"Even if you die, you have to understand the ghost ......"

Hades lay on the ground, muttering to himself, his eyes open as he stared at the inside of the blackstone obelisk, the towering and sharp dome.

After making up their minds, Tarasin decisively led Hades to the nearest and still functioning Blackstone Obelisk.

Hades was thrown in a corner of the operation room by Taracin, who went to debug the equipment Hades turned his head and saw the dead Kirkland Sage standing beside him.

Kirkland stood there, his mechanical body charred, and there was nothing left of the crimson cloth, but the metal around him had been remelted and dripping into a new black robe, pinning him to the spot.

Hades looked at Kirkland's expressionless mechanical face, and then he lowered his eyes to see that the Blackstone spear in Kirkland's hand had completely dissolved with the Blackstone Circuit.

At a glance, Hades understood what was happening.

In order to force the Blackstone Obelisk to be activated, Kirkland chose to forcibly connect the broken points from the outside.

The Blackstone Obelisk was successfully activated, but at the same time, the huge energy of the obelisk overload also took Kirkland's life.

The only thing Hades didn't understand was that the Blackstone Spear was a weapon of the Bearers—had Kirkland already achieved so much prestige among the Bearers? Or is this again stolen by the sage himself?

It doesn't matter, though.

Hades sighed, and he struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall, his blurred vision of the sage's body, which Kirkland had made of him - and after all this time, Kirkland still hadn't "iterated" on it.

The sages generally update and iterate on their bodies very quickly, such as the gold-306, and the little guy who used to hide behind him has become a giant beast unit.

Since the body was made by Hades, it was also convenient for him to inspect, and Hades silently reached out and began to manually disassemble the parts.

Give yourself a ...... before you die Or find something to do before bed.

Anyway, there's not much I can do now.

Hades knew that his broken body was now no match for even the mortal auxiliaries, and that the Black Domain was out of control—his body was readjusting to the Black Domain, and the Black Domain was obediently receding and returning to his command.

In front of Hades, there are now two paths, one is to escape, survive first, and then wait for himself to return to the top; The other is to plug yourself in as a large power bank later, and send everyone present to die.

The few pieces of good news are that Hades excels at both options.

After a brief analysis of the battle situation, Hades decided to explode with everyone.

Although the Hazy Star Domain is home to hundreds of millions of living beings, there are also legions that are fighting fiercely, death guards, extreme warriors, and world eaters......

Hades coughed violently, tilting his head away to prevent the blood from spurting onto Kirkland in front of him, but in reality, he barely had much blood to cough up.

He's sorry for them, he's sorry for them......

Hades thought to himself that the operation in his hands did not stop, and continued to disassemble Kirkland's thinking engine...... It can also restore personality......

Hades' hand froze,

What he is doing now is more like hypocrisy than the atrocities that followed, but he just can't stop doing it, like finding something to do for himself.

Hades knows, better than anyone, that their enemy is Chaos.

If he leaves directly, the dark side of the empire will never be at peace, and even if the four gods are weakened now, they will soon be strong again under the premise that half of the galaxy falls to the subspace.

The tide of subspace will follow the eye of fear and erode the bright side of the empire.

And this—that's what the four gods would like to see.

Hades continued to deduce, the only thing he didn't know about now was the emperor, the torch was extinguished, and he wasn't sure if the emperor was okay.

However, based on Tarasin's observations of the Net, the Lord of Humanity should now have a high amount of health.

Without relying on necromantic technology, could Neos directly shut down the wave of psionic energy on the dark side of the empire?

Hades pondered for a while, thinking that the old bones that had been sitting on the throne for 10,000 years might be okay, but now, the emperor who had been swallowed up by Hades couldn't.

So...... In fact, at the moment when the dark side of the empire opened, the game of the four gods had already won most of it.

If they succeed in sealing Hades again, then for the four gods, the game will be a real win.

It's a pity that they still made a bad move and miscalculated Luojia's move.

