Hades, holding the dagger tightly, woke up amidst the shaking and people's cries.
He shook his head and gradually regained consciousness.
Just now, I passed out due to exhaustion.
The truck carrying the prisoners was still moving slowly forward. Based on the inclination, Hades determined that they were climbing the mountain—and had already climbed to a medium to low altitude.
The night of Barbaros ends, and the puppets that have finished hunting the slaves are sending them to the alien lord's fortress on the top of the mountain.
Hades gritted his teeth and crawled into the completely enclosed cage that contained them, crawling and knocking on the floor - he was looking for the weakest point of the cage.
Yes, he wanted to escape, even if there was no hope, even if the gap between the enemy and him was huge, but as long as Hades was still alive, he would never accept his fate.
He would never accept his fate.
Even if he was captured, he could still use his limbs to struggle to find a way out; even if his limbs were broken, he could still bite the enemy with his teeth; even if his teeth were broken, he could still look at the enemy with a fearless and contemptuous look, spit out a mouthful of blood to tell him that Hades would never accept his fate!
There is only one chance to escape, and it can only be now. If time continues to pass, the slave carriers will move to higher altitudes - there, the poison gas of Barbarys is more deadly, and the crude gas masks made by people are simply unable to resist these gases. They will struggle to death in a few minutes of painful suffocation.
Since there was no information about the mountains, Hades could only decide to break the cage first. Now that things had come to this, he could only improvise and take one step at a time.
In the small enclosed space, people were wailing and crying. Hades squeezed through the people around him, blocking out all the noise. He pounded on the floor, concentrating on finding the weakest spot.
—Finally, he found it.
He pushed away a sobbing old woman who was sitting on it (although she looked old, she was probably only thirty years old). That person ignored Hades at all. Most of the people in the warehouse were so scared that they could only cry.
He took out a dagger and began to chisel the ground. The poison gas helped him a lot. The floor, which had been exposed to the poison gas environment for a long time, was not as hard as it looked. Hades quickly chiseled a small hole.
Poison gas with a higher concentration drifted in from the small hole, and Hades saw hope, small, but present.
But it’s still not enough.
Hades continued to dig desperately. The grunting sound of digging and the poisonous gas seeping in from outside slowly emerged from under his body.
As he did this, the crying in the carriage gradually stopped. The villagers, who had been hiding and crying all their lives and were tortured to the point of collapse by fear, stared blankly at Hades's behavior.
They didn't seem to realize what Hades was doing, but at the same time, they realized—
Now is the time to struggle.
A strong and thin young man emerged from the crowd. He was dressed in rags and had a cunning face.
He half-knelt and crawled to Hades' side and patted Hades' shoulder.
"I'll help you."
Hades was stunned. He turned around to look at the man and found that his hands were empty.
"You don't even have a knife, how are you going to help me?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head and spoke as if he had made up his mind.
"I'm a psyker."
Hades's mind buzzed. It could be said that there were almost no living, adult, and healthy psychics on Barbarus.
A thought flashed through Hades' brain like lightning.
"You are Typhon? Caras Typhon?!"
The other party nodded bitterly.
"What? Even now, you still despise a freak like me?"
Hades shook his head instantly, and he looked at Typhon firmly, his eyes sparkling.
"No, I believe you, let's escape together."
"I just... didn't expect to meet you here..."
Hades carefully organized his words, hoping not to hurt Typhon as much as possible. After all, Typhon is a key figure in the Warhammer plot.
What's more, he now needs the help of Typhon's psychic power to escape from here.
Calas Typhon, who is he
Calastyphon, the true leader of the Fourteenth Legion (ahem, not really), captain of the Fourteenth Legion's First Company, Mortarion's former best friend, a despicable traitor, a filial son to his loving father, ■■■■■, a psyker born to an alien father and a human mother.
His claim to fame was single-handedly destroying an entire Death Guard.
In the original story, Calastyphon was Mortarion's best friend in Barbarus. Inspired by him, Mortarion escaped from the imprisonment of his alien adoptive father and successfully reached the human gathering place at the foot of the mountain.
