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

Chapter 4 4. It’s time to enter the plot

An unnamed hillside in Barbarus.

Hades stood there, staring closely at the figure in the pale fog. For a moment, he felt that they looked at each other. Even through the thick fog, the tall and thin man was staring at the figure for the first time. The same kind that arrived.

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The owner of the garden in the subspace was muttering dissatisfiedly. His carefully prepared destiny seemed to have some discordant taste just now, but this taste was fleeting.

He grunted and stretched out his hand to scratch the abscess on his chin, and yellow-white pus burst into his hand. This made him feel better. Maybe the smell that disgusted him just now was just the fragments of a nightmare illusion.

He continues to stir His cauldron, and countless and endless wonderful diseases and plagues dance and sing in praise of His mercy.

He will get what He wants.

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There seemed to be an uninvited guest on the stage of the Four Gods.

But it was clear that there was no audience for this guest's first appearance.

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The blue figure sneered, wait, is there really no audience?

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Hades hesitated for a moment, but he did not intend to shout directly. The puppets were still on their way. Before there was time, he turned around and rescued the remaining people in the carriage with Typhon.

One is to save people, and the other is to use these people as cover to delay the puppet.

Hades thought darkly.

Most people are destined not to survive.

People ran out, and Typhon discovered Mortarion's castle. He panicked and ran towards the castle frantically.

Under his leadership, people also began to run towards the fortress. Most of them did not wear gas masks and could not survive outdoors at this altitude.

The crowd began to move towards the castle, and those brainless puppets also changed their trajectory.

Hades took advantage of the chaos and quietly retreated to the back of the truck. He grabbed the crossbow and began to aim.

He believed his gas mask was enough to withstand the poisonous gas here.

The puppets followed... Several times Hades found enough opportunities to hit the head with one blow, but he did not do that... the timing, he was waiting for the right moment.

Just like in the original book, Typhon started shouting at Mortarion,

"Who are you?"

he cried, half whimpering, half wailing.

"Aloof, watching the fire from the other side? You obviously saw us! You can obviously help us!"

The fast-running puppets had already begun to try to attack Typhon. The leader was obviously in a hard fight. He was alone, struggling on the muddy ground, waving a rusty dagger.

Some of the other people had been poisoned by the poison gas and were lying on the ground unconscious, with only death waiting for them.

The rest, like Typhon, fell into fighting with the puppets, but due to their lack of combat experience, they were quickly torn into pieces——

Typhon was also quickly knocked out, his psychic gifts only lasting him a little longer.

Several besieging puppets surrounded Typhon, apparently planning to rip off his limbs.

Hades took aim, but he hesitated to pull the trigger, he waited.

When Mortarion is determined to resist, when Mortarion is determined to save Typhon.

Otherwise none of them would be able to escape.

"Help us! Stranger!! He can obviously help us!!"

Hades knew that Mortarion was having an extremely fierce ideological struggle in his heart.

Several gunshots were fired, and the puppets fell to the ground. The figure on the other side of the fortress held a musket in his hand.

It’s done, the corners of Hades’s mouth curled up.

Seeing Mortarion raising his musket to help humans, the puppets stationed in the castle roared angrily. They were Mortarion's men and his jailers.

They all picked up their weapons and rushed towards Mortarion.

The main force of the slave catching team was also targeting Mortarion.

Mortarion jumped down from the towering crenel, and the original body landed heavily, causing a shock wave.

He pulled out a long whip made of a long iron chain and swung the whip with great force. Every whipping was accompanied by pieces of meat and rain of blood.

Mortarion moved frantically but calmly through the crowd of puppets. He was like a lone wolf suppressing a flock of sheep. Every time he ran and shuttled, he was dividing the puppets, breaking them into smaller individuals, and then tearing them apart.

At first, the puppets were able to suppress Mortarion with their numbers, but as time went by, the battle gradually turned into a one-sided chaotic massacre. Mortarion was obviously red-eyed and desperate. While attacking, he even gave up some opportunities to block in exchange for more fighting.

Compared to Mortarion, who was killing unparalleled people, Typhon on the side had a much harder time. He clutched his gas mask tightly and only held a knife to resist the puppets that attacked him.

At this time, Hades was hiding in the truck and shooting cold arrows. The absence of puppets meant precious time to reload the arrows. Hades aimed and shot as much as possible to provide assistance to the two frontline melee warriors.

The flying arrow is speechless, and the arrow hits the head!

He successfully killed three puppets that wanted to run over and attack Typhon, and repeatedly penetrated the puppets that wanted to attack Mortarion, providing opportunities for Mortarion to attack better instead of defending.

When the last arrow was caught by Hades and then shot out the head of a puppet, the massacre gradually came to an end. The ground was covered in pools of flesh and blood, and the twisted limbs were struggling and trembling. The puppet was defeated and ran towards the higher hillside.

There were still a few puppets at Typhon and Mortarion's place, but there was no substantial threat. Hades came out of the hiding place of the truck and ran quickly to the place where the small escort vehicles were.

