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

Chapter 181 173. Hades
People, all of them are people, people crowded people, sticking to the observation window inside the star ring.

Most of the people were wearing uniforms issued by the factory. Although most of them were not dirty, they were crumpled, with engine oil stains on them, and looked brand new.

Some wore cleaner clothes, with the badges of imperial officials sewn on the cloth, which were obviously servant clothes.

Men and women, old and young, all looked forward to it, staring at the planet beyond the window, the faint green reflected on their pale faces.

On the star ring, all the factories have temporarily stopped working, and in the star ring city, the streets are empty.

Almost all the Babarusians came to the observation area of ​​the star ring. They left their jobs in factories and their jobs serving imperial officials, and brought their wives and children with them, just to wait for that historic moment——

The day Barbarus eliminated the poison gas.

Everyone is waiting.

Tall Babarusian Death Guards were scattered among the crowd. They were specially sent by Legion Master Mortarion to maintain order, but in fact, the quiet crowd did not need any management.

Mortarion's original intention was not to let these Barbarus' death guards manage the crowd. The tall Primarch already knew about the little commotion about Barbarus in the legion.

After all, they were also Babarusians.

The death guards seem to be standing guard, but they are actually observing their own planet.

Everyone is watching, everyone is waiting.

People stood in the star ring, looked down, and looked at this beautiful green planet, which was their home.

Hades stood on the wasteland, looking up, at the fog that never disperses, which is the cage that imprisoned the Barbarians.

The tall black tower stands quietly on the vast land.

This moment has finally come, the pointer moves to the scale beyond the fate, the stage built with meditation will eventually collapse, and the actor who has been played with for a long time goes to the audience and opens his own story.

In a small room inside the main tower, Hades was staring at a simple screen, above which lights flickered.

Every time the red light flashes, it means that a black tower is ready. Thanks to Ms. Black Law and her silent nuns, these silent nuns will be responsible for the status check of the auxiliary tower.

In the distance, the nuns of silence stood silently and solemnly in the sentry tower next to the black tower, checking the status of the black tower for the last time as instructed by Hades.

Soon, all the red lights were on.

The radio waves from Graier came, and all kinds of machinery controlled by the Mechanicum were ready, and it was guaranteed that the next giant machinery would be deployed as soon as the anti-psychic energy field ended.

The sages of Graier brought their skitaris and machine servants, and they shuttled densely across the highest atmosphere of Barbarus. The giant machinery was suspended in the air by the shuttle fleet, shaking slightly.

This is the minimum distance just enough not to be touched by the Anti-Psionic Field.

With all the sensors turned on, the sages don't want to miss every detail that comes next.

That's it, all set.

Hades sighed softly, he concentrated, raised the obituary, the blade was facing down, and inserted into a gap in the ground, the huge blade fit perfectly with the black ground.

This is where the black tower's loop breaks.

The signal for the main tower to start charging is sent.

Above the star ring, Mortarion watched Barbarus, the Primarch felt a rare tension, the poisonous gas slowly drifted down from his armor, and piled up into a cloud-shrouded hill at Mortarion's feet.

Vox next to him also said nothing, staring at Babarus closely.

Hades took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and carefully began manipulating his black field.

The black domain flowed slowly along the obituary, quickly filled the gap, and then began to flow along the direction of the loop.
Faint tiny green lightnings began to appear around Hades' body. These tiny green lights surged irregularly, as if the space began to crack.

All colors are fading, fading, empty, except bright green
Above the wasteland, a faint green flash pierced through the mist, looming, the sky trembled, and all animals panicked.

The beasts fled in all directions in the wilderness, the flock of hawks flew towards the distance in a panic, but the hawks at the end of the team flew slower and slower, slower and slower
It fell straight to the ground.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of dark green lightning raged across the vast sky, and the light and flint pierced through the mist of thousands of years, and the piercing thunderbolts pierced the space as piercingly as the screams of the dead, and the whole world was subverted by it!

The world was trembling, trembling, trembling, the space began to blur, vision became chaotic, in the dense fog, violent lightning rolled like waves, the fog was torn apart, disassembled, and swallowed.

Frantic screams and murmurs came from a corner of the warp, but here and now, the laws of physics regained their supremacy. Chaos and disorder are the debris abandoned by the gods of physics, and firm laws will establish The cornerstone here, everything will run under the path of order and rules.

Surge, confluence, tumbling, washing everything in the world, also rushing into his mind.

Pluto watched all this.

There is no expression on his face, no sadness or joy.

All living beings die.

——Underworld—fall—come——

All is still, all is stagnant, all is faded.

The tyranny just now seemed to be just a glimpse, and the soul watching the miracle blinked incredulously, but there was nothing left except for the slightly tumbling mist.

Then, it starts to fade.

Colors recede into the distance like waves lapping on the shore.

All souls will perish, and be silent at the bottom of the sea far more lonely than death.

The creatures here are destined to have a chaotic background, and fanatical emotions may be the initial cornerstone of these souls.

Fate does not welcome him here.

Pluto stood on the shore, looking at the corpses at the bottom of the water. Bird bones and beast corpses were everywhere. On the other side of time, this place would be covered with human remains.

The skull looked at him blankly, too.

"Why are you here?"

It asked, a scarlet red light flashed in its eyes, like fresh blood.

Hades blinked, and the red light of the indicator light came on.

This marks the end of the first phase.

Hades pulled out the obituary stiffly, looked around in disbelief, a strong sense of unreality squeezed him.

Heavy, he felt tired.

In the darkness, there is nothing but the flashing lights.

Hades tried to leave, he forcefully opened the door of this small room, and with a bang, thick moisture hit his face.

It's raining.

Hades took off his helmet, and the big raindrops hit his face, flowing down from his cheeks, brushing the scar that ran through his entire face,

Hades took a deep breath, and the fresh water vapor instantly filled his nostrils.

This reminded him of the smell of the community just after it rained.

The torrential rain began to wash everything away.

(End of this chapter)