That is not a power that a human can possess.
Countless lives fell to the ground in a short moment. On the ground where blood was flowing, death was as dense as ears of wheat in a wheat field and could be seen everywhere.
That is not a power that can be understood. It is a few words hidden in the ancient books of the Warp. For those who have only seen the calm surface of the Warp, it is an undercurrent that they will never witness in their lifetime.
That is Pluto, who controls the water of the Styx.
But now, they witnessed it and were even frightened.
Even the most profane and filthy wizards and psykers use spells and dances that people can hear and see to pray for a response from the power. They act and then gain power. People can clearly see the bright waves of psionic energy moving around them, knowing that the disaster is coming.
But Pluto didn't need to, he just stood there, with a thought, and his life withered away.
The name "Hades" once again began to circulate among the Death Guard. Initially, the name simply meant a powerful Death Guard, a technical sergeant, a Barbarus descendant who had a good relationship with the Primarch, and a warrior who could eat. But now, the meaning of this word has returned to its original meaning. From the mouths of those Death Guards who like to study in the archives, they learned the true meaning of this ancient Terran word -
Pluto
The details of the Druun Campaign in which Hades participated had long been hidden and encrypted, but the veterans who had participated in the campaign with him all showed incomprehensible silence and fear. The title of [Hades of the Death Guard] was also uttered by these veterans for the first time. Soon, even the Death Guard who were most reluctant to talk sensed a mysterious atmosphere from the few words in the training room.
Normally this word is disrespectful, because the nickname of Legion Commander Mortarion is "Death", and "Pluto" may be too heavy for a warrior, but the veterans who experienced that battle all expressed their affirmation of this word.
"That's Hades, the god of death—"
"Is it because I am interrupting everyone's training? I am Hades."
Hades pushed the door open awkwardly. He didn't want to disturb the soldiers during training, but the two most common places for them to gather were the training room and the cafeteria. Hades couldn't give a speech in the cafeteria, could he? He also wanted to have a good meal in the cafeteria.
The people who were originally training stopped quietly. There was no sound. The crowd tacitly formed a semicircle and kept a certain distance from Hades.
Those who were unable to observe Hades closely on the battlefield were now observing the King of Hell. He was not wearing a helmet, and behind his half-new power armor hung the finely crafted backpack that the master forger often carried.
Apart from the half metal brain of Hades, he does look like a human and behaves like a human, but after what happened, people are not willing to treat him as a human.
The atmosphere was a little tense, Hades realized belatedly. He always felt that the crowd seemed to be about to disperse quickly in the next second. Fortunately, Blanca was following behind him, who could ease the tense atmosphere.
"This is Hades from the Zero Company. Most of us have met him in Druun. Let's get to know each other better this time. The Seventh Company will mostly follow him in the future."
Blanca spoke, knocking on Hades' armor, signaling Hades to speak.
Hades glanced at the crowd. He could feel the malicious mixture of [fear], [confusion] and [curiosity] hidden under [respect]. People certainly respected and loved the previous Hades, but this did not affect their fear of the current Pluto.
People will spontaneously feel fear of a power that is far greater than their own, and when the principles of how to use this power are not even something they can understand, or when they cannot resist it, the fear reaches its peak. Even Space Marines will have such a shadow on the edge of their powerful psychological defenses.
Hades sighed and said seriously,
"I found that after participating in the last battle, you were confused and puzzled about my abilities. This was indeed my negligence. I did not let you understand my Black Domain."
"I apologize here. I can explain my abilities to you all, but for some reasons, I won't tell you all. Please rest assured that the Legion Commander, Garo, and the Death Guard's management have long understood my abilities and have deployed response measures for my situation."
"My ability, in short, is a kind of anti-psychic power. You can think of me as an untouchable who is fighting against powerful psychics. My ability is more like weakening and destroying 'psychic power'. So on this battlefield, when the enemy is a psychic creature, my ability was fully utilized, which led to the scene at that time."
The crowd did not move. They stared at Hades in silence, chewing over his words.
Blanca took a step forward, approached Hades directly, and patted Hades on the shoulder.
"That's it. Do you have any questions? This guy is so busy. If I hadn't asked him to come over from the foundry department, he would have been cleaning oil stains with those technicians somewhere."
Hades smiled gratefully at Blanca, "Although I'm often in the foundry department, I'm still here for training. I was just busy a while ago."
