"In the name of the Immortal!"

Black· Butcher roared, and the power axe in his hand directly smashed the head of the knife insect in front of him, and there was a muffled sound from the elbow that was withdrawn, and the other knife insect also fell.

Fast...... Come on......

In the jungle, Black gasped, his helmet had been torn and thrown away, blood was running down his forehead, the corpses of knives and spears had been piled up into a small hill under his feet, and two unburied Tyranid warriors were staring at him.

He stumbled down the mountain of corpses, and pulled up Barry, the think tank of the Tiens Warband, who was leaning against a tree behind him, the son of Dorne who was on the verge of suspended animation, but still holding on to his death.

Hades knew that there was an abandoned bunker nearby, and if they retreated there, maybe they would survive a little longer, enough for Barry to send out a psionic signal to tell the Empire that the planet had fallen.

In desperation, Blake turned on the comms and tried to call the survivors over and over again, but in reality, there might be only two of them left alive on the planet.

Under the transformation of the Tyranids, the sky of this planet has long been scarlet, and the vegetation has withered in large chunks, and after killing the Imperial defenders on it, Tyrann can't wait to start turning all life forms on this planet into biomass soup.

Blake even saw the Zerg mothership slowly descending from the sky, and the massive shadows reaching out towards the earth - they had already begun to devour the planet.

And he and Barry of the Tiens Warband are just the last two fish to slip through the net in the Tyranid Zerg slaughter.

Blank, Black's mind was blank now.

But with his instincts, he fled from the Tyrannies with Barry on his back, and he didn't want to die yet—or rather, he didn't want to die just like that.

All ten members of his squad, except for him, had been killed.

If Blake, the last recruit in the squad, also dies, then their squad will be completely defeated in the [Destiny Bullet] mission.

No...... Can't ...... like that!

Blake drew his gun and subconsciously gave the Tyranid Warrior a burst that suddenly burst out of the shadows.

He expertly threw Barry from his back to a safer position, dodging the Tyrannical Warrior's bone knife and swinging his axe to intercept - probably because Blake was a little rougher, and Barry let out a muffled grunt of pain as he was thrown.

Blake's axe stabbed into the samurai's chitin armor, and the cysts on the worm's appendages spewed worms at him at the same time, and Blake ducked and struck again—

No...... All this ...... It's all to blame on the Golden Sage!

Black thought in agony, and at the same time lunged at the hoarse and screaming samurai, and he and the Tyran samurai rolled on the ground, just in time to dodge the snakes that suddenly sprang out from the ground beside him.

Every 700 years, the Sons of Hades vote for the ten "unluckiest guys", who will form a team and set out to reclaim Hades.

Then the Great Sage will randomly set a parameter for the [Slingshot of Destiny] near the Barbaros Star Field to eject this unlucky ghost team.

By the time of Black's team, his hapless predecessors would return to the Sons of Hades at some point in time - and often managed to wash away their bad luck and save the empire in their search for the Immortal, becoming the heroes of the empire.

Some squads have successfully thwarted Abaddon's plots, some have chased out Tzeentch, and some have saved living saints......

Black staggered to his feet, the Tyranid warriors beneath him were already dripping with blood, and he spat out the flesh of Tyranid in his mouth, feeling like the flesh was turning into small worms and biting at his mouth.

He turned around, and with the tremor under his feet, Black knew that the snake worm had gone to Barry.

…… So this tradition, which makes the warband happy and beneficial to all, the [Destiny Bullet], has been preserved.

And those who were cast were no longer "unlucky", and the recruit Blake was thrown because he preferred to use an axe instead of a scythe, and often remained silent.

He still remembered that the battle seniors who had captured him into the battle group patted him on the shoulder earnestly, and said respectfully to the great sage of Jin,

"This kid doesn't have a very bright brain, not quite like the blood of Hades, and staying in the regiment is not suitable for his development - he may have his own experience."

"Okay."

The massive mountain of golden sages manipulated the cables, wrapped up the already stupid Black, and dragged him into the ship.

His combat seniors stood behind him, happily waving goodbye to him and hoping that he would return with travel gifts for him.

Kim tied Blake to his seat and whispered, "It's really different......

Blake only knew that his life was short, and he mustered his courage to ask, as quietly as he could, "where...... What's the difference? ”

"You're the first one who didn't try to run away after being thrown."

Is it possible to escape...... Blake thought in despair, and then his fate was thrown randomly with the activation of the Slingshot of Fate.

Syllable!

The snake under Blake's axe stopped struggling, and he breathed a sigh of relief, staggering to Barry's feet, and continued his walk towards the bunker among the corpses on the ground.

But Blake knew it was all in vain, he had almost burned out in the battle with Tyron, and was now living purely on the desperate fight and tenacity brought about by the genetic seed of the son of Hades.

On the way to the bunker, he would fall, or worse, even if he reached the bunker...... What can we do?

Blake vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs, and he shook the Tiens Barry on his shoulder again.

Barry is the soul walker of the Tiens Warband, a think tank.

"Barry......" Blake said hoarsely, "can you send a psionic communication now?" ”

Barry, on his back, shook his head with his eyes closed.

Failed, Blake thought.

Their unlucky ghost team was thrown directly into the star field where they were fighting the Tyranids, and they immediately became a mess with the surrounding Tyranids.

They held out for five months, but they were able to repair a few poison blade tanks that could not stop the entire swarm, and the sons of Hades, weepers, and the liens retreated again and again, and finally retreated to the jungle planet.

This star field may have been abandoned long ago, so except for the sub-teams of the three warbands, Black did not see any warbands that came to support.