He opened a small vehicle and successfully started the fire.

Then he turned his head and called the last few humans left - it was incredible that these lucky people survived the attack of poison gas and puppets.

"Run!" Hades shouted at them, and those people ran over quickly and got into the vehicle.

"Kid, aren't you leaving?"

Hades glanced at them, "No, I won't leave yet."

Hades likes to take a gamble when the winning rate is relatively high.

They did not persuade Hades again, and the gray vehicle moved slowly and drove towards the valley.

The speed of this vehicle was very slow, but it was enough for them to reach the bottom of the valley safely.

He found another small or medium-sized truck as the vehicle for leaving later. He went up to start the fire and quickly drove the truck to a slightly farther place.

Hades got out of the car and ran back, continuing to search for modified vehicles. He found a wrench and used it to smash open the fuel valves of all the small vehicles he could find. The fuel gushed out and soon covered the entire stone ground.

After doing all this, he turned his attention back to Mortarion and Typhon. It seemed that their battle was over and they were talking nonsense to each other.

As a dead otaku in his previous life, Hades really couldn't understand or do such a magical behavior, but he expressed respect. After all, this is a world where thoughts and beliefs are truly powerful.

But don't talk too much, big brothers, Mortarion's adoptive father is going to kill him later? !

Hades took a deep breath, and his gas mask creaked.

"Typhon! Karas Typhon! And your friends over there! Are you still going to run?!"

"The aliens will kill us soon! If we don't run now, it will be too late!!!"

The weird atmosphere of "thinking about what life is" and "should we live" disappeared, and the two of them looked at Hades in surprise, staring at each other.

Hades waved at them.

At the same time, the horn on the top of the mountain sounded, which was the horn sound of the Supreme Lords launching an attack.

Typhon said something anxiously to Mortarion again, and Mortarion's eldest brother still stood there motionless.

Hades knew what Mortarion was thinking. In his imprisoned life, he had only the option of "killing his adoptive father, or I die", and the sudden appearance of Typhon and Hades gave him an option of "escape".

It's like someone has been playing a game since birth. This game can only choose a and b, but suddenly one day someone comes to you and tells you that you can actually unplug the power and choose not to play.

You can choose not to play.

Mortarion had never encountered such a choice. This idea was beyond his inexperienced brain and made his CPU burn.

MD, don't be stunned.

Hades could see the puppet soldiers running down from the top of the mountain.

"Hurry up! You two!!! There is no need to die here!!! There is a green mountain, there is no fear of firewood!!! If you run away today, you will be a hero again in a few years!!"

He saw Typhon half dragging Mortarion and running towards him. At first, they were just stumbling and running in small steps, but later they turned into a sprint.

Hades got in the car and started the engine.

"Get in the car!"

Mortarion jumped into the hood of the truck and pulled Typhon in with him.

The moment they entered the hood, the engine roared, and Hades immediately entered the state of the king of cars in Akina Mountain and stepped on the accelerator.

At this time, the roar of Mortarion's adoptive father came over under the influence of psychic energy.

"Face me, kid, or we'll end all ties!" For a moment, the narrow mountain pass seemed to echo with the hollow screams of the ghouls in all directions. "Did you hear me clearly, bastard? If you dare to run away, I will make sure you die without a burial place! Giving up on me is giving up on your life!" "I'm no different from a dead person!" Mortarion shouted loudly. He half-crouched in the car hood, raised his pistol and began to aim. "Until today!" The bullet roared towards the group of vehicles with his full anger, and the bright yellow fireball exploded instantly, roaring and devouring everything on the fuel flowing all over the ground! Those gray and low vehicles, the ugly stitched puppets, the fortress where he once lived... All the past was engulfed by the raging flames, reflecting Mortarion's pupils red. Mortarion cursed and fired wildly at the fortress, and Hades even felt that he was trying to shoot the air there. Then Mortarion stood up on the speeding truck and threw the pistol towards the fire. The pistol drew a perfect arc in the air. Then he took off everything on his belt and threw it out while cursing wildly. Finally, Mortarion shouted in the direction he had passed, "Fuck you!!!" Haha, it's the rebellious Primarch. Although he felt sorry for the pistol that was thrown out, he had to say that this rebellious behavior looked pretty cool. Hades, who had escaped the crisis and began to relax, thought. He whistled and laughed, "Cool!" The three people ran towards their stage with their own destinies.

The following chapters all draw heavily on the article "The Buried Dagger".

I'm deeply sorry for this, I really can't think of anything better to say, and quoting the official words seems to have a more "predetermined fate" feeling.

If it is infringing or makes people feel uncomfortable, I will modify or delete this article.

As an aside, on the official side, Mortarion and Typhon had a deep, tragic feeling of a little girl being abducted by a shrewd boy for the first half of their lives.

Mortarion trusted Typhon so much that the voice he was talking to himself in his heart was Typhon's.

Completely conquered, Mortarion.