Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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Mortalian knew Hades' abilities, but the Primarch didn't know the extent of Hades' Dark Realm.

Hades looked towards the location of the main city and cried out, "Hold on!"

You have to hold on!

And in that place that holds the concerns of most of the Deathguard's high command—

"Damn it! Don't you dare smear meat in my face!!!"

Flames erupted violently from the backpack. Hades, holding an obituary in one hand and a white gun in the other, leaped high from the tentacle to dodge the tentacle that was crashing down on him. The tentacle, as wide as a street, slammed heavily into the spot where Hades had just been standing. The large tentacle, composed of countless small tentacles, immediately exploded due to the force, splattering blood and flesh everywhere.

The tiny tentacles danced in the air like a school of flying fish leaping from the ocean, and Hades, in despair, ripped off one of the tentacles that clung to him again.

Even if he opens the Dark Domain, those dead tentacles will still bite him tightly due to physiological convulsions.

After they reached the very end of the enormous tentacle, the psionic fluctuations became noticeably stronger, and the close proximity made the tentacle's ranged attacks less frequent.

Realizing that he couldn't help Hades at all, Blanca decisively chose to separate the team from Hades.

We'll find somewhere to stay! It's none of your business!

Blanca's cursing voice came through the channel.

But then Blanca suddenly asked another question.

Are you sure you can beat it?

Hades nodded firmly.

That's fine then. We really can't help you right now!

There was no time to say anything more. There was no need to elaborate on the war. In just a few words, both sides were worried about the other's life, but Hades couldn't do anything more at this moment, so they parted ways decisively.

For Hades, the most feasible way to protect Blanca and the others is to kill the tentacle leader as early as possible.

Honestly, the best way to support your teammates is to take down the enemy boss.

Hades is now speeding along on a giant tentacle, facing a screen full of fleshy tentacles. Because the Dark Domain is active, the tentacle on which Hades is located cannot move.

With the boost from the jetpack, Hades swore he'd never run this fast in his life, but even at his current speed, it would still take him some time to reach the central psionic core on this tentacle that covered most of the city.

As Hades drew ever closer to its core, the giant tentacle, realizing Hades' intentions, visibly began to panic, but its sheer size prevented it from effectively attacking Hades.

+Hiss! Ahh ...

The panicked giant tentacle began to shriek with psionic energy, its most powerful ability. The shriek, accompanied by the surging power of the warp, would shatter anyone's mental defenses and expose their fragile soul.

A massive wave of psionic energy, so dense it was visible to the naked eye, surged towards Hades—

Hades' speed did not slow down at all, and the tentacles were horrified to find that even the psionic shock around Hades' body had completely disappeared!

No, no, no, no, no, no!!!

It realized that psionic attacks were ineffective against Hades, but even its most powerful spells were completely ineffective!

This parasitic alien race, which is highly dependent on psychic energy, has long since degenerated its physical body. Apart from attempting to use its massive flesh and blood for the most primitive attacks, it is fundamentally incapable of organizing effective and precise physical attacks.

They have long abandoned inefficient and outdated physical attacks and turned to the embrace of the warp. For the soul creatures that are scattered throughout the galaxy, the tentacle race are the real predators. No soul race has ever failed to bow down to their rule, and they easily prey on them.

Only higher-level psionic beings can contend with the tentacles. Those enemies that rely on physical attacks will be defeated by the tentacles' psionic attacks, as only their controllers possess souls.

But now, for the first time, the tentacles felt the fear of facing their natural enemy!

It was like a primitive race encountering psionicists for the first time, witnessing their completely unconventional psionic power for the first time. Now, the tentacles had also seen it—that utterly incomprehensible power.

It is completely immune to its psionic attacks, and its ruthless and unreasonable abilities!

No! The scene I had envisioned—being crushed to death by sheer numbers with flesh and blood—did not occur. Instead, the enemy was rapidly approaching, heading towards its core area where spiritual energy and souls were stored!

——No, no, no, no——

"Moving?"

Vox said something out of the blue, while Garo stared intently at the screen.

In the images transmitted by the sensors, the massive tentacle that was firmly rooted above the main city seemed to be loosening, as if it wanted to pull itself out of the ground and move into the distance.

"...as if they were hiding from something."

Vox and Gara looked at each other simultaneously, both realizing something. Finally, Vox spoke slowly.

