Blake was lying peacefully on the stretcher.
The lights in the corridor of the Korkutus, the mothership of the Sons of Pluto, flashed across his tattered armor, and he held his battle axe in both hands as if holding a bouquet of flowers.
No matter who tries to persuade him, he won't let go.
Blake knew that once he put it down, when he was hit later, he would have to put it down with his bare hands.
The pharmacist carrying him walked hurriedly, turned left, went straight, and turned left again... Blake knew where he was being taken.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, he was thrown to the side of the duel cage.
The cold white light illuminated the smooth, slightly bloodstained ground above the duel cage, while the ground below the duel cage was dim and dark. Eleven big men in black armor sat in their seats with different expressions.
Sitting at the front was Buzz Bella.
Blake had a blank expression on his face. Instead of getting up from the ground, he glanced at Boots from his lying position.
The old man still had a hypocritical smile on his face. When Blake thought about how he kept this disloyal appearance in front of the Father of Genes, he wanted to chop him with an axe.
Behind Buzz were the leaders of Group 10. The leader of Group 8, Cobb, was smoking with a sad look on his face.
Old smoker.
Blake thought,
"The injuries are moderate, with a ruptured stomach, a comminuted fracture of the right forearm, two fractures in each thigh, moderate anemia, and severe malnutrition."
Buzz took the report from the pharmacist and said slowly,
"You know the rules of the group, little one, stand up."
Protecting psychics, not reporting battle situations, causing leaders to misjudge... Of course, there may be other reasons.
Blake rose slowly to his feet, his cracked armor rustling as he moved.
He lowered his battle-axe,
"I want to play the first game with you."
Blake said, and at the same time, the fake smile on Boots' face widened and looked a lot more real.
"Fight with me?"
Buzz casually said, "Wait until you win seventy-six games in a row."
"My axe skills were taught by Hades himself,"
Blake said, "If you are still wary of Hades, fight me."
Buzz was stunned.
"Provocation, boy? You are not good at it."
Boots decisively ignored the group of old dogs behind him with shining eyes after Blake spoke.
Each generation is worse than the previous one! A bunch of guys who have never fought for anything good!
"I'll teach you what provocation is."
Buzz coughed a few times, leaned forward, propped up his leg with one hand, and spoke in a rude tone,
"From now on, I will be responsible for all matters related to the meeting with Pluto. At the same time, the Father of Genes needs me in terms of government affairs and diplomacy. And you, you are just a casual soldier on the battlefield. A single extermination order can wipe out thousands of you."
"And I have a signed balance of at least ten extermination orders."
Okay, now all the team leaders have heard that Pluto needs talents in government affairs and diplomacy.
"How about it?"
Buzz said calmly. He looked at the dried blood on Blake's face. Blake had no expression on his face. He didn't seem to be irritated.
"I can chop you with the axe style that Hades taught me."
Blake said, looking behind Boots.
"Don't waste your time, old man. Who wants me to hit him with the axe first?"
“—No,” Blake said immediately, “Cober, you come first, I have wanted to chop you for a long time.”
There was a burst of laughter among the Mingzi leadership. A team leader next to Cobb slapped his shoulder armor and laughed so hard that he was out of breath.
Cobb's face darkened. He tapped his pipe, picked up his sickle and stood up.
"It's a misfortune for our family, it's a misfortune for our family... I'll take care of you, boy."
"A quick fight," said Black, limping up to the duel cage. "I want this fight to be over before Hades comes back."
At this moment, the comrades of the Son of Pluto were still unaware of the madness that Blake had once experienced on the greenskin battlefield.
Blake looked at Cobb calmly, his eyes unchanged.
Once upon a time, he faced the big green-skinned warlord with big front teeth in the same way.
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[On a green ship near Mandeville Point]
"I?"
"Why are you looking for me?"
[Because of the order,] Fugen, who was wearing a gray robe, said calmly, [The emperor wants to see you.]
Big Front Tooth scratched his head, then patted his flat forehead.
"You little shrimps are so funny. You all come after us," it muttered. "I'm just a happy green skin."
With no light in his eyes, Fugen, like an ascetic monk, just continued his lobbying.
