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

Chapter 39 37. I don't want to be a poison gas tank!
Endurance, Space Marine personal quarters.

just now.
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Hades—no, it's He Shi now, he is sitting in front of his beloved little desk, painting his beloved little chess pieces.

He put down the 30k Mortarion he had just painted in his hand, and stretched his waist. He looked up, and there was a small exhibition box on the desk near the wall.

He Shi thought for a while, and took out from the exhibition box the figure of the Emperor that he had bought online before.

Bored, he put the two little guys on the table, and—

The little Mortarion pawn moved and spoke,

The little chess piece laughed, and then took out a strange-shaped head from somewhere,
"Hahahahahaha! I finally killed you! Father!!!"

The emperor's figure silently watched Mortarion's little chess piece not far away, and Mortarion noticed it,
"Who are you, stranger?"

The Emperor figurine suddenly began to emit a dazzling golden light!

"Father Wo Nen!"
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Hades lying on the bed opened his eyes instantly.

What a strange dream!
This was the first reaction of Hades' brain after he woke up from a long-term coma.

The second reaction is-

Holy shit! ! ! !
With the awakening of self-awareness, the completely remodeled bodily functions also began to operate at normal power.

The first thing the brain receives is the perception of the surrounding environment.

A smell went straight to the depths of Hades' soul!
It's like a super super super version of lemon + mint + licorice + enhanced concentrated disinfectant + enhanced August [-]th disinfectant mixed together, then thrown into the ice cellar to freeze into cold water with floating ice cubes, and then mixed with mature vinegar + chili water + super concentrated alcohol + chlorine water, then throw it into the refrigerator until it is just right,

Then, stuff this stuff into the compression pump, use a high-pressure water gun, pump it into Hades' lung tube, and turn it on to the maximum power!
Hades felt that his brain was going to be messed up by this breath.

He subconsciously sat up suddenly, coughing violently, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, and strangling his throat with the other.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough. Groove"

In all fairness, Babarus is a world full of poisonous gas, which is divided into high poison, medium poison, and low poison, but there is no "non-toxic" option at all.

It's like a person has been in a smelly environment, and then increases his sense of smell a hundred times, and then throws him into clean air, which is unbearable for a person.

And this is the case with Hades.

Even when he was in a coma, he inhaled clean air, but when his cerebral cortex became active and his self-awareness awakened, he received such different environmental information as soon as he came up, which caused Hades to have a strong stress response for a while.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!!"

A big hand stretched out, holding a spherical incense burner in it. On the brass-colored incense burner with simple carvings and hollows, there were a few Babarus words engraved——

"Born in the poisonous land, silent in the miasma."

A familiar, mild, fascinating, hometown smell slowly floated from the small incense burner.

The pale and thin hand, like a bone, handed this cute and charming little censer to Hades' side.

"Cough cough cough. Thank you. Ke cough cough. Thank you!"

Hades just woke up from a long coma, was forced to turn on the machine by the fresh air, dizzy on the ground, without hesitation about his personal image, he snatched the small incense burner rudely, and then smashed it into his own on the nose.

The warm, warm breath immediately dilutes the irritating and cold air.

Hades held the small incense burner and took a few deep breaths, first to counteract the stimulating feeling just now.

Then, he forcibly slowed down his breathing, which suddenly became short of breath because he was just stressed. Of course, the completely transformed body faithfully carried out the commands given by the brain.

Steady and steady smoke slowly floats out of the hollow in small streams.

Finally, Hades calmed down.

He looked up.
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Hades is currently in an empty and simple room. The room is not small, and the ceiling is higher than the average house on Barbarus. A tall workbench is placed next to the wall, and some basic tools are placed on it. Some weapons hung neatly.

As for Hades, he was dressed in simple civilian clothes and was presently half-sitting on a simple bed with no quilt except for a rectangular pillow.

The temperature in the room is also just right, and there is no need for a quilt.

And the person in the room that attracted Hades the most must be the one who just handed him the censer.

The tall primarch was sitting in a chair that was slightly small for his size.

Mortarion didn't wear armor, but was wearing simple combat uniforms. His gray cloak hung down on the ground, and his dull moss-green tunic was bound by dark brown leather straps. Silver-white buckles were occasionally dotted on the straps, shining Shining, breaking the darkness of his body.

The lower body is black trousers, the off-white leggings tightly hold the remaining folds of the trousers, and the heavy gray boots have sharp edges and extremely thick soles.

A slightly exaggerated round silver medal was adorning Mortarion's belt compared to Mortarion's overalls.

The silver medal, which was originally perfectly round, was broken by six protruding spikes, three spikes on the left and right sides, and a skull was carved in the center of the silver medal.

— Hades is all too familiar with this. It is the symbol of the Death Guard.

Several slender copper-colored chains hang down from his shoulders, and the censer that slowly emits poisonous gas is tied to these chains, and a censer is missing from the buckle of one chain——

The censer is now in Hades' hands.
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Mortarion looked at Hades, and there was a funny and gratified expression on his face without a gas mask,
"It seems that I am not alone who is not used to the air here."

Hades blinked blankly, wait, he just, he just, so the pungent smell just now is normal air? !

Do not! ! ! !

He doesn't want to be a gas canister Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

But now is not the time for Hades to cry, and Hades quickly sorted out the status quo.

He and Mortarion should have been rescued by the Emperor, and then he has been transformed into a death guard satellite soldier.

And Hades should be in the battleship of the Death Guard now.

Of course, regardless of other things, we must first determine one thing.

Hades straightened his expression, his face became serious,
"Mortarion, what happened to your duel with Nacre?"

A smile bursts from the corner of Death's mouth,

"I killed it. After you fell into a coma, that monster didn't fight me because of its previous injuries."

Oh. Is that so?

Didn't you wait?

Hades clearly remembers. He can't remember. Uh... Seems like this?

Maybe it was because I was not conscious at that time, or the reconstruction surgery made my memory blurred.

Anyway, it's good that Mortarion killed Nacre in the end!

In short, Hardis's previous efforts were not in vain.

"Congratulations! You did it, Mortarion!"

Hades couldn't help laughing too, but his smile was obviously exaggerated than that of Death, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the sky.

"Sorry I ended up blacking out, it wasn't very helpful."

"Do not."

Mortarion shook his head slightly,

"If it wasn't for the first time you helped me suppress Nacre's psychic power, then the outcome of this battle...is hard to say."

Grim Reaper's eyes were full of gratitude. In contrast, Hades, who learned the final result, seemed careless.
"Haha, don't be modest, Mortarion, I really didn't help much."

"But what's the situation? We're not in Barbarus now, are we?"

Hades seemed to have just realized the environment the two of them were in.

Mortarion smiled inwardly. Compared to Hades' own environment, he would ask Mortarion the final result of the decisive battle first.

　This wave, this wave is another wave of favorability.

　　Happy reading (°3°)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)