"What?"
Hades said.
His brain collapsed for a moment at this moment.
He could understand the meaning of each word, but when they were connected together, Hades fell into a deafening silence.
What
What did this brat just call him? What is the Son of Pluto
His kids—when did he have kids?!
Trazyn rubbed it for him
Hades' pupils trembled as he stared at the Space Marine kneeling in front of him. The dark black armor was outlined with pale green, and half of the familiar Death Guard emblem was replaced with the gear skull of the Mechanicus.
I have to say, it still fits Hades' aesthetics...
Wait, now is not the time to worry about this!
Hades took a deep breath. Although it felt very strange, he did feel a sense of familiarity and closeness from Blake - just like the most familiar sharp blade in a warrior's hand.
He could even vaguely know the warrior's character and feel his emotions, just as Hades should have known.
Well, that's not impossible.
Hades stared at the Space Marines in front of him cautiously. Compared with his current size, these Space Marines were too small, which made Hades feel they were very fragile.
In the distance, the emerald green lightning controlled by Hades was still thundering in the sky. His star god part was far less powerful than the black domain, so it could only cover an area and isolate the Tyranids outside the area.
The bugs swatted at his lightning, which made Hades inexplicably feel like he was swatting bugs with a giant electric mosquito swatter.
Hades stared at Blake Butcher in front of him.
Although there was a dead brother lying behind Blake, Hades ignored him for the time being as his own offspring was more important.
"Stand up."
Hades said softly, crouching down - damn, he was too tall.
He could feel Blake's nervousness in front of him. Blake was very nervous, so nervous that he seemed to have no other emotions.
Hades waited patiently. He had already explored the Black Territory, and besides the bugs, the only people left on the planet were the two people in front of him.
The kid tried to stand up unsteadily, but failed once due to nervousness or perhaps detachment.
Finally, Blake Butcher stood up straight, and with great courage, Blake took a deep breath and looked directly into his father's face.
God...
Blake's mind was filled with only this one thought. He saw the face of a god, with a heroic sculpture on one side and a tyrannical machine on the other. Humans and machines jointly created Him. The machine's eyes were cold and ruthless, with a rationality that saw through everything.
... No... Pluto is a human...
ah.
Blake's second reaction was that the portrait of Pluto in the Great Sage Jin was really ugly.
As time passed, for some unknown reason, the images of Pluto gradually became distorted. Sage Jin, together with other people who had seen Pluto's true appearance, tried to restore it - but all failed.
But what causes people to panic even more is that when they recall, they will find that they cannot see the Pluto in their memory clearly at all.
The Bishop of the Underworld speculated that this might be a trait unique to the soulless.
In desperation, they had to try to draw it themselves based on vague impressions.
The paintings are ugly... no... or rather simple.
There are countless portraits of Hades circulating among the Sons of Hades, and one of the traditions of the Sons of Hades is to paint the Hades in their own minds. So far, the painting on the championship list was painted by their combat predecessor, Death Guard Vox.
Vaux drew a figure standing in a cornfield from behind, with no face at all.
It is rumored that Mortarion also participated, but after finishing the painting, Mortarion burned his own painting in anger.
Caras Typhon drew a picture of vomit and said that this was what he imagined Pluto to look like.
Received the images from the Death Guard seniors, the paintings of Hades in Hades are not limited to human form.
And Blake… Blake’s own drawing of Pluto is… a completely black sheet of paper.
Blake stared into the dark pupils of his genetic father and realized that he was right.
And now, the eye was staring at Blake with great interest.
Hades stared at Blake, the frightened little guy with black hair and blue eyes, who looked like a German. Well, there was indeed some similarity between their eyebrows and eyes, and he had the illusion that he saw his little cousin.
"Your name is Blake Butcher?"
The deep voice interrupted Blake's daze of staring at his genetic father. Blake quickly responded and saluted with another Sky Eagle salute.
"Yes! Sir!"
Hades sighed, patted his shoulder armor, and stood up, "No need to be so formal, Blake."
Hades realized that Blake was too nervous. If this continued, communication between them would not be smooth. He planned to let the kid relax for a while and ask again after he calmed down.
Anyway, he has confirmed that this is indeed his... offspring.
Hades was silent. He seemed to understand a little bit about how Mortarion viewed the Death Guard.
This is not unacceptable, Hades sighed inwardly, but he didn't expect to become a father the moment he opened his eyes and closed them.
Hades turned sideways and looked at the planet.
Um... Tyrann... so he's been asleep for about 10,000 years.
The last scene in his memory was Trazyn trying her best to rescue him on Cadia, and then there was a long darkness - there were also some fragments in between. He seemed to remember Trazyn shaking him up and telling him to get more sun
Hades lowered his head. He probably changed into this overly cool outfit at that time.
He looked up, confused as to why Trazyn had dumped him here.
Hades thought Trazyn would find a place where chaos was rampant to wake him up, but why was he thrown into a nest of insects now
"Which star region is this?"
Hades asked casually,
"Near Octareus, my lord."
Hades was silent.
Octarius, his memory told him that this seemed to be the star region where the greenskins and insects fought each other until the roads were wiped out.
"Wait, what year is it now?"
"889.M41."
That's not right. The time doesn't match.
But Hades is understandable. Due to his meddling, the rebellion has completely gone off track, so he probably can't use the outdated strategy now.
Maybe he should be more optimistic, Hades sighed. He remembered that Mortarion seemed to be fine before he fell into a coma, and so was Guilliman - well, mainly Guilliman.
As long as Guilliman lives and operates for ten thousand years, no, as long as Guilliman operates for three thousand years, the Human Empire will be invincible.
