"you say,"
Blake's senior warrior, Cobb, son of Hades, was staring at Blake with a gaze that reminded Blake of some dangerous and unstable canine beast.
"Nutritious porridge or grilled mushrooms tonight?"
Blake, who was secretly nervous, breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that Cobb, who had just finished the political literacy class, was going to give another long speech. He was really not good at discussing these things.
Blake thought about it.
“…grilled mushrooms.”
"I decided to eat them all."
Cobb said seriously,
"Although that annoying sage said that Hades likes nutritious porridge, grilled mushrooms are also acceptable."
"… "
Blake realized that this was the prelude to some fantastic idea that Cobb was about to come up with. Compared to Blake, his battle brothers all had their own unique views on politics.
Blake continued to walk in silence in the corridor.
The battle brothers who had finished training with him were walking towards the cafeteria noisily, so this corridor was now very noisy, very noisy.
The atmosphere is completely different from other battle groups.
Blake could feel Cobb scratching his head absentmindedly, a sign of his embarrassment.
Cobb could have joined those small groups that were actively discussing, but in order to integrate Blake into the circle of fighting brothers, the senior who captured Blake into the Son of Pluto insisted on talking to Blake.
Cobb seemed to feel sorry for Blake's incompatibility, and he had hinted more than once whether Blake had something on his mind.
Does he have an old mother and young children at home? Or, on that bleak afternoon when Cobb grabbed Blake and carried him onto the boat, was Blake preparing to confess his love to the girl he loved and spend the rest of his life with her
To this, Blake's response was to shake his head seriously, saying no.
He was just doing a routine hunt to fill his stomach.
Before this, he had lived alone in the wilderness outside the hive for a long time, so long that he could not remember when he was alone.
Then a ship came from the horizon, and a giant came down from it. The giant looked at him, picked him up and left.
He didn't resist because he felt no ill will.
Cobb's recollection was that the boy was terrified.
After confirming that Blake had no past problems, Cobb began to harass King again - he thought that Blake might have used the wrong seed during the operation, or was taken away by the Legion by mistake.
Jin responded by checking the surgical records and then kicking the man out of the lab.
"Blake? Blake?"
Cobb's voice brought Blake back to his senses. Blake looked at the similar corridor scene. In two minutes, they would arrive at the cafeteria.
"?"
Blake responded briefly to Cobb, and then Cobb asked the question,
"Blake, what do you think of the Son of Pluto?"
…
Blake's eyes swept through the crowd inconspicuously. The crowd was still as noisy as before, but the new blood had noticed the subtle fluctuations in the atmosphere. The other warriors pricked up their ears.
Perhaps only the son of Hades would ask new blood such a question.
"very good."
Blake answered dully and truthfully.
His senior warrior frowned, stroking his beard, and patted Blake on the shoulder, as if trying to judge whether what Blake said was true or not.
"You don't have resistance training?"
Blake shook his head.
“I took every game seriously.”
Cobb took a breath.
"That's right..." and "Aren't you lazy..." appeared alternately in his mouth, and the other sons of Hades also murmured softly.
In just five seconds, Blake heard at least three ways of slacking off in training from the Sons of Pluto around him.
Blake was used to it.
Cobber was stroking his beard again, scratching his beard, staring at Blake, wondering,
"Blake, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell us. If that doesn't work, the Chapter has people who can help you get into the Chapter you like. If you don't like the Chapter and like the Imperial Fists or something, we can try to ask them for you. Look, the guy in front, yes, hey! That's him. He saved a captain of the Imperial Fists. I have connections with you, brother."
Blake shook his head seriously again and said frankly,
"The Sons of Hades Chapter is great, I hope to stay here,"
Blake said that in order to dispel Cobb's various strange ideas, Blake thought about it and deliberately added the second half of the sentence,
"Brother, do you think I shouldn't stay in Son of Hades?"
The eavesdroppers were no longer pretending and were in uproar.
"Hey! No! You are slandering me with nothing!!!"
Cobb immediately began to explain in a rush, and there was no need for him to think about what to say next. Blake emptied his mind and the nutritious porridge was in the first window.
Until they started eating, Cobb continued to talk nonstop, while Blake drank his porridge in silence, his empty mind missing most of the words.
