The warship cast shadows from the gray sky, the flames were blazing, and the layers of gunpowder smoke rose above the entire continent as if to form a floating ocean of ashes.

The indiscriminate bombardment continued, and there was a slight tremor on the ground beneath his feet, and small pieces of black stone shook down from the tower, the tower hummed, and black lightning surrounded the tower.

Hades leaned expressionlessly against the blackstone obelisk, and the blood stains that had been scrawled away were faintly visible on his pale face.

The holographic projection in front of him was flickering violently, and the figure of the Lord of Medusa was revealed.

Fernus seemed to hesitate in his eyes, while Hades maintained a calm after a rage, even with some tiredness, or rather, remorse for not beating the traitor's brain.

Fernus hesitated for a moment, he remembered what he had just seen, and then the voice of the Lord of Medusa rang out from the sound of cannon fire,

【…… Great work. 】

Hades coughed violently, he didn't seem to understand what Fernus was saying, he looked at the other party, Fernus looked at him firmly,

[Reinforcements from the Iron Hand are coming soon, and we are having some trouble in the skies above Kadia's orbit, but we are now airborne-ready, and the first air units have been deployed. 】

Hades breathed a sigh of relief, he had calculated the right time, the Silent Order would be able to hold out until the Iron Hand's support came, at least there were no "eternal nine hours" here.

"I'll send you the topographical map of Cadia, and I'll support you as soon as possible."

Hades said that due to the indiscriminate massive bombardment of the Iron Warriors, the terrain of Cadia can now be said to change every two hours, not to mention the power of the Chaos psionic energy that has also dropped power on the continent.

Fenus spoke,

[The Iron Hand may land from the side, the Iron Warriors are bombarding your area too fiercely, and the Iron Hand will not be able to gain air supremacy in this airspace in a short time, but we will try our best to interfere with the Iron Warriors' bombardment of you. 】

Hades nodded silently, and seeing that there was nothing to negotiate, there was a stab, and the figure of the Lord of Medusa disappeared with the light and shadow of those particles.

Hades glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and he saw the back of the golden armor on the front line, if it weren't for the Forbidden Army Charon and the Silent Sister's Black Law to come over in time to grab the angry and roaring Hades, Hades thought that he might try to chase a piece of Perturabo and his party again.

He felt his bones creak, and the pressure was still pressing against him, though much lighter than the one he had just fought with Perturabo.

Hades, who had just forcibly attacked and broken through under the pressure of the four gods, was also counterattacked, Hades silently smelled the blood in his mouth, his internal organs were definitely broken, and on the other side, he paid close attention to the movements on the battlefield.

After the chaos just now, Perturabo and Vashtol also showed fatigue, and both were gasping for breath, although Hades wondered why the demon army of the four gods did not take this empty seat - the black stone obelisk humming behind Hades answered Hades' doubts.

Unfortunately, Hades briefly recalled his previous battle scenes, and then realized that it seemed as if he had passed out after a single outburst every time, and when he opened his eyes, the ceiling of the infirmary was staring at him.

At least this time Hades can't finish the fight in advance, this battle, he has to fight the whole game, and at the same time make sure that the traitor on the opposite side falls to the ground,

Hades pondered, while controlling the Black Domain, he paid attention to the movement of the battlefield, and while breathing Dafa to return blood, quietly waiting for the next war.

Can't be impulsive anymore, Hades thought.

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Fernus stared silently at the screen, which was the image of Cadia from the Iron Hand detector, and a large shadow could be vaguely seen on the blurry image full of mosaics.

Is that...... Hades?

It was difficult for Fenusmanus to describe what he had witnessed, and he saw his former brother, the now traitor Perturabo, running naked and running without hesitation, while the darkness on the other side was speeding towards the original body.

But Peturabo is the original after all, and the gap between them is getting wider and wider.

Then there was a phantom of green light, a dark shadow, and when Fernus saw Perturabo fall, the darkness seized the opportunity and pounced on it.

Fernus didn't know exactly what was going on in the small space shrouded in absolute darkness, but he knew that Perturabo wasn't dead, and the next moment, a flying ship smashed straight down.

