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

Chapter 279. 271. Beware of Tzeentch, He Likes to Have Fun
The Yaolan's coquettish figure rose from the ground, and the phantom feathers swirled and fell, the densely packed feathers were like scales, shining with ever-changing light.

The entire space began to distort, and the slums in the distance were like burning dirty flames, screaming, laughing, crying, and billions of voices came from the shattered body of Absidul.

The concentration of the subspace here has soared to the extreme, and the waves of psionic energy surged from the other side. The entire altar was like a lonely boat in the sea.

Hades' face remained unchanged, the sickle obituary drew fire on the ground, he stood still, opened the black field, and signaled the soulless people to approach the shelter.

The fort-star mecha stands around Hades, and its powerful physical defense mechanism makes Hades only need to worry about the spiritual attack from the subspace.

As Hades expected, the concentration of subspace at this moment cannot allow him to complete the suppression at all, and he needs external force.

Hades silently counted down in his heart.

ten, nine, eight
The sound of metal twisting sounded in every tank, and the red light flashed, becoming more and more urgent——

Hades stared at the phantom that was still taking shape, always on guard against the attack from the opposite side, but unexpectedly, apart from the useless psionic impact, the demon that was still crawling out of the subspace did not make any other attacks.

Hades blinked, it seemed that the demon that was forcibly summoned didn't want to fight him.

three two
A faint flame glowed from the opening of the detonator.

The last point of the phantom began to form a real image, and the two-headed bird was staring at the seemingly small Hades under it.

Hades raised his eyebrows, Carlos the Life Weaver, he probably knew that the next step was to speak harshly.

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Sure enough, the bird's two beaks let out a deafening smirk at the same time,

But at the same time, its hand stretched out to its own eerie, slender neck.

+Fools playing with fate——+
+Struggling on the fateful track--+
Out of the corner of his eye, Carlos the Life Weaver saw Hades smile as he loaded the Soulless Bomb.

It also saw the crisp and bright sparks light up from the intricate streets and alleys, the ominous black mist rose into the sky, and all perceptions were slowly erased——

Carlos made a decisive decision, his words were still stuck in his throat, but his claws had already exerted force, and the sharp pointed armor directly pierced the newly formed flesh and blood body, and the smooth feathers on the neck exploded messily between the claws, short A scream interrupted the speech.

+ Pay the price! +
zero.

The dense black stone mist suddenly rises, fighting with the thick smoke from the chaotic flames, the dense spiritual energy environment is suddenly shocked, the ashes of the psychic user are suddenly shielded, the concentration of black stone increases suddenly, the authority has been handed over, Pluto Take power yourself.

——Underworld—fall—come——

Everything is quiet.

Deep and ominous dark clouds enveloped the land, from which green lightning revealed a vigorous and sharp body from time to time. Death was His raindrops. Under the dark clouds, people fell to the ground silently and trembling.

There are no noisy psykers screaming and subspace sea waves, and no prophecies playing tricks on people's hearts. Silence is the patent of the dead, and it is also the favorite of Hades.

The raindrops fell, the waves began to recede, and the flood water receded, leaving a barren land.

Hades looked at the last fading blue with regret, he didn't catch it, and could see the future Carlos exile himself back to the subspace at the last moment.

It's a pity that their Mr. Carlos committed suicide and fled before finishing his prophecy and abuse.

Hades lowered his eyes, perceiving the suddenly extinguished souls in the Nether Realm. Farther away, in those areas that could not be killed, he also brought nauseating dizziness to these psykers.

The high-altitude wind is always bitter, and the rising black stone powder is quickly subsiding. Hades can feel that after a brief welcome, the environment here is once again hostile to him.

This thick dark cloud began to become unstable, and soon, it dispersed with the wind.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the normal sunlight that conformed to the rules of atmospheric refraction shone on the land again.

But at the last second when the psychic energy disappeared, Hades suddenly flashed surprise in his eyes——

【Gather!Get close to the mecha! ! ! 】

A piercing shout sounded from the channel of the soulless, and the next moment, there was a roaring explosion in the land under their feet.

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[Never expect danger, danger does not need help.There is no such thing as a destiny for man to challenge himself, and an active desire for war never lifts morale. 】

【——Extreme Warrior Notes 56.xxi】

They are famous for their self-denial and rationality, observing, analyzing, deciding, and implementing. This is the sharpest weapon of the No.13 Legion.

This is also the reason why Guilliman was able to lead the Thirteenth Legion and achieve brilliant results in the Great Crusade.

And now, he observed, Mortarion was not in a good mood.

