【Somewhere in the Storm Field】

"We ...... Stuck? ”

Tice stared at the porthole in disbelief, the star's violently burning light spilling on the side of her face,

They've jumped out of Octarius and out of subspace without incident—but they now look like they're spinning around the physical world.

It's been more than a week since they jumped out of subspace, and it stands to reason that they should have arrived in Barbaros a long time ago, but now they are still adrift in the sea of stars, and even returned to the location where they originally moved out of subspace.

The noblewoman shouted angrily, then turned back to her crew and ordered them to quickly find out what was wrong.

Behind Tice, silent, the Tiens with his arms crossed stared at the huge star outside the porthole, slowly pondering,

Tis smiled and asked in a somewhat distorted tone,

"I want to ...... This can't be the trouble that the Lord has caused us, right? I mean, someone doesn't want us to complete Hades' mission? ”

Barry remained silent, and Tis made a quick prayer gesture,

"Does this have anything to do with the existence of the subspace?" The noblewoman asked quickly and softly, but this time, Tianshi shook her head firmly,

"It's not subspace," Barry said with a frown, "I didn't notice any psionic fluctuations, but ......"

Tiens paused, "I feel like my psionic power has weakened—but it could also be because of Hades. ”

"The enemy is from the physical world?" Tice asked, "Can you find him, Barry?" ”

Tiens shook his head again, "I don't know," he said hesitantly, "but I think there may be no enemies at all, or maybe the existence that restricts us is not here." ”

"I don't understand?"

"If he could easily get us lost," Barry said, "he should have killed us a long time ago, or he was busy with something else, or maybe he was just playing with his prey—I don't know, but I've seen too many of them." ”

This startled Tice, and the noblewoman asked tentatively and carefully,

"That's... That...... Why don't we give up on completing the task first? ”

"No," Barry said, "worthless prey dies faster, Ties," Tiens sighed, "be prepared to get lost for a long time, let's try to contact the Death Guardians first, we've arrived in the sector where they're stationed - we may be saved as the Death Guards are used to patrolling." ”

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【Barbarus】

The ceiling was not low, but it was as low and cramped as a tomb, and the dim light drifted weakly through the fog, and there was no light source in sight, only a bitter cold.

Squeak –

A millennia silence was shattered by a cacophony of retreats, and two death guards hurried into the graves of the living, one tall and silent, his white helmet scarred, the other holding a staff whose head was dangling with a faint green glow.

Their footsteps lifted up the mist, and in the depths of the tomb, in front of the last door, the tall warrior at the head stopped, and the grave keeper behind him also stopped in silence.

They stood outside the door, waiting as if they knew what was going to happen, and after seven breaths came an old, impatient voice from behind the door, like a sigh, like a reprimand,

"Come in ......"

The warriors at the head hurried in, and they cautiously and respectfully pushed open the door and entered the completely dark interior of the main chamber, where a man with metal prostheses on all four limbs was sitting in a coffin with a frown.

Kalas took a deep breath,

"The old rules,"

The warrior saluted.

"Honorable Undead, now M41.899, I am the current Commander of the Death Guard, Morag, who is now the Chief Think Tank Kuhn."

"Morag......" Callas whispered slowly, "but he has the same name as someone I once knew......

Typhon was caught in a brief memory, his cloudy eyeballs covered with a shallow white mist, some said he was simply old, others said it was a gift from the Pale Lord.

Whatever they said, Callas would beat them up.

After a momentary distraction, Kalas regained his composure, staring at Morag and asking with his eyes why he had been awakened.

"The Pale Lord......" Morag swallowed, "we have observed the Pale Lord's activity—for the first time since the expedition, my father has responded to us, weakly, but surely from him. ”

"What?"

Kalas jerked to his feet, the tubes of fluid falling off, and he stumbled over to the two of them in his improvised hospital gown.

The Legion Leader hurriedly stepped forward to help Karas, but was impatiently opened by the Undead, who stared at the Chief Think Chief, who immediately comprehended and handed the staff to the Elder.

A profane, insect-flapping soft incantation spat out from Callas's mouth, his staff in one hand and the other reaching for the lantern, the glowing green of which flowed like a living creature.

Callas Typhon's eyes shone green, and he was in a trance, as if the undead were deep in the garden.

The eerie greenery swayed, making a harmonious sound, emitting a discordant ......

Syllable!

The lantern burst open, and Kalas jerked back to Barbarus, blinking, irritating as he shoved the discarded staff to the think chief,

In the expectant gaze of the two Death Guards, Kalas said irritably,

"It's him."

Typhon continued irritably, "He's calling us, and he wants to gather his army and attack. ”

"Fuck, how is it now."

