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

Chapter 652 100. Sorry, I can't say it
"Mortarion???!!!!"

Hades shouted, and the sharp voice penetrated the layers of psychic curtains. Before Hades could react, Taraxin, who was holding his waist, automatically let go and fell down.

"I won't hold you back - come on!"

The Endless One shouted and instantly disappeared into the airspace.

However, Hades had no time to care about the Necrons. The pupil of his right eye trembled - he saw an absurd scene that was unbelievable, unimaginable and difficult to accept.

Before rage, panic, and hunger caught up with him, Hades first felt shock.

He might have accepted the Garden of Nurgle... but these... but these...

The black veil of the Night Embraceer flutters, and before the anxious intruder is a pink town.

No longer a deep black vacuum, the space was filled with some light and dreamy clouds, with billions of naked bodies entangled in it. Hades saw demons and mortals, with slightly darker flesh playing and indulging in the white powder.

The broken hull of the Endurance was stranded in the clouds. Hades didn't dare to take a close look at the Death Guards inside... perhaps he was just too shocked.

Angry, unbelievable.

Hades' gaze was fixed on the center of the world.

There was a huge false god, much taller than the Endurance and much more magnificent than the planet - it was impossible to accurately describe his size, he seemed to be big and small at the same time.

…A thousand kinds of brilliance flashed across the shimmering scales, the pearly luster was as gorgeous as silk, and the muscles and waist were soft and strong.
The accessories jingled with every breath and movement, and the delicate accessories penetrated the skin and flesh, pulling out the small tumor.

The organs under the thin gauze are looming, every inch is huge, powerful, or soft. The purple gauze is pulled up from the ring that runs through the organs, wrapped around the waist, holding the chest in an unimaginable way, and then disappears into the entangled corners above the head.

Hades gasped, some worse memories catching up with him ahead of time, he remembered the bad experience ten thousand years ago, but now it was worse than before.

Terrible.

A veil covered her lower face, and a long red tongue stretched out from below, lifting the veil. She was staring at him, so hungry, so ecstatic. The Prince of Darkness panted, and the hands on her waist began to caress herself.

Those colorful purple eyes were looking at him intently.

The strangest thing was that Hades read a hint of reluctance from it.

He might know why.

In Slaanesh's resilient abdomen, an arrow was gradually penetrating deeper as he rose and fell.

It felt familiar to Hades, but he didn't know what it was.

If anyone in the world sees this scene, they will be mesmerized by the beauty of the Prince of Desire. They will find it difficult to control themselves and their desires will burst out.

But Hades didn't react to this, perhaps the nausea hadn't caught up with him yet.

Instead there was anger.

The anger of an active volcano was flowing in the darkness, ready to explode. I continued to look along Sane's waist.
Under Slaanesh's body, the thick snake tails piled up like a small hill. Something like bone fragments squeezed out from the gaps between the snake tails, carrying the juice of some insect.

Hades felt like he couldn't breathe.

At the top of Serpent's Tail Mountain, a rather disheveled head was revealed, the hood of the Grim Reaper was pulled off, and the Dark Prince's saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto Mortarion's boring long white hair.

Mortarion had his back to Hades, so Hades could not see the Primarch's front, but he could imagine the roughness of the liquid flowing across his face - and - and -

Hades hoped that Mortarion would not be like the others - those who were now in this space - who showed an expression controlled by Slaanesh.

Perhaps he could accept Nurgle... No... That was not acceptable either.

Totally unacceptable!!!

Why - why can't Chaos be like Khorne?!

Hades had just entered this airspace when he instantly received an overwhelming amount of information.
Hades felt his cerebral cortex trembling and his blood vessels throbbing. In front of the broken and sinking Endurance, in front of Mortarion captured by Slaanesh, before his reason caught up, he felt his body move first.

He chose to follow his instincts - in front of such a scene, it was painful to have reason, maybe he should dig out his eyes.

He would rather fight Khorne, a fair fight, than face the absurd scene now, which is a mockery, a joke.

Hades felt the pain of being fooled by this ridiculous picture - and the anger that everything - everything - he had worked so hard to build was burned to the ground.

Everything he had carefully managed and pondered over, everything he once valued and favored, was broken in this absurd and licentious dream?
The black fog of space jump has not yet dissipated, floating beside Pluto. He opened his palm slightly, and the black fog instantly gathered like a storm of particles, instantly forming a black sickle, long and sharp, big enough to cut off the head of a false god.

Hades took a deep breath, and darkness spewed out in response to his breathing. Faint arcs of electricity exploded in the darkness around him, like thick clouds pressing down from the horizon before a rainstorm.

From a distance, Hades seemed to be flickering—

He seemed like a character on an old screen that had frozen, with space dislocated and stuck, and countless fragments of time and space flashing around him.

