Hades's hand trembled slightly.

He stared silently at his bed, slowly put away the letter, and slipped it into his shorts pocket.

"Blake, carry Barry a little farther away."

Hades said calmly, and Blake, who was behind him, dragged Barry away from Hades' black coffin.

Hadespine raised a hand, and he took a deep breath,

"Don't be afraid of what happens next, Blake."

Hades carried Blake on his back and whispered.

Blake nodded nervously, but he suddenly realized that Hades couldn't see him, so he shouted yes.

Hades held the little dead guard doll in one hand, and between the fingers of the other hand, the green arc burst open!

Hades' shorts were windless, his white hair was blown, the bright green arc crackled, and Blake watched in amazement as the outside of the black coffin began to melt, like chocolate in the heat.

On the other side, a drop of cold sweat flowed from Hades's head, the black stone content here was too low, not to mention that he had already released a black domain and arc when he just woke up.

Blake's face was illuminated by a luminous green, and he watched as the flowing black stone liquid floated against gravity, slowly converging under Hades' hand, gradually forming a ......

A slab brick.

The light dimmed, and Hades held the brick in his hand, speechless.

No, he was too hungry to concentrate.

In addition to the simplest geometry, Hades is now single-minded with food.

By the time the shock of waking up had subsided, all Hades had left was to feel hungry.

Hades coughed twice in embarrassment, and he turned around and walked over to Hades,

"Well, ahem, Blake, borrow your axe."

Hades smoothly took Blake's small axe and stuffed the black slate bricks and dolls to Blake.

"You go to the bedside, take care of Barry for a while, rest for a while, and I'll go find something to eat."

Hades walked into the woods and said, "Remember to make a fire." ”

Blake watched in a daze as Hades's figure disappeared into the jungle, standing in place with a brick in one hand and Barry in the other.

"That's right, make a fire, make a fire."

As if remembering something, Blake dragged Barry to the coffin and began to collect fuel for the fire.

On the other side, Hades entered the dense forest, his eyes lingering on the corpses of the Zerg - no, he didn't want to eat the Knife Worm for the time being, it didn't seem like there was much to eat.

After seeing the corpse of a samurai, Hades's eyes lit up.

He picked up the axe and hurried over.

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It's so tiring...... Blake, leaning against the black coffin, was drowsy, and he turned his head to look at the sleeping Barry beside him, which made him even more sleepy.

My father said he would come back later...... Blake looked up and glanced at the sky that was gradually darkening, it had been more than ten hours.

It stands to reason that Blake should be nervous and uneasy at this time, but it seems to be a link from the father of genes, and Blake vaguely knows that he is safe now, very safe.

He hadn't closed his eyes in three months.

Blake's head nodded, and he began to be jealous of the sleeping Liens.

The trumpet Death Guard in his arms made Blake even more troubled, why was there such a strange doll......

Blake's consciousness gradually fell into a coma......

No, no, you can't make a fool of yourself in front of the father of genes.

Blake thought about it, and cheered up again.

But after a while, his head began to shake from side to side again, and finally stopped moving.

Beside the fire, there was a slight snoring.

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In the jungle, a pair of eyes that flashed with killing and blood finally regained some sense.

Hades hiccuped and rose from the corpse of a giant worm with a blur of flesh.

He frowned and wiped the blood and acid from his face, convinced that he might have lost his mind for a moment.

No way, Hades himself hasn't eaten in 10,000 years,

Hades stood up, turned his head, and looked at the corpses everywhere, blood splattered, and as far as the eye could see, all the corpses of Tyranid turned into empty shells.

Well, he lost his mind for a moment, a moment.

Hades snorted and wiped the bloodstained power axe, and in the dark field, he "saw" that the two little ones were now sleeping soundly.

When Hades woke up, he found that he had more precise control over the Black Domain—now he could control the Void that appeared within the Black Domain.

If in the past, his black domain was centered on him and rushed towards the outside of the black tide, then now, Hades's black domain can choose to bypass part of its existence independently.

It is precisely because of his increased control of the Black Domain that Hades can leave a way for Black and Barry to live at the moment he wakes up.

In addition to this, Hades also felt some kind of call to his black domain...... Some small spirit is chasing him, maybe it is actively throwing itself into his soul?

Hades paused for a moment, feeling the fluctuations of his astral arc.

At the limit of his line of sight, an iron curtain-like green lightning crackled, and no more mindless Tyron would hit the lightning, on the contrary, the aliens cautiously stayed away.

Hades was silent as he felt the Tyren on the periphery of the electrosphere reappear in congregation—it seemed that a new node creature had been born.