Typhon scolded in a low voice, "Old immortal." ”

"Now?"

The Legion Commander asked cautiously, "The last time you left a mantra was 'This will be eternal,' but now...... What happened? ”

The elder cast a cold gaze, and Morag stopped speaking just in time, waiting for the undead to answer,

Angry at the incompetence of his juniors, Kalas said angrily,

"The direction of the subspace is, of course, eternal – but have you forgotten that exception? That idiot, must be that idiot, that idiot is back. ”

Kalas almost gritted his teeth,

Motarian's psionic powers also showed him this, and the man returned,

"Does he still have the face to come back? Will he be able to come back? ”

"And the first thing he came back to, I thought...... Must be trying to find Motarian. ”

Typhon turned his head sharply and roared,

"Has the Legion received news of the return of the Immortal?!"

Both shook their heads, and Kalas scolded again,

"Array! I'm going to count again! Now, immediately! ”

Under the roar of the undead, the two visitors left the tomb almost in quick succession, and went to prepare the altar,

And Callas Typhon wandered anxiously, frowning tightly, and the words in his mouth,

There is a lag in the delivery of the message, and the return of the fool must be sooner, but why didn't the Death Guard get the message?

Fools can have the time and energy to find Motarian, he doesn't have time to go directly to the Death Guard?

What was trapping him? Hold him back?

Or does he not want to see the death guards?

Callas frowned, he tried to remember Motarian's instructions before leaving,

Motarian, who had been almost completely subspatialized, sat limply in front of him, and behind the Lord of Death were several strangers with hostile expressions.

【Callas...... Next...... Over to you. 】

"You're so willing to die?!"

Kalas asked incredulously, "And you didn't take me with you to your death??? ”

Motarian's gaze dodged for a moment,

[I'm just ......] The Pale Lord let out a breath of mist, [Someone of the three of us has to survive. 】

"Then you can't wait for that idiot to come back before you start?! Do you have to do it now?! ”

Motarian stared at Kalas calmly, and there was even a hint of sadness in the calm,

[Do you really believe that he can come back?] 】

Motarian sighed and said, "People need to save themselves, have you been counting on others to help? 】

The Pale Lord lifted his head and sniffed in the air,

[I can feel it...... The power of the subspace is getting stronger...... They are regaining their strength...... Someone needs to interrupt the process. 】

[And......] Motarian said lightly, "I am sure, the worst is a draw—I will be with Him from all dooms." 】

Kalas almost laughed angrily,

"What's the ideal situation for that reckon, Motarian?"

Motarian coughed lightly, as if laughing at himself at Callas's taunts,

[Two False Gods Fall...... Mortarian said calmly, [In addition...... I can still figure out the spoiler. 】

But we know," said Motarian, that the death of a false god is the best. 】

Callas sneered, "Why don't you kill all four?" ”

Motarian opened his hand rather innocently,

[One primordial body, two pseudo-gods, this is already my limit. 】

Kalas was silent, and Motarian across from him duly quieted down, Kalas felt himself tremble, he didn't understand - why was he the one left behind every time?

He couldn't even die properly!

As if aware of something was wrong with Callas, Motarian blinked and said casually,

And you know...... I'm already at the limit. 】

Mortarian casually raised his hand, it was not a human hand, mist and ashes fell from under the mutilated insect carapace, and it was in tatters,

Kalas was silent, "I'm already at my limit. ”

Motarian waved his hand weakly, "I believe you, Karas," said the Pale Lord, "You are the only one of us who has experienced a long low. 】

[And......] Motarian looked up again, as if looking for something, [I was worried that he was also at the limit.] 】

"He? That idiot? ”

Callas let out a flirtatious taunt, "The galaxy exploded, and that idiot could continue to eat his food." ”

......Motarian shook his head, "I have some very bad inferences, have you forgotten the last time I lost control, Karas? 】

"You?" Kalas choked, "What does this have to do with that idiot?" ”

[My loss of control, the loss of control of the archangel...... More power is not always better. 】

[I may have understood earlier why the Lord of Humanity did not choose more power—he knew what the price was. 】

[No one is immune......]

Motarian sighed, "I can still rely on the help of the deceased, but what about the deceased? 】

"He's not like you," Kalas scoffed, "you think that thing can obey the laws of subspace?" ”

Motarian just shook his head, and the original body was silent for a moment before speaking again,

[Karas, remember what I brought back from Mars,]

If he comes back, remember to tell him. 】

Callas's complexion changed, and in the end, he had no choice but to respond,

"Why don't you let those oil guys do it for you?"