Based on his own analysis, Guilliman quickly concluded that Mortarion had learned of a failed strategic move, and one of the highest importance.

Mortarion, who had just tried to accost him, was now a war machine directing the advance with a deadpan face.

And what just happened. There was a huge explosion in the slums, right after those two phantoms just now.

Guilliman raised his eyes. He was thinking about how to ask and learn more about all of this, the Death Guard's battle plan, and the characteristics of the enemy... so as to fight better.

But it is obvious that the Death Guard are currently immersed in a kind of lamentable killing war, and a kind of angry fighting spirit burns them.

With Mortarion at the head, the Death Guard front is advancing at a steady but alarming speed.

The Stormbird whizzed through the air, blowing up all the large building bunkers into wreckage riddled with holes, and at the same time transmitting the latest aerial bird's-eye view to the ground troops.

Large chunks of building stones were splashed along with the soil, and there were blood, flesh and stumps mixed inside, but they couldn't be identified from the dirty soil.

Although the Death Guard were very fast, they still maintained the synchronization of the overall front. Guilliman observed the map, and no group of teams chased forward blindly because they were addicted to the pursuit.

The Death Guards at the rear will use a mobile missile to further clear small and medium-sized obstacles for the soldiers on the front line, and blow up larger crowds to provide a better combat environment for the Death Guards at the front.

The soldiers in the middle were responsible for burning the dead or dying wizards with flames. In order to relieve the pressure, the front line would also put a few enemies in the middle from time to time.

Most of the Ultramarines were also on the central front, responsible for supplementing the damage, but at the same time, Guilliman also ordered his fighters to learn and imitate the actions of the frontline Death Guard——

While keeping them as far away from the green flames of the Death Guard as possible, Guilliman was amazed that the breathing system of the Ultramarine's helmet could not completely filter out the smell of these poisonous flames.

The death guards at the front are obviously elites. They are familiar with psykers. Faced with the half-mad wizard's psychic howls and psychic sparks, the death guards drew out their scythes and took the lives of the enemies as quickly as possible. .

In areas distorted by the psyker's pain, grenades of a certain quality were thrown, and Guilliman could see that those grenades had the property of stabilizing physical space.

Mortarion rushed to the front, with a certain uneasy rage, the Primarch who often dealt with wizards was amazingly proficient, he rushed straight into the gathered wizards who were trying to cast a spell, and used the scythe to kill them all. cut open.

Blood and minced meat splattered all over the place.

The air was trembling, and Mortarion yelled violently into the communication channel. Some special airdrop pods flew across the sky, and Guilliman could see that those airdrop pods would land in densely populated areas, including Some landed in ghetto locations too.

Guilliman knew how to speak,

【my brother!The Ultramarines can also back up here if necessary. 】

【No, no need. 】

Mortarion's irritated voice sounded from the channel,
【Keep up with the death guards, we need to clear the way to the slums as soon as possible! 】

In the bird's-eye view map that was sent, the Absidu army that had been disbanded in advance, those troops that were placed outside the royal city and were at insignificant nodes, were converging towards the slums at full speed.

Those heavy vehicles filled with explosives were rushing towards the wreckage of the altar that was suddenly completely blown up.

Currently only the Death Guard's air units are intercepting them, the main force is being held back by the wizards of the settlements, although they are the most skilled butchers, it will still take time to clean up a million wandering sheep.

Explosions sounded from the slums from time to time, billowing thick smoke obscured the sight of the Stormbirds, and the low and crowded shacks were the best fuel for the flames.

And Hades's channel is still [lost connection].

Mortarion cursed in a low voice, they were deceived by this planet, they were careless, even though it was a world of wizards, they still had the simplest and most brutal physical fighting methods.

But the Death Guard drop pods have arrived, and of course they can.
Among the completely blown up wreckage, a hand stretched out from the ruins. Immediately afterwards, a lying stone was pushed away and hit the ground with a dull sound.

Hades stood up expressionlessly, his helmet missing, and blood dripping from one side of his head, but it had begun to dry.

The sufficient spiritual energy flow of the altar is not the spiritual energy that drives the magic circle, but the safety buckle that suppresses the explosives and prevents them from detonating.

In other words, no one can detonate these explosives except Hades.

Hades wasn't sure if Tzeentch wanted him to live or to die - but he could tell that Tzeentch did give him a slap in the face, with a dark sense of humor.

In the infrared imaging of the left eye, Hades saw the poor, ignorant, and death-seeking enemy soldiers trying to move towards him in the thick smoke.

After accurately and carefully assessing the current situation, and after confirming that there is nothing hidden in the environment here,

Hades raised his scythe.

　3k words!
　　Yes, code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)