"I think it's unlikely that the Death Guard fleet posed a threat to it. The psionic shield above the dome shows no signs of wavering."

"Then...it can only be..."

Vox swallowed the second half of his sentence; it was too exaggerated, beyond his comprehension.

Galo glanced at him, her eyes also filled with disbelief.

But in the end, Galo still managed to speak with difficulty.

"Be prepared to halt the orbital attack at any time. If the main alien dies, the psionic shield above the dome will shatter immediately."

"We...we cannot accidentally harm Hades."

Hades is very strong, they all agree, strong enough to defeat most Death Guards, but...

But this is still too outrageous.

We've arrived, we've finally arrived.

The enormous eyeball was right in front of him. Hades jumped up with all his might. The tentacles under his feet were sticky and slippery, making it difficult to exert force. However, Hades still managed to use his experience to push off and get up. The jetpack roared, and the backpack, which was about to burn out of fuel, was now spraying out to provide Hades with lift in the air.

Hades switched to the black gun. The black gun charged more slowly, but it was suitable for the current situation. He aimed at the pupil in the center of the large eyeball. Strangely enough, Hades saw what appeared to be an expression of fear in the eyes of this inhuman alien.

Above the sky, all the tentacles of the alien no longer cared about harming its main body; they were now lashing out at Hades in the very center, like a closed lotus of flesh and blood, but with the force of millions of tons.

With a thrust of the jet of air, Hades fired the first shot. A dazzling flash appeared from the muzzle of Tarasin's pistol as a beam of particles hurtled toward the eyeball.

Just as the particle beam was about to contact the eyeball, a thin film suddenly covered the eyeball.

I didn't expect this thing to have eyelids.

Hades thought of this, but the pistol from Tarachin was no ordinary weapon. As if sensing the defense on the other side, it generated a small warp layer directly in front of the particle beam, and on the other side of the warp layer—

Those defenseless eyeballs!

+Hiss! Aaaaaaah! +

The membrane suddenly burst open, and a rapid stream of blood gushed out. Hades' once white eyeballs were now clouded. Ignoring the blood-soaked curtain that severely obscured his vision, he gripped his scythe and swooped down—

The alien's psionic core was located slightly below its eyeball.

Hades slammed straight in!

+Ahhhhhh! +

Hades, forcing his way through layers of flesh and blood, felt as if he were swimming in an extremely sticky swamp. He struggled to control his direction as he plummeted toward the spot where the psionic energy had flashed.

Here! Hades contracted the dark domain to its limit, then poured it into the obituary—

cut!

At that moment, everyone except Hades saw the light.

A sky full of psychic flashes seemed to suddenly appear in their field of vision, but then vanished without a trace the next moment, as if it were just a small illusion in everyone's eyes.

All the tentacles that were falling from the horizon began to loosen and disintegrate, crashing heavily onto the original location of the main eyeball.

All the mortals controlled by the tentacles collapsed to the ground, while the small tentacles that were originally baring their fangs and claws suddenly lost their vitality, leaving only slight physiological twitching.

The psionic passport in the sky shattered instantly, and the psionic energy, no longer under conscious control, scattered like fragments of light.

As if anticipated, the light spears aimed directly at the main city area weakened and then disappeared.

it's dark.

Apart from the occasional flickering flames in the main urban area, everything else was extinguished.

"Is this... over?"

Horus looked toward the main city in disbelief; the Primarch's astonishing keen senses had already detected that the target they were about to exterminate was already dead.

He needs an explanation.

However, Mortarian responded by rushing toward the main city.

"it's over"

Mortarian murmured to his brother, his eyes fixed on the countless distress signals Hades was sending through the channel.

One more chapter to come, wait for me to finish writing.

By the way, as usual, the author, who's terrible at naming things, needs you guys to come up with names for the two guns.

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It seems there's only one week left until the college entrance exam. I wish all the senior high school students the best of luck in their studies this week, to keep up their skills by practicing with past papers, to maintain a stable mindset, and to perform well in the exam and achieve their best results.

May the Emperor bless every human soul that is willing to strive.

Chapter 208 Multiple people, placement, tentacles

Horus swore that even in the years when he was not found by the Empire, he had never seen such an absurd and real scene as today.

The streets were filled with fleshy tentacles, human corpses and tentacles piled up one on top of another, emitting a strong stench of decay. Turbid blood flowed down the ground along with chunks of flesh and eyes, and to move forward, one had to step on the corpses.

