"WAAAAAGH!!!"
A cloud of black smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, and then, bang! The last screaming greenskin collapsed to the ground. Hades curled his lips and casually threw the gun he had unloaded from the super-heavy boss into the pile of corpses.
He shook off the liquid splashed on his head, turned his head and saw that the battle on Blake's side was almost over. Mingzi was like a real butcher, and the green-skinned corpse slowly slid off his armor.
Now, the average altitude of the small plain where they were located had risen by about one to three and a half greenskins.
Hades pulled his feet out of the pile of corpses and walked towards the edge of the green tide, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
"Little Mag! Is that enough?"
[My name is Magnus!!! You Ogryn!]
"Okay little Mag! Got it little Mag!"
[Negative Psychic Ogryn!!!]
Hades walked over nonchalantly. He rubbed the green blood off his face with the back of his hand, and his two axes were casually stuck into the ground, making a hissing sound.
Hades stood beside Magnus and looked up at the corpses scattered all over the mountain. "Is that enough? If not, I'll find some more."
Magnus took a deep breath and said, "Use these first."
"That's good,"
Hades said, but before he could finish his words, Magnus interrupted Hades angrily,
[You!] Magnus said angrily, [What did you just yell? Do you know that every word has its meaning? Words are beautiful and two-way, and you should be responsible for every word you say!]
Hades blinked and reached out to grab Blake, who was behind him and had just finished the fight and was running over to attack Magnus with an axe due to inertia.
"Well..." Hades stretched out his voice, "Of course I know what I'm shouting,"
He said confidently, "I will have a negative impact on the warp, so of course I can't shout Mortarion or the Emperor, but because you two are here, I can't shout..."
Hades looked at Magnus and winked again, "I can't call the one in the garden."
"So, after thinking about it," Hades said firmly, "only Goge and Maoge are left! Goge and Maoge are the best!"
Blake, who was standing behind Hades, immediately responded by uttering a faint waagh.
Hades slapped Blake hard and Blake shut up.
The boy is not very clever, Hades thought silently.
Hades would never admit it. In fact, he had wanted to shout like that for a long time because it was really exciting.
He even felt a little lost. Hades's black domain made it impossible for him to resonate with the WAAAAAGH position. Otherwise, Hades thought, he would stand on the top of the mountain, and after he shouted WAAAAAGH, all the greenskins would follow him to WAAAAAGH. What an exciting scene that would be for him!
Before Hades finished his words, he looked at Magnus in front of him and almost fainted. The red light on the Red King's skin kept getting lighter and darker, like a red colorful glowing chameleon.
[Okay...] Magnus said, almost gritting his teeth, [I reluctantly accept your point of view, Ogryn, but—]
The Red King suddenly changed the subject and looked at Blake behind Hades.
[Why is he shouting too?! This little guy is one of the few who can directly connect to the subspace!]
Hades righteously stepped aside and made way for Blake. He looked at Blake sideways and cut with righteous words.
"Black, you really shouldn't shout. You should shout Mortarion and Death."
The two giants stared at the Space Marine at the same time. Black Butcher stood there like a sculpture, looking very abrupt.
After a long while, a barely audible "Oh..." came from Blake's helmet.
Magnus wanted to press on and angrily scolded the two Ogryns, one big and one small, for being unreliable, but Hades immediately stood in front of Black and blocked him.
"Alas, the child is still young and doesn't know much—Magnus, you are over 10,000 years old, put the young people of 40K in perspective."
Magnus was so angry that his lungs almost exploded! If he didn't have a body now, Magnus doubted that he would really be so angry that he would cough up blood.
What is this giant axe-wielding Ogryn talking about?!
He called a guy who was over a hundred years old and had killed at least six figures of people and aliens a young man? !
Magnus's deep breaths became more and more rapid, and just when Hades thought that Magnus could be a disco ball,
With a bang, the illusion of Magnus disappeared, and a bright red stone replaced the giant.
Hades was shocked and rushed forward to pick up the stone.
"Little Mag! Little Mag! What's wrong with you!"
[Shut up!]
Don't argue with the barbarians in the barbaric world... True wisdom only shines in the conversations of wise men, don't argue... Take a deep breath... Meditate...
