The figure from the darkness spoke in a flat, monotone voice, while the red light stared coldly at him.

"And... excuse me, could you please move aside?"

Hades stepped forward directly. Angron was very emotional, but he still made way for Hades. Did he realize what Hades was about to do?

The scythe-like obituary hung obediently beside Hades. Hades withdrew his Dark Domain and commanded the Devourers and Soulless Ones to deploy into the hall.

Hades calmly lowered his eyes, watching the World Eater struggling with pain and dread, a similar scene overlapping in his mind's eye.

Hades reached out and grabbed the great demon by the neck. Angron seemed to be angered by Hades' action and rushed forward, but Hades raised his other hand and stopped him with the scythe in his hand.

“I’m trying to save him, Angron. Please let me try.”

Hades gestured for the soulless ones to be on high alert for the next thirty seconds.

Angron was stunned. He was trying to understand Hades' words; the words were simple, but he didn't understand them.

He watched as Hades closed his eyes without warning, and then... the gloomy aura surrounding Rock began to dissipate.

The Blood Axe, which had been firmly embedded in Rock's gauntlet, began to scream. The veins that connected the warrior to it were rapidly deteriorating, and cracks were climbing up the demon ram's horns. The horns, which had once been sharp blades, were now as brittle as loose soil.

Angron stared at all of this in disbelief.

Rock... Rock can still be saved.

He felt a stinging sensation in his nose, and when Anglong looked down, he saw bits of meat dripping onto the ground.

Finally, the empire's reinforcements opened their eyes, took a deep breath, and looked quite exhausted.

"Alright... Rock has preserved the last sanctuary in his heart—Angron. His loyalty to you saved him. He did not succumb to the devil."

Hades said softly,

“A truly respectable warrior,”

Hades took a deep breath and gripped his scythe tightly.

“Angron, try your best... don't let them down... there are some things we can talk about after we get out.”

He turned to look at Angron, and Hades instantly realized his mistake. Angron's facial muscles were twitching wildly; the nails were driven too deep, and it looked as if they had just been roughly torn apart.

But Angron seemed completely oblivious to the pain. He stared at Rock, then slowly shifted his gaze to Hades.

【Who are you? 】

"Hades, don't say that yet, Angron, give me ten seconds, no, five seconds—let me check your nails."

Hades could see that the Butcher's Spikes inflicted immense, unbearable pain on Angron, causing him to convulse uncontrollably under the influence of the spikes.

The nail was driven so deep that Hades wouldn't be surprised if Angron suddenly went mad and swung an axe at him.

But Angron didn't. He was like a wild beast trapped in place, baring his teeth as he watched Hades approach him and touch his head, which made him uncomfortable.

【Thank you. 】

Anglong said.

He heard Hades gasp in pain, but the examination of Angron did not stop. Finally, Hades stopped and stared at him.

“I…I might be able to try, but not now. We need to return to the World Eater’s ship immediately to perform surgery on you, Angron. You can no longer fight.”

Angron grinned, but after realizing that Rock was alright, the pain from the nails regained his attention.

"How are we supposed to escape? Didn't you hear their footsteps coming towards us?"

He saw Hades staring at him seriously. If it weren't for Hades's gasp just now, Angron would have thought he was some kind of lord of the Imperial Guard.

As for why Hades looks like a Primarch, Angron doesn't care. Maybe Hades is one of his brothers?

“You can’t fight anymore, the nails will kill you. I will use the Dark Domain to force your soul and body into a semi-comatose state, so that the nails will stop driving deeper because they will lose stimulation. Then we’ll think of another way.”

Angron was panting. He might still want to fight, but he felt the gazes the Devourers were casting at him—no… it saddened him.

[Okay, I'll listen to you.]

Anglong said.

The next moment, a nauseating darkness enveloped him, and Angron could no longer support his already exhausted body. He swayed and fell down, but Hades, anticipating this, caught him and then carried Angron on his back.