It can be said that Karastyphon is Mortarion's guide in the human world.
Mortarion was extremely tolerant and indulgent towards this human he met for the first time.
This led to the rebellion of Calastiphon, who later became a Death Guard. He repeatedly committed rebellious acts, but was still not killed by Mortarion.
In the end, Mortarion, who failed to judge people, was sacrificed by Calastyphon with his entire legion. It was another day of loving father and filial son.
And Typhon's appearance here can only mean one thing.
In the original book, Mortarion and Calas Typhon's encounter began when Typhon escaped from a slave car.
That is to say, Mortarion will send down a strong man soon, and Hades will most likely not die this time!!!
He can run away!
As for the upcoming meeting with Mortarion, Hades didn't care. The most important thing now is to survive!
Don’t think about the betrayal that will happen hundreds of years later. If you don’t run away, you will be BBQed by the aliens!
Hades stepped aside to make room, signaling Typhon to begin his psychic performance.
Come on, Typhon, give us the whole job!
Typhon frowned, and a strange white light gathered on his hand—
Okay, hey, fuck, let's go—
The white light suddenly dimmed.
"It shouldn't be like this. I feel like my connection to the Warp is weakened..."
Typhon whispered to himself.
Hades stared at him and asked, "Brother, can you do it? Can you do it, brother?"
However, what they didn't know was that it was Hades's untouchable-like physique that blocked Typhon's connection with the Warp.
They should perhaps be thankful that Hades' physique can grow with him. Right now, Hades is still a child and very weak, which means he can only weaken the subspace connection.
It was Hades' slow-growing physique that prevented him from initially thinking of himself as an Untouchable. After all, in his memory, the Untouchables were like black holes in the subspace. They continued to unconsciously and slowly devour the souls around them, so any creature with a soul would subconsciously hate them.
Untouchables are hated by everyone, and some people even try to hunt them down out of inexplicable hatred.
It was precisely because of Hades's cognition that he did not immediately think of himself as an untouchable.
If a psychic dared to try to use his psychic powers around a powerful Untouchable, he would most likely explode and die on the spot.
But Hades doesn't know any of this at the moment.
He was watching in silence as Typhon moved back little by little, as if he was gathering strength for a big move.
As the distance between them increased, the white light suddenly became blinding. Through the breathing mask, Typhon shouted,
“Get out of the way!!!”
The dazzling white light instantly flooded the small cage, and the explosion caused by psychic energy hit Hades. The huge psychic energy impact even overturned the truck. They and the truck rolled into the ravine.
When the white light disappeared, a huge gap appeared on the floor.
The poisonous gas rushed in with a bang, and Typhon was the first to half-roll out of the gap. He retched subconsciously, but did not run away immediately. He turned around and pulled Hades out.
Hades could now see the surroundings. They were now on a middle hillside. Apart from a fortress, there was only gravel and dead grass around.
The tumble just now caused them to fall into a small ravine. Slightly higher up the hill, the slave-hunting team's small escort vehicles slowed down and stopped. The lords' puppets got out of the vehicles, yelling at each other, and tried to rush here.
Further away was a fortress, its tall walls standing oppressively in the thick fog, making one feel that the castle was more like imprisoning something than protecting it.
Wrapped in the mist, on the battlements of the castle's outer wall, stood a tall, thin, and withered figure.
It's Mortarion.
Well, I made some custom settings for the Untouchables. The official settings for the Soulless are also constantly changing, so I just followed the official settings and set the details myself ()
In short, the Untouchables are people who are disliked by everyone and even dogs. The stronger their repression of psychic energy is, the more likely they are to be disliked by others.
In addition, the Untouchables rarely operate machines, because the machines may malfunction and the machine spirits will be unhappy!
But there are rumors that Untouchables can control their physical conditions through acquired meditation practice, but this raises a question mark.
One of the hero's golden fingers is a similar physique of an untouchable.
There will be a lot of custom settings later, which may bring a bad viewing experience. I am very sorry.
(End of this chapter)