"Even if I die, I will be a clear-minded ghost..."
Hades lay on the ground, muttering to himself, his eyes empty, staring at the tall and sharp dome inside the black stone obelisk.
After making up his mind, Trazyn decisively took Hades to the Blackstone Obelisk which was closest to them and still functioning.
Hades was thrown into a corner of the operating room by Trazyn. Trazyn went to debug the equipment. Hades turned his head and saw the dead Sage Kirkland standing beside him.
Kirkland stood there, his mechanical body charred, with no trace of red cloth left, but the metal around him was remelted and dripped into a new black robe, pinning him to the spot.
Hades looked at Kirkland's expressionless mechanical face, then he lowered his eyes and saw that the black stone spear in Kirkland's hand had completely melted into the black stone circuits.
With just one glance, Hades understood what had happened.
In order to force the activation of the Blackstone Obelisk, Kirkland chose to forcibly connect the broken point from the outside.
The Black Stone Obelisk was successfully activated, but at the same time, the huge energy overload of the obelisk also took Kirkland's life.
The only thing Hades didn't understand was that the Blackstone Spear was a weapon of the Word Bearers - had Kirkran already gained such a great reputation among the Word Bearers? Or was this another one that the Sage stole himself
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Hades sighed, he struggled to sit up, leaned against the wall, and examined the sage's body with blurred vision. Kirkland's body was made by him - after such a long time, Kirkland still had not "iterated" it.
Sages usually update and iterate their bodies very quickly. For example, Jin-306, the little guy hiding behind him in the past has become a behemoth unit.
Since this body was created by Hades, it was convenient for him to inspect it. Hades silently reached out and began to manually disassemble the parts.
Find something to do before you die... or before you go to sleep.
Anyway, there is not much I can do now.
Hades knew that his broken body could not even defeat the mortal auxiliary army, and the Black Domain was also out of control - his body was readapting to the Black Domain, and the Black Domain was obediently receding and returning to his command.
There are now two paths in front of Hades. One is to escape, survive first, and then wait to return to the top; the other is to treat himself as a large power bank and send everyone present to death.
The few good news is that Hades is good at both options.
After briefly analyzing the battle situation, Hades decided to fight everyone.
Although there are billions of lives in the Obscure Star Region, and there are also legions fighting fiercely, Death Guard, Ultramarines, World Eaters...
Hades coughed violently. He turned his head away to prevent the blood foam from spraying onto Kirkland in front of him, but in fact, he had almost no blood to cough out.
He is sorry for them, he is sorry for them...
Hades thought exhaustedly that he had not stopped the operation in his hands, and continued to dismantle Kirkland's thinking engine... and he could also restore his personality...
Hades' hand paused.
What he was doing now seemed more hypocritical than the atrocities that followed, but he couldn't help doing it, as if it was something for him to do.
Hades knew, better than anyone, that their enemy was Chaos.
If he left directly, the dark side of the Empire would never be at peace. Even though the Four Gods are weak now, they will soon become strong again given that half of the galaxy has fallen into the warp.
The waves of the Warp will follow the Eye of Terror and erode the bright side of the Imperium.
And this - this is exactly what the Four Gods are happy to see.
Hades continued to deduce. The only person whose condition he was unclear about was the Emperor. The Astronomican was extinguished, and he was not sure whether the Emperor was okay.
But according to Trazyn's observations of the Webway, the Lord of Mankind should have a higher amount of health now.
Without relying on necromancy technology, can Neos directly shut down the psychic wave of the dark side of the empire
Hades thought about it for a while and felt that the old bones who had sat on the throne for ten thousand years might be able to do it, but now, the emperor whose faith had been partly devoured by Hades was not possible.
So... Actually, when the dark side of the empire was revealed, the four gods had already won most of the game.
If they succeed in sealing Hades, then for the Four Gods, this game will be a real win.
Unfortunately, they were still one step behind and miscalculated Luojia's move.
