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

Chapter 713 161. Add pressure!
【Green skin...】

After uttering his last words, Sanguinius could no longer get up and fell into a deep coma.

Guilliman and Angron beside him looked at each other, wondering why the orcs had arrived at the battlefield at this moment.

On the other side, Hades, who was vigorously wiping the blood and mucus off his armor, suddenly became petrified.

He had an ominous thought.

Hades slowly turned his head and looked at Mortarion beside him. The Pale Lord's expression at this moment was as if he had lost his parents. He used his eyes to tell Hades which group of greenskins were coming.

I feel their call to me.

Mortarion whispered, making sure only Hades could hear.

He saw that Hades' expression was completely petrified, and it took a long time for him to squeeze out a few words.

"It, it, they are not completely dead?"

Hades could only think of one possibility, a possibility that this greenskin clan did not collapse, but instead came to find him. At this moment, the only silver pendant left on his waist was shining.

After many battles, these accessories made of living metal have long since melted into strange shapes that make it impossible to recognize their original appearance.

"That green-skinned warlord is not dead."

Boom, boom, boom.

That's it.

At that moment, Hades' mind flashed through many scenes of his own social death, including physical death.

His brain trembled, and he couldn't imagine the shock the Empire would feel when it saw a green-skinned army shouting "To touch his face! For the black boss!"

He was fine, after all, the greenskins were shouting for someone to touch his face, and the first one to die would definitely be Mortarion. But as long as anyone with a keen eye could make a little guess, they could guess who the black boss who was touching his face was.

The Pale Lord was silent for a moment, staring at the eclipsed Hades with a complicated expression.
【We should have thought that this day might come. 】

"I made a perfect plan to wipe them out. The entire star region was designated as a restricted area. There would be no way we would have enough supplies to sustain them until they leave that star region, unless... unless other forces intervened."

A long mist blew out of Mortarion's gas mask.
[Other forces? Accidents? Opportunities? They are not uncommon in this galaxy.]

He paused for a moment.
[I have passed the power of death to all the greenskins who called my name. What are you going to do now? ]

Although Hades seemed so shocked that he was unable to think, Mortarion knew that his comrade would definitely come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible. Sure enough, Hades' eyes instantly glanced at the Admiral Valdor.

"Destroy them all."

Hades said firmly,
"We must eradicate the roots. We cannot allow this greenskin clan to continue to develop."

He was well aware of the strength and potential of this greenskin clan. Hades' scalp tingled. In order to defeat the Tyranids and prevent the Zerg from harming humans, he had taught them real things back then.

He promised them a great war, and this oath had already been fulfilled in the war between the greenskins and the Tyranids. Hades would never allow this greenskin clan to threaten humans. This was his bottom line.

Hades might feel sorry if these greenskins were replaced by humans, but his feelings towards aliens would automatically decrease by more than 80%——

Anyone who is not of my race is a heretic.

This is the truth that humans have spent thousands of years exploring.

The only places for non-humans are at your feet or at the dining table.

But there is one more thing…

“If there were only the Ultramarines, World Eaters and Death Guard here, it would be fine. Guilliman and Angron would help us, but the power of the Custodes…”

Hades immediately thought of knocking Waldo out. Just because of this guy's behavior of betraying his teammates, he swore that he would not show mercy.

Hades clearly felt that Valdor had his own plans, and his position and identity here meant that he was destined not to be in solidarity with the Primarch.

But there are also imperial guards on the ground, so his dark history in the past probably cannot be stopped.

Are you worried about him?

Mortarion spoke softly, continuing to lower his voice. They turned their backs to the crowd, and the Pale Lord's folded hands gently pointed to Valdor's position.

Hades confirmed this with his eyes.

Mortarion sneered.

[Just the dog of the Lord of Mankind,]

The Pale Lord commented mercilessly,

[Will the Emperor react to this? No—that guy with a negative bottom line, so since his master is silent, what reason does he have to bark? ]

Rough words are not rough.

That's the truth. Hades knew that the Emperor was absolutely indifferent, but he was still worried that the Guards Valdor might not obey the Lord of Mankind -

The Lord of the Imperial Guards is also a means for the Emperor to counter the inner forces, which may include the Emperor.

Hades thought for a moment.

“Play it by ear.”

