"What do you see?"

The heavy black helmet stood on the loose earth, the blaster hung down, and little Herella was silent.

Her hand clenched as she held the blaster,

"The corpse of the enemy, Hades."

Hades clapped his hands, and he was half-crouching, his dark eyes staring blankly at the corpse of the gray helmet lying on the ground.

"They...... There is no soul. ”

Hades whispered, finally understanding what was wrong, why, in the midst of the fight, the strange feeling had been haunting him - now he knew.

Fighting the Iron Warriors reminded Hades of his past battles with space necrons, giving him a sense of trance-like familiarity.

What exactly did they go through? What exactly did the Iron Warriors go through? As the first known fallen legion?

Hades stretched out his hand, and he pulled out the saber from the corpse's waist to try to find more clues, but as Hades moved, the belt tied around the corpse's waist moved, and a hidden bag fell out.

Hades paused with his fingertips, and he reached out and opened the packet.

A photo, a group photo of three young people under the statue of the emperor, has been half soaked in blood, turned over, signed on the back, and there is a sentence,

"For the Empire! For the Iron Warriors! ”

Hades looked up at the corpse indifferently, and his eyebrows recognized it as the one on the left in the group photo.

A pale green faint arc lit up, and Hades stood, flames burning out between his fingers.

"Prepare for the attack, southeast."

Hades said clearly as he watched little Herrella salute and trotted away.

The cold mask was over Hades's face, without a trace of warmth, and even though the data of the entire battlefield had been deducing in his head, Hades still spent a little time thinking about it.

Eventually, standing in the pile of corpses, Hades came to his conclusion.

Someone will have to pay for the blood of these former imperial warriors.

Whoever does it, who is sentenced to death.

Hades looked into the distance, and the picture from the battleship was very clear, the iron shoes ploughed through the loess, and a faint roar floated through the wind-

Here comes the big fish.

Although Hades is not clear who gave Peturabo courage.

He stood in the wind, the stench of psionic sorcery lingering across the tip of his nose.

And so darkness fell.

——————

Ingallser sneered, and glanced at Vashtor with its round toad eyes, and the Lord of the Fire looked deflated.

"They are not satisfied with you, worms of iron and brass."

The Great Demon said happily, as if to show the favor of the four gods, and it spread its tiny, fragmented wings and glanced back at the "Luojia" who was directing the Bearer to build the altar.

"Come on, Uriah."

Ingelser said sweetly that its fate was tied to Luojia, no matter which tributary of fate.

Then it turned its head and continued to say aggressively,

"Have you failed? Did they decide it was him? ”

The spark spewed out of Vashtor's mouth, and it pressed the craftsman's hammer against the toad's jaw,

+ Given that our cooperation still needs to continue, you'd better be a little polite. +

The scorching heat charcoal roasted Ingleser, Ingleser snorted, and the slime flowed out,

"I've sensed the breath of [First One], and you hate it, don't you?"

The Great Demon smiled,

+ It's just a subordinate, +

Vashtor hissed,

+ And I'm a collaborator, ma'am, are you clear about that? +

Ingelser smiled, and with his fingers removed the frighteningly hot craftsman's hammer,

"Whatever you want,"

It says,

"You can't even convince the Rust Calamity, do you think he's going to retreat? Or did he know something? He's your only card, isn't he, I know, contract, contract——? But now it looks like he's going to be beaten. ”

The tightly wound wires climbed up, and the Lord of the Hearth stared at Inglethar, and behind the flickering flames seemed to be an endless abyss of hell,

+ No—+ Vashtor said word for word,+,+ yes, he was not that man, and he was not too much influenced by the Spit One. +

If Chaos wanted all of this to be more secure, it wouldn't be Perturabo.

Vashtor thought that even though the destiny of the Godforsaken was aligned with the machine and steel, the darkness had not yet touched the man of steel.

Steel...... Vashtor thought jealously of the blasphemous existence, it had never thought that the Godforsaken would be connected to the machine, did the pseudo-emperor know what he was doing?

Ohm Messiah, who himself did not want to bear this crown, gave it to others in such a blasphemous way?! This is not the best time for the Lord of the Hearth to embark on the path of abomination, but if it does not act again...... It can feel the declining power in the river of the future!

