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

Chapter 722 170. Hydra

Ruined.

Hades had a dark face, and endless darkness was extending its tentacles according to his thoughts, extending from the physical realm to the subspace.

Let that green guy run away.

The essence of Hades was still calculating, calculating the possibility of increasing the chance of winning by every point, but the thoughts belonging to Hades were already howling wildly and twistedly in his heart.

His dark history is gone!!!
As Hades wailed in his heart, the power of darkness continued to extend. He even began to try to tear open the curtain between the subspace and the physical world and force his way into the subspace again.

But now, Khorne would not give him his wish.

...Or, Alpha won't let him have his way?

The dark-faced Hades slowly descended, his red eyes flashing with ferocity, staring at the troublemaker who came without knowing his own limitations.

In other words, this was supposed to be the home ground of Khorne and Baal, but because of a temporary plan of a great plunderer, it was changed to the battlefield of Hades' disgrace.

On the other side, Mortarion swallowed his saliva when he noticed that the psychic domain around Baal was showing signs of further breakdown.

The Pale Lord supported himself while feeling a little dizzy. The piercing tinnitus continued. The Black Domain brought torture beyond the senses to the Primarchs, but now he was strong enough to stand up.

Mortarion had a splitting headache, and after realizing that Hades was slightly unstable, Mortarion took a deep breath.

[…Calm down, my friend.]

This was the first time that Mortarion said such words to Hades. Previously, this kind of conversation was usually used by Hades to persuade Mortarion. Unexpectedly, ten thousand years later, Mortarion got the opportunity to say this.

"Greenskin..."

Hades's slightly trembling voice rang in the Primarch's ears. At the same time, Mortarion's blurred vision also saw the eight Alphas slowly walking out from the depths of the blood desert.

"Greenskin, run away."

Hades said this tremblingly. At this moment, his voice was as weak as a partner who had failed in financing and ran away with the money. However, the black fog emerging from his side rolled up more violently than ever before.

Mortarion paused briefly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Angron and Guilliman who were trying to sit up unsteadily (they both failed again). It was obvious that he and Hades would have to fight next.

Oh, no.

The Primarch calmly sensed the malice coming from the ground, and his blood and energy surged towards Sanguinius as if by instinct.

Mortarion didn't quite understand what Khorne was trying to do. The god's performance in this battle was clearly unbecoming.

Mortarion moved to the side of Sanguinius with some disgust. The Primarch stretched out his hand and pulled out a small bottle from the bottles on his waist. Between the crystal tears in the bottle, a tender green light flickered. The new power taken away from the Eldar goddess Issa was slowly emerging.

The Primarch sprinkled the water from the vial at Sanguinius as if feeding a pigeon.

He might not have the strength to aid Sanguinius again, but Mortarion still had Isha's tears - he had collected many of them.

【Be more open-minded,】

Mortarion said that after saying this, he was suddenly shocked. He actually had the opportunity to say this to Hades.

The appearance of this greenskin army obviously really hit Hades on a spiritual level.

As Mortarion spoke, he caught a glimpse of a different light flashing on Sanguinius' body in his peripheral vision. It did not look like it belonged to Sanguinius.

The Primarch didn't care, as long as it wasn't a corrupted birdman, who cared what color Sanguinius flashed? Mortarion was very happy to see a birdman like a colorful light ball.

【At least you probably won’t go to jail.】

Mortarion said, he tried to smile, wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, the Pale Lord tried to make a witty remark, but after being influenced by Karas, Mortarion's sense of humor went further astray.

[The environment there is not very good. ]

This time Hades was silent for a moment. Mortarion actually wanted to tell Hades that he didn't need to continue talking to Mortarion, because Hades' voice was still a bit fatal to the current Primarch -

He certainly didn't say that.

"I understand... I'm just slightly, a little, maybe, maybe a little shocked, but that greenskin has already shown a tendency to rebel against the ancients."

Hades said that he could accept drinking some Nurgle's soup, but he could not accept that he had raised a creature that could threaten humans.

【It's just against the ancient times. 】

The Primarch replied lightly. He probably understood why Hades was shocked.

The Pale Lord was touched and pleased at the high standards of his best friend, but he also realized that this was indeed unnecessary.

His vision had recovered somewhat, but his hearing was still stinging because of the conversation with Hades.
Mortarion looked up and saw the mass of things that were almost mosaiced with darkness in his sight fall to the ground, and then the Mosaic Pluto raised his hand——

Eight thunders fell, and eight Alphas who looked like they were about to say something harsh were cooked.

