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

Fernando may not fully understand Nurgle's power, but Hades knew that no carelessness was permissible.

Fernando has been keeping a Nurgle plague carrier locked up in the think tank library. So far, nothing has gone wrong; it's truly a blessing from the Emperor.

Perhaps the chief think tank believes his psychic imprisonment has taken effect, and Hades hopes so too, but he prefers to think the worst to be on the safe side.

It's possible. The devil is deliberately staying on this ship, not revealing himself, waiting for the right opportunity.

Waiting for the right moment to carry out the "plan" spoken of by the devil.

Apart from Fernando, no one knows exactly what's hidden in the think tank library.

Hades gripped the war scythe tightly in his hand; the heavy weight of it gave him a sense of security.

Fernando's request to him was simple: help him eliminate "José" and get rid of the chief think tank's inner demons.

Based on Fernando's description of "José," Hades became convinced that only Fernando, with his powerful psychic abilities, and Hades, who could isolate the warp, were currently capable of confronting it.

For an ordinary Space Marine, exposing themselves to such a powerful psionic being would be tantamount to suicide.

Or worse, they are like infants with zero resistance to Nurgle's plague; they will be devoured by the plague and then corrupted and degenerate.

Although the monster was currently imprisoned by Fernando's psionic powers, it was still somewhat risky for the two of them to engage in close combat and kill it.

When facing a creature from the subspace, you can never be too cautious.

However, Hades had no choice but to kill them.

He couldn't just walk away and pretend nothing had happened.

Alternatively, he could give up the opportunity to go to Mars, or even to the battlefield, and stay in the think tank library to prevent this creature from escaping.

But can he defend himself for a while, or for a lifetime?

The corruption of the warp is all-pervasive to the Legion.

Hades, as an outsider, once again felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He wants to change fate, so his opponents are the evil gods of the warp, who can even transcend time and manipulate living beings.

What does he have to fight against the other side with? Just his Untouchable status?

No, there will always be a way.

At least for now, he's going to kill a Blessed Nurgle.

Hades realized more deeply that he could no longer simply follow the Legion's lead or live according to his previous plans; that would be too passive.

But now, without any other resources or means, he can only take it one step at a time.

As for Mortarian, Hades preferred to inform him after the matter was over.

He didn't want Mortalian to have direct contact with Nurgle's Blessed Ones right now; who knew what might happen?

Hades didn't want Nurgle to take Mortalian away with a single plague—

Fernando glanced back at Hades, who finished thinking and gestured for Fernando to begin.

They stood in a secluded corner of the library, silently watched by the darkness.

A white light suddenly appeared, and distorted psionic flashes erupted around Fernando.

An ancient incantation was uttered from the chief think tank, and as the incantation flowed, the bookshelves in front of the two figures slowly slid away—

Hades opened his eyes wide.

The space was covered with dense golden runes, the ground was covered with intricate formations, and the walls were covered with weapons bestowed upon the legion by the emperor.

Countless sheets of paper covered with prayers were pasted onto the thick chains, which trembled slightly with the fluctuations of spiritual energy.

In the very center, a brutal psionic cage violently exploded with white light, and several iron chains extended from the four corners of the room, tightly binding the creature lying in the middle. The ends of the chains were blackened with iridescent colors, as if burned by fire.

That creature, that creature

Hades' mind went blank for a moment; having memories of his past life, he was all too familiar with this—

Even though the paint job on the Twilight Raider was blurred by the leachate, and even though he was wearing MK2 armor,

These are the plague warriors!

A Plague Warrior has been strapped to the Death Guard's mothership!

By the Emperor!

Countless thick, swollen, pale pinkish-gray intestines protruded from the ruptured abdomen of the power armor, wriggling and undulating slightly. In the rupture, maggots twisted and turned, accompanied by yellowish-black intestinal fluid.

Corpse fluid slowly oozed from every joint of the power armor, trickling down its curves and soaking the already foul-smelling, greenish armor.

What's most suffocating is that the Space Marine's head, breathing tube, and mouth are fused together, with a thin, sharp pink tongue protruding, and the helmet's eye position is occupied by black compound eyes resembling those of a spider.

Hades could imagine those eyes moving, but now they were like dusty glass, distorted and filled with pain.

Flames still burned fiercely on his body, but for every bit of flesh burned by the flames, a little more flesh would grow back on the plague warrior's body.

This warrior appears to be dead, but his body is still alive, and his soul is still imprisoned in this body.

Even Hades, who had seen the Plague Warrior model in his previous life, was completely shocked at this moment.

As if sensing Hades' shock, Fernando's calm yet pained voice rang out.

“I burn him with an incendiary gun every night to prevent him from waking up.”

In fact, to protect his comrade, Fernando would sleep in full armor next to the corpse every night.

The room was filled with psionic bindings, the rotting and painful corpses of his comrades, and the pus-filled bodies. Hades realized then just how determined and resilient the chief think tank leader before him truly was!

Hades took a deep breath, the pungent stench seeping into his bones. He raised his scythe, signaling Fernando to remove the psionic cage.

However, the body moved.

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Chapter 77 Stop fighting, let me say something!

The Plague Warrior, swollen to the extreme, with even his power armor expanding to a morbid state, broke free from his stagnant, seemingly dead state. His limbs twitched abnormally, as if he were trying to stand up.

Without giving him a chance, Hades acted decisively, launching a burst of heat rays that pierced through the air and entered through the gaps in the psionic cage, effectively destroying the monster's left knee.