Hades clenched his sickle, but the distance was not close enough and the Primarch was still in Slaanesh's hands. He would not accept any unnecessary casualties due to his own mistake.

It turns out that when anger and absurdity reach their extreme, Hades thought, the senses will be magnified to the maximum.

His world slowed down.

Hades saw Slaanesh's open mouth and the muscles bulging under his tattooed skin. Perhaps the Dark Prince wanted to say something.

The shouts of the crowd during their orgasm stopped and became very small.

Through the darkness of the Nightbringer, Hades' eyes were shining, his mechanical eyes were scarlet, his natural eyes were pale, leaving only that bottomless darkness.

There is nothing under the darkness.

+Oh——+
Before the youngest queen's frivolous and sighing voice could reach Hades, Pluto slowly raised his hand and, following his instinct, touched the piece of space fragment closest to him. The picture between the two-dimensional slices was...

...It's that bit of amber yellow.

that's it!!!
The next moment!!! Darkness flashes!!!

The darkness exploded like a flash bomb in a very short time! All beings were in a trance for a moment! But then - they were panicked to find that nothing seemed to have happened just now. The slow-witted people might even think that this was just an illusion!
but--

Slaanesh was confused to see that the place where Hades stayed was empty, and the ember-like darkness dissipated there. He had not yet understood this scene. The Dark Prince blinked, and the purple light was hazy.

Behind Him, the sharp edge of a sickle tore through the darkness.

!!!

Completely silent, a dark crescent-shaped streak appeared behind Slaanesh!

Time was still moving very slowly. Mortarion heard the sound of his bone helmet shattering. He felt himself being crushed under the pressure of his huge desire, but he still held on.
The Primarch saw Slaanesh turning his head back and forth in confusion, and saw the cold gaze that shone from behind Slaanesh.

Mortarion's eyes widened.

At this moment, the false god also realized the attack from behind. Slaanesh looked back in panic and tried to dodge - in front of Hades, he could only dodge!
Slaanesh lowered his body, as if in slow motion, but Mortarion knew that this was the fastest reaction, and no one except them would be able to realize what was happening here.

A monster jumped out.

Pitch-black fangs, emerald arcs of electricity, it was not a human, not anything Mortarion had ever seen or known. It was the first time he had observed the thing in its entirety at such close range, its true form revealed in the warp, Hades had released himself.

The darkness is disordered and flashing violently!

The next moment Mortarion saw the creature, and the next moment he left the space jump, darkness began to take shape, outlining the cloak, the scythe -

Failed!!!
The Prince of Darkness successfully bent down and escaped the sickle of the harvest of judgment.

Anger!!! Huge anger descended! The youngest queen felt that gaze was cruel and cold, as if it wanted to cut her into pieces! She felt extremely excited and happy because of this!!
Heavy rain fell, and Hades, who was flying in the sky above Slaanesh, released the Black Domain. The Dark Prince screamed in pain, but his scream, which was enough to create a series of warp cracks, was silent in the black rain curtain! Run! Run! Leave now! ! Hahahaha!!! His dear!
Black silk thread penetrates the body shaped by psychic energy from head to toe, and the pain that can never be simulated makes Him spasm subconsciously. It turns out that chaos can also spasm!

The Prince of Darkness was torn to pieces and immersed in great pleasure, but He knew He had to leave - He had not had enough fun, and now was not the right time.

boom! ! ! !

The flesh and blood body exploded! The purple and red flesh and blood fell like a bloody rain, and everything was pink and purple as far as the eye could see! But the dark space still seemed to not belong to this space.

"Where are you running from your mother?!!!"

Hades roared! His body also dissipated, dissipating in the endless blackness. The darkness expanded rapidly, and Hades spread out the black domain, devouring the spiritual energy of Sathya as much as possible.

The Heihe River is rising rapidly!

Gensokyo began to collapse, the raging Lethe River submerged the clouds in the sky, and the demons screamed, but their pain and fear were no more than a grain of sand at Hades' feet.

He was extremely angry. The rage of being toyed with and having his home stolen drove Hades to continue to follow his instincts. He allowed the power to surge, and the huge warp psychic energy briefly filled his endless void.

He chased after Slaanesh, pounced on the Dark Prince who decisively gave up this place, and pounced on the youngest queen who turned and fled into the Warp!
Even though he fled, Slaanesh did not forget to take Aisha with him!!!

In a trance, Hades heard screams, begging for mercy, insults and dirty words, panting, praise, and endless desires and emotions.

All of it, but it only converges into one desire.

He wants pleasure that can never be matched.

Only Hades, who is beyond the comprehension of Chaos, can do this - but He began to panic again, subconsciously fearful - the "desire to survive" and concepts of existence crowded together, Slaanesh laughed and cried.