Mortarion watched the Alphas fall to the ground calmly. It was no surprise that they were all replicas that had absorbed the blood of the Alpha Primarch. However, after they fell to the ground, the psychic energy of Khorne suddenly burst out from their corpses!
A sudden strong wind blew by his ears, and Mortarion instinctively paused for a moment. Then he suppressed the discomfort and watched the battle between the dark mosaic and the blood mist.

From the perspective of creatures like the Necrons, the current scene must be very magnificent.

A black tornado rose up into the sky, followed by waves and rain. The Eye of Pluto slowly opened above Baal, forming a magnificent meteorological feature above the planet.

Above the scarlet Baal, the deep black eyes gazed at the Milky Way, as if looking for a bit of green.

Hades is angry.

Mortarion judged that Hades was reluctant to leave or release all his strength in order to prevent Khorne from making a follow-up move. But from the facts, Khorne probably didn't want to fight them with all his strength.

Hades was probably angry.

In the Primarch's sight, the scene was still as if the computing center was stuck. Mortarion counted silently, and when the number reached 168, the wind stopped.

Death turned his head alertly, looking past Guilliman and Angron who were unable to get up again on the ground after scoring twice, he saw another Alpha, could this be the real one?

Alpha obviously had something to say to them.

Mortarion raised an eyebrow, and the dark giant behind him seemed to notice the scarlet color and was about to pounce.

【He wants to wipe me/us out.】

He had sent them to this battle.

Blood Red Alpha said lightly, he seemed to be about to slowly raise his arms,
【Because I/we managed to confuse the concepts, I/we succeeded. 】

[Greed always comes at a price, and a defective product that is half-satisfied with his wishes is His best gift. ]

The blood-red Alpha's gaze licked over Sanguinius on the ground. His gaze contained too many indescribable emotions, it could even be Angron, or even him.

Alpha smiled.

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and his body suddenly deformed, as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing him.

【And, finally, I surrender.】

boom! ! !
Under the shocked gazes of Mortarion and Hades, the Alpha instantly exploded into a bloody mist, with flesh and blood flying all over the sky, as if telling an unknown story.

"What the hell?!"

Hades' roar made Mortarion deaf again for half a second... In this crazy world, Hades was still too normal.

Mortarion thought calmly.

He had already guessed what Alpha wanted to do. Mortarion remembered the unclear conversation between him and the Lord of Mankind.

No wonder Khorne himself did not appear much during this trip of Baal - otherwise, did he intend to defeat Hades with just his minions?

"Alpha and Omega,"

The Lord of Mankind said vaguely,
"Neither treacherous nor loyal, but somewhat loyal and treacherous. You don't have to pay too much attention to them. Hydra will never accomplish anything in the true sense. They betray and they are loyal. Each of the nine heads has its own thoughts. This is their glory, but also their sorrow."

"but,"

The Emperor paused for a moment and waved the chess piece in his hand towards Mortarion, who looked disdainful.

"They do know what is an absolute mistake - at least they did not choose to join Tzeentch, right?"

"You should thank Omega for that."

The Emperor glanced at Mortarion meaningfully, to which the Pale Lord rolled his eyes in response.

[The Lord of Change holds Magnus. ]

Neos shook his head to express his disapproval - he was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"I originally prepared Hydra for this position."

The Lord of Mankind said softly, and as if he remembered something funny, he curled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.

"I didn't expect it to be Magnus... Magnus..."

……

"Explain?! Please explain at least!!!"

Hades' roar continued, and for the first time, Pluto seemed to regret not saying a few more words to the other party. But even though Hades still collapsed, the black domain under him and the data waves it emitted were still working faithfully.

Mortarion paused for a moment.

【Just get used to it,】

He said soothingly,

【There are always things we don’t know. 】

He used this sentence to comfort himself during those years when he could not find out the stories of Hades, Karas, or even Garo.

Mortarion thought lightly - but with Hades' return, everything will be over. Angron and Guilliman are groaning in pain at his feet, and the bird-man is lying on the ground meaninglessly. The Primarch can already imagine what the new look of the Empire will be after they return.

He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. With the efforts of Hades, who was pounding the ground and roaring helplessly, the blood mist above Baal was slowly dissipating. In the distance, the giant green-skinned creature that was being fired upon by the Imperial Army was gradually stopping breathing.

Night fell, and except for Hades who ran away in anger over the dark history, and the Primarchs who were tortured half to death by the Black Domain, the rest of the people were celebrating another victory.

With Alpha's blood all over the ground, Mortarion felt good.

He decided to go on strike immediately when he returned.

(End of this chapter)