He wasn't going to use the Black Domain again, Tylen was a race that could evolve quickly, and Hades decided to be a little more cautious.

And, it seems that the Tyrans are retreating after eating up biomass from other areas because the gains outweigh the losses.

They probably won't be confronted with Taryn for the time being.

Hades thought that the current combat power on his side was ...... Blake and Barry are almost completely negligible, if they do mess with Taryn's army......

Hades thought he might be able to fight with them, but there was no need for that at the moment.

According to what Talashin said, there is no human civilization in this star field that he can save.

Let him ask Blake what is going on with the Human Empire now, and then Hades will make his own decision.

Hades swallowed, it was time for him to go back and eat for himself, almost forgetting that there were still two Space Marines lying there.

Hades shook around, his tongue telling himself that what he had just eaten seemed a little harmful to the two little ones, and asked him to look for something less toxic.

Hades' eyes lit up when he saw the lake that had been turned into a thick biomass soup by Tyranny.

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Blake awoke in a deep sense of calm.

It was the most comfortable sleep he had ever slept in his life.

Blake breathed a long sigh of relief and subconsciously stretched-

He saw Hades, who was sitting by the fire roasting worms.

Click, Blake stretched halfway and cracked.

He sat up straight in silence, hoping that Hades didn't realize his ugliness.

But fortunately, Hades was staring intently at Tyron, who seemed to be half-baked, and didn't realize Blake's small movements.

"Your Excellency."

Blake said, Hades turned his head and looked at him with a smile,

"Awake?"

Hades asked casually,

"Wake up," Blake said dryly, "I'm sorry, I'm asleep—I'm willing to accept any punishment." ”

"No," Hades waved his hand, "you're at your limit, it's normal to take a break, try this-"

Hades handed Taryn's pliers in his hand, and Blake blinked, Tyrann's weapons were alive, and he saw the narrow eyes under the cracks in the butyl shell.

It seems that he is not blind to death.

Blake closed his eyes and took a bite as if he were dead—

It was as unpalatable as he had imagined.

He glanced at Hades, who was happily biting on something exactly the same as his hand.

Blake was silent.

It could be his own problem.

It is also possible that this is the punishment.

Hades tried his best to control the convulsions of his face, and in a desperate look at death, he barely finished his roasted half-cooked Tyron.

"It tastes okay, right?"

Hades asked, but for some reason, Blake didn't answer him.

Don't like to eat?

Hades frowned, he felt that the taste was okay.

It could also be because he wasn't used to eating, Hades thought,

"I've also collected some liquid biomass, you can drink some of this."

Hades pulled out a bowl of chitin shells containing some kind of viscous, bright green, bubbling liquid.

Black recognized it as Tyranid's biomass soup - Tyrann would throw all living things into it and turn it into this biomass soup for their mothership to eat.

As if remembering something, Hades frowned,

"But it doesn't taste very good."

Blake snorted,

"I'm not hungry."

He said word by word, "Thank you, Lord for your kindness—"

His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Barry, who was still asleep,

"But I think Barry might be hungry."

He looked at the Father of Genes and smiled, "I also have this plan, he fainted, he can't eat solids, this is less toxic, you feed him some." ”

I'm sorry, Barry.

Blake quickly took the "bowl" and then pressed Barry to fill him with biomass.

Hades watched the scene with satisfaction.

In the end, Barry was completely still, as if he were dead.

But Blake knew that Barry had only fallen into a deeper coma because of the nutrients he had ingested, and that his body was healing rapidly.

Blake put down the bowl by luck and continued to take the worm limbs handed by the Father of Genes, his tongue now beginning to get used to the poison.

"I looked around," Hades said, "and there was only one place left on the planet, where the Zerg had corroded or devoured almost all the metal, and there wasn't enough metal left for me to build a tower." ”

"My lord, Barry is a psyker, he can call on others."

Blake immediately replied,

Hardsterton paused, "Looks like there's only one way to do it." ”

But...... Can you really call people?

In fact, it was with this concern that Hades had just left the arc circle after eating and used the astral lightning to knock down a Tyranid mothership - if it really didn't work......

Hades sighed again.

Let's try to call the human fleet first, he doesn't want to stuff himself into Tyron and leave the planet.

Hades blinked, staring at the fire,

Just as he was moments away, Blake spoke,

"Your Excellency...... Can I call you father? ”

As soon as he spoke, Blake regretted it, because of his words, the Immortal was staring at him with a blank face.

Hades had thought about countless scenes when he woke up, such as helping Tarasin clean the museum, beating Chaos, and overpowering the old Mo......

But I never thought that he would have to face a generation stalk when he woke up with sit-ups.

