[Everyone has to die, some are heavier than Mount Tai, some are lighter than a feather.]
Dying on the battlefield is the final destination of every soldier, and the noble soul rests in peace from then on.
But he couldn't rest yet.
He couldn't bear to fall asleep.
There was no need for people to witness this story, but when he left, they all knew he had been there.
———
In Hades' eyes, the whole world turned into a blurry gray, with mottled light and shadow, and the dark earth and pale sky were indistinguishable.
My chest hurts, but the pain has long been numb.
Hades was breathing violently. He needed oxygen. Only with a constant supply of oxygen could he continue to burn, burn desperately.
Burn, burn it all.
His chest heaved, and dried, cracked, corrosive spider webs spread out from where the Plague Father had spread them. A sharp, piercing spike was inserted, touching his internal organs with his breathing.
The wound had already scabbed over, but Hades knew that the sharp spike that pierced his heart could not be pulled out. Pulling it out would mean another heavy bleeding, and he could no longer bear another round of bleeding.
In a trance, Hades recalled the sneak attack from the Eldar on the Plague Planet and the farce on the Spirit of Vengeance.
At least he was used to the pain in his heart.
Hades' body has also gotten used to it, so he is still standing here and can continue to fight.
Trying to open his eyes wide, Hades took a stance. The two pistols from the Necron Trazyn had been lost in the melee, and now he only had a scythe.
But the good news is, one sickle is enough.
He felt the heaviness in his hands. The sword that he usually wielded easily became heavy. The sound of gauntlets breaking was heard. It was obvious that his armor had reached its limit.
Tiredness, long-lasting tiredness surrounded Hades.
He wanted to fall forward, but the last extremely thin thread held him back. Hades followed the thread, and finally, the scene at the other end shocked him.
No... not the dragon fragments, nor the endless darkness, there stood them, them, the Death Guard.
The vast Death Guard was like a silent forest. They were looking at him and Hades silently.
Hades swallowed subconsciously, the gray sky and the figure slowly walking towards him reflected in his dazed eyes.
The white-green forest moved, making a sound of metal colliding, and he saw a familiar figure standing in the depths of the forest, the Lord of Death, the Pale King, Mortarion's heavy breathing hissed under the gas mask.
[Tenacity,]
The Lord of Death's hoarse voice sounded, and his resolute eyes shone from under his hood.
[Warrior, this is my only blessing to you. ]
Hades' vocal cords shattered, and blood vomited from his throat.
Is this... is this the scene that every Death Guard will witness before dying
The Death Guard, under the leadership of Legion Master Mortarion, is the most silent of all the legions. They are good at frontal battles. Countless white and green armored warriors step onto the battlefield in silence.
In the high-intensity battlefield, they will survive until the last moment and fight until the last moment.
And now, the Empire and humanity also need Hades to fight to the last moment.
Hades looked at the figure that suddenly rushed towards him. He felt the weak power slowly surging out of this body as it was on the verge of its limit, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Perhaps, becoming a Death Guard was the best decision he ever made.
It is this decision that allows Hades to stand here and never fall.
Unfortunately, this time we really have to say goodbye forever.
...Barbarus.
The screaming cables suddenly attacked him, and Hades silently raised his scythe to defend himself. His speed was no longer what it used to be. He became slow and clumsy.
Hades wanted to swing his angry scythe at his enemies, but he knew that this was not the best solution for the imprisoned beast named Hades.
He hoped that he could explode again, but the explosive power that belonged to him had already burned out. He no longer had the reaction power that would terrify his enemies. Hades burned fiercely, and in the end only the original background remained.
Hades recalled, he recalled every time he fought side by side with the Death Guard, he recalled Mortarion's fighting style, he recalled every defense, every move, and every time he silently took on the enemy's attack.
Vashtor's scream pierced Hades' eardrums, blood flowed from his ears, and the overwhelming cables hit him with the craftsman's hammer.
Faintly, Hades felt that there was some of his power remaining in Vashtor, but he was too weak now and he could not sense this existence any further.
Hades' broken vocal cords trembled, he swung his scythe, a dull bang and sparks exploded, the Craftsman's Axe was pressed tightly against his chest, sparks from the weapons hitting Hades' face.
Hades knew what they said about themselves in private.
He is not a "qualified" Death Guard.
In other words, he doesn't look like a Death Guard.
His thinking is more like that of the Ultramarines, his fighting style is closer to that of the White Scars, and his diplomatic attitude towards others is also very similar to that of the Luna Wolves.
Hades knew it too.
He was not suited to the Death Guard's fighting style. In the eyes of others, the Death Guard were always the passive defenders. They slowly and even clumsily took on the enemy's attacks, and then swung their scythes when the enemy was tired.