[The authorities are confused, they are more likely to be confused...... It's easier to surrender. 】

Motarian said that he looked getting tired,

【…… But if Hades isn't in the right form...... Not the person you know well...... Don't give it to him...... Conceal its existence...... Callas...... You judge for yourself...... If necessary...... Tell the Praetorian about this. 】

Motarian stretched out his hand and took the dreadnought's hand,

[Be sure to remember...... Callas...... That's why one of the two of us must be sober...... I must leave you behind...... Remember what he really looked like...... Just in case...... Only we will not be deceived by appearances......]

[Volks' trust him too much...... Only you can ......]

The Pale Lord's face became more and more blurred, and finally soaked in the river of memory.

Don't...... Kalas wondered, that idiot wasn't what he knew him anymore?

Also, Callas's memories began to deepen, and he remembered the last words that the Lord of Death had given him, the thing from Mars......

31, Motarian and Angron, Lord of the Red Sands, traveled to Mars to defeat the fragment of the Void Dragon, and then the Lord of Death brought the fragment back to the Stormstorm Field, where it was imprisoned somewhere.

Mortally wounded in the battle of the Void Dragon, Angelon fell into a deep sleep.

…… Stargod, this strange word popped into Callas's mind, he didn't know exactly what the fool had been through, but based on Motarian's performance, it seemed to be what made the fool even stronger.

Similar to the power of faith.

But what if he's not in the right state — isn't he? What does this mean exactly?

Kalas frowned tightly, could it be that Hades was also eaten by the power of faith? What kind of existence can be counterattacked?

But he remembered the image of Motarian once out of control, and cold sweat subconsciously ran down Callas's head, and he should have been more cautious about this no matter what.

Kalas paced, pulled out the council board, and began to browse through the current situation of the Death Guard, as well as the situation of the Empire.

No, as soon as the fool returns, the Death Guard will immediately obey him, and even if Kalas opposes it, it will only be a mantis arm.

The immediate priority now is Motarian, and Kalas is once again calculating with numerology that the Pale Lord is summoning them, and that the Death Guard must set off, as well as informing as many trusted allies as possible.

If the fool was good, then he would have wanted them to get Motarian back; If stupidity is bad, then Kalas must get Motarian back.

And...... Kalas calculates that the power of the Corrupt Heaven is already weak, very weak...... Two of the three rings are missing...... Motarian did not fail.

Urgent footsteps sounded in the corridor, this time there were many more, and Kalas calmly looked up at the stern expressions of the Death Guard management,

"Summoning order," Kalas said, "Supreme Order, call all sub-regiments back, and the legions ready to enter the subspace for battle. ”

"Tell Faos and Greier to tell them that their master is back—let those madmen go to the fools."

"Don't help Faros hide it, tell Huron to stand still and let Terra know what's going on over there."

"Tyra's side ignores - they won't send someone to ask, if there is a spy, leave it alone."

Ten thousand years of government affairs old fritters, Kalas immediately gave his order.

Carlaston paused, no...... He also needs someone who will not be confused by the so-called Primordials, Hades, Black Holes, Moth Monsters, Authority, and Bloodline to find his way.

Kalas then began to grieve over Garo's departure.

"Contact the Ultramarine, just say that the nearest subspace needs to be vigilant,"

Callas said impatiently, "Also, tell them to release that bounce of Buzz, and the death guards will use it." ”

"Tell the cub not to sleep, get up and work."

Hurriedly, slowly spinning above Barbarus, it was destined to be a sleepless night for the Death Guard tonight.

The resuscitated Kalas stood aboard the Fortitude with a complicated expression, staring at the dark starry sky...... Where is that being?

He's back, so why didn't he contact the Death Guard?

And also...... Were Motarian's fears just unfounded?

The huge giant slowly rose from the grave, and there was a faint disturbing restlessness in the bright sky.

And this, just like he didn't know that Greenskin was coming over WAAAAGH, Hades still didn't know anything.

He casually threw the Magnus Stone and shot the greenskin in front of him in the head.

"WELL," SAID HADES, "IT SEEMS THAT LETTING GREENSKINS CALL ME HADES DOESN'T MAKE ME ANY MORE WAAAAGH...... But...... Is it okay to devour the greenskin psionic energy? ”

He scratched his head, looking up in the pile of green-skinned corpses, his mechanical eyes searching for the next suitable planet,

"Blake!" Hades shouted, "Let's make some preparations, and then we'll go to the next planet to upload the Cult of Mortarian!! ”

Hades raised his arms,

“WAAAAGH！！！”

Blake also raised his tomahawk, but this time Hades held back and didn't shout again.

Eventually, Hades decided to get a taste of the greenskins before leaving.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, and he would use Magnus in the black domain.

(End of chapter)