Pluto remained unmoved.

He just felt angry.
Pluto was already approaching the limit of the subspace and the physical world. The whole world was squeezing him, suffocating him, and making him almost faint, but he was still chasing after Him—

As Hades forced his way deeper, the fear in Slaanesh's scream became more and more real.

Hades reached out, he reached out – regardless of everything – stretched out his black domain and grabbed His snake tail. The disgusting thing disappeared in his hands like tofu. He was unwilling to accept this, he was unwilling to accept this!!!
Come to him! Come to him!!!
Hades roared silently! The Warp was like a shackle that wrapped around him layer by layer, pulling him back along the way he came from, but he was so unwilling to give up, watching the mad Slaanesh completely disappear into the vast ocean -

The last string of reason broke.

Regardless of everything, Pluto made one last leap forward!
This time he got his wish.

The huge pink and purple psionic energy was screaming under him. He had long lost his fixed entity and was slowly flowing down like a piece of melted black honey. Slaanesh was screaming, screaming desperately, fleeing in all directions, but a considerable part of him had been captured.

His spiritual energy tried hard to escape from the cracks in the darkness, but the remaining part was bound tightly and unable to break free. He was in extreme pain and was slowly entering extreme agony.

Perhaps it is not until now that this deity truly understands his believers, truly comes into contact with his believers, and truly perceives everything his believers have experienced.

Slaanesh screamed.

The curtain slowly fell.

enough.

The being on the Ever-changing Throne was almost dumbfounded when he thought of this. Tzeentch realized what the greatest confidence of the Lord of Mankind was - this was too crazy.

He couldn't help but think of his own retreat ten thousand years ago. That was thrilling enough, but this was really...

The blue feathers puffed up, as if a huge wind generated by psychic energy blew up the bird's feathers, the subspace began to scream, and the ignorant giant beast was forcibly dragged away - it looked angry and unwilling.

The darkness struggled and roared, rolling like some kind of dark slime, but was still forced out of the subspace. Before leaving, the dark behemoth almost screamed.

The remains that were eaten by it... no, the Queen of Pleasure, who was still barely one of the Octagons of Chaos, collapsed where she was. She looked frightened, terrified, and gasping for breath.

The Dark Prince still held Aisha tightly in his hands. Aisha fainted from fright. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. At least Slaanesh was not completely devoured...

Tzeentch breathed a sigh of relief briefly.

You are courting death, He cursed, but He also knew what Slaanesh wanted - the youngest Queen was also betting that Tzeentch would take action. Well, actually, He would.

A gleam of wisdom flashed on the feathers of the Lord of Change.

In the subspace rift, the monster's roar seemed to sound again.

Tzeentch instantly retracted the light from his feathers... It was better to keep a low profile. He looked at the tattered Slaanesh.

The wise man knew what the dancer wanted to do. Tzeentch drew runes in the air... far away... the farthest away... the blue runes on the young Fifth's arm twisted.

In Comorone, the lion king who was wrestling with Conrad saw Conrad's face suddenly change color.

..............................

"Fortunately, there are no fatal injuries."

Trazyn said this briskly, but he wondered if Mortarion really had a "fatal wound"?

The Primarch looked terrible, almost compressed twice by the power of Slaanesh, and mentally looked terrible too. He did not respond to anything, but just stared at the rift in time and space where Hades left.

Wow...that scene just now was so wonderful.

Trazyn thought that this was the first time it had seen a fleeing god, and it seemed that Slaanesh had changed his mind in the face of that existence.

"Mortarion...?"

A hoarse voice sounded,
Karas came over from behind Trazyn, and the invincible King of Figures helped rescue the survivors, and then it found that a considerable proportion of people survived beside this Death Guard psyker.

The Primarch showed no reaction.

"Mortarion!"

Karas shouted again, the scales on his face making him look ridiculous.

【…】

"Don't think about that idiot!"

Karas shouted again in frustration, "I know this happened very quickly, but you should at least get some treatment, in case there's another fight later—"

Mortarion glanced sideways, motioning Karas to look at the crack.

The cracks fluctuated.

The Primarch ignored the considerable tremor of Karas.
【……fine. 】

Mortarion muttered to himself, and it was unclear whether he was comforting Karas, himself, or some other being that they saw being expelled from the space rift.

Is that guy someone they are familiar with?
There was a hole on the identical black helmet. The place where the face should be was empty, just like the Void Dragon, but the lower half still had the mask with silver tear marks on it.

The Primarch calmly pressed down the sickle that Karas was about to raise.

[…Hades?]

He called out tentatively, and the next moment, the face was back, and Hades looked at them, relieved.

"Are you okay? I lost him!!!"

(End of this chapter)