"WAAAAGH!!! To touch his face!!!"
Boom boom boom—boom boom boom—the engines made a rumbling sound, and a black-painted bomber attack plane passed by the sky, with flames splashing under the plane and super-guns making rattling noises.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dirt splashed beside the speeding motorcycle formation, "WAAAAGH!!! Shoot farther! You hit the wrong person!!!"
The motorcycle boy raised his hand and fired a few shots at the big explosion in the sky.
A violent roar whizzed past it, and the cooler and bigger Daka car with its flashy guns raised dust, and its large studded tires could almost crush a green-skinned kid.
"Hahaha, you're such a wimp! We're catching up to you! I'm going to lead you!"
Tied to the gun-showing car, the fart spirit on the front of the car was screaming desperately.
"Is it so great to drive your big car?!"
The motorcycle boy with a black ribbon on his head immediately bumped to the right, and the motorcycle collided with the rickshaw, sparks flew everywhere!
The driver turned the steering wheel with one hand and held the gun with the other, half of his body leaned out of the window, staring at the motorcycle boy viciously.
"You're looking for—"
Buzz—whoosh—boom!!!
The deafening sound of the engines accelerating drowned out the shouting and cursing. A giant object hovering in the air passed over their heads, casting a black shadow. For a split second, the greenskins had no time to open their mouths and could only stare upward with their green eyes.
Wow! A hybrid of a hop-up car and a turbo tractor!
In the dazzling sunlight, the white emblem of a crossed sickle and axe on the matte black paint looks like an evil spirit.
WAAAAGH!!! It's the inspection team! Those crazy people from the inspection team are here!
Clang! The heavy vehicle crashed into the ground in front of them, and the dirt it raised just filled the greenskins' wide-open mouths.
In the smoke and dust, a figure stood steadily at the tail of a heavy motorcycle like a war maniac, with a huge axe in his hand flashing blood.
"You guys! If you keep fighting among yourselves, I will tie you up and drag you around with the car!!! I will grind you down to the size of a fart!!!"
The roar and rage were almost spitting out! The two greenskins who had just been showing off their might immediately became depressed and buried their heads in their shoulders.
The black butcher roared, and the iron chain on his arm rustled, as if he was going to pick a greenskin to tie up.
"Black-Black Butcher!"
The motorcycle boy suddenly shouted, pointing forward, but the greenskin's slow reaction speed prevented it from finishing its words.
Its bean-sized black eyes reflected the ups and downs of the skyline in front of it, and a sharp little thorn, which was the flag of the Goff clan.
Along with the appearance of the enemy, there was artillery fire rising into the sky!
However, the black butcher was still shouting and cursing, with no intention of turning back!
"Here I come!" "Ahh! I'm afraid of heights!" "Don't kick me!!!"
The attack planes flying overhead suddenly began to dive regularly. The big masters with high towers were kicked out of the hatch one by one. They were busy adjusting the instruments on their backs.
Crackling! A force field shield flashing with a faint blue fluorescence appeared in front of the leading convoy.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Brilliant fireworks exploded in front of the car formation, flames spread along with billowing smoke and dust, fist-sized debris splashed around, and the engine of the heavy motorcycle leading the way hummed, rushing straight into the smoke.
The black helmet was coated with a layer of red lava, and the black butcher from hell raised his axe high.
"WAAAAAAAAGH!!! Follow me!!! Cum in me!"
"WAAAAGH!!! FOR MORTARION!!!!"
Looking at the handsome figure of the Black Butcher, the boys suddenly remembered a sentence:
A true greenskin never looks back at the explosion!
"WAAAAGH!!! To touch his face!!!"
Furious flames spewed out of the muzzles of the guns, and loud clicks and booms sprayed forward indiscriminately. The fighter planes rose higher again, dropping huge explosions into the enemy forces ahead.
Boom! Whoosh—thick smoke came out of the rocket launcher, "Load! Load!
Looking at the greenskins of the Underworld Clan who had already entered combat status, Blake turned around, the chains wrapped around his arm armor rustling, and the axe in his hand was ready to move.
Leading aliens to kill aliens - this is a scene that would never appear in Blake's wildest dreams.
At the same time, behind the advance convoy—
"Communicate with the power of the vast ocean - yes - meditation - you are psychic greenskins, you can do whatever you want!"
The tall, blurry phantom whispered, and the wizard boys gathered under him pretended to meditate with all kinds of messy things.
A faint green fire rose at the forefront, accompanied by a very thin mist. The shadow of Magnus holding a golden scepter raised his hand, and strange spatial fluctuations rose, and the curtain was getting thinner.
"For Lord Mortarion! You must remember him - the Lord of Death! He will help the Underworld clans to victory! Whenever he descends, the mist will appear!"
The area is turning green, literally green, the wizard boys muttered to themselves, and a thin layer of frost condensed under their feet.
Blake looked down and saw a wisp of mist wrapped around his palm.
