…… No...... No...... No......

The Bone Crusher's ship coughed, spitting out alien dross.

A little fire fell in the starry sky, and a little fire trapped in the green light fluttered in the middle of it, and a little fragment of gold satin flashed—

…… Take me there......

The wreckage of the greenskin ship mingled with the corpses of the Tyranns, and the flames were blazing, slowly lighting up among the pile of corpses.

…… Take me there......

His gaze was on the planet where dead silence was spreading...... The Void Dragon, the Nighthuer, and Him...... A familiar aura lingered around him...... That's exactly what He wanted......

…… Take me there......

……………………

That's an even more ancient story.

So far back that these nascent races have not yet been born.

It's been so long that the space necrons are not space necrons.

At that time, they were called the Fear of the Dead.

At that time, He was called the Messenger.

Now He is called a fraudster.

Words are His weapons, love and hatred, anger and hatred, sweet words drenched in honey, promises that are stronger than gold, He creates beautiful illusions, He casts hazy fogs, He watches them fall into madness.

He dug out hatred, and in the depths of his consciousness he brought out a treasure called hatred, and kindled the flames of this long battle through the ages.

The Fear of the Dead began to envy and hate the Ancient Sages.

He promises splendor and paints an immortal future.

The living body is transformed, and the fearful abandon the body and turn into a metal body.

He is despicable by nature, a generation of jackals, and instigates his comrades to eat their siblings.

[You've tasted the soul, my friend......]

The soul of the feared ...... The kernel of these short-lived species.

[Delicious?] ]

[No, no, no, true deliciousness is not the soul......]

The golden silk poured down, and out of his mouth spout the source of calamity,

[Zhen Yu is of the same race, you and I...... And so the power came from within. ]

He convinced every star god that the rest were the most delicious beings in the world, far more delicious than the stars, far more drunk than the soul.

The stars and gods began to crusade against each other and devour each other.

However, after losing their souls, the former slaves turned their guns and aimed at the star gods who were fighting each other.

…… Crushed, imprisoned, banished, ten thousand years after ten thousand years, in the blink of an eye, it must pass ten thousand years.

The people who devoured each other were either mad or shattered together, sealed to a corner of the galaxy, until all the stars and gods were forgotten by the universe.

The only intact star god...... The outsider, however, after devouring many star gods, fell into madness in the screams of the star gods and exiled himself from the galaxy.

Their time has come to an end, and along with the dust from the necronomical tombs in space, the gods on the physical side have fallen, and all that remains are rats.

The eternal battle ended, the ancient saints were far away, monstrous waves were set off in the subspace, the chaotic octagonal appeared, and the four subspace gods slowly sat down.

The greed of the subspace began to infect the real universe, but the star gods were shattered and imprisoned.

Their time is long gone.

Until......

Until......

Until that human defeated the fragments of the Void Dragon and imprisoned them in the Martian wilderness.

The gears of the Om Messiah begin to spin, and human greed and ambition forge new miracles.

The fragmented He couldn't and couldn't notice it, but the arrogant space necro threw a part of him at it—

He saw it.

He wanted to reach it.

He wants to devour it.

He wants to replace it.

Devouring between the stars would allow them to gain access to the abilities of the devoured, he looked forward to.

He expects ...... So expectant...... Its greed is so huge, so wonderful and pure desire, so peculiar existence...... He felt himself stirred, and the fond memories of his kindred people eons ago came to mind, if it were ...... He will have no trouble instigating it to continue eating, inciting it to madness.

Devour, devour, devour!

The star god had fallen into the abyss because of his appetite.

Even if He was just a fragment of captivity, He had infinite time and energy, every move of the piece, every coaxing, every success, He carefully manipulated, stirring up its dreams, trying to get more information about it.

Until......

Until the madman of that subspace discovered Him.

[The Emperor] is coming.

Scarlet robes are adorned with treasures, crimson velvet cloaks hang from the floor, Stuart-like bodice is neatly arranged with gold threads, white glazed velvet covers most of the body, red roses and bows are layered, and gold and red high-top pearl-white leather boots fall down.

In the white gloves of the golden tassels, the golden scepter is lightly lit to the ground, and the mysterious subspace incantation is inlaid on it, and it is full of brilliance.

A crown is dazzling.

+ Who are you looking for? +

Beneath the crown and silver hair, a pair of eyes were looking at the fraudster fragment with interest.

[You're looking for him too?] ]

The Emperor smiled silently, his glove-wrapped hand playing with the gem at the top of the scepter.

The deceitful smiled, he is the best being in the world at playing with people's hearts.

