Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Barbarus, northern mountains, alien lord Nakre's territory, the mountain road to the top.

Now.

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Up, up, up.

The poisonous fog is getting thicker and thicker. Every step up, you can feel the poison gas biting the armor.

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

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

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

Now they are close to the top of the mountain. Since the artillery bombardment just now, Mortarion and his party have not encountered many enemy attacks. Occasionally, there will be a few high-level puppets who use the terrain to sneak attack them, but they are all killed by Mortarion in seconds.

It seems that the alien lord Nakre, who was cut off from supplies and then surrounded and consumed, has reached the end of his rope.

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But compared to the enemy, Barbarus's own poison gas seems to be a greater challenge for the group.

Hazniel was the first one who couldn't hold on.

The poison gas seeped in through a large wound on his leg. It was hard to imagine that the skin on his leg was even beginning to fall off, revealing the muscles that were corroded to white.

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

Motarion spoke,

"Murnau, you take Hazniel down the mountain the same way and go to meet Mozar and the others."

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

"Yes."

Murnau supported Hazniel, who was obviously unwilling but had been corroded by the poison gas and was powerless. The two turned around and limped down the mountain.

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However, the poison gas was getting thicker as they went up.

Karastiphon felt that he was having difficulty breathing. His breathing backpack had been turned to maximum power. The buzzing sound reminded him that his breathing backpack might be scrapped at any time.

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

The breathing hose began to melt and fell into the armor.

The remaining Death Guards had also reached their limit.

With their increasingly slow movements and increasingly heavy and stagnant breathing, they were probably already pale under the armor, but they were still struggling.

"Karastiphon, take the remaining Death Guards and evacuate."

Motarion's voice with forbearance and repression sounded.

Even if they were wearing the best armor and were the original body, the poison gas here was not something that could be underestimated.

Karastiphon knew that they had reached their limit. If they went any further, they would be in an abyss from which they could not return.

But.Can Mortarion really kill the alien lord Nakre and retreat successfully?

"Motarion. Do you want to continue climbing up?"

"Yes."

Motarion gritted his teeth. He had to kill his father with his own hands. He had come this far.

His father was laughing at him nakedly. He didn't even put up defenses in a place with high concentration of poison gas.

He was laughing at Mortarion for not daring to climb up again and laughing at him for not being able to kill him.

Things have come to this point. The arrow is on the string and must be shot!

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

Karastiphon felt something beside him passing him and moving towards the direction of Mortarion on the high ground.

Karastiphon was suddenly stunned. Was it Hades? !

"Hades, Hades, do you want to continue climbing up with Mortarion?!"

"Yes."

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

He doesn't have much time left.

Not to mention that Hades's armor had no breathing and circulation system, which greatly hindered his breathing.

But Hades could still hold on.

He hadn't reached the place where he could fall down yet.

He could still go up.

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As if he had heard something incredible, Karastiphon shook his head, but he said nothing. He turned around and went down the mountain with the remaining Death Guards.

Before going down the mountain, he looked back and took a deep look at Hades and Mortarion.

As if he wanted to remember their figures forever, and as if he was mourning the dying souls in advance.

Mortarion's tall figure gradually disappeared in the fog, and beside him, an uncomfortable breath also disappeared.

The top of the mountain was right in front of us.

The two people who climbed silently were still going up.

"Can you?"

Mortarion's voice sounded again,

"Let's fight quickly and decisively."

Hades's bitter smile came over.

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

Once the armor stops working, even as a Primarch, he cannot stay awake in this environment with his excellent physical fitness alone.

"Just as I thought."

Mortarion turned back and glanced in the direction of Hades. As long as Hades could help him weaken his adoptive father's psychic powers, Mortarion was guaranteed to cut off his adoptive father's head.

"And, thank you."

Hades was stunned for a moment,

"It's okay, I know, it's really uncomfortable to fight alone."

Hades once fought alone in the south.

In many crisis moments, it would indeed be much easier if you had a comrade.

Hopefully he can keep the alien lord Naklay's magical powers at bay.

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The top of the mountain has arrived.

This is a flat piece of land about the size of a basketball court, as if an ax had chipped off a piece of the top of the mountain.

The tall and strange figure stood there quietly, with poisonous gas surrounding it, and a long and broken cloak draped on its shoulders, moving automatically without the wind.

In fact, compared to those grotesque aliens, Mortarion's adoptive father, Naklay, was very close to humanoid in appearance.

This humanoid is taller than Mortarion, but stronger than Mortarion, like a giant.

It wears a simple battle-style costume, on which there are countless fine silk threads sewn with exquisite sacrificial pictures and spells.

Its dark gray and white skin was directly exposed to the poisonous gas, but it showed no corrosion at all, as if it had the same origin as the poisonous gas.

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

Ominous and oppressive black-green psychic lightning flashed around it.

It holds a huge scythe - "Nullion" in its pale and huge hands. The alien technology makes it appear a strange copper-purple color.

Nacre did not wait in his fortress at a lower altitude. Instead, he 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 the flash of lightning, Mortarion rushed forward with his scythe in hand.

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