Angron tilted his head, still feeling the soreness and weakness in his muscles, but he watched with satisfaction as Margo carried Rock on his back, the two ugly wings falling off Rock's back.

After finding and stabilizing Angron's condition, Hades immediately ordered a retreat. Carrying Angron on his back, he led the army of World Eaters and Soulless Ones, carving a bloody path through Khorne's domain.

The closer they got to the exit, the fewer Khorne's army there were. Eventually, Hades couldn't even detect Khorne's psionic energy with the Dark Domain anymore.

Based on Hades' past experience, this may not be good news.

Sure enough, after they withdrew from the building, the magma in the rift erupted with a deafening roar, and the planet's crust began to tremble violently.

The true master of this planet, who had been sleeping underground, has awakened.

Through the blizzard's blurred vision, Hades spotted that familiar figure—

Necron.

Only then did he realize that the building they had just entered was the necropolis of Khorne, who had usurped the throne.

So... Hades slowly realized that from the very beginning, Khorne may have had more than one target.

Yay! That's all!

Chapter 345 Hades was inwardly crying like a coward.

Khorne carefully selects toys for His enemies.

The whirlpool was a breeding ground for filth and chaos.

Thousands of years ago, a planet belonging to the Norwalk Necropolis was pulled into the vortex by gravity and lost contact with other space necromancy ever since.

When this planet reappeared, it was already adorned with the battle armor prepared for it by the Lord of Skull.

There was no fighting, no battle, no glory.

It's time for the warp of the warp to experience the true allure of war.

The war horn has sounded on the physical side, and even the master of war will find it difficult to control its course. With both sides on the field, the outcome is unpredictable.

But the Blood God never panicked; the hostile insectoids were nothing but cowards who had survived by sheer luck by expelling the warp.

Guns and bullets, swords and axes, blood dripping.

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Hades took a deep breath, the biting cold wind stinging his nostrils.

He smelled blood—blood that had dried up millions of years ago. He squinted and saw soldiers charging toward them in the distance.

The Necromancers are a race bearing the distinct mark of their own dynasties, and the one Hades and his party encountered was clearly even more unique.

Blood was smeared on the faces of every space undead, who adorned themselves with silver and green. Compared to the undead Hades had encountered before, these undead clearly exuded a warlike fanaticism.

Hades immediately recognized this as the Novok dynasty, a "new" necromancer dynasty that worshipped war, preferred melee combat, and was accustomed to decorating their buildings with the blood of their enemies.

It has to be said, Khorne really knows how to play the game.

Hades gave a wry smile. He used his Dark Domain to probe, but naturally found nothing—they were just pure space undead, but they seemed to be half-asleep because they had been in the vortex for too long. They didn't use any other tactics except to charge straight at them.

This may be the only good news. So far, they have not found any long-range firepower or air forces of the undead. Air superiority is still in Hades' hands, but the blizzard makes it extremely difficult for air forces to support the ground.

Hades acted decisively, ordering the fleet above orbit to send down more Stormbirds. Their primary objective now was to retreat; once they reached a calmer area, they could immediately withdraw.

The problem is that suitable plains for evacuation are still far away from them.

Hades shouted to the air fleet over the channel, but the signal was intermittent. He heard characters from the fleet that were different from the usual commands, but they were too scattered for Hades to understand.

Hades cursed under his breath, hoping it wasn't news of an air fleet encountering a space undead fleet.

The storm temporarily cut off their contact with the air fleet, and in the distance, Stormbirds were making an emergency landing due to the extreme weather—some of the spaceships that had not been able to evacuate were shot down by the Gaussian rays of the Space Necromancer.

Now Hades can only command the World Eaters who came down with him, which make up most of the legion, as well as the already small number of Soulless Knights and Knights of the Silent Order.

Hades immediately ordered the Soulless Ones to withdraw from the front lines—even though they were all highly skilled warriors, it was too wasteful to use Soulless Ones against the space undead.

Hades gritted his teeth and ordered the Ghost Knights to be mixed in with the World Eaters' knights to provide a long-range firepower platform for the army. When he saw the Ghost Knights' obviously shorter figures blending into the ranks of the World Eaters' knights, Hades' heart bled.

