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

Chapter 133 125. The Peak of Destiny
On the vast expanse of land, white-yellow water vapor evaporates from above, flowing and accumulating to the grounded thick clouds.

On a planet based on agriculture, plentiful rainfall will lead to fertile soil and abundance that will last throughout the year.

The poisonous gas environment of Barbarus also determines that these falling raindrops contain rich chemical substances. Although they may not be very friendly to humans, they will bring nourishment to the crops of Barbarus.

There is not a farmer who has not prayed for a good harvest, the earth, please give us this full handful of grain!

Thousands of years of praying have swayed the ripples, and the gods have cast their gazes, but they have never swept across all living beings.

The first drop of rain, with Father Rain's blessing, dripped on Karas's wingtips, and the turbid rain slid down the lines of the butterfly's wings and flowed into the pale blood-red cracks.

A seed that has been touched by a loving father will break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly under the guidance of God.

Maybe it shouldn't be at this moment, the growth of the seeds takes a moderate amount of time, but the nail stuck in the gear of fate interrupts the rhythm of the growth of all things.

Then let a rainstorm and a thunderstorm wake up all sleeping things in advance!

The thunderous dirge exploded, the torrential rain poured down, the sun was not visible, and there was panic everywhere.

"Keep the formation, three people meet the enemy!"

Hades' screams spread from the dense rain, and the electrical sound of the communication channel was too noisy for people to distinguish.

As far as the eye could see, the bone-white armor of the Death Guard glared in the dim night, and the hasty march was still moving.

On the outermost side of the queue, the unique creatures on Barbarus began to attack their queue, and they became more irritable after being drenched by the strong acid rain.

Between the rain, a faint psychic light flashed by.

Hundreds of pustule hounds galloped across the wasteland, and pust eagles prowled the sky densely like raindrops. They emerged from the pouring rain, as if all the predators of Barbarus had gathered here.

Like the scene of the end of Barbarus, death emerges from the rain on Barbarus.

If anyone had been present, they might have knelt trembling.

however--

The sound of gunfire pierced through the rainy night, and the flames tore through the night.

The Death Guard silently pointed their scythes and muzzles at the neighing prey.

The flesh and blood of the enemy mixed with the splash of rain, and the flesh and mud of the mud mixed together.

This time the Death Guard brought by Mortarion and Hades were all of Barbarus descent.

They had wrestled with these Barbarus beasts since the day they swore to follow Mortarion, from the day they had only a simple gas mask.

Back then, they relied on suicide marches, and comrades selected by the enemy would be responsible for attracting firepower. Every time they encountered an enemy, it would be a farewell.

But now, the enemy's corpse is shattered under their sickle blades, and every bullet will accurately take away a life!
The beast that once required an entire Rebel squad to kill, is not worth mentioning before the modified body, sophisticated power armor, and advanced bomb gun.

They will be the new Deaths of Barbarus.

Hades was a little helpless to find that the outermost groups that responded to the enemy would even consciously retreat to the inner circle after a period of time, not to rest, but to let those comrades who were eager to try come out to meet the enemy.

But it is also in line with the marching tactics, Hades didn't say much, as long as the formation of the entire team can be maintained and the marching speed can be maintained.

Mortarion's voice sounded,
".Babarus, has it always been related to me?"

"I think so."

Hades replied silently.

The entire Barbarus has long had an inexplicable connection with Nurgle. It is the originally destined stage, and it is the beginning of the original destiny.

And now, fate is still trying to dial back the established track.

The entire army quickly entered the mountainous area, and the increasingly turbid rain came with thick poisonous gas, but the power armor blocked them one by one.

The road up the mountain was narrow and dangerous, and it was not suitable for large troops to advance, so Hades and Mortarion left two hundred Death Guards and five untouchables at the entrance to guard the mountain road, preventing wild beasts from the wasteland from moving towards the mountain. Hill attack.

Afterwards, it was proved that the choice of this step was correct.

Hades and Mortarion led the rest of the army up the hill.

Starting with the Death Shroud, Hades and Mortarion were always at the forefront of the team. Under the torrential rain, those familiar and unfamiliar scenery and memories gradually caught up with their footsteps.