[You recognized... that the one leading you is not a greenskin, so why do you obey him? ]
"He's leading us in a big fight," said Daqian Ya. "The gangster doesn't fight himself, but sits on a chair all day thinking about how to make us have a big fight. Why don't we listen to him?"
Fulgrim seemed speechless at the greenskin's words. He had never thought that he would hear such simple and profound words from the mouth of a greenskin.
The Eldar, who pride themselves on their rationality and nobility, may not be as... elegant in thought as this greenskin.
"Do you wish to continue waagh?"
Fulgrim said, "We have discovered the most warlike being in the galaxy, far superior to your species."
The big front teeth grinned,
"Again?" Daqian Ya sneered, "What do you little shrimps call this... driving the wolf to swallow the tiger?"
[This is no different than what it did to you.]
Fulgrim said, suddenly thinking that this was a mission for Curze, not for him—but the Emperor was happy to let them do it as a form of entertainment.
"ah!"
Daqian Ya suddenly covered his eyes.
"At least he's willing to pretend to be sincere to us, lead us in fights, and teach us to be more waaagh! He also gives gifts to every warlord! Why isn't he just one of our green-skinned bosses? I see him suffering all day long, why not let him be as happy as us and waaagh."
Fulgrim's lavender eyes stared at the green-skinned warlord, so clear-headed...
The Primarch suddenly realized something. He had an extremely absurd idea.
[You originally... hoped to assimilate him?]
Big Front Tooth chuckled, released his hand that was covering his eyes, gave Fugen a sly look, then covered his eyes playfully again and quickly put them down.
"I failed,"
Big Big Teeth replied, "Black Boss is different from other small shrimps and small cans. He can also make small cans not waaagh."
That's ridiculous.
Fulgrim thought, and he couldn't help but pull his cloak. After the Eldar, the second race that wanted to assimilate or use the dead appeared.
"Answer me,"
Big Big Teeth said, "What was the original name of the gangster? He didn't tell us in the end. So what do you little shrimps call him?"
Fulgrim was silent, and the Primarch looked serious. He stretched out his hand and took off a black-thorned bracelet from his hand. It was the only ornament on the Primarch's body, with a strong Eldar style.
He took off the bracelet. There were seventy-seven thorns on the inside of the bracelet, and blood was flowing out at the same time. Fulgrim tilted the bracelet to show it to the greenskin.
There was a sentence written in both High Gothic and Eldar:
"May Hades devour my soul forever."
"Pluto..."
Daqian Ya thought about it, and the next moment, the greenskin immediately became listless.
Doudou looked at the original body.
"It's him."
Damon Tooth waved his hand quickly, and a green-skinned wizard in gorgeous clothes came over. Fulgrim immediately judged that the green-skinned wizard's psychic power was extremely powerful.
Big Mag nodded to Fugen neither humbly nor arrogantly, then calmly looked at the bracelet in Fugen's hand.
His words, actions, and expressions were very much like the red-skinned giant he once was.
In ten thousand years, Fulgrim had never felt so overwhelmed.
"May Hades devour my soul forever..."
Big Mag read it in standard Eldar language, "This is a product of the Eldar," the greenskin raised his eyes to look at the Primarch, "and you are human."
Fulgrim smiled indifferently, his gray hair dull and lifeless.
[I have no choice, but this does not affect the transaction between us.]
Big Mag nodded, "I was offended."
"How's it going, Big Mag?"
Big Fang looked at his green-skinned wizard, and the wizard said firmly,
"It's true. It seems that the Eldar began to use our Black Boss very early on. I think this may be related to the culture of these weak aliens who fear torture after death."
"oh,"
Daqian Ya grunted and slapped his forehead again, making a crisp "pop" sound, "Why is Hei Lao Da so popular?"
Do you want to continue following him
Fulgrim asked cautiously,
The big front teeth showed a smile again,
"We only pursue big waaagh, and we will go wherever we can get big waaagh."
Big Mag nodded.
"You don't know,"
The green wizard said,
"Under the guidance of Black Boss and the Great Master of Psionic Power, we have remembered the mission of our entire race since its birth. Unlike the weak Eldar, we are willing to face our fate and mission. We live for this, fight for this, and die for this."
Fugen was sure that if he was not determined in his heart, he would probably start sweating now.
But now…
[Congratulations, I am sincerely happy that you have found your direction.]
Fulgrim said, "You are aware of the fact that you are being used as a weapon?"