But...... Ignoring the words of the slave of the four gods' lackeys, Vashtor thought, feeling a gradual upsurge of power from the not-too-distant future—part of the contract.

It means their victory, it means the victory of Vashtor.

A gentle and generous voice rang out from behind the two ugly monsters, and Luojia stared at them with violet eyes,

[Alright.] 】

The believer lifted the enlightened one and turned sideways to let the two of them look at the altar, the blood fell from the black stone obelisk in the center of the altar, the corpses piled up into an upside-down puppet emperor sculpture was tied to the black is obelisk, and the sword made of human bones pointed directly at the direction of the forsaken.

"Love you, darling."

Ingleser said with a pinched throat,

"You always do a good job...... Pity...... If only you were him. ”

[It doesn't matter,]

Uriah said that he was the last believer on Terra, that the fire was raging, and that he had completed the final sacrifice by throwing himself into the flames under the watchful eye of the false gods.

[Piety is personality. 】

Uriah said, his new form twitching as he spoke.

Vashtor stared gloomily at Luojia, and the Lord of the Hearth pondered, it could not be Peturabo...... It thought, there is no connection...... Unless...... Unless they want to......

The Lord of the Hearth was silent.

The next moment, along with the sacrifices of the Bearers, along with the demon armies of the other four gods, Vashtor also began to summon its army.

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Come on...... Come on......

It wasn't a sane move, Perturabo thought, but he'd done too much crazy so far.

He stared at the dark corner of the map, shrouded in darkness, undetectable, unwatched, his eyelids trembling nervously with the familiarity of being out of control.

Undetected.

But this small subconscious quickly drowned into tens of thousands of thoughts, the army of the Iron Warriors was still marching, he felt the loss of the front, he lost a lot of men, a lot of armor, but the other side was also bleeding.

If Perturabo wanted to, he could kill Hades with a huge amount of resources before Fernus arrived—but that would make him completely incapable of confronting the Lord of Medusa.

No...... No, the Lord of Medusa was not Perturabo's main target, although the Lord of Steel could not tolerate defeat at the hands of Phineus.

Perturabo sneered inwardly, as if the thought of war with Fenus made him laugh, and his mind refocused on the front line, staring at the two monsters.

He stared at them, perfect and mutilated creations, and in a trance, Perturabo remembered the sculpture he had smashed in Olympia, and the alien creatures that had not been able to delve into the Workshop for countless days and nights.

He laughed twistedly, and he would smash them too.

Merely...... It's just that he needed some leverage, and he was promised.

In the midst of the bumps, the steel vehicle tormentors are about to arrive at the front line.

Perturabo stared into the deepest depths of the darkness as if he had seen the figure.

The Iron Lord's lips moved.

——————

【Hades,】

Provocative words rang out,

In the darkness, under the white hair, the scarlet gaze completed the lock in an instant, the ion blast gun on the top of the god machine was aimed instantly, and the next moment, the hot plasma shot directly into the enemy formation.

Not surprisingly, after a distortion of space, the intense plasma vanished, and Hades wasn't sure if it was sorcery, the Void Shield, or both.

But he didn't need to know so clearly, the huge machine under him roared, and the magnetic soles of the Black Helmet Boots kept Hades motionless, and without a hint of hesitation, they began to charge.

A mountain of tanks poured towards him, and the fire in the barrel of the cannon was lit up, but in front of the Divine Titan, it was like a baby besieging an adult, and it was vulnerable.

With each few steps, Pulse and Storm alternately blasted the Doom-Class Psionic Titans around them, a massive shockwave tearing a path of iron and blood through the ranks of the enemy, and the knight followed closely behind, confronting the Iron Warriors from the side with the Titan's opening.

In the darkness, Hades took a deep breath,

"Peturabo – Come out !!"

Hades roared,

"Come out! Traitor!!! ”

The wind poured into Hades' mouth, but a scorching roar bit the wind, and a sweeping sword resounded through the wilderness.