He said briefly, then turned around and spoke awkwardly to Guilliman and Angron who were still in the dark.

"Uh - that, the nearest green skin is half price - no, how do we get up there now? And... I'm going to tell you something later, you must believe me and keep your sanity."

Guilliman laid Sanguinius flat on the ground. He stared at Hades and slowly stood up.

【We will always remain rational and sober. 】

Guilliman said this, but on the other side, he used psychic power to encrypt the conversation with Angron - Hades couldn't hear it anyway, and even if he did, he couldn't decrypt it.

+I have a sinister thought. +
+I have it too,+
Angron replied, and he stood up and smiled back at Hades and Mortarion.
+Don't be fooled by Mortarion's expressionless face. The spiritual pressure around him shows that he is very anxious and uneasy. I often see this state in people who have done something wrong and were caught. +
+……+
Guilliman responded with a shocked "No way".

+I can't imagine...if Mortarion knows he's guilty, what on earth did they do? +
+I heard you.+
This was sent by Mortarion.

+.+
The scene was very embarrassing.

Beside Sanguinius, who lay peacefully on the ground with his hands clasped together, the three Primarchs looked at each other and stared at each other in silence for a long time.

No one was caught.

Only Hades remained in the dark.

"What's wrong with you? Huh???"

At this moment, he is still preparing himself mentally to cope with the social death that will follow.

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

【at the same time】

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!!"

The axe clanged! From the breach in the earth's crust, countless blood and energy surged like waves, engulfing all kinds of buildings in an instant.

Above Baal, the eternal sun had already turned into blood eyes, with pupils rotating, as if Khorne himself was watching the battlefield.

The bizarre subspace turbulence formed turbulence above the atmosphere, and the demon army belonging to the Blood Lord flapped its wings, revealing its ferocious fangs.

But Khorne's influence goes far beyond this.

The blood gathered and the believers offered their heads voluntarily. Above Baal, among the churches of all sizes and colors, eight churches fell into purgatory along with the horn of the Blood Lord. The nameless people buried in the crowd revealed their true faces for the first time.

Suddenly, gunshots were heard from the defensive buildings on the surface of Bal.

There are no spies lurking within the Death Guard or the Ultramarines, but within the mortal ranks of the World Eaters and Bhaal, Alphas who have not yet been blessed by the Blood Lord are everywhere.

"Far more than I imagined." Second Captain Galen, the commander-in-chief of the Ultramarines brought by Guilliman on this trip, said, while next to him, the commander-in-chief of the Death Guard, Karas, had a facial expression that was not very friendly.

"That guy wants to clean up his mess."

Typhon pointed this out sharply, and not far from them, Amit, who was roughly tied up by Karas and pressed in the center of the psychic altar, was still struggling.

"Those who come here are traitors to the Space Marines."

Karas said, with a mocking expression,

"Has that guy finally realized that the Primarch he snatched away all those years ago is not suitable for him? I think we have a chance to face Alpha's Primarch today."

"Alpha? Scarlet Alpha?"

Dante, who was handcuffed on the other side, spoke, his expression was a little bad -

In order to prevent Sanguinius's psychic powers from influencing his offspring, the Blood Angels were restricted in their actions in advance.

"Why? What do you want to ask?"

Karas raised his eyebrows and looked at Dante. Dante's expression changed strangely, and finally hesitantly said,

“It never occurred to me that He still hadn’t given up on my Lord.”

"It is proper for you to come."

Karas said, raising the scepter in his hand, and the few psychics in the Death Guard echoed him, saying that he would continue to strengthen the psychic barrier here in the Holy Cathedral.

The overall command of Baal's defense was handed over to the current World Eaters' legion commander, Victor. Interestingly, this legion commander has seven brothers, all of whom are also well-known within the legion. Within the World Eaters, they are called the "Eight Sons".

Although Typhon believed that his command ability far exceeded that of these new generation kids, the World Eaters themselves were familiar with the defense works on Baal, so Guilliman handed the overall command to them.

The Death Guard and the Ultramarines followed his orders.

"Look at the bloody ground spikes just now. The spiritual energy content is enough that Chaos does not need to invest any more power. With a little guidance, it can become a ready-made army."

