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

Chapter 723 171. Please welcome the next victim
[17 hours later]

[Over Baal]

【I hope I'm not too late. 】

Angron spoke in a muffled voice as he ripped off the hatch of the battered battle barge like a piece of paper.

【I think you arrived at the right time. 】

Guilliman's voice sounded in the channel. Because of some "unknown" little secrets of Hades, all non-Death Guards were expelled from the core area of ​​the post-war battlefield.

After a brief pause to appease his son, Angron turned to the stars to put an end to the war in the sky, while Guilliman was on the ground -

Hades and Mortarion might be in some trouble, as Valdor, Lord of the Custodes, seems to be very unhappy with Hades.

After a cold laugh, Mortarion drove Valdor away with his arrogance, while Hades looked at Guilliman with an "innocent look".
After enduring a 0.13-second dizziness, the latter resolutely chose to sacrifice himself to attract Waldo's attention.

Inside the Baal civilian evacuation base, Guilliman spread out the architectural map of the entire planet to Valdor, trying to discuss the fate of Baal and to find out Valdor's attitude towards the "God-Emperor" -

Sanguinius, imprisoned by the power of death, lay half-dead on the chair next to them.

They had two choices, to let Sanguinius follow Mortarion and Hades, or not to let Sanguinius follow them.

After a brief silence, the Primarchs chose the second one.

They didn't have to torture the Archangel.

Guilliman and Valdor were not winged Primarchs, and they were not adapted to Sanguinius's chair.
Therefore, Sanguinius's sleep was not very peaceful, and the archangel slid down a little from the chair from time to time. At this time, Guilliman glanced at him like a king giving an order, as if he wanted to help Sanguinius.

Waldo looked at him intently.

Finally, Guilliman chose to support Sanguinius when the upper middle section of his wing touched the seat.

I feel his breath.

Angron bowed and entered the cabin. Darkness immediately enveloped him. He moved forward carefully, trying to let his senses run wild.

Angron felt that his perception was now like a ball of fur that had rolled into a quagmire and dried up again. The uncomfortable mud stood on his tentacles that were trying to stretch out, causing him to feel dizzy from time to time.

【Good luck.】

Guilliman said calmly,
[I have heard some rumors - I thought your descendants would go after Abaddon, not stop here.]

Angron paused and muttered something, but Guilliman did not hear him.

Turning corners again and again, walking along the depths of darkness, the Lord of Red Sand touched that familiar yet strange soul.

This made him feel shocked and sad for a moment. His soul, which used to be as bright and clear as a blood diamond, was now like red sand, rough and dull.

This may not be a bad change, but what kind of experience could make such a precious thing fall into this state?
Finally, the blood soaked the Primarch's instep.

Angron was not surprised. Behind the narrow corridor that was not suitable for the Primarch to pass through, the blood in the arena had not yet dried. A figure, breathing weakly, collapsed at the foot of the wall. He was deeply embedded in the wall by the huge force, but his hand was still tightly grasping his axe.

[This is not something that ordinary Space Marines can do. ]

Angron muttered something to himself, then leaned down carefully, as cautiously as if approaching a wild animal in the forest.

【it's me. 】

The Primarch uttered a soft breath and took a step forward.

[It's not an illusion. It's me, Kahn.]

This sentence made the "corpse" regain some consciousness, after confirming that Kahn did not release any negative emotions.

Angron immediately rushed over and placed his hand on the gladiator's shoulder, light emerging from his palm.

This process took about 0.8 seconds. At this moment, Kahn, who had lost too much blood, finally reacted. He blinked in disbelief, but he could not see anything because the internal bleeding compressed the optic nerves.

"My Lord...?"

Kahn asked tremblingly, and then his trembling lips uttered the second sentence,
"Horus..."

Khârn panted, and he mobilized all his muscles, grabbing a corner of Angron's armor.
"Horus has returned."

【I know. 】

Angron spoke softly, and he extended his hand again, the aura of his spiritual energy calming the gods as hazy as the moonlight.

[But this is not your problem. You don't need to be responsible for this. I'm back, Guilliman is back, Mortarion is back - our comrades in the World Eaters are back too. You can rest for a while.]

Kahn was still struggling. He wanted to continue fighting. His rage was still burning. But his Primarch did not give him this opportunity. After struggling in vain, Kahn fell into suspended animation.

…………

"You need to pull yourself together, Abaddon—Abaddon?! Abaddon!!!"

Khayon shook the great predator's shoulders violently, which was an extremely rude act, but the psyker didn't care about that now.

"Wake up! Abaddon!! Wake up!!! Maybe it's the conspiracy of the God of Death - it could even be the work of the Lord of Change!"

Opposite Khayon, Abaddon looked as dispirited as a dead man. His face was pale and he hardly responded to any external stimuli.

Abaddon was silent for a long time, and finally his voice trembled and sounded,
"But I saw him—it was him, I could not be mistaken."

Before this, seeing that the wind was not blowing in the right direction, Abaddon the Despoiler made a prompt decision to retreat. Under the psychic cover of the greenskins and Khorne, the Black Legion retreated smoothly, but the Despoiler himself was blocked by Kahn who jumped out from nowhere.

It was clear that Kahn just wanted him dead.

After delivering an inspiring speech, the Great Plunderer Abaddon bravely accepted the one-on-one blood-killing challenge initiated by Karn, and was then beaten by Karn, who was holding a single axe and had stacked buffs.

In fact, it was not that Abaddon was not strong, but that Kahn's attack was too fierce. Kahn was fighting for double death, while Abaddon, who was good at striking back, was temporarily at a disadvantage.

However... just as Kahn aimed his last axe at Abaddon's neck (in fact, Abaddon was preparing to counterattack at that moment), something strange happened.

