"My father,"
Blake quickly turned around and looked at Pluto who was coming up. It seemed like he had just gone for a walk after dinner. Pluto was calm as if nothing had happened.
Hades blinked and looked at Blake, waving.
"Have you got a rope?"
rope
Blake paused for a moment, then he began to search urgently, and finally found a small, half-finished Barbarus handkerchief he had woven in the ammunition bag - it was still the custom that the Son of Pluto plagiarized from the Death Guard. As an interest class, Blake chose weaving.
Weaving is very popular among the Sons of Hades, because it is said that Hades likes to weave tapestries with Macragge.
Blake twisted up a green yarn, untied it and handed it to Hades.
Hades was not a picky person, so he picked up the Death Guard green thread, tied a small pocket on it and put the Magnus Stone in it.
Not to mention, the combination of Death Guard green and Magnus red has an indescribable weird feeling.
Hades was not sensitive to this and casually hung the stone around his waist like a keychain.
The Emperor's phalanx from around his neck was missing, but Hades was not without his necklace. He now wore the lucky coin given to him by the wise head of Ogryn.
As a thank you for teaching his smart head.
On the lucky coin, one side is the Emperor of God, and the other side is Hades. I don’t know why, but both portraits have a kind of Ogrin’s silly spirit.
Hades snapped his fingers, and behind him, the melted and solidified metal squirmed, building a throne behind him.
Hades looked at Blake and signaled Mingzi to wake up the two unconscious people.
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Mauro woke up with a pain in the back of his neck.
He opened his eyes blearily and found himself surrounded by darkness. Mauro looked up subconsciously, and the scene in front of him immediately made his blood freeze.
He saw the god sitting in the darkness, the scarlet light of judgment gazing at him thoughtfully.
He heard the curses of his confidant Randy, but Mauro heard almost nothing. In great panic, he fainted again.
Hades looked away in disappointment. Why did this lord fall again
Blake, who was standing beside the two of them, looked at Hades, asking whether he should wake Mauro up again. Hades shook his head slightly. He guessed that this hive lord didn't know anything.
Hades looked at the psyker, and it was interesting that even though Hades's black domain had enveloped the entire ship - although not including the area they were currently in, the psyker was still trying to yell with all his might.
It seemed that because of the black domain, the psychic's eyes had been burned in the chaotic disorder of his own psychic energy, and some yellow-white sticky liquid was dripping from his eye sockets. Hades guessed that it should be the melted eyeballs.
Even so, the psychic still speaks sweetly.
This is not common.
Hades rested his chin on one hand and placed the other on the armrest.
Moreover, this psychic's psychic power is very strong, at the Alpha level, and there is a faint Tzeentch light around him, but not much.
It seems that he has only dabbled in Tzeentch's spells, but has not surrendered to Tzeentch.
Hades thought,
"I admire your courage, so I'll give you a chance to tell me the whole story."
"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me directly! I have killed three soulless scums - ah ah!"
At the same time as the psychic cursed, Blake beside him raised his hand very simply, and raised the axe in his hand, and chopped off half of the psychic's left calf smoothly.
Blood and bone fragments splattered everywhere.
Hades frowned, "Next time, follow my orders before you move."
Blake looked at his nose and his heart, and stood still without saying a word.
As if hearing the screams of his enemy, the stone on Hades' waist lit up, but then slowly dimmed.
Hades took the stone off and twirled it around in his hands.
Maybe one more piece would be enough, this sentence suddenly popped up in Hades' mind at an inopportune time.
"All right,"
Hades said calmly, "Thank God of Death, I know a few torture techniques."
The darkness around him began to surge, heaving and rolling like the ocean, slowly floating up, slowly climbing up the psychic's toes, and then the ends of his hair that were resting on the ground... The black tide advanced and retreated, and along with the tide came the psychic's screams that grew louder and louder.
Hades turned his head to the side, casually, he no longer looked at the psychic, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Finally, when Blake counted to the sixty-seventh number in his mind, the psychic collapsed.
The psychic, limp in his own vomit and excrement, struggled and twitched.
"Say—I'll say anything! Take them away! Get them out of here! Ah!"
Hades nonchalantly shifted his gaze back.
"I don't like to torture people," Hades said slowly, "so I hope you can finish it in one breath without lying to me, otherwise... Although I don't like to torture people, it doesn't mean I'm not good at it."
"It's always better to die cleanly."
The psychic in front of Hades sobbed and tried to take a deep breath, but almost choked to death on his own vomit again. Blake, who was beside the psychic, grabbed him up, lifted him up and threw him onto the clean deck further forward.
The psychic raised his head stiffly, forced a smile, and stared at Hades with his empty eyes, "Who the hell are you? Are you really Hades - the end of psychics is coming?"
"I'm Smarthead Ogryn."
Hades said calmly, the sound of a gunshot accompanied his words, and behind the psychic, Blake slowly put down the slightly hot muzzle of the gun, and a severed hand lay at Hades' feet.