And Lorgar... Hades' eyes were empty. It turned out that the Emperor had already started planning this game since the Perfect City
Chaos also had remedial measures for the chaos caused by Lorgar's defection, but Hades played a completely unexpected and decisive move -
Tarasim.
Hades trembled and took a deep breath. He looked at the King of Figures who was cursing and displaying various equipment in the distance. When Hades first met and chatted with Trazyn, he definitely did not expect this scene today.
The appearance of Trazyn gave Hades another option, to close the Eye of Terror and slowly fish out the dark side of the Empire stranded in the waves of the Warp.
At the same time, in the process of closing the Eye of Terror, if the timing is right, Hades should be able to slap one of the four gods in the face.
Chaos... Chaos... Hades thought as he successfully took out Kirkland's thinking engine. Some circuits were broken and parts were damaged, but most of them were still intact. At the last moment, Kirkland still managed to protect his personality model storage block - this old dog.
Hades suddenly coughed and laughed. No matter who died, Kirkland would not necessarily die. This sage was very shrewd.
He looked at the small storage block with a smile, what a cowardly fellow... The smile on Hades's face faded.
He tilted his head and stared at Kirkland's dead body, which looked like a statue.
The only "person" who survives in this star field will be Kirkland.
This is the first person to die.
Hades sighed, carefully wiped the thought storage block in his hand, and decided to give it to Trazyn later and let Trazyn pass it on to the empire.
After finishing all this, Hades sat sideways against the wall with his hands hanging down.
Darkness shrouded Hades' face. He tilted his head slightly, listening to the explosions outside. If he was not mistaken, more and more ammunition was pouring down on Cadia.
The fleet battle in orbit around Cadia is almost over.
Hades took a deep breath.
The sign of its end will be a whirlwind torpedo landing on Cadia.
Hoping that it was still in time, Hades looked again at Trazyn who was almost busy to the point of going crazy. He knew that at this moment there were dozens or hundreds of Trazyn's clones debugging the Black Stone Obelisk on other planets.
Trust your invincible alien friend.
Hades thought jokingly that even if there was not enough time, the omnipotent Trazyn would still be able to stop time - he just didn't know what kind of contract Malcador had made with the King of Figures.
Hmm... Hades thought, would Malcador sign a slave contract with Mortarion and sell him to the King of Figures
That’s good… Hades thought silently, at least Mortarion can’t die.
And he will end his life himself.
And the lives of millions of people.
Guilliman, Angron, Garro, Vorcus, Khârn... some with names, some without names, some he knew, some he didn't.
Those who are willing to accept death and those who are unwilling to accept death.
People died, many people died, many, many people died.
Hades wanted to cough at the thought, but he held it back.
The price of all this will be the return of half of the galaxy and the long-term weakness of the Four Gods.
In exchange for more lives.
From the beginning to the end, the enemy of Hades and the Emperor is Chaos, the Four Gods.
For them, the judgment of "winning or losing" is never based on the outcome of the actual battlefield.
Hades was silent. On both ends of the scale, the living life was greater than the dead life, and hope was greater than despair.
He made the deal!
Hades took a deep breath and thought of the Emperor. The Lord of Mankind must have made this choice countless times.
However, this time it was his turn.
Hades respects every life, but he is also ruthless.
Being lenient will bring greater sacrifice. Hades never hesitates when it comes to simple and objective mathematical comparison problems.
This galaxy only recognizes logic, it does not judge winning or losing based on emotions.
Trazyn came over and seemed ready. Hades tried to struggle to get up, but Trazyn did not help him, but just watched coldly.
"The last choice," Trazyn said, his tone now completely cold, his mechanical eyes flashing a ruthless green light, and the half of his face that was blown off made him even more hideous.
Trazyn is now like a true, Necron stereotype,
"You can choose to leave with me now, Hades. You don't have to care about them - this is the Empire's business. You don't need to make this choice, and you don't have to bear this choice."
Hades stood up tremblingly, holding on to the wall. Cold sweat ran down his forehead, but fortunately he did not drop the Kirkland Sage's thought storage block on the ground. The small block was still safely in his hand.
