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

Chapter 32 31. Tongtian Mountain Road
Barbarus, the northern mountains, the territory of the alien lord Nacre, the Tongding Mountain Road.

just now.
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Up, up, up.

The poisonous mist is getting thicker and thicker, and every time you take a step up, you can feel the poisonous gas biting the armor.

Visible to the naked eye, the anti-corrosion layer on the armor instantly peeled off, revealing the shiny metal layer underneath.

But as soon as the metal layer was exposed, the rust stains began to spread and climb on it.

Some Death Guard guards had deep wounds left on their armor due to previous battles. Now through the wounds, the innermost layer of cotton cloth can be clearly seen. The black and yellow are rendered on the cotton cloth. The cotton cloth is like a piece of thin paper at this moment, and it seems to be broken at the touch of a touch.

Now they are close to the top of the mountain. Since the artillery bombardment just now, Mortarion and his party have not encountered much enemy attack. Occasionally, a few high-level puppets will attack them with the help of the terrain, but they are all captured by Mortarion. Ann seconds.

It seems that the alien lord Nacre, who was cut off from supplies and then surrounded and consumed, is also at the end of his rope.
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But compared to the enemy, Babarus's own poisonous gas seems to be a bigger challenge for the group.

Haznell was the first to fail.

The poisonous gas seeped in through a large wound on his leg. It was hard to imagine that the skin on his leg had even begun to peel off, exposing the corroded and whitish muscles.

The sound of breathing came out from his armor, obviously suppressing pain and forbearance.

Mortarion spoke,

"Murnau, take Haznir down the mountain the same way, and meet Mozar and the others."

Murnau looked up at Mortarion, and Hades felt that he obviously wanted to say something, but Murnau's increasingly sluggish actions had already exposed his difficulties.

"Yes."

Murnau supported Haznir, who was obviously unwilling but already weakened by the poisonous gas, and the two turned their heads and limped down the mountain.
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However, further upwards, the poisonous gas is still increasing.

Karastifone felt that it was difficult for him to breathe, and the breathing backpack had been turned on to the maximum power, and the buzzing sound reminded him that his breathing backpack seemed to be scrapped at any time.

He picked up his gun and found that the connection between the handle and the body of the gun had even been visibly broken.

The breathing hoses began to melt, and they fell through the layers of the armor.

And the few remaining death guards have also reached their limit.

Slower movements, and heavier and stagnant breathing, under the armor, they must have looked pale, but they are still struggling.

"Karastifone, you evacuate with the remaining Death Guard guards."

Mortarion's forbearing and suppressed voice sounded.

Even in the best armor, even as a Primarch, the gas here is not something to be underestimated.

Karastifone knew that the few of them had reached their limit, and if they went any further, there would be an abyss from which they could not return.

But can Mortarion really successfully kill the alien lord Nacre and retreat successfully?
"Mortarion. Do you want to continue climbing?"

"Correct."

Mortarion gritted his teeth. He must kill his father himself. He has come here.

His father was blatantly laughing at him, and he didn't even put up defenses in places where the concentration of poisonous gas was high——

He was mocking Mortarion for not daring to climb any further, for the impossibility of killing him.

The matter has come to this point, the arrow is on the string, and it has to be launched!

Today, Nacre, between you and me, only one can survive!

Kalastephon felt something move past him, towards Mortarion on high,

Kalastifone suddenly froze for a moment, is it Hades? !
"Hades, Hades, you want to continue to climb up with Mortarion?!"

"Correct."

Hades is not feeling well now, even though he and Mortarion's armor have a second layer of skin sewn by the alien lord, but he can feel that this layer of material is now slowly melting under the erosion of poisonous gas.

There is not much time left for him.

Not to mention that there is no respiratory and circulatory system in Hades' armor, which greatly hinders his breathing.

But Hades can still hold on.

Not yet where it can fall.

He can still go up.
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As if he heard something incredible, Karastifone shook his head, but he didn't say anything. He turned and went down the mountain with the remaining Death Guards.

Before going down the hill, he turned his head and took a deep look at Hades and Mortarion.

It seems to want to remember their figures forever, and it seems to mourn the dying souls in advance.

Mortarion's tall figure gradually faded away in the fog, and beside him, an uncomfortable aura also faded away.

The top of the mountain is in front of you.

The two who climbed silently were still going up.

"Can you?"

Mortarion's voice sounded again,
"Let's fight quickly."

Hades' wry smile came over.

Obviously, even with the interlayer sewn by the alien lord leather, this fully enclosed armor cannot function normally in the top layer of poisonous gas for a long time.

Once the armor stops functioning, even as a Primarch, it is impossible to stay awake in this environment with only excellent physical fitness.

"Just as I thought."

Mortarion turned his head and glanced in Hades' direction. As long as Hades could help him weaken his adoptive father's psychic power, Mortarion was guaranteed to be able to decapitate his adoptive father.

"Also, thank you."

Hades froze for a moment,
"It's okay, I know, it's really uncomfortable to fight alone."

Hades had fought alone in the South.

In many crisis moments, it would be much easier if there was a comrade in arms.

Hope he can hold down the witchcraft spirit of the alien lord Nacre.
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The top of the mountain is here.

This is a flat land about the size of a basketball court, as if a piece of the top of the mountain was cut off with an axe.

That tall and strange figure stood there quietly, surrounded by poisonous gas, with a long and broken cloak draped over its shoulders, and it was automatic without wind.

In fact, Nacre, Mortarion's adoptive father, looks very close to a human shape compared to those strange-looking aliens.

This figure was taller than Mortarion, but stronger than Mortarion, like a giant.

It is dressed in a battle-style simple garment, on which there are exquisite sacrificial pictures and incantations sewn with countless filaments.

Its dark gray and white skin was directly exposed to the poisonous gas, but it did not show any corrosion, as if it had the same origin as the poisonous gas.

The eyes sunken deep in the eye sockets were blindfolded and pale, and thick yellow-red blood vessels covered the eyeballs.

Ominous and oppressive black-green psionic lights flickered all over its body.

It held a giant scythe in its pale and huge hand - "Nirience", and the technology of the alien race made it appear a strange copper-purple.

Instead of waiting in his fortress at a lower altitude, Nacre stood on the top of the mountain, alone.

The moment it saw Mortarion, it let out a contemptuous sneer.

"It's finally here, my cowardly son."

In a blink of an eye, Mortarion charged forward with his scythe in hand.

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(End of this chapter)