Hades sighed, "It seems you still don't want to say it, so-"
"I said it! I said it!!!"
The psychic shouted hurriedly, a smile on his face, "Just - dying in front of Hades, my life is worth it, and I am worthy of my family blood."
Then, without waiting for Blake to chop off another of his feet, the psychic immediately began to talk about his family.
Randy's family is a psychic family composed of some navigators who voluntarily retired. Therefore, most people born in this family are psychics.
In 900.M34, while observing the Warp, his ancestors discovered traces of the former Primarch - for various reasons, greed, or the Grey Knights' willingness to kill most mortals who saw Magnus's traces, Randy's ancestors did not report Magnus's traces to the Imperium.
They were lucky, for when they discovered it, the Primarch was in a dormant state floating in the galaxy.
After decades of preparation, Randy's ancestors attempted to awaken a pure part of the fragment - the fragment of Magnus imprisoned on the ship.
The Aldmeri realized that the Red Primarch was in a state of personality loss and chaotic memory. Therefore, after gaining the Primarch's trust through a self-torture trick, he persuaded Magnus himself, hoping that this part of Magnus would seal the other evil half of himself.
This would further tear the fragment apart, but Magnus was eager to retain his nobility and purity, so Magnus personally worked with Randy's ancestors to complete the array to imprison another part of himself.
Magnus also assured Ancestor Randy that although he had used some of the power of the subspace, he could never break the magic circle by himself.
Hades was almost unable to hold his breath after listening to this. The following plot can be guessed with just a strand of hair.
As expected, the psyker ancestor used the array that Magnus had built himself, using himself and most of his family as bait, to tear apart and imprison the awakened fragments of Magnus.
The other fragments that were tainted with the aura of chaos were sold by the family to extremely distant star regions.
Using the imprisoned fragments of Magnus, the severely damaged psyker family fled to a remote star region and began to rely on the powerful to gain money and power, and avoid the eyes and ears of the empire.
But this was not their main purpose - they had been trying to use the fragment of Magnus to improve their psychic power level, and after that, all newborns born in this family were Alpha level.
At the same time, they collected and strangled the Soulless in order to continue to stabilize and transfer the array.
The people of this family kept a close watch on the psychic Primarch, and during that time, there were some suspicious eyes cast towards this area, but these eyes were quickly eliminated by the psychics.
Until the power contained in the Magnus fragments becomes less and less, the number of newborns in the family decreases, and the magic circle becomes more and more unstable...
Even the shadow of Tyranid appeared in this star field.
The good news is that the magic circle prevents Terran from visiting.
"Strength," Randy said hoarsely, "We have been despised by mortals, hunted by black ships, and questioned by grey knights. We have experienced the years of being trampled into dirt. We know that absolute strength is the truth."
"Now the absolute truth comes to kill you,"
Blake suddenly spoke up.
The psyker sneered, but his trembling voice betrayed him, "So I have no regrets! Compared to those arrogant rubbish who claim to be soulless, I love to listen to their screams the most—"
Blake raised his axe and slashed it down. Hades wiped the blood off his face casually.
"Blake," Hades sighed helplessly, "stop making trouble when you've had enough fun."
Blake stood there quietly, continuing to watch his nose and his heart.
The psychic in front of him collapsed to the ground instantly. To Blake's surprise, the psychic was not dead.
"You want me to be angry?"
Hades said calmly, but did not wait for the psychic to answer. He continued to talk to himself, "I am indeed angry, but I don't think I am the angriest."
Hades looked at the red stone between his fingers. The stone was gleaming, hot, scorching—
Hades sighed again.
"You wish revenge, I suppose?"
The stone lit up and answered Hades' question.
"Come out," Hades said calmly, "I will not swallow you with the black domain."
He threw the stone at random, and with a flash of intense spiritual energy, a red giant with angry hair and a crown appeared in front of Hades.
[Mortal!] Magnus roared almost insanely, his red hair rising like fire, [You sinner who deceived me for a thousand years! You only used me as a tool?! You even almost erased everything about me in your confession?!]
The appearance of Magnus diluted the oppressive feeling of the black domain, and then the psychic laughed crazily.
"That's all—"
He laughed. "The Primarch and Hades—"
The psyker felt Black's gaze behind him, and his voice suddenly changed, "The Primarch is nothing but this!!!"
Before he could finish his words, Magnus's psychic energy surged in front of him.
Violent arcs of electricity blazed up, illuminating almost the entire area. The flames instantly wrapped around the psychic's body. In the dazzling psychic flames, the psychic was screaming loudly.
Magnus slowly raised his hand.
Behind him, the dazzling red color was reflected in Hades' eyes. Hades tilted his head and shouted,
"Magnus, don't forget the unconscious hive lord."
For some reason, Hades had the illusion that he had thrown a Poké Ball.
(End of this chapter)