"So, do you have any questions? Or can you try to feel my abilities? Don't worry, I'm very confident in controlling my abilities."
Hades smiled as gently as possible.
After hearing Hades' words, there was a commotion among the veterans, and finally, a man with scars on his face came out.
"Captain Hades, I clearly witnessed your performance on the battlefield. Those people..."
He said with great difficulty, "Although you are a fragile mortal, you didn't even resist in an instant, and no one in the range survived. Will this happen?"
Hades blinked.
"Actually, powerful psychics can also do this, but it's hard to see powerful psychics in normal battles."
"In fact, everyone has some psychic talents to a greater or lesser extent."
Actually, it is the soul. However, this is a taboo knowledge in 30k that spreads the truth of the empire. (The original text has been changed, thanks for the correction)
"My ability is to cause damage to this part of psychic energy. If a bullet is coming towards me, should I dodge or hide?"
"Even if I tell you, you still may not understand. You will know after experiencing it."
Hades strode over and held the old soldier's hand. He looked like he wanted to run, but he controlled himself.
The old soldier looked constipated, but he still nodded reluctantly.
Hey, hey, don't be so scared, Hades secretly complained in his heart, but he still carefully controlled the black area that he usually stored in his body to touch the veteran. Although the concentration of this part was very high, it was not fatal because it was just a little bit. At most, it would devour a little light emitted by the veteran's soul, and he would recover in a few days.
But what Hades didn't expect was that the veteran in front of him knelt down the moment he came into contact with the black domain. He knelt down in the literal sense. The veteran only felt his eyes go dark, and then his limbs seemed to be out of control. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Hades looking at him with concern.
"Uh sorry, are you okay? You just passed out for five milliseconds."
Hades dragged him so that he was not in close contact with the ground. He gasped and slowly felt himself regaining control of his body.
"fine."
A sudden feeling of disgust flashed by, and when he looked at Hades again, the veteran only felt a strange sense of familiarity. Is this the feeling of surviving a disaster
Only the feeling of powerlessness afterwards is slowly fading away.
"This feels magical, not what I imagined?"
He said word for word, "If it is still of this intensity and I am prepared for it in advance, I think I should be able to have a brief period of control over my body before I pass out."
"Really? I really don't know. After all, I can't experience my own black realm by myself." Hades smiled and patted him, "Feeling okay?" He nodded, so Hades let go of his hand.
"Anyone else want to try?"
Realizing that this behavior seemed to have no consequences, the crowd was eager to try it out, and Hades smiled and welcomed it.
"Why is he in the medical room again?"
Mortarion stood at his apothecary table, the profound potion flowing drop by drop in the distillation equipment.
"He used a high intensity anti-psychic field to demonstrate his abilities to the soldiers of the Seventh Company. The pharmacist diagnosed him with overwork."
It is easy to release the black domain, but the difficult part is the precise operation. In order not to hurt everyone, Hades has tried very hard to restrain the black domain.
Mortarion frowned. "Don't tell me he showed them all."
Garo was silent for a moment. "In fact, at the request of several warriors, Hades repeated the demonstration several times on individuals."
Now Mortarion was silent, and the God of Death stared silently at the pure black potion, leaving tear marks on the glass wall.
"He is like this."
After a long moment, Death murmured to himself, "If it weren't for his character, people would have been more afraid of him."
"Just keep that image. I don't understand why he always cares about it."
Maybe Hades is just that kind of existence. Mortarion decided not to delve into it. Maybe if one day Hades no longer cares about these things, he will feel real fear and anxiety.
"alright."
Mortarion carefully picked up a small bottle and examined it. The thick black liquid lay quietly inside, like an abyss absorbing infinite light.
"My Lord, what is this?"
“Just one drop.”
Mortarion muttered to himself, "Just one drop, touch it, inhale it, or take it orally, it will be fine."
"The person will immediately fall into a coma, and all physiological states will be frozen at this moment."
"And the duration of the toxicity is close to eternity for him."
Mortarion silently divided the liquid in the bottle into two and handed half to Garo.
"Give this to Hades and let him take it."
"If he asks what it is, just tell him it's called 'liberation'."
"As for this part," Mortarion held up the small bottle and placed it flat in front of his eyes. The violent liquid inside was lying quietly and obediently. "I will make further improvements and perfections, and its name."
".It's called 'trust'."
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