Praising Death, he cast his gaze over the area.
Blake's heavy mortar crashed into the enemy's formation. He swung his axe, the side of the axe blade was rough and stained with blood.
"WAAAAAAAGH!!!"
The axe spun, smashing straight into the large iron can in the center of the enemy formation - a crude imitation of the Space Marine Dreadnought by the greenskins.
The chain wrapped around the connection between the fearless iron can's big head and body for several times. Blake pulled the chain hard, and the kid driving the heavy motorcycle in front of him also turned the front of the car tacitly and collided sideways.
boom!
A huge explosion exploded right beside the Dreadnought iron can. This piece of metal garbage let out a mournful cry and fell heavily under the combined force of the explosion and Blake.
"Plan B."
Blake said gruffly, and the motorcycle boy responded, and the entire large engine occupying the rear of the motorcycle spewed out an exploding blue flame.
The Black Butcher jumped up with his feet. He pulled the chain and pushed himself to the fearless man who was standing up shakily. At the moment when the parabola reached the most perfect point, he pulled out another axe.
He hadn't gotten used to the dual axes yet, but he would get used to it.
He will bring a heroic death to the god of death!
The muscles on his strong arms were tensed, and with the help of gravity, Blake chopped down the axe heavily.
“Ahhhh!”
The Fearless Iron Can screamed, but was soon drowned out by the sound of metal tearing, blood and sparks splattered everywhere. Blake tore off the head of the giant and held it high above his head.
The greenskins around him were frightened and fled, but were immediately smashed into pieces by the Underworld Clan's chariots that rushed into the enemy camp.
Motorcycles and tanks circled the enemy's formation randomly, ammunition poured out crazily, and countless enemy soldiers were crushed into pulp in an instant.
"Death God Mortarion, your offspring Black Butcher offers tribute to your regained power! May death last forever!!!"
"WAAAAAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAAAAAGH!!!"
The mist began to rise from beneath Blake's feet.
Far away, a young wizard screamed in fear, and then mist came out of the end of his staff.
"Here we come! Here we come! The Grim Reaper has blessed us!!!"
Green flames appeared along with the mist. Green fire came out from the rapidly spinning tires. Along with the rising of the mist, the boys of the Underworld Clan were full of fighting spirit!
"WAAAAAAAGH!!! For touching his face!!!!"
Only the vague phantom flickered for a moment, muttering to itself in a low and uncertain voice,
"… I remember that Green Flame is the psionic ability of the greenskins? Not Mortarion's?"
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[garden]
ripple.
Tiny ripples spread out layer by layer, the fingertips twitched slightly, and the corpse was moving.
The buzzing swarm of flies gathered around the corpse was still noisy, and a few carrion flies were startled by the twitching fingers, but after a brief pause in the air, they fell down again.
The flies continued to make noise, and I thought it was just an illusion.
Heartbeat.
Seven heartbeats,
Splash—the swarm of flies suddenly exploded, mud and water rolled down, and the giant stood up, hunched over and lowered his head, his sickly eye sockets looking deeply into the depths of the garden.
With his arms around the sickle, barely supporting his body, and one hand covering his mouth, Mortarion began to cough violently.
vomit-
The swarm of flies that had just been scared away suddenly gathered together and immediately attacked Mortarion even more violently. They surrounded the head of the Lord of Death and used their bodies as bullets to crash into his ears, eyes, nose and tongue.
The huge black swarm of flies almost became a solid entity, completely covering the Lord of Death.
But Mortarion seemed not to care at all. He just kept vomiting, as if he wanted to vomit out everything, the part he had unintentionally coveted, and the part he was forced to give.
The last thing that came out of the Pale Lord's mouth was the remains of a rodent, stained with a black plague.
Bang!
With a slight splashing sound, a rotten fly fell into the water, lifeless.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
A sudden and dense rain came, and black insects as big as balls fell one after another, crackling and splashing the muddy river water.
The two dead branches that had stayed in the swamp for a long time began to move, causing ripples on the water. The dead flies that covered the water surface began to rise and fall with the waves.
As Mortarion made his way slowly toward the shore, he felt a stirring, a disturbance in his balance—something he had tried to avoid in the past, but which he needed now.
Tiny green flames flared up at the edges of his wet cloak, but Mortarion paid no heed to them; it was the price of necessity.
His dazed and cloudy pupils looked towards the other side of the garden, and he felt that area full of vitality - those Eldar idiots.
Before he could shout out the disgusting greenskin catchphrase, Mortarion interrupted him with a waagh.
There is only one word that can beat waagh.
[…Hades.]
The God of Death felt slightly unhappy, not only objectively, but also subjectively, he was angry at Hades's behavior of not using names.
But not now.
The giant beast rose from the swamp and staggered toward the shore.
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Hades blinked and paused for a moment.