"Maybe you need an experience of your own to find your own rhythm,"
Cobb said seriously,
"Okay, I get it. You need some passion in your life, Blake. Let's do this. After dinner, I'll go find the oil man to apply for you for the next round of Fate Vote. Don't worry, we have enough people in Group 8. If not, I'll mobilize my connections for you. Don't worry, the group will definitely vote you into the final round."
Seven days later, Black was fired.
Blake was deeply speechless.
In fact, he usually doesn't talk much.
…
“It’s really a refreshing education.”
Cobber sat on the ruins of the hive city, smoking a pipe the size of a Space Marine. The Hades who were resting and on guard beside him teased him, but Cobber was not to be outdone. He took a puff, retorted, and knocked on the pipe.
"Anyway, that kid is the first one to see my Lord,"
Cobb said happily,
"Hey! When one person succeeds, everyone will benefit! I will fool Blake a little, and then introduce this kid to the battle group to see Hades. No one can stop me."
"That's wishful thinking! Smoker! That kid with no mouth can't even fart after three punches, and you still want him to say a few words for you? Have you forgotten that you were so worried about getting that taciturn guy to talk that your beard fell off?"
“That’s called personality!”
Cobb raised his voice.
"Blake has been smart since he was a kid. What do you know? It's called those who achieve great things never speak lightly!"
The other sons of Hades all laughed. Cober paused, puffed his beard and glared and started to refute again, but the other sons of Hades just laughed. Finally, Cober couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Well, in the end, it was our team eight that took the credit for following the dragon, so we can make a profit anyway," Cobb said, tapping the pipe, picking up the remaining tobacco, and standing up. An instruction came over the channel that we could continue to move forward.
"Let those idiots in Group 7 be envious,"
Cobb said, "If you ask them to take the seventh place, they will bark like dogs every day!"
The leader of Team 8, Cober, stood up and made a simple gesture. The soldiers around him immediately stopped joking.
After receiving the order from the team leader, the technical sergeant who was operating the unmanned vehicle started the data transmission. He transmitted the 3D data of the discovered nest city road to his helmet.
This operation was in cooperation with the Chapter, a final outflanking mission against the Bone Crusher.
"Walk."
———
It's going to explode.
Blake thought as he ran across the rugged surface of the Battle Moon with his greataxe in hand.
He deliberately lowered the magnetic force of his helmet boots, and relying on the smaller gravity of the battle moon, Blake ran almost like flying.
Outside the thin atmosphere is the dark starry sky. Now, the starry sky is burning. There are more living ships of Tyranids than stars.
The fleets of the greenskins and the Tyranids were almost completely intertwined, with no distinction between you and me.
The hideous flesh monster burned, passed through the sight at high speed, and smashed heavily into the battle moon of the greenskins.
The Tyranids have gone completely mad.
The heavy axe drew a silver line in his hand with simplicity, and chopped off a tyrant with bared fangs and claws as lightly as a swallow. Extremely acidic mucus splashed out, and the armor that was stained made a hissing corrosion sound.
Blake glided down and tried to find the surviving green boys, but he failed. The Tyranids' suicidal first wave of charge almost wiped out all the special green boys.
Countless insects rushed towards him from the sky, the ground, and the underground. Blake accepted them all. The battle axe in his hand seemed like a part of his body and the continuation of his will.
For Pluto!
Blake thought of charging through the swarm of insects like a sprinting warhorse, with the chitin-covered stumps splashing and, because of the lower gravity, slowly gliding in the air, forming clusters of blooming flowers of stumps.
He felt the earth trembling. In the distance, long-legged Tyranids, more twisted and bizarre than the Insect Saint, crashed into the Battle Moon. Then they were teased by the moving mountains of the Battle Moon, stumbling and roaring.
A piercing high-frequency scream pierced the atmosphere, and Blake felt blood flowing from his ears.
Perhaps being deaf wasn't such a bad thing, Blake thought, so he wouldn't have to listen to his battle-brothers' annoyances.
But he suddenly realized that he would never be able to hear Hades' instructions again, so Blake gave up the idea.
He concentrated on fighting the Tyranids. Now there was no need for any tactics. The Tyranids and the Greenskins stood together on the ring, facing each other with swords and spears.