Hades asked tremblingly,
"Tarazyn, do you hate the Silent King at that time?"
The Silent King, the leader of the Necrons, is the bastard who ordered the Necrontyr to conduct bio-conversion experiments and convert all of them into Necrons.
Trazyn's previous coldness disappeared completely. Hades looked at Trazyn and almost jumped up in anger.
"You're asking me that?!"
Trazyn rushed forward and tried to grab Hades' collar, but the height difference between them made him give up. So Trazyn pulled a piece of flesh out from the hole in Hades' chest without hesitation, forcing Hades to bend down and look him straight in the eye.
A sound of sucking in air came from Hades' mouth - it hurt.
"That's a jerk! Hades, listen up!!!"
Trazyn said loudly and righteously,
"That's a self-absorbed bastard, the galaxy's leading genocide dealer! You're not like him - that bastard at least never cares -"
Trazyn's voice trembled, electric, full of electricity. "At least he never empathized with us! He never empathized with the slaves under his feet! He never faced death directly - you don't understand! You don't understand!"
The Necrontyr are a race with distinct classes, and the superiors can kill a few brave warriors of the race for entertainment, depending on their mood that day.
Hades took a breath and said quickly,
"Okay, I understand. Please let go of my trachea first. What I mean is..."
Trazyn suddenly released Hades' lung tube, and Hades breathed a sigh of relief. Under the severe pain, he almost fainted again. Hades continued,
"Well, I know the price of what I did."
He swallowed a mouthful of blood foam. Trazyn stared at him with a cold light in his eyes, but he said nothing.
Hades smiled, "Just a tyrant."
Hades scratched his head, probably because of the damage from Trazyn just now, he finally lost his last drop of blood. He was now under the special buff of the Death Guard -
[Flashback: You are unwilling to compromise with death. Standing on the brink of death, you feel good and even want to dance.]
"By the way," Hades said, he reached out and handed Trazyn the Kirkland Block in his hand, "give it to Gold-306 for me. You know who he is."
Hades believed that Trazyn was definitely rolling his eyes, but unfortunately the mechanical body couldn't express it.
Trazyn took the cube and said coldly, "Collection plus one. All right, Hades, sit on it."
The King of Figures pointed to the chair he had temporarily built with black stone. The shape of the chair was similar to a plastic chair in a food stall. Countless pipes flashing green light extended from the hollow of the chair back and inserted into the black stone obelisk that towered into the sky.
The corner of Hades' mouth twitched.
He realized that in the Warhammer world, everyone had a toilet to sit on, which was a blessing.
Hades swallowed blood unconsciously again. To some extent, the Black Stone Food Stall Chair triggered his PTSD. "Okay..."
Hades sat on it with a fearless attitude, which took more courage than he thought. Trazyn helped him connect the pipes, and the King of Figures mercilessly stabbed the pipes directly into his flesh. It was another long torture. Fortunately, Hades was tough.
"Jaghtai Khan is fighting with Magnus. I have already notified him to leave—" Trazyn put a pot-like cover on Hades' head, and Hades' world was shrouded in darkness. "But I think, in this case... it is better to let them enjoy the fun of fighting in the last moment before they die."
Hades' trembling voice sounded,
"Are you almost ready?"
"No," Trazyn replied mercilessly. "It will take quite a while - the maintenance process that requires you to be alive is far more complicated than just letting you explode. Wait."
Hades laughed dryly twice.
Trazyn suddenly stood up and stared at Hades. In the long silence, Trazyn suddenly realized something.
"You're feeling fear and regret, Hades?"
The Figure King asked in surprise, and Hades spoke directly,
"Anyone would do the same. I just hope you can do it before I am overwhelmed by the pain."
Hades smiled and said, "But I'm more resistant to blows, so I don't fall down easily."
Trazyn cursed, but Hades didn't understand because it was the language of the Necrontyr.
(End of this chapter)