A tear of an alien race fell on the ground, mixed with the bizarre fate of this place, and perhaps even mixed with someone's bad taste - but no matter what, the concept of father and son echoed at this moment.

A phantom, a phantom shining with golden light.

Appeared before Abaddon.

The Great Predator would not be mistaken, that is——

"My father..."

Abaddon gasped, finding it hard to accept and understand what was happening. At this moment, he might have empathized with Kahn, whom he had once insulted.

The Wolf God's phantom instinctively blocked the axe for Abaddon. The air wave exploded, and Kahn was blown away by the aftermath of the huge force. The Wolf God subconsciously turned back to look at his offspring - and then he saw Abaddon. Abaddon felt a sharp pain in his throat, and a fishy sweetness surged into his mouth.

He will never forget that scene.

Shock, anger, dissatisfaction, doubt, sadness, despair... all kinds of emotions were mixed in the trembling pupils of the Wolf God at that moment. He looked at the dirty Abaddon and stretched out his hand to him tremblingly.
【why? 】

The brief whisper faded away along with the firefly-like light, and the figure that shocked everyone left again - Abaddon could no longer remember how he returned to his warship, or how he got rid of Kahn.

He only remembered that trembling pupil and that sentence,

【why? 】

Why…why? Why? ! Why!!!
Shouldn't he be the one to question his Primarch? !

Abaddon shook off Khayon's hand.

"give me some more time."

He motioned for Khayon to leave. The psychic seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing, considerately leaving the great plunderer enough personal space for thinking.

why?
Why should there be a reason? Horus had led them, had guided them - but all that had been shattered the moment the Warmaster himself decided to attack Cadia! Abaddon had thought that everyone was dead, except for him.

He once swore that as long as he lived, he would be the eternal shame scar of the Empire. The existence of the Black Legion and Abaddon announced another existence——

They clearly showed everyone that the Empire and the Primarch were not right, and countless Space Marines chose to betray and raise the banner of rebellion in the face of absurd facts.

For people like them, is there still a possibility that they will be taken in by the empire and become dogs?

It might be possible for the new generation of red pirates Huron, but for guys like them, the empire would just chop off their heads and stick them on the mast of the church for public display.

why?
Abaddon asked inwardly? What else could there be? Fate was so clear - no one was qualified to ask him, Abaddon, why!
Abaddon did not choose to be idle, nor did he choose to die, just to fight for one last chance!
Why did the fake emperor mock him with his incompetent father? !

Abaddon took a deep breath, and he felt the rage that came from being misunderstood, the rage that came from being defeated - and the rage that came from being humiliated by his own Primarch.

Complex emotions surged, and before he saw Abaddon's full appearance, Horus subconsciously helped him to block the harm, but after seeing Abaddon, the Primarch's eyes seemed to want to kill Abaddon himself.

Ah!
How could Abaddon be incompetent? !
He will not be defeated by such an insult. Perhaps the collapse of the Warp is inevitable, but Abaddon will hurt everyone. He will make the Empire bleed and tear open a wound that will never heal.

after that.

Abaddon thought gloomily, a shadow falling over his eyes.

If Horus is truly risen - then let him kill him himself.

Humanity should not continue to be shrouded in the shadow of the Primarch.

And he, the Great Plunderer, Ezekiel Abaddon, has already revealed a corner of the truth about Hades to those forces in the Empire that are still blinded. Under the cloak of the solemn statue is a terrifying and tyrannical darkness.

Abaddon felt his resolve.

………………

"That is to say,"

Hades said silently, his hand unconsciously playing with a fragment of Alpha's armor.

The sound of wind in their ears was loud at the moment. Hades was sitting casually on the fire support platform of the Underworld Clan. The greenskin corpses at his feet were denser than the rice stalks in the agricultural world during the harvest.

"Alphas are loyal."

After saying this, Hades was silent for half a second, and then he was amused by his own words.
Seeing that Hades finally no longer had a tense expression, the Pale Lord also exhaled in a corner where no one noticed.

"Alphas are loyal, but it's unlikely that alphas are loyal."

Hades concluded,
"I understand. The concept of Alpha itself conflicts with Khorne. Back then, Alpha passed the Blood Lord's test by disguising himself, but in fact - Alpha is completely unsuitable for Khorne."

[He is aware of this, and therefore hopes to... eliminate them through your hands.]

"So Khorne was successful?"

Mortarion was silent for a moment, then gave the standard answer.

【I have no idea. 】

Hades raised his eyebrows,
"Why do I feel that you are becoming more and more like the Lord of Mankind, Lao Mo, is this my illusion?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Hades suddenly shrank his neck back, only because a Mortarion appeared in front of him at zero frame. The god of death was now staring at Hades' eyes with his eyes wide open, bending down.

[Even Karas wouldn't say such vicious words...]

"I apologize!"

Hades cried,
"I'm blind!"

Mortarion then slowly straightened up.

What to do next?

Hades hesitated for a moment.

"Go back to Terra and suppress the center first. Then I will go out to wipe out the greenskins."

[…I don’t think you’ll find them again anytime soon. They’re very cunning.]

“Can I ask the great numerologist for help?”

【I declare your request for help valid. 】

Hades raised his hands and looked up to the sky.
"Praise the great numerology! Long live numerology!"

Mortarion coughed twice, and the two of them had already returned to their usual casual state.
[If you shout again, it won't work. ]

[And...after this...]

Mortarion's heart was stirring at this moment, nothing could stop them, he was so clear about this now, including the Primarchs on the Webway or at other points in time that the old Emperor had not yet taken out, Mortarion knew what they should do next.

【Let's go fight Nurgle. 】

Hades looked back in shock and saw a fierce gleam of excitement in Mortarion's eyes.

This is what happens when the Pale Lord holds a grudge against you.

(End of this chapter)