A truly wise man disdains to debate with fools.
The vision of Magnus appeared again, looking much calmer this time.
Magnus exhaled a breath of turbid air, [Ogryn, I sincerely regret the respect I showed you back then. ]
Seeing that Magnus was fine and was simply angry, Hades waved his hand proudly, "Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend."
Magnus stopped talking, the contempt in his eyes almost beyond words. Magnus shook his head silently and decided not to try to argue with Negative Psychic Ogryn anymore.
The Primarch sighed, and then said seriously, "From now on, you must obey my orders. The ritual of connecting to the warp is complicated, subtle, and exquisite. There is no room for error—"
Magnus looked at Hades and said in advance, as if he had foreseen it, "I know what you want to say, Supreme Heaven Spurned. If there are other Warp beings that interfere with the ritual, you can just beat them back - but this will greatly slow down our progress in finding Mortarion."
Hades in front of him finally put away his sullen expression.
"good."
Magnus continued, "Now that we have gathered the initial deaths, I will try to anchor Mortarion in the High Heavens first, and then choose whether to contact him depending on the situation."
"Very rigorous," Hades commented, folding his arms and supporting his chin.
This sentence seemed to ignite Magnus's anger again. Hades watched with interest as Magnus' hair rose and fell. Finally, the Red King said calmly,
[I don't expect Ogryn to understand what true subtlety is,] Magnus said, [You only see the rigor and regularity of the steps and logic - but the vast ocean is not like that, it is made up of emotions and souls. When a great psychic performs a ritual, every emotion should be in place - don't judge, I know you can't understand, negative psychic Ogryn.]
Hades looked away guiltily, "Well, I really can't understand it."
His ability is more like being able to fly bricks in the warp.
Magnus raised his hand, signaling the two Ogryns to keep quiet.
[Give me fourteen minutes. I need to decide whether it is appropriate to start the ceremony now.]
Magnus said, "You two, go and arrange these alien corpses - arrange them into the emblem of the Death Guard. At the same time, the number of corpses in each part must be a multiple of seven. It is better to waste extra corpses than to break the rule of seven."
They needed to connect with Mortarion as much as possible. During the voyage, Magnus asked Black about the Death Guard's detailed process for summoning Mortarion.
However, they did not have the rigorous and sufficient conditions of the Death Guard, so Magnus had to make adjustments.
But it doesn't matter, the Death Guard doesn't have a psyker as powerful as Magnus.
"This is all done, father!"
Magnus felt the flow of water from the High Heaven. It was inevitable that their existence would be watched by the Warp beings related to the Greenskins.
But in order to successfully connect to Mortarion, rather than the existence of the greenskin side... maybe he should really let Hades continue to shout WAAAAAGH.
For some reason, when Magnus' soul touched this point, the Red King felt discouraged for a moment, inexplicably unhappy, and he felt that a dim luster was emanating from himself while he was immersed in the highest sky.
"Hey! Blake, go ahead!"
This summoning will definitely be mixed with the greenskin's psychic energy, there is no way to avoid it.
The Red Lord thought, and all he could do was to artificially mark Mortarion as best he could, and keep the greenskin psychic energy directed towards the Pale Lord separate from their main force.
"Wow! It's bursting with juice!"
Magnus angrily pulled his thoughts away from the High Heavens and looked at the Dark Ogryn who was busy and happy in the pile of greenskin corpses. [Shut up!]
Hades, who was standing in the middle of the pile of corpses, made a zipper-like gesture with his mouth, signaling Magnus to leave them alone.
Magnus stared at Hades warningly, and after making sure that the idiot was no longer making trouble, he returned to the warp that welcomed him.
And Mortarion's position...
Amidst the countless bright green psychic energies of the orcs, Magnus struggled to control his consciousness to float upwards, as far away from this area of eternal green sun as possible.
According to Hades' intelligence, Mortarion should now be deep in the Lord of Stasis's domain.
Idiot, Magnus cursed, he remembered the contemptuous look at the Nikaea Council, discriminating against psychics? Now it is not him, the great psychic Magnus, who came to find Mortarion.