He was sitting on the largest greenskin throne on the planet, leaning his head against the ground and watching the greenskins fighting each other below.
As for the original owner of this seat...
The green head at Hades' feet is it.
"For the Death Boss Mortarion!!!"
Dasfang roared, and the boys of the Underworld Clan roared in response, fighting and chasing the enemy boys in the palace.
They split into two groups, the troops led by Black and Magnus went to defeat the main greenskin force on the planet, while Hades's group directly raided the command point.
There is another reason, Magnus needs massive death and greenskin fighting to complete the communication with the High Heaven - which means Hades must stay away.
At the same time, Magnus advised Hades to try not to interfere in the battle, because the part he interfered with might not be included in the part that could be restored by the Lord of Death.
So, Hades started to watch the show.
He sat on the greenskin throne on the high steps, watching the greenskins under his command fighting each other out of boredom.
The dead were sacrificed to Mortarion, and the living were left to serve him as cattle and horses.
Under the towering steps, blood was splattered, waaagh sounds and wailing continued, but no greenskin dared to approach the black boss on the throne.
Just because just now, the black boss stepped into the palace alone, pointed his finger at the green-skinned warboss, and shouted loudly "Die!"
Then the guards beside the warboss' throne watched as the boss fell silent, the huge green-skinned corpse swayed, tilted forward, and then rolled off the throne.
Dull footsteps were heard, and the black boss walked calmly towards the throne on the carpet. None of the greenskins reacted to what was happening.
Just as the gangster stepped onto the first step—
"I-you-I want to avenge the boss-"
A sudden shout came from the battle bunker in the hall, and the greenskins looked at the good boy who stood up with a big sword, and then saw its small eyes turn white -
Dead!
“Aaaaah! WAAAAAAAGH! A-a monster!!!”
The greenskins who had just been on high alert immediately fell into chaos. They either hid themselves as much as possible or rushed towards the gate, but the gate was opened and a big man with a big knife in his hand was standing at the door.
Behind Big Dashy are countless well-equipped and huge greenskins.
"For Mortarion the God of Death! WAAAAAAAGH!!"
Big Front Teeth raised his big axe and chopped it down at the first greenskin who ran to the door!
Heads flying!
Hades stepped onto the last step. He listened to the shouts of the greenskins behind him and remembered Magnus's advice. He'd better shout less war cries.
"I'm sure now," Magnus said seriously, "You'd better give us a nickname - of course not Little Mag. It's okay to call us by our full name occasionally, but it's best not to call us by our full name too often."
Magnus paused. There was another reason. The Primarch always felt that Hades seemed to become a little anxious when he called his full name
Hades once again suppressed the thought of shouting "Motarion" himself.
He sat down, ignoring the guards crawling around the throne, and waited for the war to end.
It's a pity that he can't just raise his hand and end them.
Hades regretted that it was too low-level, a low-level war, but it was necessary for the evolution of the greenskin race.
If we use the Black Domain at this time... Hades thought that there are differences in taste between the greenskins of different clans.
Then Hades couldn't help laughing at his own thoughts again. He felt vaguely like a tyrant. Some tyrants exploited people for palaces and treasures, but he was simply hungry.
"A tyrant who eats his own people."
Bang! The door that was closed to prevent the greenskins from escaping was kicked open again. Hades looked at Blake with satisfaction as he walked in with the head of the greenskin general in his hand.
The greenskin's head was thrown to the ground, and Blake was covered in blood. At Hades' signal, the butcher stepped straight up the steps and headed to Hades.
"Good job,"
Hades whispered, then slowly stood up.
The sound of armor colliding was, for some reason, particularly harsh in this noisy hall. The greenskins who were fighting each other slowed down their movements and couldn't help but look towards the being on the throne.
Hades said in a muffled voice,
"You guys! You guys from Goff! I think you're not that bad, so I'll give you a chance now! I'll keep you alive! You can even participate in bigger WAAAAAAAGH in the future!"
"Listen carefully! We are believers in the god of death. As long as you bow down to him, I will not kill you!"
silence.
There was a rather awkward silence.
"I bow! I bow!!!"
A greenskin who was pinned to the ground and beaten shouted miserably, "I worship the Lord of Death!"
It was like a rolling stone hitting cold water, causing a thousand waves. The cries of begging for mercy were endless, and for a while all they could hear were words like "Boss Death, save me".
Facing the boys begging for mercy, Damen Ya also shouted a few words, and the greenskins in the underworld let go one after another.
Hades laughed loudly, "Okay! Then listen carefully, from now on, when you worship me, the God of Death, and join my Underworld Clan, you have to call me that!"
Hades waved to Blake, and Blake came over. Hades lifted Blake up, just like an old baboon lifting a young lion king.
"call!"
"For Mortarion, the god of death! Death is eternal! WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Blake's voice was deafening.
"Touch his face for the god of death! Death is forever!!! WAAAAAAAGH!!!"
(End of this chapter)