Karas said casually, while the Ultramarines Galen and Dante beside him looked serious.
This was not an exaggeration for them. Following the riot of Saint Guillermo, Baal had instantly reversed the polarity in a very short period of time. Now, except for the defensive works built relying on the church, almost everything was shrouded in thick blood mist.

It was like being in the gladiatorial arena of Khorne.

But Kharas knew that this was not all due to Khorne's efforts. Most of the power came from beneath their feet - from Sanguinius. Therefore, in these areas, creatures that did not belong to either side would attack indiscriminately.

"Just hit him,"

Karas said that he was a veteran who had been in the garden, and he was too lazy to even raise his eyelids at the scene before him, not to mention that Mortarion and Hades could return to the battlefield at any time.

Karas used his psychic power to turn on his microphone.

"Victor, you can deploy the First, Second, and Fourth Companies of the Death Guard as you wish. The Seventh Company will stay and guard the Cathedral. You can choose to defend and attack when the Primarchs come out."

"That's exactly what I meant. Except for a few defense bunkers that lost contact due to spies' interference, most of the defense projects and missile silo arrays have not been lost."

Calm words came from the channel. The World-Eater's voice sounded quite rough, but the words he uttered were extremely restrained, with the beauty of a strong man embroidering.

"How are you doing there?"

"Just dealt with a few traitors."

Victor said, blood dripping from the battle axe in his hand. Most of the people in the command post were his confidants, so they suppressed the riot immediately.

"What about the sky?"

"Signals have also been intercepted outside the atmosphere. The ships of the World Eaters and the Ultramarines are ready for naval battle."

"Prioritize the protection of the star field above the Holy Cathedral."

"receive."

Karas admired in his heart that the legion commander was smart. He had lived for so long and had seen many inexplicable people, some of whom even held high positions - such as Mortarion and that idiot.

There was a sudden crackling sound in the channel. Karas frowned, and after a few breaths, the communication was restored again.

"what happened?"

With his excellent sixth sense, Karas suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The voices coming from Victor's side suddenly became noisy.

"The fleet has sent a message - something has broken through their defense of the sea area of ​​Baal and is rapidly entering the atmosphere. Because of the blood mist, we can't aim at them - the picture is sent back -

Damn, why is it a green skin? ! "

"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

The faint, happy roar penetrated the blood mist, bringing warmth to every blood demon who was preparing to attack Baal.

At the same time, in Karas's private channel, another channel that he least wanted to connect to was opened, and the annoying little thing was shouting at him,
"Oh no! Senior Karas!!"

The heartfelt cry of Buzz Bella, son of Pluto, who had come all the way from Terra to Baal for a vacation (?), pierced Karas' eardrums.

"Greenskin - it's a greenskin! It's the one my father raised!!!"

“waaagh!!!”

"Stop yelling! Shut up Blake!!!"

Boots' voice became louder and softer, and it sounded like he went to beat up Blake, another son of Hades.

Karas took a deep breath and felt his blood pressure rise.

He knew about this because it was he who sent Buzz Bella to the star region where the greenskins and insects were infesting to pick up Hades, and Buzz reported the matter to him afterwards.

Only the Death Guard, the Sons of Pluto and the Mechanicus know about this.

They should be the only ones who know.

"Help-Help, Senior Battle!!!"

Butz's howling continued.
"You don't want to see a greenskin yelling for someone to touch his face!!!"

"To touch his face!!!"

"Shut up Black!!! You were raised by the greenskins to have instincts!"

Typhon felt the blood vessels in his forehead throbbing.

He felt more powerful than ever before, and Karas was sure that for a moment he seriously considered knocking out everyone except the Death Guard.

And why does he always clean up the mess for these two great gods???
Before Karas could calm down, a greenskin, a burly greenskin, appeared within the detection range of the bird servant of the Holy Church after a strange psychic fluctuation.

"Good day, little shrimps."

The green-skinned warlord's gaze seemed to penetrate the surveillance camera and look at everyone staring at the surveillance screen.

The smooth and elegant High Gothic language sounded.

"I am the heir of Hades' will. May I meet Hades and Lord Mortarion?"

In the dead silence, a cry suddenly broke the silence, Dante screamed in horror,

"Ah-ah?! Karas?!!!"

Karas fainted from anger.

Let him faint for 0.7 seconds. He can’t stand this damn world anymore.

The Death Guard followed those two and was completely destroyed.

(End of this chapter)