"What?"

Hades said.

His brain, at this moment, collapsed for a moment.

He could understand the meaning of each word, but when they were connected, Hades fell into a deafening silence.

What?

What did this little cub just call himself? And what is the son of Hades?

His children - when did he have children?!

Tarasin rubbed him ???

Hades' pupils shook, and he stared at the kneeling Space Marine in front of him, pale green outlined with dull black armor, half of the Death Guard crest he was familiar with, half of which had been replaced with the Mechanic Gear Skull.

I have to say that it is still very in line with Hades's aesthetics......

Wait, now is not the time to dwell on this!

Hades breathed lightly, and although it felt strange, he did feel a certain familiarity, a certain closeness from Blake—like the most familiar blade in the hands of a warrior.

He could even vaguely know the warrior's personality and feel his emotions, just like Hades should have known.

Well, it's not impossible.

Hades stared cautiously at the Space Marines in front of him, who were too small for his current size, which made Hades feel vulnerable.

In the distance, the emerald lightning controlled by Hades still thunderclaped in the sky, and the part of his star god was far less powerful than the black domain, so it could only envelop one area, isolating Tyron outside the area.

The bugs slammed his lightning, which gave Hades the feeling that he was swatting the bugs with an oversized electric mosquito.

Hades stared at Blake Butcher in front of him,

Although there is a dead brother behind Blake, Hades ignores him for the time being, and it is still his own heirs who matter.

"Stand up."

Hades said softly, crouching down at the same time - he was too tall.

He could feel the nervousness in front of Blake, who was so nervous, so nervous that he didn't seem to have any other emotions.

Hades waited patiently, anyway, the black domain had just been explored, and there were only two people left in front of him on this planet except for bugs.

The cub staggered and tried to stand up, but failed once because of nervousness or detachment on the way.

At last, Blake Butcher stood up straight, and with great courage, Blake took a deep breath and looked directly into his father's face.

God......

Blake's mind was filled with only one thought, and he saw the face of a god with heroic sculptures on one side and tyrannical machines on the other, and humans and machines together forged Him, the mechanical eyes cold and ruthless, with a sense that sees through everything.

…… No...... Hades is human......

Yes.

Blake's second reaction was that the portrait of the Hades King of the Golden Sage was really ugly.

As time passed, for some reason, the images of Hades were gradually distorted, and the Great Sage of Kim, along with others who had seen Hades, tried to restore it - but all failed.

But what caused even more panic was that when they recalled, they would find that they couldn't see the Hades in their memories at all.

The Bishop of the Underworld speculated that this might be a trait unique to the Soulless.

In desperation, they had to try to draw their own based on vague impressions.

It's all ugly...... No...... Or rather, conciseness.

There are countless portraits of the Sons of Hades, and one of the traditions of the Sons of Hades is to draw their own Hades, and to date, the one on the championship list was painted by their combat predecessor, Death Guard Vaux.

Vaux drew the back of a man standing in a cornfield, with no face at all.

Legend has it that Motarian was also involved, but after finishing the painting, Motarian burned his painting in a fit of rage.

Kalas Typhon drew a lump of vomit and stated that this was what he thought of the Immortal.

Receiving the image of the predecessor of the Death Guard, the painting of the Hades in the Hades is not limited to the human form.

And Blake ...... Blake's own painting of Hades is...... An all-black piece of paper.

As Blake stared at the dark pupils of his genetic father, he realized that he was right.

And now, the eye was staring at Blake with interest.

Hades stared at Blake, the frightened little guy was black-haired and blue-eyed, and looked like a German, well, there was indeed some similarity between their eyebrows, and he had the illusion of seeing his little cousin.

"Your name is Blake Butcher?"

A deep voice interrupted Blake's staring at his genetic father, and Blake hurriedly responded and saluted again.

"Yes! My lord! ”

Hades sighed, patted his shoulder, and stood up, "Don't be so restrained, Blake. ”

Hades realized that Blake was too nervous, and it was estimated that the communication between them would not be smooth if it went on like this, and he planned to let the little cub slow down for a while, and then ask when he did.

Anyway, he'd confirmed that it was indeed his...... Heirs.

Hades was silent, and he seemed to understand a little bit of what Motarian thought of the Death Guard.

It's not unacceptable, Hades sighed inwardly, that is, he didn't think that he would be a father as soon as he opened and closed his eyes.

Hades turned sideways and looked at the planet.

Well...... Taryn ...... So he's probably been asleep for 10,000 years.

The last image he remembered was Tarasin on Cadiya trying his best to save him, and then there was a long period of darkness - there were some fragments in between, and he seemed to remember Tarasin shaking him up and telling him to spend more sun?

Hades bowed his head, his overly cool outfit was probably changed at that time.

He looked up, puzzled as to why Tarasin had thrown him to this place.

Hades had thought that Tarracin would find a place where chaos was raging to wake him up, but now how did he get thrown into a bug nest?

"Which sector is this?"

Hades asked casually,

"Near Octarius, my lord."

Hades was silent.

Octarius, his memory told him, it seemed to be the star area where the greenskins and the worms fought each other until the avenue was worn out.

"Wait, how many years is it?"

“41。”

No, the timing is not right.

However, Hades can also understand that under his blind mixing, the great rebellion has completely deviated from the right track, so he probably can't take the expired strategy now.

Maybe he should be optimistic, Hades sighed, he remembered before he passed out that Motarian didn't seem to be in trouble, and so was Killiman—well, mostly Killiman.

As long as Killiman does not die and operates for 10,000 years, no, as long as Killiman operates for 3,000 years, the Human Empire is already invincible.