This is where they were shelled
Hades subconsciously started to be alert, but this time, the crisis came from his feet.

The wet and soft soil soaked by the rain was like a swamp, pulling their feet towards the ground, and the smooth and hard feet of the power armor were climbed up by the soft mud.

A bolt of lightning struck.

Big and small, bloated and thin, the figure of the alien lord suddenly appeared from the mud.

Fluctuations of psionic energy flickered around them, and the lord's eyes turned white, with no autonomy at all.

Hades observed carefully, and he was sure that basically all the alien lords on Babarus were here, but to his surprise, there was no sign of Nacre here.

"I didn't expect them to be another kind of puppet plaything after all."

Mortarion's voice sounded from the back of the breathing mask. Those alien lords who once oppressed the people of Barbarus and used human corpses to sew puppets were nothing but slaves of another higher level.

He raised the scythe to silence, the chainsaw blade roared, and the chains tied to the end of the scythe rustled.

"The defeated general is just another kill."

He was answered by the gunfire of the Death Guard's attack.

The fluctuation of spiritual energy came from among the lords. Compared with Mortarion who directly harvested the stronger aliens with his memory, Hades commanded the team that protected the untouchables, carefully cutting and suppressing the spirits of the alien lords. can fluctuate.

The Untouchables were dispersed among the Xenomorphs to calm the raging waves of the Warp and strengthen the barriers between the Warp and the physical world.

Surrounded by the untouchables, the psychic flash dimmed instantly, and the death guards around it immediately seized the opportunity and began to harvest.

While staring at the information on the helmet, Hades easily cut off an alien lord. Its dull head spun and fell to the ground, splashing blood spots on the mud.

The fluctuations in the subspace here are very intense, and the alien lords who use a lot of psionic energy also intensify the ripples. The life data transmitted from the armor of the untouchables is very ugly, and some weak untouchables even fell into a coma.

Hades frowned. Although the untouchables had a restrained relationship with subspace creatures, as long as the strength of the opposite side was high enough, they could actually bring pressure to the untouchables in reverse.

But the good news is that the current Death Guard is enough to deal with these alien lords. Even though arms and bodies are constantly crawling out of the mud, the huge number and equipment advantages still make the Death Guard invincible.

"The other side wants to hold us back."

Mortarion's voice came from the communication channel, and the crackling sound almost made Hades fail to hear his words clearly.

Mortarion lowered his gun, aiming at the corpse that had just been cut into several pieces by Nixie, blood and flesh surged, as if he still wanted to put himself together.

"boom!"

The blue-purple flash of the alien pistol's ghost flashed after it was charged.

Hades swept across the obituary, and the alien's body was broken in two, but after falling this time, there was no more struggle.

Hades pondered for a moment, analyzing the battlefield situation at the moment.

The corpses that got up were obviously less than the ones they killed, and the number of lords on the field was gradually decreasing.

But it is estimated that there is still some time before everything is cleaned up.

"Go up?"

"Ah."

After leaving enough death guards, and with some elite death guards and death shrouds, they continued to climb upwards.

But this time, no one was left behind by the poisonous gas.

Hades subconsciously held his breath.

Billowing poisonous gas hovered over the top of the mountain, but the torrential rain stopped here, and the thick clouds formed a huge cavity here.

Foot-deep, calm rainwater piles up on this hilltop platform.

In that spot, in the spot where they had fought the xenomorphed Naccore, a bloated figure was standing there.

Brilliant and erosive colors, drifting in the dim light, a pair of huge butterfly wings unfolded from the back of Kalastiphon, on the pale and swollen face, fine and regular moss-like patterns climbed on it .

There were no other enemies, no imaginary ambush, he just hovered there quietly, with his toes on the water——

smile.

"I got here anyway, Mortarion, I did."

Callastephon was talking to himself, and seemed to be speaking to Mortarion.

Hades directly raised the deflagration gun, ready to shoot——

Mortarion stopped his shot with a hand.

? !
"15 seconds."

