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

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Therefore, Hades knew the opponent's second move.

If Hades and his forces are determined not to leave the city, then they can use the human army that appears out of nowhere to storm into the city, weakening the city's defenses while attacking, and summoning the demon army.

Hades was certain that the enormous number of sacrifices would summon a truly staggering army of demons.

Hades' victory just now was mainly due to his surprise attack. If the opponent tries to create distance and kite him, the situation becomes less clear.

He can't always gamble that he can take down the enemy.

It seems that the outcome of the battle will now depend on how many followers the opposing side has prepared.

Hades wasn't too concerned about the combat strength of the human believer army, because previous investigations had shown that the planet's overall military strength was relatively weak.

He looked towards the forest again, where the psionic fluctuations were unusually intense due to the presence of a large army of believers.

Thick, putrid fog drifted through the air, and yellowish sap hung from the tall trees. Whenever the explorers stepped inside, the rotting traces would quickly creep up their metal.

The metal became mottled and began to soften and rot.

They were trapped in the city and unable to enter the forest.

The continuously growing forest provides suitable soil for the preservation of life. A large number of lives are stored in the forest, breathing quietly, waiting for the day they will be awakened.

Now, slumbering life awakens from its endless dream and begins its journey toward the desolate city.

They twist, shove, corrupt, and weaken the barriers between reality and chaos.

Hades pulled his foot away, and foul-smelling mud lingered, dripping from his power armor.

After initially deploying his friars, Hades did not follow the scattered squads to hide among the rows of buildings, but instead headed towards the very center of the wide square.

He wanted to take a look at that black stone obelisk.

Hades had just realized that the Corruptor was intentionally preventing him from getting close to the center of the square.

Hades instinctively wanted to take a deep breath, but he held it in.

Jin and he trudged through the mud; everyone else had already dispersed into their designated positions.

When they arrived, Hades looked up at the black stone obelisk that pierced the clouds.

On what was once a perfectly straight line, a dent was clearly visible, and the dark parts inside, with their faintly flickering electric light, stimulated Hades's eyes.

Hades' pupils contracted, his originally dark eyes suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Knowledge lingered in his ears, whispering to him.

The structure and function of the obelisks flashed before his eyes like shooting stars.

The wisdom accumulated over thousands of years flows here like a galaxy.

He... seems like he can fix it?!

Jin stayed quietly beside Hades, watching Hades unconsciously begin selecting equipment around the Space Obelisk, muttering to himself.

Hades understood.

The black obelisk of the Necromancer is created by infusing the existing spatial properties into the veil to strengthen or weaken the barrier that separates the subspace from the physical universe.

The layout and space in which the obelisk is located determine its polarity.

Polarity determines whether it utilizes the physical world to strengthen the barrier or the subspace to weaken the barrier.

The initial design of this obelisk was to reinforce the barrier.

If this obelisk is repaired.

So even if the enemy's pre-prepared army is sacrificed, they still cannot summon demons!

Under the cover of the Black Stone Obelisk, they could gradually eliminate the massive army and gain a chance of survival.

"Buy me some time."

A static signal of agreement and support came from the channel, indicating that the Sage Kirkland had given his approval.

Hades estimated in his mind that he could force it to start in about one Terra hour.

Yes, you can make it.

Hades took out the obituary, pointed his scythe downwards, and plunged it deep into the ground.

Then he naturally stepped onto the sickle, which was too thin for his body, like a falcon perched on a slender branch.

Jin stared in disbelief as Hades went up, but the scythe stood firmly without the slightest tremor.

However, Hades, whose mind was full of complex structures and formulas, didn't notice what he was doing; he just wanted to reach the higher gap.

Hades controlled the servo arm behind him to extend, and the plasma cutter began to slowly adjust to the appropriate firepower.

No, Hades blinked.

Something seems off about the inside of the obelisk.

A part is missing.

The components for detecting and utilizing space characteristics are missing.

No, no, if you force it open, connecting only part of the pathway should be feasible.

At worst...

Hades suddenly had a crazy idea.

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Chapter 124 Do Not Disturb, Writing a Will

The mucus flowed slowly.

It slowly sank to the cold ground, then spread across the floor tiles as the man moved.

The man blinked in confusion, but there was nothing in his empty eye sockets. His eyes had long since rotted, and through his open eyes, a thick, gelatinous, yellowish-flesh substance was clearly visible behind the eye sockets.

it hurts

The dull pain cut away at his flesh piece by piece like a knife; he was rotting, inevitably sliding towards death.

But he is not dead yet, because the devil needs him to live.

Behind him, a huge storage pool was sunken, densely packed with naked human figures, as well as fruits crushed by the painful struggles of humans. The rotten juice and human bodily fluids mixed together, emitting a putrid smell.