Fighting a Death Guard means the battle will become extremely long and tedious.
Hades is not that kind of person.
Or rather, he once thought that he was not that kind of person.
Hades, the god of the underworld, always fights with quick attack and defense, taking the enemy by surprise.
Hades will always explode when the enemy thinks he is at the end of his rope. At the same time, Hades will use tricks during battle without any psychological burden.
Therefore, from beginning to end, the martial arts that Hades learned, mastered, and applied were all acquired when he dismantled the rare raiding skills of the Death Guard.
Pluto developed a combat technique that was unique to him, and improved it through contact with other legions.
But now, Hades knew, he knew deeply that he could no longer use his previous fighting skills.
The little physical strength he had left could not support him to continue attacking so willfully.
At this moment, the wisdom from the Death Guard and Mortarion is shining.
The combat techniques developed by Mortarion originated from the top of Mount Barbarus to deal with situations where difficulty breathing leads to lack of physical strength.
Even though the Lord of Death improved this combat skill in the Legion Era, its original foundation has never changed in the slightest.
The awareness of fighting alone to the end in that desperate moment!
Hades breathed heavily. He had already made this realization.
Vashtor attacked frantically. The former Lord of Hearthfire was now like a stray dog. The power that once supported its body was gone, and its steel wings were in tatters.
After the turbulent waves, being alive was already a great fortune. In order to stand on the battlefield, Vashtor also paid a price!
If Hades could see Vashtor's full appearance, he would surely laugh with pleasure, mocking this guy who did business with Chaos.
But unfortunately, Hades is now in a more miserable state than Vashtor.
He fought, feeling Vashtor's rage, cables far sharper than steel bars stabbed at him amid countless sonic booms, arcs of electricity crackled and rushed towards him.
In the glow of the hateful furnace fire, Hades swayed unsteadily, as if he was about to fall down again.
In an instant, Vashtor once again raised his Craftsman's Hammer, and a violent and shining arc of electricity suddenly rose up, emitting a light completely different from the previous attack.
[If you want to survive, try to defend against the enemy's attacks as much as possible. ]
Mortarion said as he stood on the farmland of Barbarus, scythe in hand, teaching the people.
The Lord of Death paused.
[If you know you can't survive, or you think victory is more valuable than life, then take the initiative to sell your flaws, exchange injuries for injuries, blood for blood. ]
Injuries for injuries, blood for blood.
A cold light flashed in Hades' eyes. Vashtor leaped towards Hades, his war hammer whirring. At the same time, the sharp sound of a sickle breaking through the air rang out from under the Lord of Hearthfire.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
The cables of the Lord of Hearth pierced the armor first, and flesh splattered everywhere. Hades said nothing, and the sickle in his hand had already replaced his roar.
He saw Vashtor's furious face reflected in his eyes. The Lord of Hearthfire roared in anger, but Hades could not hear anything.
Hook sickle.
The scythe that was trying to stop Vashtor's attack suddenly changed direction!
At this moment, time was stretched to an extremely long length—
Heavy force feedback came, and the sound of the Terminator Armor breaking came from bone conduction, but Hades no longer cared about these at this moment.
He felt the touch on his helmet, the sharp sickle blade cut through the profane metal, bright flames burst out from Vashtor's body, and the Lord of the Fire's expression was like a shrill scream.
In a flash, the hammer smashed down and the scythe was raised upwards.
The new pain had not yet caught up with Hades, and cruelty burst out of his eyes. Hades pulled the sickle closer to him, and his right hand released the sickle, rushing forward -
Click.
The hammer smashed to the ground and lay pale and powerless at Hades' feet.
The obituary was still inside the main body of the fire, glowing faintly as it struggled and collided with the metal.
Hades had a blank expression on his face, with new blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His right hand was now raised straight forward, holding Vashtor's neck.
Vashtor clucked, and the cables all over its body exploded randomly, stabbing at Hades. At the same time, its claws slapped Hades' armor, leaving noisy claw marks on it.
+… You…+
Vashtor's choking words came out of his throat.
+… you… monster… +
It struggled to look at the monster in human skin. How could it be, why, why? !
How could there still be a being that could survive the attacks of the Four Gods and even continue to fight? !
He should have been unconscious long ago! He should have been dying long ago! He should have been like the heavy fruit on the branch, ready for anyone to pick!!!
No, no no no, how could this happen?!
The four gods finally spared his life for the final sacrifice. Before that, Vashtor could take its benefits, but why, why—
Vashtor struggled hard. Hades had clearly not taken the initiative to attack him before, and it had clearly smashed the Craftsman's Hammer at him countless times.