Hades took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and at the same time let the death guards who followed them up the mountain scatter around, occupying a favorable shooting point.

He can give them 15 seconds to think about life.

Mortarion nodded.

"Caras, why?"

Mortarion felt his voice crack, why, why betray?

It wasn't until Mortarion stood here and saw Callastephon's fallen figure with his own eyes that the last sliver of luck in his heart was completely shattered.

Why mutiny.

Could it be that Karas was bewitched by the chaos of the subspace and fell into the abyss himself?
The original inertia was completely broken, old friends turned against each other, why?

Mortarion remembers that Karas who was outspoken to him, when did he become what he is now?
Callastephon smiled,

"Weakness is the original sin."

He said.

"You are not really weak, you have not understood."

It was Hades' roaring bullet that answered him.

Mortarion was startled for a moment, but quickly raised his scythe and rushed towards his former friend, while Hades' bullets brushed past him, heading straight for Kalastephon.

"--throat--"

Karas raised his sickle, and even directly blocked the powerful blow from the Primarch!
Weird yellow-green psychic lightning wrapped around his scythe. Mortarion knew that Karas might use psionic power, so he immediately untied the scythe to relieve the force, and did not stand in a stalemate with him.

"We have all seen those unacceptable scenes, why do you still choose to degenerate?!"

Mortarion spoke hoarsely,
"There is no freedom in this world! Mortarion, sooner or later the flames of war will consume us all!"

Typhon stared at them, they were in the abyss they didn't know.

To be in the company of a tyrant who doesn't care about the individual is doomed to ruin.

"Instead of working for a tyrant, it is better to choose a benevolent father. He will at least give us a peaceful ending."

It's a pity that He is unwilling to accept Hades, he can only save part of the
"Mortarion, I believe you are not one to be fooled by appearances!"

Merciful Mortarion will understand him.
"fart!"

Seeing Mortarion retreating, Hades, who had been assisting in shooting just now, stepped forward and began to wrestle with Karas.

"If you are forced to be a dog, don't bark!"

Hearing this, Mortarion glanced at Hades in disbelief. Had he ever said something like that?

Hades, on the other hand, was unconscious, frantically trying to break through Kalastiphon's sickle defense.

The Seiko backpack behind Hades and the melta gun also directly hit Karas's face and started shooting, but they were all stopped by a faint layer of spiritual energy barrier around Karastifon.

Karas' bloated body entwined with spiritual energy, and that spiritual energy shield, were completely vulnerable to Hades' black field!
But the premise is that he breaks the scythe that Karas returned to defend!

Karas, who was cursed by Nurgle, became extremely powerful, and Hades felt his arm numb from the shock.

Aware of Hades' plan, Mortarion swung his scythe directly from the side—

Water splashes!

Callas flapped his wings and flew directly into the sky, his colorful and dull wings fluttered in the air, and the circling clouds of poisonous gas began to gather around him, and the violent spiritual energy flashed and moved.

"I'm sorry you don't always understand this, Hades."

He was condescending, overlooking the small spot on the ground.

"You're so short-sighted, Hades, short-sighted and superficial."

"Whenever Mortarion and I were thinking about how we got here, how we made up our minds, you always reluctantly left."

Hades, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and looked at the figure that rose into the sky. Every time, why is it a flying enemy every time? !
The gunshot rang out, and Kalastiphon lightly dodged the shots from the Death Guard.

"Short-sighted and ignorant, blindly staring at their own things, unwilling to look up to those more grand narratives."

Hades looked at Mortarion, the chain on Mortarion's scythe was obviously not long enough.

Hades looked at Karas again. Obviously, Karas had to wait for the accumulation of clouds before the next attack.

He opened the private comm channel and said a few words to Mortarion.

Mortarion nodded.

Hades stepped back slowly.

Karas stared at him suspiciously, he could feel the power of the clouds and the rain building up, they didn't have much time, except for Mortarion, the rest, Karas would send them to their deaths.

however--

Mortarion inserted the sickle into the field beside him, and Hades, who had just retreated, rushed towards Mortarion!

The Primarch crossed his hands into a pedal and directly sent Hades rushing up into the sky.