The fruit kept falling into the pool.

They are imprisoned here, alive, conscious, and suffering.

But now, they will be used.

"Let's go!"

The woman's scream rang out, and the man blinked in confusion. His muddled brain wouldn't allow him to think too much, but he vaguely recognized that it was the voice of their leader.

"I will set you free."

He believed that Lord Reeb would lead them to freedom.

"sorry Sorry!"

The adult was crying, and the man tried to smile and comfort her, but he couldn't.

So he slowly and unsteadily struggled to squeeze out of the pool of liquid. His arms became weak and not very useful, so he used his teeth to gnaw at the hard pool wall to separate himself from the crowd.

He is a signal.

After the man, the densely packed crowd began to move.

The first zombie emerged from the west of the city and was discovered by the 26th squad of the Guardians.

A gunshot rang out, marking the beginning of the second phase of the war.

The bullet, whistling with fury, pierced the walker's skull precisely, and with a meaningless sway, the walker fell.

The images seen by the Guardians were faithfully transmitted back to Hades and the Sage Kirkland.

No, if it were only this bad, the support team in the forest wouldn't have disappeared without a trace.

Hades, who was manipulating the plasma cutter to cut open the black obelisk and intend to create a larger gap for repairs, thought to himself, "I'm using a bit of my computing power to do this."

It could be that the opposing army is too large, or there could be an ambush in the forest, or it could be that there are other high-combat-power units.

"Beware of a surprise attack."

Hades opened the communication channel and spoke to Kirkland.

Sage Kirkland stood at the last line of defense. Although he longed to go to the front, if the enemy were to use a surprise attack or teleportation to reach this square again, he would be the last bulwark protecting Hades as he repaired the obelisk.

More and more zombies staggered out of the fog, and the mist that had surrounded the forest began to spread toward the city as the army arrived.

The first echelon of the Guardians stood on the city wall, coordinating their fire at the zombies, the sound of their arc rifles ringing out continuously.

Batch after batch of zombies fell, oozing viscous bodily fluids.

Their companions behind them, oblivious to the pile of corpses, continued to trudge forward, their feet sinking deep into the mud.

Sage Kirkland watched the images transmitted from the front-line Apostolic Army, his computing engine precisely calculating—

As yet another zombie fell atop the pile of corpses, the Sage Kirkland's command was immediately transmitted to the minds of the Guardians.

[set fire.]

The incendiary bomb traced a graceful arc and landed precisely on the pile of corpses.

"boom!"

Fueled by a massive amount of organic matter, fiery red flames erupted instantly, engulfing the attacking zombies and wiping them out completely.

But the zombies behind them continued to advance without any awareness. They had long been accustomed to pain a thousand times worse than this. The flames burned their bodies, and the salty fat melted into grease, dripping between the flames and crackling.

Thick smoke billowed up, and the stench of burning could be smelled even in the farthest parts of the city.

"Crazy, really crazy."

The Kirkland sage whispered that the sight of the rotting crowd slowly and resolutely marching toward the front lines was too shocking.

But the scene before them was excellent; those enemies were doomed, and their corpses were the best fuel for the flames.

however--

"Thump~ thump~ thump~ thump~ thump~ thump~ thump~ thump

The bells rang, and seven songs were sung.

The zombies stopped trembling, blinked their bewildered eyes, and began to gather in groups of seven into a circle.

Sage Kirkland shuddered. Something was wrong!

Based on his brief encounter with demons, the sage deduced that this was definitely not a good thing.

[Attack! Don't let them form a circle!]

[Prioritize attacking the queue that is about to form a circle!]

The defenders immediately unleashed a barrage of fire, but the large number of people gathered on the other side meant that many seven-person circles were still completed.

The Kirkland sage stared intently at the incoming image—

The seven people knelt down, and then, as if gripped by a giant hand, they trembled as blood and fluid gushed from their bodies.

"boom!"

Blood and flesh splattered, twisting and beginning to take shape.

In just a few breaths, a bloated creature the size of a person appeared in the center of the sacrificial circle.

The body was extremely swollen, with large patches of rotten red ulcers plastered on its excrement-green outer skin. Through the semi-transparent, rotting skin, mucus sloshed about.

Beneath the uneven, strangely glowing sharp corners was a pale red, single eye the size of a scar.

A long, bright red tongue stuck out and licked its single eye.

After encountering demons that were as swarming as flies, the Sage Kirkland was once again deeply shaken.

But after glancing at Hades, who was still working tirelessly to repair the obelisk on the channel, he silently calmed himself down.

He will cleanse all that is blasphemous.