And Luojia ...... Hades's eyes were empty, it turned out that since the perfect city, the emperor had already begun to arrange this game of chess?

Chaos also has a remedy for the chaos caused by Luojia's jump, but Hades's side played a completely unexpected lore move-

Tarasin.

Hades took a deep breath as he looked into the distance at the figure king who was scolding and posing all kinds of equipment - Hades had never imagined this scene when he first met Tarasin and talked nonsense.

The appearance of Tarasin gives Hades another option, to close the Eye of Fear in order to slowly fish out the dark side of the empire in the stranding of the subspace wave.

At the same time, in the process of closing the eye of fear, if the timing is right, Hades should be able to give the four gods and one god a mouth.

Chaos...... Chaos...... Hades thought that he had managed to get Kirkland's thinking engine, some of the wiring was broken, the parts were damaged, but most of them were still intact, and Kirkland still managed to protect his personality model storage block at the last moment, the old dog.

Hades suddenly coughed and laughed, whoever dies he Kirkland will not necessarily die, this sage is very shrewd.

He smiled and looked at this small storage block, greedy for life and afraid of death...... The smile on Hades' lips faded.

He tilted his head and stared at Kirkland's dead body, which looked like a statue.

This star field...... The only "man" who survives will be Kirkland.

This is the first person who "died".

Hades sighed, carefully wiped the thought cube in his hand again, and decided to give it to Tarasin later, so that Tarasin could pass it on to the Empire.

With that done, Hades sat on his side by the wall, his hands down.

Darkness hung over Hades' face, and he tilted his head slightly, listening to the explosions outside, and if he wasn't mistaken, more and more ammunition was pouring on Cadia.

The fleet battle in the Kadia orbit is coming to an end.

Hades took a deep breath.

And the mark of its end will be a tornado that has landed in Cadia.

Hoping was still in time, Hades looked at the almost busy Tarasin again, he knew that at this moment there were dozens, hundreds of Tarasin splits debugging the Blackstone Obelisk on other planets.

Trust your invincible alien friend.

Hades teased that even if time was running out, the Almighty Tarasin would activate a time pause - he just didn't know what kind of contract Makado had made with the figure king.

Well...... Hades thought that Machado wouldn't sign a black slave contract for Motarian and sell it to the figure king, right?

It's pretty good...... Hades thought silently that at least Motarian wouldn't die.

Hades didn't have to think about it, now, in the fierce battle over Cadia, there must be a figure of Motarian.

And he will personally end his life.

and the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

Killiman, Anglon, Garro, Vaux, Kahn...... There are names, there are no names, what he knows, what he doesn't.

Those who are willing to accept death and those who are unwilling to accept death.

Dead people, dead many, many, many, many dead.

Hades wanted to cough at the thought of this, but he held back.

And the price of all this will be in exchange for the return of half of the galaxy, as well as the long-term weakness of the four gods.

In exchange for more lives.

Throughout, Hades and the Emperor's enemies are Chaos, the four gods.

For them, the judgment of [winning or losing] is never the victory or defeat of the real battlefield.

Hades was silent, the scales were at both ends, the lives that survived were greater than the lives that died, and hope was greater than despair—

This deal, he did!

Hades took a deep breath, he thought of the emperor, this kind of multiple-choice question, it is estimated that the Lord of Mankind has done it countless times.

However, this time it was him.

Hades respects every life, but he is equally unrelenting.

Softness will bring greater sacrifices, and Hades never hesitates to do so, in front of concise, objective math problems.

This galaxy only recognizes logic, it does not judge wins and losers by emotion.

Tarasin walked over, looking like everything was ready, Hades tried to struggle to get up, but Tarasin didn't support him, just watched coldly,

"One last choice," Tarasin said, his voice now completely cold, his mechanical eyes flashing with a relentless green light, and the blown-out half of his face making him even more hateful.

Tarasin is now like a real, space necrotype stereotype,

"You can choose to leave with me now, Hades, you don't have to worry about them - it's an Imperial business, you don't have to make that choice, and you don't have to take the choice."