What made Blake uneasy was that these were no longer the Tyranids he was familiar with, and they were changing rapidly.
After realizing Pluto's plan, and realizing that no matter what they did next, they would end up in a dead end, the Tyranids went completely crazy.
They had thrown all their mass into the war, a mistake. Blake realized that, although they had weakened the Tyranids many times, there were still too many of them.
The solid hard shell collided with the battle axe, making a loud metallic collision sound.
In fact, Mingzi had said in his command class that one should not pursue a desperate enemy. When outflanking an enemy that still has troops left, try to leave a gap that looks like a way to survive, so that the enemy will not fight to the death.
Then use various means to weaken and ultimately destroy the enemy.
And now, this huge Tyranid fleet is obviously a trapped beast that has been forced into a dead end.
Blake heard the scattered waaagh sounds. Perhaps Pluto was fulfilling the wishes of the greenskins...
At the end of his sight, a bright star exploded, and the aftermath spread out like butterfly wings. Blake vaguely heard a huge waaagh sound.
A faint green light wave spread across the Milky Way, and the densely packed insects that were besieging the planet were driven away.
The battle moon where Magnus was located exploded!!!
Blake frowned almost subconsciously. He now agreed with the Father of Genes' point of view that psychics were unreliable.
He gritted his teeth and blocked the scythe of the Tyrannosaurus with one axe. The noise in the communication channel was deafening.
"Magnus?!"
He roared, but there was only endless noise in the private channel.
Blake leaped up, jumping over the Tyrannosaurus that had lost a leg,
"Magnus?!!!"
[Show some respect, kid!!!]
The Primarch roared, and Black breathed a sigh of relief.
"You were defeated too quickly! - You didn't even ignite the Battle Moon as planned! The Tyranids would have absorbed that mass!!!"
[At least I'm still alive! By the Emperor! The Tyranids have evolved anti-psychic units!!! There was no sign at all, it was an entire anti-psychic fleet—I, I didn't have time to rescue Archimedes!]
The battle moon led by Magnus is a purely psychic unit. Even the formation of that moon is glued together by the power of my thoughts.
Blake took a deep breath in anger, blood streaking through his throat.
"Dear Primarch, Archimedes is a fucking greenskin!!! Before he met you, he was even called Wakimedes!!!"
[Have some respect! Boy! If your damn father hadn't been here... But it just saved me! It held off that whole bunch of attacks!!! -Oh, God, this is so-]
The channel was intermittent, and the person on the other end was probably Magnus muttering to himself in amazement.
"Lord Magnus, I doubt your scion would wish to be placed on the same level as a greenskin."
Blake chopped the axe into the skull of the Tyrannosaurus Beast again, twisted his wrist, and said with gritted teeth,
[Of course!!!]
The Primarch suddenly screamed,
[This is just a study on aliens! —Blake, don’t you have other ideas? ! ]
Blake's axe did not hesitate at all. He thought of the Explosive Boy who happily brought him his special food every mealtime; he thought of Anwa who had just blocked a blow for him and turned into spores all over the sky; and the other greenskins who were trembling with fear and following his Black Butcher's inspection team from the bottom of their hearts...
But this is not enough, far from enough.
Small favors cannot change the greater righteousness.
“Never!!!”
Blake shouted, his voice drowned out by the roars of the Tyranids.
"I promised them a WAAAGH!!! I did it!!! My learned Primarch - do you really think that what you would like to see is what the greenskins want?!"
"They will only die in war! The peace they see on weekdays is just an appearance!!!"
He also wanted to return to the Son of Hades alive and in all his glory, to give Cober and everyone who had cast an axe at that time.
They threw him out, so Blake gave each of them an axe in return.
They lead him to Hades, so Black decides to chop them using the moves Hades taught him.
"Don't you try to hide the greenskin! Heretic!!!"
Blake roared, but Magnus did not respond to him. The Zerg Titan in the distance was moving frantically, and the next moment, the soil under his feet began to crack.
—————
“A-choo!!!”
Buzz turned his head and glanced at the warehouse on the bottom floor of the shattered hive. The human empire army had already completely occupied the place.
"Cober, smoke less."
