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

Chapter 280. 272. A War

The sickle blade tore through flesh and blood, and the flames licked dry bones. After the gunfire, only ashes remained.

Mortarion pulled the fuse of the grenade and threw it at the wizards hiding behind the heavy vehicles trying to cast a spell. Before they could let out those dying wailings, he grabbed the chain on the dead end of the scythe, and put the Throwing the huge and heavy weapon directly at the damn heavy vehicle.

After a tooth-piercing sound of metal tearing, the Lord of Death tore off the vehicle's head. Through the huge wound surface, he could see the pilots whose flesh and blood had been torn off by half.

They weren't dead yet, but fear and bleeding had made them crippled. They were groaning in pain, lying curled up and twitching on the narrow ground of the vehicle, trying to pull themselves together.

Blood dripped greasyly all over the floor, mixed with engine oil.

Mortarion's bright eyes didn't blink, and he continued to move forward decisively, leaving these tasks to the death guards behind. Jusu will be splashed on these people and things, and the bright green flames will lick them. What will happen here? There are none left.

The bright green flame flickered on Mortarion's pale and boring armor. He smelled the peculiar smell of psykers in the air, and he raised his hand to shoot. Like a small cannon, the dazzling light exploded, and some human flesh splashed out from the collapsed buildings, smelling of fat.

Mortarion marked these places on the map, leaving them for the troops behind, but he still marched forward.

He moved forward, towards the target point, the further forward, the narrower the sight line, the originally crowded shantytowns were flattened by the death guard and the enemy's own artillery fire, thick smoke billowed, flames were everywhere, and the charred corpses looked like firewood Like a stick across the road.

The area was too large and covered in thick smoke, and in the smoke Mortarion received signals from the other drop pod death guards that they hadn't found Hades - so the Lord of Death searched for them direction.

The closer to the central area, the thicker the smoke, but the shacks here have almost been burned. The source of the smoke is the heavy vehicles that rushed over and the people in the vehicles that were smoked like bacon.

The place smelled ominous, but Mortarion knew he was in the right place.

At the beginning, every two alleys, Mortarion would see a blazing heavy vehicle, and the soldiers accompanying the team lay unconscious on the side of the tracks, their bodies were burned to death, or were burned to death. Choking to death—but these were not fatal injuries, they were dead before that.

Further in, those heavy vehicles are like forest trees in the morning fog, appearing one after another in the fog, as if endless.

Mortarion walked slowly and silently through these man-made trees, the flames guiding him like the morning sun.

Without enemies, beings that need to be shot have long since become roadside sticks that only need to be kicked away by the Primarch.

Most of the corpses were dead, because of the flames and smoke, or the crushing of their companions, but some of the corpses were still alive, with only weak physiological reactions left in their empty shells, coughing from time to time in the smoke.

Mortarion knew that without his soul, these surviving bodies would soon perish, so he didn't need to waste his bullets here.

He has more important things to do than these.

Mortarion fought his instincts and continued in the direction he least wanted to go.

Finally, he saw the person he was looking for.

A figure squatted silently under a vehicle, flames surrounded him, behind him were the wreckage of thousands of vehicles that had exploded silently, and in front of him lay a mortal, moaning for something.

Mortarion recognized the soulless one Hades had brought with him on this mission.

Hades sensed Mortarion coming, but he didn't look up. He seemed to be trying to squeeze back the soulless man's exposed lungs, which made the soulless man let out a horrible hiss.

The soulless man moaned and called out [Nina], staring at Hades with his dying eyes beseechingly, his face dripping with sweat.

In the end, he uttered a breathless "please".

"boom!"

Hades made a decisive decision to shoot, and now there is no struggle, Hades stood up, rubbing blood and mucus on the scrapped vehicle.

Only then did he turn to look at Mortarion, not wearing a helmet for the rare occasion.

The flame burns quietly.

Mortarion kicked a corpse aside at his feet, strode over, and motioned for Hades to join him with the main force—

After confirming the terrain data, the Lord of Death chose to break through first.

"I didn't expect you to come so soon."

Hades said while manipulating the tattered mecha soldiers to bypass the sea of ​​waste vehicles made by himself.

"I thought you were wasting more time negotiating with Guilliman."

[Although he can't detect the psionic power, he can at least detect that I'm in a bad mood. 】

Mortarion said dryly.

Hades smiled,
"Then when we go back, we have to explain to the Chief of the Ultramarines what's going on. I still think you should give him some science first."

Mortarion responded vaguely, and then the intact communication equipment on Mortarion's armor, and the death guards who were searching for Hades in the dense fog gradually appeared, and they walked back slowly. , From time to time, there was the sound of gunshots or scythes, and the death guards were cleaning up the living corpses.

Mortarion spoke suddenly, before he knew it himself.

[What does "Nina" mean? 】

"His sister."

Hades replied casually, and by the way, used a brand-new communicator to understand and command the Zero Company who parachuted to key nodes. Fortunately, as long as they escaped the suicide bombing of those psykers, Zero Company would still be able to eliminate these wizards. More than enough.

【Where is she now? 】

The death lord's curiosity obviously exceeded his usual behavior. Hades, who was walking in front, turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly. Mortarion felt the oppression of the black domain.

Then that feeling went away, Hades stared at him, and spoke slowly,
"I don't know, he was sent by Malcador, how do I know the situation of his family."

As Hades said, he casually shot a corpse coughing on the side of the road with a white gun.

"But I made a note."

Hades spoke suddenly, staring straight at the sky.

Mortarion didn't have time to ask Hades what he had written down, because those blue Ultramarines who shouted "Courage and Glory" rushed over, and Hades liked those more than Mortarion's questions. Tactics for the Blue Boys.

　Great!
　　None today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)