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

Chapter 807 [249.] Warm up

“shitshitshitshit!!!”

It ran at full speed, with huge explosions bursting behind it. The truly fearless never looked back at the explosion. Taraxin's back was burned by the extremely high temperature, and the living metal hissed. It covered it again to try to alleviate the damage.

"Orekan-Orekan-quack! Help me!!!"

The Necron Overlords fled desperately. Above the planet, the star that was watching them collapsed in the madness of the Storm King. A huge Deceiver fragment rose up from the center of the rapidly collapsing star, roaring.

But none of this is the most urgent.

While running for his life, Taraxin tried to teleport across dimensions. His body flashed back and forth, but he just couldn't teleport away.

The space permissions here are locked!

"Orekan-Orekan ahh ...

The next moment, the sound stopped abruptly, and Trazyn's horrified expression condensed on its face.

The Silent King's lackey, the Hierophant, has already caught up. On the planet where time is blocked, the Space Death Mark's troops step on the land behind Trazyn, crushing the stones with their footsteps easily.

The leading Death Seal raised his gun—

"Tarazyn! Come here!"

A huge virtual figure suddenly appeared above the sky that was burning with broken star fragments - the next moment, time reversed, and Trazyn felt himself suddenly turned upside down for a moment.

Bang!

It fell back onto the deck of its ship, but not in that body. Trazyn's mind received the message that the old body was scrapped. Orikan only picked up its information flow, and Trazyn sighed loudly.

"Orekan, could you not come earlier?"

"I should have twisted your head off and let the Silent King kick it around like a ball - do you know how chaotic time and space are in this star field right now? The Storm King is crazy! That lunatic! I tried to persuade him, but it was useless!"

"You still want to persuade it?"

Trazyn scratched his head and stood up. After a flash of light, the Empathy Annihilation Rod reappeared in his hand.

The war between the two great dynasties intensified very quickly——

Even beyond Trazyn's imagination, perhaps the Necrontyr had long been harboring resentment. After that huge mistake, they urgently needed a war to burn away the anxiety and anger in their hearts, rather than a slumber.

"We put on a good show,"

Orikan gnashed his teeth and said that after failing to persuade the Storm King, he decisively ran away. In view of the Storm King's current madness, Orikan even began to think about joining forces with the Silent King -

At least the Silent King still has some bottom line.

The Storm King is a real hawk.

"How are you going to take your final bow, Trazyn?"

Orikan manipulated his mortal body to turn around and stared at Trazyn behind him. So far, Trazyn's army was just taking advantage of the situation and had not revealed its full strength.

This kid is really good at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, Orikan thought.

"take a bow?"

Trazyn blinked, and it looked at Orikan so earnestly,
"To be honest, I don't know."

The Endless One spread out his hands, the light in his eyes gleamed,

"Orekan, you know, do you know what I've been looking forward to in this battle?"

"what?"

Ourikan was stunned by this nonsensical question.
"Necromancer,"

Trazyn said,

"I have been collecting and searching. In this battle, the Necrons almost mobilized all their forces. I have been wanting to see if there will be any miracles."

Orikan was a little surprised.

"Your answer is?"

Trazyn stared at Orrickan with a seriousness that was almost unbecoming of an Infinite.
"No,"

Trazyn took a deep breath, and the air made a rough sound in the simulated trachea.
"Not even one. All the Necrontyr below the lord level are dead. The lord only retains 60% of his personality simulation. The Necrontyr are completely finished, Orikan."

"I couldn't see any emotion in them. Husbands and wives drew their swords against each other, and younger brothers stepped over their older brothers' bodies to continue their attack. Their instinct to survive was almost completely gone. I could only see the intelligence in the underworld constructs controlling them. They were complete pawns, complete puppets."

As long as time is long enough, even the current Necron Emperor who still has personality and emotions will become like this. Nothing can truly fight against time except rebirth.

"Ah."

Orikan sneered. It didn't care whether the Necrontyr were destroyed or not. Even if the Necrontyr were destroyed, it was the right direction of fate - and Orikan was the defender of fate and time.

"I simply thought you just wanted to help your little human ally?"

"This is indeed the reason why I sent out the troops - of course, this is just the first spark that ignited the firewood. In front of the raging mountain fire, you and I both know who piled up the firewood all over the mountain."

Taraxin opened his arms carelessly and walked towards Orikan step by step. The light of the destroyed galaxy outlined the cold light of gold and silver against his back.