But this was necessary, as the World Eaters, who relied heavily on Space Marines as infantry, lacked sufficient firepower support due to the absence of air support.

While urgently deploying his troops, Hades cursed Khorne in his heart—and Tarachin, the deal had gone so well, but now Hades realized that Tarachin hadn't given him his direct contact information.

Isn't there a red button that you can just smash to summon the King of Figurines?!

Your figurines are almost gone! Tarachin!! Bring Hades out!!!

Tarahin, Tarahin, you will come, you will come, right?

But Hades is currently in a bizarre vortex of space and time. Will the King of Figurines be able to sense Hades? Or will Khorne allow any distress signals from near this planet to escape?

It was shameful, but Hades had never so desperately wanted the help of an alien race, even now that all he could see were the endless infantry of the Necromancers... But a sense of unease lingered in Hades' heart.

If Khorne wanted to kill Hades, he wouldn't choose a weaker dynasty, but he also wouldn't choose a powerful one, because he would still need to wrest Angron and the World Eaters from the Necromancers of the Space.

"For Angron!"

The battle cries from the front lines pulled Hades back to reality. Now he could only take it one step at a time. Although he was still calling out to Tarasin in his heart, Hades knew that he could not entrust the war to such an ethereal thing.

Hades took another deep breath. As the target, his best course of action now was to stay safely behind the front lines as a porter for Angron, waiting for the Devourers to advance to their retreat point.

Sensing Hades' sudden shift in the darkness, Angron on his back stirred, waking up and speaking in a hoarse voice.

【it's over?】

Even though he was internally exploding with rage, cursing Khorne and Tarasim, Hades remained calm as he spoke.

"It's just the beginning of a new cycle."

Hades paused for a moment.

“I may have to go to the front lines later, Angron. I will place you next to a knight in the rear, so that the Soulless and the wounded World Eater can watch over you. The Soulless can also temporarily weaken your soul.”

Angron smiled weakly.

I was still wondering, what kind of soldier carries a wounded soldier into battle?

“We are retreating, Angron. It’s common to retreat while carrying the wounded. Victory is not the primary goal; survival is. You have to survive… and so do I.”

Hades could feel Angron on his back shaking his head. The Lord of the Red Sands seemed confused, and his weary voice rang out.

"I don't understand, Hades. Where did the courage you had when you shattered those scum's heads go? The victor will be the survivor, and only the survivor."

In his hazy thoughts, Angron recalled the shattered scene: Hades was on the front lines, comically carrying a large wounded soldier on his back, but his scythe was still sharp, and those demons were nothing more than straws waiting to be harvested under his scythe.

But why did Hades abruptly retreat to the rear after Angron regained consciousness, exuding an air of worry?

Angron tried to focus his mind, but the nails, the dark domain, and his weary body prevented him from understanding anything.

Just as Hades was talking to Angron, his eyelids twitched. He sensed an extremely familiar aura, but he did not want to feel it now.

At the very edge of his vision, Hades saw a necromancer standing there, wielding a scarlet scythe and resembling a ruler—it didn't seem to possess much reason, and even as a ruler, the long drifting in the whirlpool had left its joints covered in tiny rust particles.

It raised its sickle.

Behind the overlord, on the desolate plains where a blizzard raged, a colossal structure slowly rose. Between its four corner black stone pillars, crackling lightning and agonizing howls emanated, tearing through the wind and snow and reaching Hades' ears directly—

Fragments of a star god, that's... which star god is that?

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Hades' mind went blank for a brief moment.

If Hades were alone now, he would already have figured out where to bury himself.

To date, Hades has mostly been dealing with psionic beings, which is the source of his confidence to fight.

But now, Khorne's excellent matchmaking system has matched Hades with... real physical players.

Although Hades knew he possessed a portion of the Void Dragon's power, it was merely a fragment, an extremely small part, and Hades had never actually used this power in combat.