[I can help you...... Do you want to find your former subordinate and help him, or do you want to ......]

[Destroy it?] ]

The smile in the emperor's eyes thickened.

+ I can help you break free from the bondage of now. +

The tip of the scepter reached out, pointing at the cage of the necromancy that imprisoned him.

+ Go find it, + Makado said lightly, + Look at it for me. +

+ After that, bring it to me...... Regardless of the kernel. +

The Emperor raised his eyes slightly, and the scepter he had pointed on the necromantic structure did not move, the tip of which was slightly circled, waiting for the fraudster's answer.

The corners of the fraudster's mouth tugged at the corners of his mouth,

[Looks like we're thinking the same thing.] ]

They knew what would happen if the fraudsters didn't agree.

If the fraudster does not agree...... Machado won't just walk away.

The two demigods spent a lot of time testing each other, and in the end the deceitful thought that the other side was a fool controlled by subspace.

The emperor did not understand what the star god meant at all.

After devouring and replacing it, the fraudster can easily break the oath, which He has always mastered.

Using language as a chess game, they came to a consensus, the emperor helped the fraudster break free from the cage, and the fraudster was the first to sense its return, and then ...... It's His stage.

He will devour it, replace it, and take its physical authority...... Make it pay for its previous greed.

The golden silk flutters across the galaxy, and because it is a creation of the ancient saints, the Orcs are inherently repulsed by him.

The orc...... Why is obsession so powerful......

He didn't have to spend much energy on the Orcs right now, he was trying to resonate with the fragments of Hades' body and interfere with it.

…… Past......

Looks like it's going to take another ride.

The deceitful waited, and his cunning nature began to stir again.

The idea of the emperor is simply empty talk...... Does He want the Fraudster to work for Him, or does he want the Fraudster to be consumed by it and then make it work for Him, a subspace existence?

Perhaps he was simply caught up in the madness of being held hostage by authority.

Tyron's hiss rang out, thick fleshy tentacles wrapped around him, and the smile on the crook's lips deepened.

On the throne of subspace, the Emperor was silent, arrogantly figuring out his scepter.

The fraudster laughed at him for not understanding the star gods.

He laughed at him for not understanding Hades.

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"The Bone Crusher is back?"

Buz said in surprise that after the Bone Crusher's fleet went deeper into the interior of the sector, their advance ship followed suit.

The news from within the Octarius Sector surprised everyone.

The starplate of the Orc Orcs and the shipwrecks of the Tyrann fleet alone had reached a shameful level, and those voids of scrap iron and flesh were suspended...... From afar, it even dyed the stars red.

But for the Human Empire, this may be good news.

This means that the alien races within the Octarius star field have been greatly weakened, and Butz and the political commissar Arek judged that it was the power of the Ok and Tyrann in the Octarius star field that the bone crusher chose to enter the star field immediately.

Buzz was silent, his political and military instincts telling him that the war between the Greenskins and the Tyranns was not easy.

According to Tarron's habits, fight a war of attrition with all his might...... That's ridiculous.

At Bouz's insistence, the advance force managed to capture some of the greenskins...... However...... The words from the alien tongue shocked him even more.

Buzz remembers that he, Kim, Kirkland, and Commissar Arik were watching the greenskin in the torture room.

The greenskin said......

“WAAAAAGH！！！ Touching his face for the sake of death!!! ”

Buz, who was drinking tea, squirted out a mouthful of water, and at that moment, time seemed to become extremely slow, and Hades only remembered that he put down Commissar Arik at a not very gentle speed, and then immediately ordered the Commissar to erase this part of his memory.

Kirkland's somewhat resentful voice came from the side,

"Didn't you respect him very much just now, this son of Hades?"

Buzz coughed, worriedly watching the medic leave with Alek.

Only Jin stared straight at the green skin, and the pixels on the sage's face jumped,

After a long time, Jin slowly spoke,

"My lord has joined in these interracial strife."

Buzz nodded, but a more bad premonition slowly rose in his mind like a dark cloud, and he always had a premonition that he was going to hear something very bad.

Sure enough, next, in the mouth of a greenskin, Buzz heard something even more shocking to him.

“……”

The three of them stood in place, looking at each other.

“…… So ......"

Buzz said with difficulty, "My father ......" he swallowed again, "Playing as an Orc himself, he formed a green-skinned empire to drain Tyranny's power?" ”

He almost felt dizzy, and that wasn't what Callas's predecessor had mentioned in his letter—

No amount of crazy or arrogant fantasies would appear in such fantasies, and he was ready to see a monster of metal and darkness—

But now the facts tell him that the father of genes, whom he is wary of and wary of, is playing a green, black and green skin?

