Hades clutched the dagger tightly and woke up amidst the jolts and people's cries.
He shook his head and gradually regained consciousness.
Just now, he passed out due to loss of strength.
The truck holding the people was still moving forward slowly. Based on the inclination, Hades judged that they were climbing the mountain - and they had already climbed to a medium-low altitude.
The night of Barbarus is over, and the puppets hunting slaves are sending them to the alien lord's fortress on the top of the mountain.
Hades gritted his teeth. He crawled in the completely enclosed cage containing them, crawling and tapping the floor - he was looking for the weakest point in the cage.
Yes, he wants to escape, even if there is no hope, even if the gap between us and the enemy is huge, but as long as Hades is still breathing, he will never accept his fate.
He will never accept his fate.
Even if he is captured, he can still use his limbs to struggle to find a way out; even if his limbs are broken, he can bite the enemy with his teeth; even if his teeth are broken, he can still stare at the opponent with contempt and spit out a mouthful of blood to tell him , Hades will never accept his fate!
There is only one chance to escape, and it can only be now. If time continues to flow, then the slave team will run to a higher altitude - there, Barbarus's poison gas is more deadly, and people make crude self-made poisons. The mask was no protection against the poisonous gases, and they would die in painful minutes of suffocation.
Since there is no information about the mountain, Hades can only decide to break the cage first. At this point, he can only adapt to the situation and take one step at a time.
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In the small closed space, people were wailing and crying. Hades squeezed through the people around him, discarding all noise. He tapped on the floor, concentrating on finding the weakest point.
——Finally, he found it.
He pushed away a sobbing old woman sitting on top (although she looked very old, but she was probably only thirty years old). That person ignored Hades at all. Most of the people in the warehouse were already frightened. All that was left in the Devouring Land was weeping.
He took out his dagger and began to dig into the ground. The poison gas helped him a lot. The floor that had been exposed to the poison gas environment for a long time was not as hard as it looked. Hades quickly dug a small hole out.
A higher concentration of poisonous gas floated in from the small holes, and Hades saw hope, small, but there.
But it's still not enough.
Hades continued to dig hard, and the noisy digging sound and the poisonous gas seeping in from the outside slowly emerged from under him.
Following his behavior, the crying in the carriage gradually stopped. The villagers, who had been hiding and crying all their lives and tortured to the point of collapse by fear, stared blankly at Hades' behavior.
They didn't seem to realize what Hades was doing, but at the same time, they realized-
Now is the time to still struggle.
A strong and thin young man emerged from the crowd. He was dressed in ragged clothes and had a sly face.
He crawled to Hades' side half-kneeling and patted Hades on the shoulder.
"let me help you."
Hades was stunned. He turned back to look at the man and found that his hand was empty.
"You don't even have a knife, how are you going to help me?"
The young man was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and spoke as if he had made great determination.
"I'm a psyker."
There was a buzz in Hades's mind. There were almost no living, adult, and healthy psykers on Barbarus.
An idea flashed through Hades's brain like lightning.
"Are you Typhon? Calastyphon?!"
The other party nodded bitterly,
"What's wrong? Even now, do you still despise me, a freak?"
Hades shook his head instantly. He looked at Typhon firmly, his eyes bright.
"No, I believe you, let us escape together."
"I just... didn't expect to meet you here..."
Hades carefully organized his words, hoping not to hurt Typhon as much as possible. After all, Typhon is a key figure in the plot of Warhammer.
What's more, he now needs to use Typhon's spiritual power to escape from here.
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Calas Typhon, why do we need people?
Karastifon, the true leader of the Fourteenth Legion (ahem, no), the first company commander of the Fourteenth Legion, Mortarion's former best friend, a despicable young man, a filial son with a loving father and a filial son. , ■■■■■, a psyker born from an alien father and a human mother.
His claim to fame was single-handedly destroying the entire Death Guard.
In the original plot, Karastifon was Mortarion's close friend in Barbarus. Inspired by him, Mortarion escaped from the imprisonment of his alien adoptive father and successfully reached the human gathering place under the mountain.
After this, Mortarion and Karastifon formed and led the resistance together. (Although most of them were formed by Mortarion)
It can be said that Karastifon is Mortarion's guide in the human world.
Mortarion was extremely tolerant and indulgent of this human he met for the first time.
This also led to the rebellion of Karastifon, who later became the Death Guard. He repeatedly acted rebelliously, but was still not killed by Mortarion.
In the end, Mortarion, who was unable to recognize people, was directly sacrificed by the entire legion of Karastifon. It was another day of filial piety for fathers and sons.
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Typhon's appearance here can only mean one thing.
In the original books, the encounter between Mortarion and Karastyphon began when Typhon escaped from the slave car.
In other words, Mortarion will send a strong man from the sky later, and Hades will most likely not die in this wave! ! !
He can run out!
As for the upcoming meeting with Mortarion, Hades is not interested. The most important thing now is to survive!
Don't think about the betrayal hundreds of years later. If you don't run away, you will be BBQed by the aliens!
Hades stepped aside to make way for Typhon to begin his psychic performance.
Come on, Typhon, give everyone the whole job!
Typhon frowned, and a strange white light condensed on his hand——
Okay, ugh, fuck, let’s go——
The white light suddenly dimmed,
"It shouldn't be like this. I feel like my connection to the subspace has been weakened..."
Typhon whispered to himself.
Hades stared at him, brother, can you do it? Can you do it, brother?
However, what they didn't know was that it was Hades's untouchable-like physique that blocked Typhon's connection with the subspace.
They may be thankful that Hades's physique can grow with Hades. Now Hades is still a child and very weak, which means that he can only weaken the subspace connection.
It was Hades's slow-growing physique that made Hades not think of himself as an untouchable at first. After all, in his memory, because the untouchable was like a black hole in subspace, They are constantly and unconsciously devouring the souls around them, so any creature with a soul will subconsciously hate them.
The untouchables are the kind that are hated by thousands of people, and some may even try to hunt them down out of inexplicable hatred.
It was precisely because of these perceptions of Hades that he did not think of himself as untouchable in the first place.
If a psyker dares to use psychic powers next to a powerful untouchable, he will most likely explode and die on the spot.
But Hades doesn't know these yet.
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He was watching silently as Typhon moved back a little bit, as if he was accumulating strength for his ultimate move.
As the distance between them widened, the white light instantly became dazzling. Through the breathing mask, Typhon shouted,
"Get out of the way!!!"
The dazzling white light instantly flooded the small cage, and the explosion caused by psychic energy impacted Hades. The huge psychic impact even knocked over the truck. Together with the truck, they rolled and fell into the ravine.
When the white light disappeared, a huge gap appeared on the floor.
The poisonous gas surged in, and Typhon was the first to half-roll out of the gap. He retched subconsciously, but did not run away immediately. He turned around and pulled Hades out.
Hades could now see his surroundings. They were now in the middle of a hillside, surrounded by only gravel and dead grass except for a fortress.
The roll just now caused them to fall into a small ravine. Slightly higher up the hillside, the small escort vehicles of the slave catching team slowed down and stopped. The puppets of the lords yelled at each other and got out of the car, trying to get here.
Further away, there is a fortress. The tall walls stand depressingly in the thick fog, making people feel that the castle is not trying to protect something, but rather imprisoning something.
In the mist, on the crenellations of the castle's outer wall, stood a tall, thin and dry figure——
It's Mortarion.