In the dimly lit world, there was only flesh and corpses everywhere.

But this wasn't the most absurd thing for Horus. The Primarch had seen battlefields far more devastating than this, empty spaces filled with the corpses of both friendly warriors and enemies.

Horus looked up at his brother, Mortarion, and he didn't know what to say; words began to fail him.

Mortarion, Mortarion, he was digging, digging on a mountain of flesh and blood. The Death Guard beside him was also trying his best to assist the Primarch in this work. Although Mortarion could have left this entirely to his progeny, the Primarch probably thought that would be too slow, so Mortarion started digging himself.

Horus still remembered that just now, the Lord of Death strode into the pile of corpses and walked resolutely toward the mountain of corpses in the very center. Corpse fluid and tentacles slid off Mortarion's armor, but Mortarion's steps did not stop for a moment.

"Sorry, please wait a moment."

After throwing those words at the Wolf God, Mortarion began his excavation.

Digging in a pile of tentacles that was constantly sinking and collapsing was not a good idea. Mortarion and his men cleared out enough tentacles, slippery and sticky, which the Death Guards threw all over the place. Horus wasn't sure how deep they had dug, but he was certain that they didn't intend to stop until they found something.

Finally, as if he had discovered something, Mortarian squatted down without any regard for appearances, and plunged most of his body, along with his huge scythe of obliteration, into the hole they were digging.

Horus was already at his limit of astonishment. Mortarion's unseemly behavior shocked him. Horus originally thought that after seeing these things, he would no longer be surprised, but obviously, after Mortarion brought up what he had dug up, Horus realized that his definition of "limit" was not accurate.

Mortarian carefully lifted his scythe upwards. Something heavy seemed to be hanging from the end of the scythe, forcing Mortarian to adjust his position several times to avoid slipping on the slippery pile.

Then he brought it up—

A cluster of tentacles?

Mortarian slammed the large mass of tentacles to the ground with a "thud," and then the Death Guards swarmed forward, beginning to manually peel them away. Finally, a bit of the bone-white edge of armor peeked out, and it appeared to be a hand.

Mortarion grabbed the hand and, as if trying to shake off the tentacles clinging to the armor, lifted Hades up and began to shake him. As the tentacles peeled off, a dying Death Guard was revealed.

Perhaps the scene was too overwhelming, Horus felt he was at a loss for words. The Wolf God tried to think carefully about the whole process, trying to figure out what kind of logic led him to witness such a scene, but he was just too shocked. Horus felt he should be embarrassed, but Mortarian's actions were smooth and natural, without him feeling anything was amiss.

Finally, Horus decided to temporarily abandon thinking about the matter. He looked at the scene and stopped trying to speak.

Mortarion laid Hades back down on the ground, and the Primarch crouched down to check on Hades' condition.

Due to the immense pressure, cracks had appeared in the Death Guard's armor, and it was clear that some liquid from the tentacles had seeped into them.

Mortarian first accessed the information stored in Hades' armor. Good, all four limbs were intact, but he seemed to be somewhat delirious.

Then Mortarian carefully read the life stats on Hades' armor. Good, no need for rescue. He was just paralyzed by the venom from the tentacles. Mortarian was certain that even if they didn't come to rescue Hades, he would be able to crawl out on his own once his body had broken free of the poison.

He still thought Hades was about to die; this thought had been swirling in Mortalian's mind for a long time, making the Primarch feel the growing fear that was climbing upwards.

Fortunately it was a false alarm.

Mortarion breathed a sigh of relief expressionlessly, then casually wiped his hands on Hades' slightly cleaner armor, cleaning off the venom he had gotten on himself while digging at him. He still had to talk to Horus later and couldn't afford to get his hands dirty.

Of course, this also includes Mortarion's personal emotions, such as mocking Hades for not being dead and asking him to save him, and sending a bunch of distress signals, which led Mortarion to disregard his image in front of Horus.

"If he's alright, take him back first."

Mortarion gave orders to the Death Guards, then silently picked up his scythe and walked toward the numb Horus.

Mortarian felt that Horus should speak first, and Mortarian could answer whatever Horus asked. However, Mortarian stood confidently in front of Horus for three seconds, but Horus still did not speak.

So only Mortarion could speak up.

"It's just like what you see."