At one point, Magnus lamented the Pale Lord's heroic charge into the Warp - what was he trying to achieve
Did he really want to defeat that being... ? Magnus was almost shocked and sighed. It was just a foolish dream. It was not realistic.
Didn't Mortarion know that the origin of his psychic energy was very similar to that existence - they were destined to be unable to completely destroy each other, there was only submission and being submitted, assimilation and being assimilated,
In the vast ocean, the boundaries of each type of spiritual energy are not so clear-cut, let alone similar existences
Mortarion, Mortarion... Magnus concentrated on distinguishing the touch of psychic energy, releasing all his emotions and perceptions. Hundreds of billions of tendrils passed through the cracks in his soul, playing a discordant but resonant music.
Magnus did not want to help Mortarion - no, he would never forgive Mortarion unless he himself was actually threatened by a negative-psychic Ogryn.
He just wanted to restore the empire's former glory. The Red King never gave up on vindicating himself, and he never gave up on the people and things he had let down in the past.
By the way, I also returned the trust that was shown back then.
A very thin thread was just tied to the bright red light of the Red King. Magnus noticed it. It was a dim thread, like a line made of ashes, with a light dark green hanging on it.
This must be the breath of Mortarion the Pale Lord, a very personal one.
If Hades were to describe it, he would say it was a temperament similar to kidney deficiency.
Found it.
Magnus' eyes flashed bright red with excitement, and he quickly sank into the bright green river of eternal day and returned to his original position.
Magnus opened his eyes and saw the greenskin corpses arranged neatly in front of him.
Hades and Black were squatting on the ground, fiddling with the greenskin corpses furtively, no one knew what they were doing.
Magnus, who had just emerged from the Vast Ocean and whose emotions had not yet completely calmed down, flew over with a frown on his face, [What are you doing?!]
Hades clenched his green fingers.
"It's done. I saw you didn't react for a long time. I was so bored that I cut off all the greenskins' fingers to seven fingers."
Magnus was shocked.
For the first time, the Red King was so pale that he didn't know what to say. He thought that Negative Psychic Ogryn seemed to have done nothing wrong, but it was still extremely weird.
[No need,] Magnus paused for a moment, [My power is enough to offset this omission.]
"It's done," Hades said. "Will you float up and see how we're doing, little magic Mag?"
Magnus stammered and wanted to say something, but everything was pale and powerless in Hades' hand, which was clenched with a bunch of green fingers.
[… OK.]
Magnus, who was originally an illusion, began to rise. He saw a huge six-ring thorny skull neatly placed on the blood-stained ground. Under the bloody setting sun, the skull was staring at him silently.
But what made Magnus most silent was that the two Ogryns used their broken greenskin fingers to spell out a bunch of "Motarion" in a circle around the altar.
Heresy, so heretical.
This was Magnus' only thought.
Magnus' silence almost hurt himself, and he could no longer bear it. His single eye was overwhelmed and the Primarch hurriedly descended.
[Done...] Magnus felt his own words beating him up, [It's OK...]
Before Hades could smile, Magnus added hastily, "But it still needs to be adjusted—you are not allowed to enter this area!"
Hades scratched his head, ran back for a while, and then left the altar.
[You, little Ogryn,] Magnus looked at Blake, [Come here.]
He instructed Blake to stand in the center of the altar, on the corpse of the huge, super-heavy-armored boss. Blake listened to Magnus's command stiffly and stood still.
Magnus stared at Blake for a while, and finally decided to take the power axe from his hand.
Blake tried to resist, but finally succumbed to the pressure of the powerful psychic.
[You!] Magnus then turned his head and shouted to Hades who was watching the excitement from a distance, [Now stay away from here and make sure the greenskins on this planet don't invade here. At the same time, use your abilities to alert this side. If something is wrong, remember to stop it in time!]
[as well as…]
Magnus gritted his teeth. He felt the blood vessels in his head throbbing with anger. He wished he could immediately draw a bolt of lightning to strike Ogrin.
[—Remember to shout your WAAAAAGH!!! Don’t stop!!!]
Hades swung his two axes at him happily.
"WAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
Hades responded in this way, and caught the power axe thrown by Magnus, Black.
(End of this chapter)