"Yes," said Big Tooth, "we are willing to continue waaagh."
[Then let’s be brief.]
Fulgrim stood in the green garbage dump-like hall, and opened his hands in a simple manner.
[I am also a tool. I came here in a hurry just to fulfill the emperor's name. I hope you can understand.]
"Go ahead," said Big Tooth, "We are also interested in Big Waagh."
Fulgrim blinked. He stared at the huge green-skinned warlord and felt his throat boiling. That chaotic being...did he really know what he was doing
[Have you heard...?]
[Khorne?]
——————
[Faus Fleet]
As Hades walked, the black stone accessories on his waist rustled softly. Two new ornaments were hung on him, one was the silent Magnus Stone, and the other was the burning Burner Fragment.
By the way, the one hanging around his neck is the lucky coin given by Ogrin.
Kirkland was walking excitedly in front of Hades, introducing Faos' technology.
"Pluto... We have completed the use of the neutron star, and the efficiency of the quantum slingshot has been further improved. Of course, the quantum slingshot is only the most superficial use of our neutron star capabilities. This huge amount of energy can also be used elsewhere..."
Kirkland led Hades to a hall, which was more like a warehouse where various equipment were stored.
Kirkland pressed his heels to the ground, turned around magnificently, and opened his arms wide.
"My Lord, it's all here!"
Hades looked up and saw that there was a strange object placed next to each device. Most of them were sculptures of sages, and some were various small miscellaneous items.
As if sensing Hades' gaze, Kirkland hurriedly explained,
"This is the trace left by these technology developers. Faos allowed them to leave their own unique traces in addition to knowledge."
Next to some equipment, the sage himself simply stood.
Hades looked at the endless hall, and at Kirkland and the other sages who were filled with joy.
He subconsciously moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but was silenced by the scene before him.
For thousands of years, sages have never stopped pursuing the truth.
Never.
If fighting is the duty of the Space Marines, then for the Sages, climbing the never-ending mountain of knowledge is their lifelong pursuit.
"This is really..."
Hades said softly, "I'm pleasantly surprised."
Kirkland stood there, staring at Hades, like a sculpture. In fact, all the sages in the entire hall were staring at Hades motionlessly at this moment.
Hades raised his voice.
"You make me proud, you make me proud - I see you searching in the long night, I see the torches you hold up, you have illuminated human history and civilization."
Hades heard the sound of the mind engine running rapidly. The sages were staring at him. Hades subconsciously raised his foot and walked towards the sphere in the center of the hall. It was a stationary neutron star model, and the quantum slingshot developed by Faos was prominently displayed on it.
Next to this miniature model is a long piece of parchment suspended in a stasis position.
This is the personal "trace" left by the developer of the slingshot.
Hades lowered his eyes. To his surprise, the main body of the parchment was a list of names.
Before the long name, there are a few short sentences.
To Pluto:
Hello, our respected Pluto, we are all the developers of the Faos Y675 R&D team.
Four thousand three hundred and forty-five years have passed since you ascended to Phaos and bestowed upon us pure reason.
We are the 675th R&D team established under your guidance by Faos to focus on the topic of "Developing superluminal technology to escape the subspace."
We look forward to the bright days when you will return to our world, and we will live up to your expectations and bring a true way of sailing that is free from ignorance and divination to the empire.
The following is a list of people involved in the development (as of M39, [] are deceased):
[Alison s-76], [Jiang Qin 0G6], [o7y89]…
…
…
]
Hades silently wrote down every name, and at the end of the parchment was,
[Thanks to your grace, Pluto, we did not fail, we succeeded.
However, we are well aware that the advent of this technology will be accompanied by blood and rain, but we are ready to defend this technology and we will live up to the name of Pluto.
In the name of Om Messiah, in the name of Hades, Hades, we pray for your blessing.
Please let the light of truth drive away the long night of ignorance.
This is the mission you entrusted to us and also the final wish of our R&D team.
799.M35
FAOSI Y675 R&D Team
]
The bright white light from the neutron star in the model shone on Hades. Hades held the letter and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, a very faint sigh sounded.
"It's not you who should thank me, it's me who should thank you... It's humanity who should thank you."
Maybe this is why Neos will never give up on humans...
(End of this chapter)