He had to ask what was going on with the human empire now.
Of course—not now.
Hades tilted his head and looked at Blake, "Are you hungry?"
Blake didn't answer him in time, but swallowed subconsciously.
"Okay, you're hungry too."
Hades happily made the decision for his offspring. He bent down and picked up the unconscious Space Marine. He had a golden helmet and blue shoulders. Which chapter was this from
Hades paused suddenly.
Wait, why was the Chapter established anyway?!
No... You should trust the Primarchs. Hades had an ominous feeling in his heart, but in the end, hunger overwhelmed the uneasiness.
He carried the unconscious Space Marine and strode to where his bed had fallen, with Blake trotting after Hades.
"Which chapter is he from?"
Hades said casually,
"My father, he is Barry of the Celestial Lions, son of Dorne."
Oh... it was a very unlucky regiment.
Leaning against the bed - Hades now felt that the thing looked like a coffin. Hades put Barry down and gave him a quick check. The psychic was not in danger of death for the time being, he just fainted.
Hades coughed.
The think tank's soul was so tempting that Hades almost swallowed it by accident.
He put the think tank away and then looked at his bed. Hades was so shocked that he forgot to see what the King of Figures had left for him.
Well, there was only a bed with the same pattern as his uncle's shorts.
The base is light green, with a bunch of Q-version little guards printed on it.
There is also a Q version of a little doll.
Oh, it's pretty cute. Hades subconsciously picked up the doll and kept it—
But where are his armor and weapons?! Trazyn, oh my god! Where did his huge armor and weapons go??!
As if he knew what was going on in Hades' heart, a letter fell out from the doll he was guarding.
Hades opened the letter without hesitation:
To Hades:
Hello, the deadbeat who eats and drinks my other collections for free, when you see this letter, I will have completely escaped from you.
I imagine you must be standing in a pile of bugs and have no idea what's going on, so let me make it short and give you a brief introduction to your situation.
First, the IOU.
During the years I took you in, you ate me:
Void Dragon Fragment*1
Nightbringer Fragment*1
Deceiver's Fragment*1 (It turns out I shouldn't have fed you this, I'll explain later)
Star*7
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Hades flipped through a few pages hastily. The IOU alone was already three pages long. He flipped through them decisively.
[…
Precious Metals*
The soul of an insignificant collection*N
That’s all, so I hope that after you wake up, you can make it up to me with the same precious items or information.
I didn't want to wake you up and keep you as my collection. In fact, even when your black domain suddenly went out of control six thousand years ago, I never thought of throwing you away.
But my mortal enemy, Orikan, is causing me trouble.
That self-righteous idiot calculated something beyond the prophecy - I'm not saying that he was predicting, so how could he calculate something beyond the prophecy
Because of his self-righteous prophecy, this idiot spent hundreds of years investigating my whereabouts.
Finally he succeeded. He found me outside the river and my museum—and naturally he also saw you in the museum.
We had a fight, and thanks to your false emperor, the big bell hit the bastard accurately, accurately and hard, knocking him to the ground.
Then I hit him in the face with my fist, rode on him and slapped him, while he spat the garbage from his reactor at me and broke my other display cases with extremely insidious tricks.
What followed was a fight I won't recount, but all you have to remember is that I saved my museum, my collection—including you, who was still sound asleep—and that I slapped Orikann seventeen times.
In the end, this bastard left my museum in a tumble, but he went to find another dynasty. His intrusion completely destroyed the balance I built in the museum, which means...
Your existence is exposed.
With all due respect, to the Warp and other beings, your breath is like the excrement that has been fermented for thousands of years after being discharged from your damn excretory system.
I doubt the rest of my kind would have thought anything of you, and—do you remember the Deceiver's fragment I fed you
In fact, I hated that piece so much that I decided to just throw it to you and have you destroy it completely.
But it seems that this has also attracted the attention of other Deceiver Fragments.
A being that can devour and fuse fragments of different Star Gods, you are tempting enough even for something that is indifferent to the warp.
I can shield you from the gaze of Chaos, but against them—I can do nothing, and, I realize, other Dynasties will notice you, and then they will come to trouble my Dynasty, and then my superiors will find me.
And I am just a powerless museum administrator who slapped Orikann seventeen times.
So I immediately decided that it was time for you to wake up and go out and harm other races.
For some reason - in order to avoid the damn prophecy, I had to choose the most insignificant day in the so-called "fate", and at the same time take advantage of the chaos caused by Tyranids to cover up your existence.
Now, I guess no one else has noticed you except Orikan and me.
But as long as you leave the star field where the Tyranids are wreaking havoc, or come into contact with other races, your existence will soon be exposed.
Although I believe that you can no longer care about the existence of any chaos, you should know that since you fell asleep for ten thousand years, there is not only chaos in the galaxy.
In fact, this is also to clear my relationship with you. I advise you to come out of Tyran's shadow later so that I can win the lawsuit -
Yes, in order to prevent that madman Orikan from biting me, I decided to give him a head start. I will go to the court and point out to all the Necrontyr that this damn bastard broke into a private house again.
The court has installed anti-time-reversal equipment because this guy used time travel while litigating last time. I'm sure to win this time.
That's it. I'm going to file a lawsuit. As your creditor and your keeper for ten thousand years, I hope you stay in this star field for at least one year.
There isn't much human civilization left in this star field, but I believe you can survive.
Because time is urgent, I don't have time to get weapons and armor for you, but you have already learned how to use blackstone, so you can make a set using your own bed.
Good luck.
—Your creditor, Trazyn.
PS. Remember to pay your debts as soon as possible
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Hades' hand holding the letter was shaking slightly.
(End of this chapter)