"I'm superficial? It's you who are short-sighted!"

Following the lift Mortarion gave him, Hades charged directly at Karas, trying to attack him with the obituary.

Karas was dumbfounded, and then laughed.

"You're always so stupid."

He happily watched Hades rush over, turned around, and avoided the barbarian's attack.

He watched as Hades' figure began to fall under the pull of gravity, Hades was still trying to attack him with teeth and claws, some bullets came again, destined to be useless.

"is it?"

Along with Hades' voice, there was also a huge scythe that arrived at Karas' position——

Mortarion threw the sickle Nirvana directly!

The figure of Hades blocked the sickle behind him just now!

Karas, who had been paying attention to Hades, was hit by the giant scythe, and the gleaming scythe tore his power armor deeply, and the internal organs spilled out.

And Hades, who had just fallen, grabbed the chain that Mortarion had released on purpose, originally wrapped around the end of the sickle. Hades exerted force with both hands, and with a violent pause, he directly pulled Karas down!

Typhon flapped his wings violently, trying to resist the pull from Hades, but the Primarch's great skill kept the scythe stuck between Kalastephon's flesh and skeleton, and it was impossible to escape.

The clouds that had just gathered began to dissipate again, as if realizing that the general situation was over, outside the mountain, the originally torrential rain began to thin out.

They fell straight to the ground under the action of gravity.

"Bang! Bang!"

the water splashed away,

Hades pressed on Karas, suppressing Karas with the black domain, and he held the sickle to announce his obituary, ready to harvest life.

"Do not kill me."

A flash of sobriety suddenly flashed in Karas' originally cloudy eyes, and he began to struggle. He tried to continue speaking, no, you can't kill me, but the phlegm that came up stopped him from speaking.

There was a whimper.

Hades doesn't care, swings the scythe——

Blood trickled down the power armor.

Hades took a deep breath to control his extreme anger.

He turned his head and looked at Mortarion who was holding his obituary at the moment, preventing him from continuing to chop.

"Don't tell me you still want to save him."

"Do not,"

Mortarion said,
"I know this witchcraft."

He pointed to the tiny pattern that Kalastiphon had climbed on his face,
"The death of the host will open a rift leading to the subspace."

"And everything around him will be sucked indiscriminately into the turbulence of the Warp."

That's their real plan.

Hardiston paused, and he thought for a moment irritably.

Then he took a deep breath,

"Then do you have another way?"

Mortarion was dumbfounded.

But at the same time, Hades could feel that Kalastiphon's spiritual energy began to become disordered——

Hades made a decisive decision, and he directly strangled Karas' throat with his left hand that was not holding the sickle.

The black domain began to flow down Hades' left hand, and after feeling the soul, they naturally gushed out of the originally imprisoned range.

Karas's soul began to tremble, and Hades could feel him trying to escape.

Large pieces of muddy green and small pieces of white that are not yet dirty are mixed together, forming the soul of Kalastiphon.

The blasphemous breath came from the dark green soul spark.

Hades took control of the Black Realm and cautiously began trying to devour Karas' soul.

This was the first time he took the initiative to devour a "human" soul, which made Hades subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

Karas's soul screamed and fled, but was soon surrounded by the slowly pouring black realm.

Sweat dripped from Hades' head, and it was extremely difficult and tiring to control the black field outside the body, as if he had run around the Barbarus equator.

Soon Callas lost his voice and lay there dying.

Hades let go of his grip on Karas' throat, and looked at Karas in silence.

All the signs of Nurgle disappeared, and Karas became like a dead man. Even if he was left alone, he would not live long after the wound was torn open by the scythe Nirvana.

Hades was sure that even if Karas was killed now, the witchcraft would not work.

There was only a small piece of his soul now, and Hades devoured the muddy bits.

Can people survive without most of their souls?Hades didn't know.

Mortarion picked up Hades, the Primarch silently picked up Karas, and the two wings fell off Typhon's back.

"Get ready to go down the mountain."

Mortarion said.

Hades, who was so tired and was about to lose his strength, was in no mood to refute him this time.

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