Flesh and blood exploded, bright yellow flames accompanied by fragments of power armor flying everywhere, the pus that flowed out was instantly evaporated, and the smell of burning instantly overwhelmed the strong stench of decay in the room.

The incendiary gun, a technological product from an era of conflict, is more powerful than most weapons of its size, faithfully igniting any organic matter it points at.

The flames roared until they were completely consumed.

But the monster's regeneration speed was significantly faster than the flames devoured it; its flesh and blood quickly retaliated, and rotting muscle fibers intertwined, attempting to restore the incinerated tissue.

Having anticipated this scene, Hades remained calm and continued firing at his own pace, the beams of light illuminating his helmet.

At the same time, he controlled the dark domain within his body, slowly flowing it into the obituary on the war scythe he held in his hand.

"Remove the psionic cage."

Just now, upon seeing the corpse's unusual movements, Fernando did not shut down the psionic cage. Instead, he began injecting more psionic energy to restrict and deplete the monster.

Hades' words rang out, and Fernando hesitated for a moment, but instantly began to reverse the flow of psionic energy, causing the originally dazzling white light in the room to dim instantly.

Hades unleashed several more bursts of fire, then gripped his scythe, preparing to slay the monster the instant the psionic cage vanished.

However, as the psionic cage weakened, the Plague Warrior's flesh suddenly began to grow rapidly again. As if realizing Hades wouldn't give it a chance to stand, these chunks of flesh gradually coalesced, forming a small, raised mountain of flesh on the Plague Warrior's chest—

A crack appeared on the piece of meat.

It's a devil!

"Hello."

"Those who displease the loving father—"

The moment the demon opened its mouth, the flash of white psionic energy vanished completely, and a deep black scythe wind shot straight towards the mountain of flesh and blood!

The demon's words were interrupted, and the crimson muscle and yellowish-white fat that touched the scythe's obituary rapidly withered and dried up, turning into black sand, which, along with the war scythe, swung through the air.

The smooth touch came from the sickle, as smooth and effortless as cutting tofu.

? !

This was Hades's full-force swing, but unexpectedly, the seemingly tough muscle tissue proved so vulnerable under the impact of the attack. Hades almost stumbled, but his previous combat experience allowed him to quickly adjust his stance and recover.

Fernando, who was behind him, followed Hades's actions closely. He raised his incendiary gun and immediately fired another shot into the mountain of flesh that had been cut in half.

Flames erupted, and the areas touched by the obituary did not regrow and heal as before; the black, withered flesh resembled charcoal.

But as Hades swung his scythe, the Plague Warrior's intestines suddenly stood up like an ambush snake, spewing black and yellow pus at Hades!

Fernando immediately cast the highest-intensity psionic shield on Hades, while Hades dodged with his scythe and turned to strike again.

The thick, dark yellow liquid missed its target and spilled onto the ground, where countless black tapeworms swam.

Without hesitation, realizing that this ignorant flesh and blood, restored by psychic energy, was utterly powerless against his obituary, Hades immediately swung his scythe, making wide, sweeping movements, attempting to tear the plague warrior's corpse into pieces.

Fernando also chanted a spell, maintaining a psionic shield of maximum power around them.

However, small cuts would occasionally appear on the exposed flesh of the corpse.

"The Cursed One—"

Hades swung his scythe, and a piece of flesh turned into black sand.

"The trap has been set, waiting only for—"

Fernando fired a shot that exploded into flames at the opening.

"I have seen through it all—"

Hades swung his scythe down again, this time hooking the small opening and tearing it open.

"Let me say something!"

Hades remained expressionless as he continued cleaning with a scythe in hand.

Why should a Death Guard listen to the farts of a great impure being?

Even if this guy really wants to target him, is it possible for him to say something useful?

It's highly likely they're trying to mislead or mock them.

In fact, Hades realized that the demon was coming for him from the very first few sentences it uttered.

The Great Unclean of Nurgle would not refer to other Death Guards as “the Cursed.”

Don't believe in demons.

This is something Hades, as a time traveler, knew all too well.

Even if Tzeentch gave Guilliman nine correct pieces of information about Nurgle, that would still be Tzeentch; Nurgle wouldn't do that.

Meanwhile, the corrupt one was somewhat annoyed.

Why are these people so rude?

When it is collecting and appreciating other destinies, especially those key destinies, whether they have happened or not, don't these creatures of the physical world like to say some vague and mysterious words full of a sense of destiny to the other side during battles?

The kind-hearted rain father told it that his loving father also liked these little desserts, even though they couldn't fill its stomach, they could add a touch of charm to the coming future.

My loving father enjoys drama!

The seven-word phrase, the seven-character words, the seven pauses, the seven mocking remarks—it had been carefully prepared in the swamp for a long time.

This is also a cycle of fate, why don't they let it speak!

As expected, that person was rejected by the loving father!

Well, its goal has already been achieved—

The remnant soul of the Corruptor, possessing the Twilight Raider, has already approached Hades in the physical world. The omnipresent stench of decay has permeated the area, and the mist of fate is now slowly receding.

Since the false emperor transformed the unclean outsiders, the unique cracks on his body have been concealed, preventing them from finding him directly. His constitution also causes his fate to be mixed in turbulent currents, dim and obscure, unlike the clarity and understanding of others.

Therefore, the corrupt can only judge the general direction of his fate by observing the fates of those around him.

It was difficult, but it was done with great care.

A great and loving father bestowed upon it a glorious mission; as the last child in the family, it was born for this mission.

If successful, the loving father's affection will make it one of His most favored servants.

Hades and its destiny have an anchor point; only when this anchor point is established can it see everything before and after it.