It's impossible to say it's not weird.

If Blake is concerned, then there are now warbands in the empire with him as their father—maybe even more than one.

Even if this problem is confused now, sooner or later you will have to face at least one warband cub in the future.

Hades, silent.

He didn't resent his children, or even admired them—no matter where they came from, they did have a blood connection before.

Facing a small can that conforms to one's own aesthetics and is very similar to oneself is impossible to refuse no matter what.

Hades even had the illusion that the pieces he painted himself had magnified.

Hades began to struggle to remember how Motarian had faced the Death Guard.

Oh, it seems that this big brother is very repulsive to the original Terra, the Death Guard.

But for the Barbaros ethic, Motarian was happy to have them call him his father.

Truth be told, if the son of Hades was really built on his genes, then they would have no problem calling Hades father at all.

But...... Hades was silent.

He always felt like he was still young.jpg

It's like a model worker working hard for the company, fainting after a serious illness from overwork, and waking up to find that he likes to mention the weirdness of his child.

Who took advantage of his sleep to live hard?

But it's understandable...... After all, build a warband...... High-quality genetic seeds are generally required.

Hades wiped his sweat frantically.

No, no, no, no, no, but the problem is not this,

Hades realized that he had been silent for a long time, so he looked at Blake,

"I'm glad you asked,"

"It's your power — but before that, I'm a little confused because I've been asleep, and I want to ask you a question," Hades said. ”

Blake nodded nervously,

Hades blinked,

"It stands to reason that most warbands call their original ones their fathers - if I'm not mistaken, your mother band is the Death Guard? So you should call Motarian your father - so, why me? ”

Hades watched as Blake froze.

After a long time, Blake stumbled and said,

"Our father is you, king, the great sage of Jin said, our father is only you, and the son of Hades is only loyal to you."

"Kim? K-306?! ”

Hades's voice suddenly raised, "He, he created the son of Hades?" ”

"Yes, my lord," Blake quickly explained, "Every Immortal knows that it was the Golden Sage who established the Sons of Hades War with the genetic seeds and blood you left behind. ”

I see! Hades thought, no wonder.

He remembered the two academic lunatics, it was them, and Hades's doubts were immediately relieved.

But...... Hades' eyes drooped, and it looked like King-306 was still alive...... Meddlesome...... He was already prepared to wake up and only see the corpse emperor.

"So I'm defined as a primordial by the Empire?" Hades continued, "Or did Kim let you call it that in private?" ”

"You're not the original!" Blake raised his voice urgently, "How can you be something like the original?" You're far more than them—"

"Wait?! You say the original thing??? ”

Blake slammed his mouth.

Hades looked at him in disbelief, and Blake realized that he had said the wrong thing, but his father's gaze was so hot that it took a long time for Blake to speak quietly,

"The Golden Sage often tells us about the great deeds of Lord Motarian, and Master Kalas often scolds Master Motarian in his political lessons—so everyone thinks that Lord Motarian is a bit anthropomorphic."

Personification??? What did Motarian do again???

At this time, Hades did not know that this might not be a metaphor, but a white description of Mortarian after the sanctification.

Hades felt like he was now full of question marks.

"And as a god-human on the same level as the God Emperor in the state religion, you are naturally much higher than the original body."

State religion? What???

On par with the God Emperor?!

Hades felt that the question mark on his mind was about to explode, what kind of ruthless work has the empire done in the past 10,000 years!

It's not that Luojia is gone-where did the national education line come from?!

It can't be Mortarian, right?!

Hades raised his hand and motioned for Blake to stop talking,

He took a few deep breaths and said weakly,

"I got it......"

"You can call me father, Blake."

Hades calmed down his heart full of question marks first, and said as calmly as possible,

For some reason, when he said this, he always felt that he was getting older, more vicissitudes, and had to shoulder some kind of responsibility...... Hades had the feeling of wanting to find a place where no one was around, to smoke a cigarette by himself, to let himself relax.

"Father." Blake said immediately.

For some reason, this sentence evoked a certain sense of relief in Hades's heart.

Though...... Hades looked up in vicissitudes, he had expected to write himself into the state religion, and even the empire on the same level as Neos was estimated to be alive again.

But there should also be an existence in these ruthless jobs that he does not dislike?

For example, the Sons of Hades.

Hades calmly looked away again.

Weird is weird.

"Well, I'm glad to have an heir like you who fought to the end."

"But Blake, I want you to tell me about the Empire, I want to think about it...... Let's start with the First Legion of Dark Angels? ”

He planned to listen to the ruthless work of the state religion one last time, and Hades was afraid that he would not be able to stand it.

(End of chapter)

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