Buzz said casually, and Cobb, who was standing guard with his gun, responded guiltily.
Then Buzz turned around and went to ask Yarick who was standing in front of the abandoned greenskin throne.
"It escaped..."
Yarick whispered, "No, Bonebreaker is not such a greenskin."
"What do you mean?"
Buzz asked, leaning down, trying not to look down on people. Yarick frowned and coughed a few times.
"Sir, please don't address me like that. I'm just a small political commissar."
"This is my freedom," said Buzz. "This war is going so well thanks to you."
Yarrick had almost predicted every corner where the Bone Crusher would set up an ambush. In the complexly structured nest, Buzz watched in amazement as Yarrick and the Bone Crusher fought for territory inch by inch. There were mysteries in every place, and the political commissar responded to every move as smoothly as breathing.
Even if other strategists were to come, they would probably suffer in front of the Bone Crusher.
"No need for pleasantries," Buzz raised his hand promptly and smiled friendly, "We are in a hurry now, please go straight to your conclusion."
Yarrick swallowed the humility that was about to come out of his mouth. He was indeed not one of those who flatter. His eyes were deep under the brim of his hat. Yarrick thought for a moment and spoke.
"The Bone Crusher is in a hurry. Something in this star region is attracting it. I think it may be related to the expedition it hopes to launch."
The old political commissar saw that Buz's expression changed slightly, but Buz did not show anything. After that, the Imperial Regent continued to politely ask the old political commissar about other war arrangements.
… … …
"Kim, how's it going?"
After sending the other people away, Buzz asked,
In the shadows, Jin's huge figure slowly emerged.
"There is a 67.9% chance that it is the Burner," the Mechanical Sage said, "but there are other remnants of Star Gods. I can no longer identify them. That existence is more hidden, or in other words, cunning."
Boots groaned.
"Can our current forces defeat the Star God?"
Jin spread his hands.
"The one who knows the most about Star God is Faos. I asked Kirkland about it, and his answer is that he can barely fight."
"Star God," Buzz's face was obscured by the shadow of the hive, "I remember that my gene father has the blood of Star God flowing in his veins?"
Jin nodded.
"According to the information provided by the Imperial Guards, the Lord of Humanity made an extremely bold attempt... and Pluto survived, which led to the subsequent legend."
"I've always had a question,"
Buzz continued in a low voice, "I know that Pluto's abilities are different from those of all living beings. His original abilities did not include the power of the Star God?"
Jin nodded.
"Actually, Booth,"
Jin said slowly,
"It is the Star God that is adapted to my Lord, not my Lord that is adapted to the Star God. The Star God will devour all souls, and my Lord has no soul. The answer is that simple. Other than that, there is no adaptability between them."
"You mean," Boots lowered his eyes, "that the Star God fragments have an attached property and can be absorbed?"
Jin looked at Mingzi silently.
"Only Pluto can succeed. He is the only one who can succeed. He has no soul but a strong self that does not consume himself. He is the only one in this galaxy, except for the Star God, who has such an individual."
Buzz was stunned.
"So similar?"
Jin shook his head again. He thought of those crazy star gods.
"Perhaps the Star God's ego is far inferior to his."
… … … …
... sleepy... ...hungry... ...hungry...tired...
In the quiet command room, Hades slumped on the soft seat in front of the map. He had never closed his eyes since he started the operation. Let Hades think about how long it has been... Six months, twenty-three days, seven hours and eight minutes
Now... the map was bursting with bright flames. The plan had reached its final stage, allowing the Tyranids to fight against the Greenskins - no matter who won, the matter was done.
He put a Primarch, a Black, and three Warlords on the front line. He can't lose big anyway, right
The war was raging, and Hades had already arranged all the fleets he could mobilize. Due to the large size of both sides, even with the raging flames, it would take several days and nights to burn.
Staring at the map, Hades' eyelids became heavier and heavier.
... sleepy... hungry... hungry... hungry...
The whisper sounded in his ears, and Hades decided to take a five-minute nap. After giving simple instructions to the greenskins on guard, he let his thoughts sink into the deep sea.
…
One minute and thirty-four seconds later, in Hades' dream, all the greenskins on the capital of this green planet fell into eternal silence.
(End of this chapter)