At the last minute, in the name of needing to leave hope, Black's comrades traded their lives for Blake's retreat, telling Blake Butcher that their unlucky squad could not be the only one to fail in the millennium.

The children of Hades believe that no matter where the Bullet of Destiny throws them, they will achieve their own glory and success under the favor of the Hades.

But...... But......

Blake felt nothing but infinite despair.

The Weepers have all been wiped out, while the Celestial Liens and Hades have survived in the end.

But now, they're going to die too.

"There's something ......"

Barry's breathless voice rang out,

Blake stopped abruptly and glanced around warily, Barry was a think tank, and he was generally more sensitive to psionic related existences.

In the afterglow, in the blood-red sky filled with countless Tyranns, Black caught a glimpse of something strange falling rapidly there—but not that one!

In front of Blake, three Brain Worm Tyrants floated slowly in the air, their exposed blue brains flashing with crackling psionic arcs.

The Zerg have realized that Blake has abilities that can be subconsciously ignored by them!

This is a gift from the Immortal, whose offspring usually exhibit a slight soulless trait, and in the case of Blake, they are often ignored and ignored.

Now, the Zerg have specially sent psionic units to hedge against Blake's insignificant soulless traits.

Hades, Hades......

Blake swallowed, he knew where he was going to end.

He let go of Barry's hand, and after a muffled thud, the Son of Dorne fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Blake felt his eyes begin to distort, a precursor to the beginning of a psionic attack, and he began to pray intently to the Immortal, that he would grant his enemies a final rest,

Then he raised his axe and faced the tyrant in front of him—

Bang!!!

In the distance, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly sounded!

Darkness Rises!!

Lifeless darkness spreads, like darkness that does not exist in this dimension rapidly expands, and instantly envelops the entire planet!

-- Buzz --

At that moment, Blake's eyes were dark, all his senses seemed to be cut off, and he seemed to be dragged into the deep sea from which he could never recover, screaming and suffocating silently.

He almost thought he was dead, but then the light returned to his eyes, and Blake's pupils dilated, and he realized that he was hunched over the pain and fear, gasping for breath.

He had already burst into tears.

The Son of Hades raised his face tremblingly, staring at everything in front of him in amazement, and as far as he could see, all the Tyrans were paralyzed to the ground, and in the air, countless giant beasts fell to the ground like rain.

The brain worm tyrant in front of him was like a spilled noodle, his tentacles twitched, and the blue brain burst open and flowed all over the ground.

Blake couldn't comprehend what was happening, his ears ringing violently and his heart pounding.

But the slumped Tyron wasn't dead, and Blake realized that they staggered to their feet, and almost the next moment, they were biting at their nearest kind!

Even though he was almost completely out of strength, Blake slowly leaned over and struggled to carry Barry, he didn't know what was happening, but he witnessed a miracle with his own eyes.

He limped, following the guidance of his consciousness, in the direction of the strange thing that had fallen from the sky.

Tyron, who was biting at each other, ignored Blake, he just had to dodge Tyron falling from the air, he walked through the countless corpses one foot deep and one foot shallow, and finally, the forest thinned out, and in a clearing in the jungle, he saw the strange black coffin.

A knife insect that had regained consciousness didn't seem to have found a kind of person to kill, and Blake watched as the knife insect scurried towards the black coffin—

No!

Blake subconsciously wanted to draw his gun and shoot, but some kind of presence in the coffin was a step faster than him, almost at the moment when the tip of the knife worm's sickle claw just rubbed against the coffin-

Huge emerald lightning bursts! The thunder rose like a dragon, roaring violently in the air, and the arcs of lightning swung from the center of the black coffin, opening and closing, but hitting every zerg with precision!

The crackling sound sounded like raindrops, and the torrential rain fell in torrential water!

The scarlet sky was dyed green, countless flying species were burned into charcoal before they even had time to hit the ground, and Blake even watched a huge ship in the distance be struck by thunder, wailing and slowly falling.

Blake didn't even realize when his mouth was wide open in surprise, he was afraid of the arcs, but they seemed to have a mind to bypass him, his dull black helmet reflecting a glowing green.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, maybe fourteen seconds, maybe a lifetime, the lightning disappeared.

In the dead silence, on the battlefield, Tyrann's charred corpse hissed softly.

A hand, a human hand, was on the side of the black coffin.

Blake Butcher trembled, almost agitated, and he let go of Barry again, and Barry, who was already unconscious, fell to the ground, this time without making a sound.

He stood at the very edge of the woods, and watched a monster, a giant, rise from the black coffin, and he could not see him, and the absolute darkness enveloped him like a rolling wave, and the vigorous lightning crackled in between.

A scarlet glow shot out of his left eye, and he was—looking straight at Black.

Blake felt his heart explode, his brain went blank, something was screaming and tugging at his soul, his thoughts, beating him, roaring at him - but he might not have had a good brain, and Blake just stared and froze in place.

He watched as the being walked towards him.

The black tide slapped Blake, who felt a strange sense of familiarity, and he shivered, staring at the giant who was walking towards him.

The giant stopped in front of him and looked down at him,

Syllable!

Blake knelt down, his brain completely inoperable, but as usual, the instinct buried in his blood saved him.

In a trance, Blake's eyes seemed to shake over the golden sage, and the sage tied him to his seat and knocked him on the head, "Idiot, remember that your mission is to find the Hades, don't be stunned." ”

He held the axe in both hands, propped himself on the ground, and bowed his head reverently.

The dried blood on his forehead has long since stopped dripping.

"Father, your son, the Sons of Hades, the new blood Blake Butcher, sends you the highest respect."

Before him, the darkness faded.

"What?"

Hades, dressed in an old man's shirt and slippers, made a puzzled sound.

(End of chapter)

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