The image from the detector distorted violently, and even began to scream, and Fernus frowned and stared at the noisy image—blue, violet, red, and pale green gradually crept up to the four corners of the screen, and the whole space seemed to be distorted.

…… Is this the real enemy they are going to face?

Fenus's brow almost furrowed into a mountain.

The huge fire suddenly filled the entire screen, Ferus subconsciously held his breath, and everything was chaotic next, Ferus saw the metal monster slowly standing up in the smoke of gunpowder, smiling, seeing the traitor of the empire, Perturabo, and then, he saw ......

The piece of darkness that burst out of the firelight crawled wildly and twisted towards the monster.

Fenus swallowed and silently withdrew his hand as he tried to call Hades' communication channel.

He even began to wonder slightly what he had seen, and the monster would have been frightened? As if seeing something that was extremely disgusting and terrifying, the metal monster simply chose to flee.

So...... Fernus's thoughts hesitated for a moment, what did they see? All the images from the sensors showed Hades always in a dark direction, but Fernus didn't think it was dark enough to terrify the creatures of the subspace.

At the same time, the four strands of color that filled the corners of the screen were always there, and these strange presences even made Fernus feel for a moment that Hades would not survive.

But Fernus stared at the figure that was twisting rapidly......

Fernus trusted Hades, and now, that trust has grown even heavier.

[Prepare to land.] 】

Fernus said coldly, let the Iron Hand put an end to this farce called the rebellion.

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The worm twisted from the cable wriggled anxiously, twisting into the gap between the steel-to-steel connections, and sparks erupted.

Vashtor let out a ho-ho breath, and the Lord of the Hearth stood beside the glowing black stone obelisk, the tide of the vast ocean washing over its body, and metal pouring out like flesh and blood.

The fire was rekindled, and Vashtor felt the power from the future, which was rapidly filling it, and to the surprise of the Lord of the Fire, it was more generous than the power it had asked for.

Why did they suddenly become tolerant?

It occurred to Vashtor's surprise, that it began to look at the treaty in detail, and if it had gained more power from the future, it would prove that the future was the easier to come.

But...... But what is it that makes this future even more palatable? Knowing that Vashtor and Perturabo had lost a battle, it stands to reason that they would become even more impatient.

Originally, Vashtor had almost felt the stench of the so-called "first man's" psionic energy, and there were more smells, the rancid stench from the garden, the rotten books from the labyrinth, the blood from the blood pool, and the fragrance of the palace.

Since Vashtor rejected the direct power of the four gods, after realizing that Vashtor might fail, Vashtor realized that they would choose to bet more and tear the curtain open.

But now...... These breaths are gone.

So, what's going on?

Vashtor thought to himself, everything was bad.

When Perturabo forcibly interrupted the plan and chose to rush out stupidly, Vashtor almost screamed in anger.

For the sake of the follow-up plan, for its own benefit, Vashtor had to go to the rescue of Perturabo before he was ready, and then successfully faced something he did not want to face again in his life for the second time.

Although it is likely that Vashtor will still have to face it.

Sparks erupted from Vashtor's jaw, and the great wheel of war was still moving forward, and Vasztor smelled the stench of war, and now that it had received its fair share......

It was not a time to think too much, and it occurred to Vashtor that it had settled down and begun to communicate with the faith from the future, and above Cadia, the wreckage of machinery had provided the power to reforge it.

Looks...... It's about to face a pretty good future.

Metal climbs and flames reignit.

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A strange hazy mist reflected in his eyes.

Lying on his back, staring at the sky, Perturabo burst out laughing.

He listened to the sound of Vashtor's body being recast beside the blackstone obelisk, and to the whispers of the loga who had healed him, the great demon named Ingleser dripping slime and splashing dents in the dirt.

【…… Be careful, my brother. 】

Luojia whispered, his violet eyes looking at Perturabo worriedly.