But now—
The hand holding its neck grew colder and colder. No, he couldn't kill it unless the monster used the Black Domain, but he couldn't use it. Yes, he couldn't use it!
Vashtor laughed madly.
Yes, it will only be expelled back to the highest heaven, it will not perish!
As Vashtor laughed, the struggling cables pierced into the Terminator's armor, but the monster holding his neck did not move!
Vashtor stared at him. The cold darkness in his eyes made it tremble with fear. Fear crept up on it like a bone-gnawing maggot.
Hades stared at Vashtor calmly. He knew what he should do. The silver-white metal was shining slightly.
How to grant true rest to the subspace beings who control [machinery] and [craftsmen].
The last bit of power left in the Void Dragon fragment began to roar. This was the fire of hatred from the physical world towards the creatures of the Warp and things that resembled authority!
As if realizing something, Vashtor's struggle increased suddenly, and its broken wings flapped violently at Hades, and the crackling sound of metal colliding was heard.
From afar, one could only see the struggling Vashtor, but not Hades who was obscured by its wings.
Harder... Harder... Hades felt the ground trembling under his feet. A new enemy was coming and he didn't have much time.
In Hades's hands, Vashtor's neck made a metallic cracking sound, and silver-white liquid metal spread from his neck like a crack—
+No, no no no no, no!!!!!+
Vashtor screamed,
+The future, there is a place for me in the future!! It’s not like this!!! +
But as it struggled, large chunks of parts began to fall from its body, which was almost split in half by the sickle.
The silvery-white Star God metal climbed up, and as the metal spread, the distant place that Vashtor could see was slowly swallowed up by the surging darkness. It saw in horror and despair that the river of its own destiny was slowly drying up.
At this moment, Vashtor finally realized what a true [Forsaken of God] was.
Why is he feared, why is he guarded against, why is he targeted.
For the first time, the unrestrained creatures of the subspace felt the fear instinct that came from survival itself and was engraved deep in their souls.
Vashtor screamed, and bursts of fire lit up between the mechanical parts. At the last moment, the Lord of the Fire decisively chose to self-destruct and escape—
“…hiss.”
A thin, silent voice came from Hades' mouth.
Bang!!!
Bang!
The silver-white flower exploded at the neck of the blasphemous creature. Hades let go expressionlessly, and the mechanical corpse scattered and fell to the ground in large chunks.
Above Cadia, the Hearthfire Lord's parts were spread out at Hades' feet.
This time, Hades smiled genuinely.
———
[Mars]
In front of the statue of Pluto, the great sage Jin, who was praying devoutly, suddenly trembled.
Something happened.
Jin immediately looked up and stopped praying, but at the same time, the transfer order from Malcador came through his communication.
The engine of the Jin-306 made a hissing sound, and he thought of something bad.
Kirkland…
Jin thought,
You are following Pluto now. If anything happens to Pluto... Jin will never forgive Kirkland in his life.
At the same time, in countless foundry worlds, countless sages who were pursuing craftsmanship were buried in classics, directing workshops, and they looked around in confusion, wanting to know what had just happened.
Someone has changed something and they are not aware of it at the moment.
But one day, they will know that today,
Who is it that sends them the most heartfelt blessings
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[Barbarus]
A dull thunder sounded.
Mortarion, who had been working at his desk for three days, slowly raised his head. Why did he always feel something was wrong these days
A pale light shone through the window onto Mortarion's desk. Mortarion stared at the scenery outside the window thoughtfully. At this moment, dark clouds were covering the sky of Barbarus.
It's going to rain soon.
The sound of wind mixed with moisture blew across the vast corn fields of Barbaros. The corn seedlings bent their heads slightly, revealing the blessing grain bags hanging on the black sculptures in between.
The farmers raised their heads from the fields and looked up at the sky involuntarily, towards the direction where the star was.
Cardia was gleaming.
4.5k, no more for today, I have already burned out from updating the full course, don’t wait for me tonight, I am vomiting…
Thanks to [Mohana, Chosen of Slaanesh] for joining us again, the boss is so generous!!
Thanks to [leewuhui] for the 30,000-point reward!!!
Thanks to my friends who support me and give me rewards!
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By the way, the one who apologized hasn’t called me yet. He is not this person. Please don’t make a mistake. This person is the boss!
Then I would like to apologize again today. The group incident affected the normal reading of book friends. The main reason is that I have no experience. Also, the private chat with me by the other party messed up my mentality. He is a writer friend I trust very much, so I was careless.
Next time I will solve this kind of thing in private chat and won’t bother you anymore!!
The new group will be established after this volume is finished, which will be around the weekend.
(End of this chapter)