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

Chapter 81 75. Confession is lenient, resistance is strict
The white light came down and illuminated everything, the polished tabletop was shining brightly, shining brightly.

Through the gas mask, hoarse breathing sounded slowly.

There seems to be a slight vibration on the floor, no, this may be Hades' illusion.

Currently Mortarion's soul is still holy white.

Words, these beautiful syllables produced by the vibration of the vocal cords, have their original power.

Certain people, certain times, certain words, capture certain psychic flows in the Warp.

There are also many pre-restrictions on the subspace’s interference with the physical universe. Leaving aside the places where the barriers between the subspace and the physical world are weak, such as the Eye of Terror, in other places, if the power of the subspace wants to interfere with the physical world, it needs physical space. The creatures of the world take the initiative to open the channel for them.

For example, a psyker who has gone mad uses his soul-body connection to open the door to the physical world for the creatures of the Warp.

Or sacrifices, religions, large-scale activities with strong and specific emotional fluctuations, coupled with spells with specific meanings, to summon the power of the subspace.

But just now, it was because Hades directly pronounced his name, which is a word with concept and meaning, and it was still in front of his favorite toy.

The power of the warp came suddenly, but because it was in the physical universe, it only presented the illusion of thought, and these illusions were quickly cut off by Hades.

But if Mortarion himself is caught in the vortex of emotions.
Hades swallowed silently, rehearsing his words in advance, he didn't want to repeat the scene just now.

"So. He is a powerful subspace creature, composed of specific concepts and thoughts."

Hades didn't dare to say the word "god" directly this time.

"You can get a glimpse of the concept of making up this subspace creature from the devil that fought us just now."

"Corruption, death, despair, entropy."

Mortarion was silent, and then, after experiencing everything just now, he spoke slowly,
"That is to say, besides representing this type of creatures, there are other types of these creatures."

Hades nodded,
"There are indeed other types of subspace creatures, but I haven't encountered them yet."

How dare he say the names of other gods?

Besides, Mortarion became the co-choice of the four gods.

"Also, I can't determine the relationship between warp creatures of different races."

Hades quickly saw the needle.

Mortarion said hesitantly,
"So... I was being targeted by a powerful subspace creature...?"

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Hades was pissed off, while keeping an eye on Mortarion's condition.

Fortunately, it's all right now.

Although thinking about the things of the gods, you will be stared at, but as a Primarch, there is a high probability that Mortarion has always been watched.

Mortarion fell silent again.

He was being watched?

The garden whispers, murmurs.

This... isn't this really witchcraft that deceives people's minds?
Witchcraft, weird witchcraft, he just thought that his adoptive father, Nacre, was already the most filthy representative he could imagine.

Evil psionic energy, the power that surges from the subspace, makes people feel disgusted just by looking at it from a distance.

But now, Hades told him that in the subspace, there were existences thousands of times more filthy than this.

How can this be?
Rot flies were singing and buzzing.

He subconsciously wanted to deny, wanted to refute, but at that moment. At that moment, he "saw", "saw" the "demon" in Hades' mouth.

I saw those existences that looked like gods.

I also saw that struggling self.

That was the illusion, right, right?

This is a hallucinogenic image caused by witchcraft, Mortarion told himself silently in his heart.Mortarion was once familiar with visions of pain that his adoptive father, Nacre, would inflict on Mortarion every night.

But. But is there such a real vision?

Those pungent rancid smells, those pus-filled flesh, that came from the shoulders, a strange feeling.

That. Is that himself?

So... is that his future?
Despair and visions crept into Mortarion's heart little by little.

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