Peturabo's eyes narrowed dangerously, he stared at "Luojia",

I don't have a brother, you're not my brother - you're not a Luojia, a demon. 】

Inglesser's voice rang low and earnest,

"Sir, give it a little patience, it's eroding him—they're merging."

Perturabo frowned,

[You mean, that guy named Uriah is merging with Luojia?] 】

【Yes,】

Luojia said calmly,

[Unfortunately, the ritual was ruined, and the gods had to drop their power elsewhere, and I don't know exactly where it went, but now, I do have the past experience of a person named "Luojia".] 】

Luojia stared at Perturabo, who was staring at him intensely, the Iron Lord's iron-gray eyes glowing with a dangerous yellow, reminiscent of the yellow cordon that surrounded the dangerous scene—and beyond, the extremely dangerous environment.

Who the hell are you? 】

Perturabo asked slowly, in a threatening voice,

[I can't tell the difference,]

Luojia said sincerely,

[Uriah, or Luojia?] I don't know, Uriah is a good believer, he is religious, humble and gentle, and so is Luojia. 】

Luojia glanced at his hand, his hand was still twitching slightly, this may be the consequence of forcibly taking over the body, and integrating into the new soul will always make the original body repel him.

Time will mess with all of this. 】

Luojia said vaguely.

Peturabo looked away from him, as if realizing that whatever Luojia it was, it was the poor religious creature he knew, and Perturabo became less interested again.

But he'll be a winner.

Perturabo thought that the thought ignited in his heart, and he was satisfied, that he had gained what he wanted, that he was free, free from all control, and that metal monster might not have realized it yet—

With the help of Hades' Black Domain, Perturabo has broken free from what it thought was hidden.

Perturabo chuckled lowly, he was right.

Hades, or Washtor? He doesn't believe anyone, he's only going to use them - no one can use him anymore.

Perturabo felt himself, he felt all this, he was everything, he listened to the sound of the cells in his body dividing and producing luxuriantly, he listened to the sound of blood gurgling, his broken left leg still ached faintly, but it didn't matter anymore.

Because Perturabo knew that this body was no longer a shackle that bound him.

He remembered that glimpse in the vision, in the laboratory, the twisted figure in the huge nutrient tube, that was him, himself, who he was.

Perturabo was still weak, and taking risks meant some risk and loss, and his soul fire was weakened, but it was also brighter, closer to what he had been.

Data, more data, a steady stream of particle-like data coming at him from the vastness of the ocean, he was their true master, he felt every warrior of the Iron Warriors, every vehicle-

Now, he is them, they are him.

Consciousness resonated, he seemed to feel the whispers of every thing, it was an extension of his will, and it was also a part of the container that carried his computing power, and the stronger the legion, the stronger Perturabo.

He became the true master of himself.

Perturabo was satisfied.

Even if he was still so weak, even if he had just fled in an unusually embarrassed and shameless posture - it was all worth it for Perturabo, for a man who had been shrouded in the shadow of being controlled and used from birth to just now.

He should probably thank Hades, Perturabo thought sarcastically.

What a "kind" person.

The sound of slow footsteps sounded in his ears, and Perturabo glanced haughtily, and he saw the pus-soaked armor, the bone-white power armor turning a corrupt green, and some of the bloated green potatoes chirping on their legs.

He heard Ingersel's shrill and leisurely greeting, heard Luojia's slightly surprised voice, and heard a burning roar from Vashtor in the distance.

Perturabo turned his head, struggling to brace himself up, staring at the comer.

He saw a warrior in MK3 armor, fungus gushing out of the cracks in his armor, and Perturabo stared casually at the pile of small vials around his waist, and the Lord of Steel could see clearly that there was the rusty fungus he was familiar with.

Raton bowed in a bulging manner, and then he gasped hard,

"Hello, Lord of Calamity."

Perturabo raised an eyebrow, but he accepted the new title.

Raton laughed innocently,

"Praise be to the Father, I am glad to see you now, which means that there is one more lethal chip in the room, and the victory is on our side."

Luojia knelt silently at Peturabo's side, his violet eyes thoughtful.

4.2, yes!

(End of chapter)