Hades stood up tremblingly against the wall, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, but fortunately he didn't slip the Kirkland Sage's Thought Block to the ground, and the small square was still safe in his hand.

Hades asked tremblingly,

"Tarasin, do you hate the Silent King at that time?"

The Silent King, the ruler of the space necromancers, is the bastard who orders the Dreadnought to conduct bio-transformation experiments and transform them all into space necrons.

The coldness of Tarasin just now was gone, and Hades watched Tarasin almost jump up in anger,

"You TMD asked me this?!"

Tarasin stepped forward to grab Hades by the collar, but the height difference between the two made him give up, so Tarasin didn't hesitate to pull a piece of flesh out of the hole in Hades' chest, forcing Hades to bend down and look him in the eye.

Hades let out a sucking sound - it hurts.

"That's a bastard! Hades, listen up!! ”

Tarasin said loudly and righteously,

"That's a cocky bastard, the galaxy's number one genocidal monger! It's not like him—that bastard never cared at least—"

Tarasin's voice trembled, electronic, inductive, "At least he never sympathized with us!" Empathize with the slave under his feet! He never faces death – you don't understand! You don't understand! ”

The fear of death is a well-defined race, and the superior can kill several brave people of the race according to the mood of the day for entertainment.

Hades gasped, and he said quickly,

"Okay, I see, please let go of my lungs and trachea, I mean......"

Tarasin jerked open Hades' lung tubes, Hades breathed a long sigh of relief, and under the severe pain, he almost passed out with a burp again, Hades continued,

"Well, I know the cost of what I've done."

He swallowed a mouthful of blood, and Tarasin stared at him, his eyes glowing coldly, but he didn't speak.

Hades smiled, "Tyrant only." ”

Hades scratched his head, presumably because of the damage to Tarasin just now, he finally lost the last drop of blood, and he is now in the special buff of the Death Guard-

[Back to the light: You don't want to compromise with death, standing on the line of death, you feel good, and even want to dance. 】

"By the way," Hades said, holding out his hand and handing it to Tarasin, the Kirkland block in his hand, "help me give Kim-306, you know who he is." ”

Hades believed that Tarasin was definitely rolling his eyes, but unfortunately the mechanical body couldn't express it,

Tarasin took the cube and said coldly, "One more to the collection, all right, Hades, sit down." ”

The figure king pointed to his makeshift chair made of black stone, which resembled a plastic food chair, with countless glowing green pipes sticking out of the hollow of the back of the chair and inserting into the towering blackstone obelisk.

The corners of Hades' mouth twitched,

He realized that in the Warhammer world, there were toilets to sit on, which was a blessing.

Hades unconsciously swallowed blood foam again, and in a way, the Blackstone food chair stimulated his PTSD, "Okay......"

Hades sat down as if he were dead, and it took more courage than he expected, and Tarasin helped him connect the pile of pipes, and the figure king mercilessly stabbed those pipes directly into the flesh, and it was a long torture, but fortunately Hades was hard.

"Chagatai Khan is fighting Magnus, and I've told him to leave—" Tarasin snapped a pot-like hood over Hades' head, and Hades' world was shrouded in darkness, "but I think this is the case...... It's better to let them enjoy the battle at the last moment before they die. ”

Hades' trembling voice rang out,

"Are you almost ready?"

"No," replied Tarasin ruthlessly, "there's still a long time to go—the security process that needs you alive is far more complicated than having you explode, wait for me." ”

Hades chuckled dryly.

Tarasin suddenly got up and stared at Hades, and in the long silence, Tarasin suddenly realized something,

"Are you scared and regretful, Hades?"

The figure king asked in surprise, and Hades spoke directly,

"Anyone else would be like that, I just want you to do it before I get crushed by the pain."

Hades smiled, "But I'm more resistant to beatings, and it's not easy to fall." ”

Tarasin cursed, but Hades didn't understand it, because it was the language of the Dead-Dread.

(End of chapter)