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

Chapter 114 103. Something is wrong!
Above the port of Mars, all kinds of flagships are constantly flowing, the luster of the metal is shining brightly under the light of the indicator lights, and the roar of the plasma engine is one after another.

Among the countless fleets that took off, a group of smaller spaceships also ignited their engines, escaped the gravity of Mars, and headed towards space.

The star language from Pluto instructs the spacecraft to enter the star gate of the solar star field, where the subspace waves of blue-purple brilliant light surge.

The spaceship adjusted the angle of the auxiliary engine, and slowly entered the established channel of the subspace.

Planet Sigma 373.

just now.

It is a small asteroid of emerald green and dark brown, and the eyes from afar are focusing on it at this moment.

[The atmosphere of the planet here is in good condition, there are no electronic storms, and there are few obstacles on the ground, so it can land. ]
The crew stared at Niaopuyi, and the image of this area was in front of him at the moment.

[clear. ]
[Prepare to land. ]
The exploration fleet from afar landed slowly in a large open space in the forest. Grass and ferns were flying in the violent airflow blown by the engine, and the leaves on the towering trees not far away were also rolling.

The fleet was covered in pitch black, and the scarlet Mechanicus Skeleton was hideous on it, and the gears were rotating and stationed on it.

Here they are.

Not in a hurry to come out first, Hades was still bored in his cabin sleeping and resting, every time he felt like vomiting after a subspace voyage, so Hades decisively chose to sleep and pretend to be dead, waiting for the shallow Findings.

The message to apply for a spaceship to the nearby forge world was also sent out. Hades can use a small aircraft to join the fleet of this forge world after investigating the world.

But what no one knows is that an electronic storm unique to this planet is gathering.

Some small drones were released, flying to collect data in this area, and approaching the human city in the distance.

Dressed in red robes and engraved with the Mechanicus logo, the skitarii also lined up along the exit of the spaceship to explore and identify dangerous objects near the spaceship.

Binary mechanical chants also played in the air with the footsteps of the cathars.

In order to avoid the influence of clouds and atmospheric airflow on the entire fleet, and to prevent the possible influence of the fleet's instruments on the Blackstone Obelisk, the Kirkland sage parked the fleet in a large forest open space far away from the human city.

When the entire fleet landed, except for the unsuitable terrain on the ground, the atmospheric landing conditions here could be called textbook-level ideals.

The cathar's foot broke a dead tree with a click, but there was no echo in this silent forest.

The vines are winding slowly.

It was pitch black, but consciousness remained.

"You shouldn't be here."

Hades looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in disbelief.

This man was wearing a simple and capable black priest's suit, with bright green straight lines simply outlining geometric patterns, and obelisk-like decorations adorning his neckline.

Neatly combed white hair, well-trimmed beard.

"who are you?"

Hades spoke,
"I am Bishop Mazel, young man."

The bishop nodded slightly.

"You shouldn't be here."

He spoke bitterly,
"I... this hurt everyone."

Bishop Mazel stared at Hades, who was sure he saw a spark of anger in his eyes.

The bishop wanted to say something else, he gritted his teeth, exhausted, which was in stark contrast to his neat clothes.

But he ended up saying only one sentence.

"Forget it. You can't escape."

"Young man, if you still have a conscience,"

"Just help me kill her."

The bishop's dark blue eyes were fixed on Hades.

"This is what you owe us, and this is what you owe everyone."

Hades opened his eyes.

The figure of the man gradually blurred, his mind went blank, and the dream began to fade.

Do Space Marines dream too?Hades thought nonchalantly.

But no matter what, this dream interrupted his sleep, and Hades sat by the bed, dazed in a daze.

This dream is so strange?
He killed everyone?

It was what he owed them, who did Hades owe it?

Kill her, who is she?
"Master Hades, the preliminary investigation results of the sage Kirkland on this planet have come out, please meet with the sage immediately."

"Master Hades? Lord Hades!!!"

"Get up, don't sleep, Hades!!!"

However, Jin's loud shout outside the door interrupted Hades' daze.

"Hey, hey, here we come!"

Hades got up in a hurry. No matter what, he stayed dead for a month before he had to join the fleet of another forging world.

Why did I have a nightmare when I first came here.

Hades shook his head.

The big deal is that something is wrong and run away early, Hades thought so.

Death Guard Endurance, unknown.

"You said that the fleet that Hades was on lost communication?"

Mortarion knocked on the table unconsciously, with a slightly irritable frequency.

It is not uncommon for the spacecraft to briefly lose communication.

Regional subspace storms and fluctuations in nearby stars can all cause this phenomenon.

But time is running out.

The entire fleet of the Death Guard is busy undergoing pre-war remodeling, strengthening defenses, and remodeling engines. The detailed tasks are assigned by the regiment commander layer by layer.

The Death Guard already await their prey.

In the Galaspar star field, those thick and grand star cluster defenses are sleeping quietly.

As it got closer to the Galaspar sector, Kalastephon began to hear some strange sounds.

He blinked uneasily, instinctively telling him that this was a problem at the spiritual level.

But the previous incident had broken his relationship with the death guard's think tank and the mourners.

In desperation, Calastephon had to find another way. He tried to go to the area where the Death Guard stationed the untouchables.

The Untouchables hadn't been trained yet, and since the soulless were too much of a pain for the others, Mortarion decided to leave the matter to Hades.

As hard as it is, it does dampen those whispers.

Reluctantly, the daily whispers kept Karas in a bad mood.

Maybe if Hades is here, he can ask Hades to take a look.

Karas thought reluctantly.

Kalastephon sat in a dark corner in the area where the Untouchables were quartered, slowly awaiting his fate.

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