He had to ask what the Human Empire was all about.

Of course – not now.

Because he was hungry, hungry.

Hades tilted his head and looked at Blake, "Are you hungry?" ”

Blake didn't answer him in time, but subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Okay, you're hungry too."

Hades happily made a decision for his heir, he bent down and casually scooped up the unconscious space marine, Golden Helmet and Blue Shoulders, which warband is this?

Hades was stunned suddenly,

Wait, why is the warband still established?!

No...... You should trust the Primitives, Hades had a sense of foreboding, but in the end, hunger overcame anxiety.

He strode to the spot where his bed had fallen, carrying the unconscious Space Marine, and Blake trotted after Hades.

"Which warband is he from?"

Hades said casually,

"My father, he is Barry of the Tiens Warband, the son of Dorne."

Oh...... It's a very unlucky warband.

Leaning against the bed, how Hades looked and felt like a coffin now, Hades put down Barry, and he briefly examined it, and the psyker was not worried about his life for the time being, but passed out.

Hades coughed.

The soul of the think tank is tempting, and Hades has just almost accidentally swallowed it.

He put the think tank away, and then looked at his bed, Hades had just been patronized and shocked, forgetting to see what the figure king had left for him.

Well, only a bed with the same color as his uncle's shorts.

With a light green background, there is a bunch of Q version of the small dead guard printed on it.

There is also a Q version of the little Dead Guard doll.

Oh, it's pretty cute, Hades subconsciously picked up the dead doll-

But what about his armor and weapons?! Tarasin, your uncle! Where did his armor and weapons go??!

As if knowing Hades's inner roar, a letter fell out of the stubborn little doll,

Hades did not hesitate to open the letter:

[To Hades:

Hello, old man who eats and drinks the rest of my collection for nothing, when you read this letter, I have completely fled from you.

I guess you're standing in the middle of the bug pile, and I don't know what's going on, so let me cut you short, and give you a brief overview of your situation.

The first is the IOU.

In the years I've been in your custody, you've "eaten" me in total:

Void Dragon Shard*1

Night-Crowder Shard*1

Fraudster Shard*1 (It turns out that I shouldn't have fed you this, I'll explain next)

Stellar*7

……

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Hades hastily flipped through a few pages, and the IOU alone was already three pages, and he turned it decisively,

【……

Precious metal *N

Inconsequential collection of the soul *N

Above, so I hope that when you wake up, you will make up for me with the same precious items, or messages.

I didn't want to wake you up and continue to be my collection, but in fact, even six thousand years ago, when your black domain suddenly went viral, I didn't even think of throwing you away.

But my nemesis, Orekan, came to me in trouble.

That self-righteous fool counted something outside of the prophecy - I didn't say he was prophesying, so how did he count something out of prophecy?

Because of his self-righteous prophecy, this fool has spent hundreds of years investigating my whereabouts.

Eventually, he succeeded, and he found me beyond the river, and my museum—and of course, you in the museum.

We fought, and thanks to your puppet emperor, the bell hit the bastard with precision, accuracy, and heaviness, knocking him to the ground.

Then I slammed him in the face with my fist and slapped him on top of him, while he spat at the garbage in his reactor at me, breaking down my other display cases with a very insidious trick.

What ensued was a scuffle that I hate to mention, but remember that I saved my museum, my collection — including you who are still asleep — and that I slapped Orekon seventeen times.

Eventually, the bastard crawled out of my museum, but he went to find another dynasty, and his intrusion completely upset the balance I had built on the museum, which meant ......

Your existence is exposed.

IMHO, to the subspace and other beings, your breath is like the excrement of your goddamn excretory system that has fermented for millennia.

I don't think the rest of my people would have any thoughts about you, and- do you remember the cheater shards I fed you?

Actually, I hate the piece so much that I decided to just throw it at you and let you destroy it completely.

But it looks like this is also getting noticed by other fraudster shards.

An existence that can devour and fuse shards of different star gods, even for something indifferent to subspace, you're tempting enough.

I can hide the Chaos glare for you, but I can't do anything about them, and I realize that other dynasties will notice you, and then they will come to trouble my dynasty, and then my superiors will find me.

And I, I'm just a museum keeper who has been helpless and slapped Orican seventeen times.

So I decided at once that it was time for you to wake up and go out and plague other races.

For a number of reasons—to avoid damn prophecy—I had to choose the most trivial day of so-called "fate" while using the chaos Tyranid had caused to cover up your existence.

Now, I guess no other being than Orikan or I have noticed you.

But as soon as you leave the starfields that Tyron is ravaging and come into contact with other races, your presence will soon be exposed.

While I'm sure you can no longer care about any chaos, you must know that there is more than just chaos in the galaxy since you slumbered for 10,000 years.

Actually, this is also to clear my relationship with you, and I advise you to come out of Tyron's shadow later so that I can win the lawsuit-

Yes, in order to stop that madman from Orican biting me, I decided to take him in the first place, and I will go to the court and point out to all the death-fearing that this damn bastard has trespassed on a house again.

The court has already installed an anti-time rewind device because of the last time this guy used time rewind while fighting a lawsuit, and this time I won.

That's it, I'm going to go to court, as your creditor, and a breeder for 10,000 years, I want you to stay in this star field for at least a year.

There isn't much human civilization left in this field, but I'm sure you can survive.

I don't have time to get weapons and armor for you because of the urgency, but you've learned how to use blackstone, so make your own set from your own bed.

Good luck.

Your creditor, Tarasin.

PS. Remember to pay off your debts as soon as possible

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Hades' hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

(End of chapter)

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