A cacophony of radio waves rang out, the speaker system began to work, and Hades heard the low laughter,

[Me, traitor? 】

Perturabo said flirtatiously,

Who betrayed humanity? Who covered up the truth with lies, and pretended to deceive my brothers, trying to ascend to God with the help of the primordials? 】

Hades shouted, and the Titans beneath him roared with him, a dark bolt of lightning burst out, and the deep space in the tank swarm tore the feeble war toy.

"So that's the truth about how you died as a Chaos Stooge?! What can you accuse him of being a slave?! At least he won't make humans slaves - the Empire has never betrayed humans! The Emperor has never failed humanity!! ”

"What about you?! What about you?! Peturabo – Tyrant! That's how you treat your heirs?! ”

Perturabo chuckled, he waited for the power of the subspace to enter this battlefield, his mind stuck to the word "slave" for a moment, but the Lord of Steel quickly took the initiative to distract his thoughts.

"I'm not anyone's puppet. 】

Peturabo said softly, listening to the ticking of messages from the pipes connected to his head,

But how did I ever choose? 】

The Iron Lord's eyes flickered for a moment, but he laughed again, and Perturabo exclaimed mockingly,

[I have only given them the best life, rather than living this life as a waste, it is better to become the cornerstone of a great cause, mortal shallow minds will not understand the grand cause, they are just fools who only work for their own joy——]

As if for example, Perturabo casually held out one of his hands, and at the same time, he opened the door of the tormentor's cabin, and the wind and gravel slammed against him,

[Empty military exploits, senseless praise from superiors, so-called loyalty - all this is a game of war, and we are all actors. 】

Three Titans stepped on the bloody soil in Perturabo's brisk words, huge cutters roared, volcanic cannons lit up, and countless knights surrounded the iron-gray Titans,

Under Perturabo's gaze, they rushed towards the Teta that had swooped into the depths of the Iron Warriors.

Perturabo felt the slight lag of the data, as if it was attacking a firewall, something was trying to rob him of control of the Titans, Perturabo strode forward, he burst out laughing, his words tinged with madness,

[What about you?!] Hades – You're tired of playing the game too, so you chose to manipulate them directly? What's the difference between you and me-]

Peturabo's last note turned,

[Nope! At least I won't deceive them with false faith! Guy who pretends to be a god! 】

Hades was expressionless, he was trying to grab control of the other side, but it was clear that these Titans had a mech of their own.

Under Hades' control, the Doom-level Psionic Titan under him rushed forward, and the mutilated engine on his left arm stabbed directly into the cockpit of the rushing Titan from the bottom to the top like an arm blade, and the sound of steel shattering sounded, leaving subtle blood from there, turning into a faint blood-colored pattern.

The Doom-level psionic Titans jerked their hands, and after a loud and long roar, the Titans in front of them fell straight to their sides, and at the same time, two meters in front of where Hades was standing, the ripples of the Void Shield fluctuated violently, and a blinding plasma slowly disappeared on it.

The smell of burning cables wafted by, and the smoke had just cleared from the volcanic cannon on another Doom-level psionic Titan behind Hades, and Hades casually glanced at the frame on the left side of the Titan that had just fired plasma at Hades in front of him.

Lift your feet,

Hades thought, the Titan under him took a step forward, and the storm wrapped in the tyrannical arc blew violently, like a crown crowning the Hades, and the corpses of the fallen Titans were directly blown apart in all directions, the ripples of fear rippled layer by layer, and the powerless knight floated and scattered in the lake of darkness.

In the darkness, Hades was condescending, and he was about to go into direct range...... The Immortal stared coldly at the figure standing in front of the dark gray tank.

The shadow of the Titan's Divine Machine hangs, and along with the darkness, the Lord of Steel hangs.

"Who gave you the courage, Perturabo?"

The red light flashed, and Hades said softly.

Perturabo smiled,

[The real timid person is you, Hades.] 】

Hades raised his eyes, and the next moment, a storm of psionic energy in the distance blew violently, and unsurprisingly, Hades heard the last scream of the dying Alpha Psionics, who were already overwhelmed at his feet.

The battery is dead.

Hades stared calmly at Perturabo as the knights of the Silent Order behind him stepped forward, and Fernus was about to arrive...... But—

"You think I can't beat you?"

All right!

(End of chapter)