？？？！！！！

Buzz felt a little out of breath for a moment, and the Son of Hades took a deep breath, trying to make sense of the mysterious words in Greenskin's mouth again.

He couldn't imagine it...... If the Empire knew that the Immortal was leading the Greenskins into battle...... Hades alone took the initiative to help the Greenskins develop this...... Even the most tolerant inquisitors will resolutely cry out heresy.

Almost subconsciously began to think about how to help the Hades cover up this matter, this kind of thing can't be spread at all, not only the conservative high lord, this matter itself is challenging the bottom line and laws of the human empire.

If it comes out, in addition to fierce opposition, it will inevitably lead to imitators, which is not a good thing.

But compared to Buzz, who had already begun to break out in a cold sweat, the remaining two mechanical sages looked much more sensible,

"Take it easy,"

Realizing Bouz's nervousness, Kim Dae Sage said slowly,

"Praise be to Hades, we still have room to control this matter, and...... Our Lord has succeeded, and the Tyranids have been destroyed. ”

Buzz wanted to say something, and his words came up and down several times, and finally, he smiled awkwardly,

"I understand who that whimsical atmosphere in the warband comes from."

"It's more expensive to be a judge."

"You are a former regent of the Empire, and now an Imperial Hero."

Kirkland said unconcernedly, "Don't tell me you haven't dealt with anything like this – but these are the little things. ”

"The important thing is, we need to go to Him!"

"Even the aliens know how to worship Him as a god, what are we professing believers doing? Dereliction of duty, complete dereliction of duty! What are we still cringing at? After our inaction, He even went down to solve the crisis himself! ”

Kirkland shook his head, sighing and reprimanding,

"Why don't we move now? I had tolerated your caution in the name of cowardice—but now you have no reason to delay any longer, Kim! Little cub! If you don't move, Faros will go alone! ”

Kim revealed one: D, "Shut up, Kirkland."

Kim shut up Kirkland, and the Great Sage looked at Buzz, waiting for Buzz's decision.

Buzz was silent, and the Immortal's actions disrupted his previous mental construction...... A green-skinned Hades...... Death reigns above......

Buzz sighed in his heart as he combed through the current information.

Now within Octarius, the most threatening armies have been wiped out, and the Bone Crushers have turned back and targeted their troops at their troops.

In addition, he knew that Hades was the founder of this greenskin empire.

Booz pondered for a moment,

"Send troops, move forward."

The Son of Hades said, "Divide a part of your army and let Alec drag the Bone Crushers, and we'll bypass them and go straight to Hades." ”

Kirkland let out a muffled cheer.

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…… Hungry......

…… Eat......

In the silence, the sirens chirped.

Hades slowly opened his eyes, and the sobriety after a nap made him feel even more tired, and in the dimly lit room, Hades saw the image of the Greenskin Guard lying on the ground.

Hades blinked, his mind began to dull, as if he had just woken up, and Hades didn't seem surprised at all when he saw the green skin.

…… Hungry......

The shrill siren sounded past his ears, and Hades stood up in a trance, he walked to the door and pushed it open—

He saw dead bodies everywhere.

All kinds of unmanaged instruments are screaming, the red and yellow lights of warning echo each other, and in the distance, the building that has lost the blessing of my power of thought is collapsing.

The blinding sunlight shone straight down his face, and Hades squinted and looked up to see the sky falling down the Tyranid biopod,

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The earthquake trembled, and with the tremor, Hades raised his eyes and looked into the distance,

As far as his eye could see, he saw the green-skinned ancient giant garbage galloping towards this side, a huge green-skinned corpse standing above the ancient giant garbage, shouting in the direction of the command room,

"Black Boss——!!! You okay?!!! ”

Hades opened his mouth, and before his eyes, the darkness on the soles of his feet spread,

Don't come here!!!

Hades raised his arms and waved his shout,

"Don't-"

Rumble!!!

The green skin on the top of the ancient giant garbage fell, and the ancient giant garbage rushed down as if it had lost control.

The dust and fog rose and the creature chamber crashed into the ground like a machine gun, and Hades stood in place, watching the Tyranns who had crawled out of the pod begin to attack each other.

In a trance, Hades returned to the afternoon when he had just woken up.

He seemed to be hungry and out of control for a while?

Hades slowly raised his hand, and the silver-white metal condensed into a giant scythe in his hand, and a subtle arc of electricity rose.

He was hungry.

(End of chapter)