"I know we need to rely on the power of the Human Empire. I also know we need the help of the Human Empire to send troops, but I want to end things with them. The first step is to take the courage of the Human Empire. But now I want to point my finger at the Silent King and curse him."

The war between the Silent King and the Storm King was not satisfactory either. In this battle, Trazyn did not see any of the former glory of the Necrontyr. He only saw two half-dead lunatics pulling each other.

"so?"

Orikan asked lazily,
"I thought... before the war, our great hero Trazyn wanted to save the Necrontyr? But now you have given up?"

The light in Trazyn's eyes was unclear.

"No... I will let the dead who deserve to sleep truly rest, but I think our race, the Necrontyr, still has a chance." "What do you mean?"

Orikan looked at the Endless with cold eyes. He saw the Endless stretched out his hand, and the holographic projection floated up between Trazyn's hands.

It was an Old One - an ashes from the battle between Hades and Slaanesh.

"I heard... while we were busy with the Necrontyr Civil War, another human empire from Destiny came over? And I heard that it was highly compatible with Chaos."

Trazyn lowered his voice.
"I can't gather the remnants of the Ancient Saints through this fate line, but that doesn't mean the other fate line won't give me a chance - the Slaanesh of that fate line still exists, right?"

"..."

Orikan knew that Trazyn was imagining something impossible, but he just stared at him and said coldly,
"Perhaps - but the premise is that your little human ally should re-enter the battlefield. The battle line cannot hold out for too long."

........................

[ah,]
On the battleship deck, Angron suddenly spoke, causing the Shrike Corax beside him to flinch.
[I can't wait any longer.]
[Angron] laughed heartily, causing all of his jewelry to vibrate and bite deep into his flesh.

[You can't be too presumptuous...]
Corax shrank his neck, remembering Guilliman's expression.

[I have been warned.]
[He was just playing with you a little, Corax, relax~ or I can help you, quickly,]
Angron blinked, and Corax subconsciously took a step back.

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[I swear it won't take more than six minutes. By the time Guilliman gets here, we'll be done, and the decks won't be dirty.]
Dirtying Guilliman's decks or carpets is definitely one of the top five things that can annoy Guilliman the most.

Never soil, wrinkle, or damage Guilliman's bright blue blanket from Macragge.

Corax made a hissing sound. He could not sense any ill will from Angron. This was difficult to deal with. Corax remembered the socialization education that Conrad had given him.

[Thank you, but please go away.]
Angron chuckled. He really liked watching the demon princes of Khorne who didn't fight. Due to Guilliman's restraints and the order he established, these guys who chopped people's brains had to live in harmony with them.

The most interesting thing is that [Corax] pays great attention to "brothers" in his daily life, even if he himself does not realize it.

Angron felt Guilliman's psychic energy moving towards them, so he had to hold back.
[Corax] took another small step back. He had just left the battlefield, and there were still wet bone fragments on his claws. [Corax] stood on tiptoe and carefully crushed the bone fragments on his sharp claws into finer particles. His sharp nails left dents on the deck.

The Daemon Prince of Khorne was not used to such formal occasions, but unfortunately, Guilliman liked them, and liked them very much.

He began to regret why he hadn't fought Corax again just now - even if it would allow Guilliman to punish him.

So they stood on the [Glorious Empire], waiting for [Guilliman] as if they were being punished.

Beside the Primarch, the parade was still magnificent, with countless legion warriors and mortal believers, demons, and mortal servants kneeling quietly at their feet, but they were no longer surprised.

The Primarchs almost only care about their own legion warriors, and no one cares about the smaller guys.

The mortals at their feet also possessed a different temperament from this fate line—they looked completely subdued, completely silent, obedient, and numb—

They will never feel pain because of their hard work and premature death, as if the pain has disappeared. They will also not feel dissatisfaction, nor will they feel dissatisfaction that erupts from the desire to survive.

In other words, if the psychic in the main fate line carefully observes these poor people, they will find that there is something missing and something more in their souls -

But what exactly is that? Perhaps only higher-dimensional beings, such as Neos, can see it clearly.

[Corax] sniffed and smelled a familiar stench.

Vulcan is here.

The swamp dragon walked over slowly, tears flowing from his eyes never drying up. [Corax] carefully controlled the distance and greeted the swamp dragon.

Angron was looking for excitement and asked Vulkan to kiss him on the cheek.

And [Vulkan] would not refuse anyone, even [Mortarion]. As long as [Mortarion]'s tone was a little better, the swamp dragon would reluctantly agree.

[Corax] decided that he did not want to torture his eyes, so he took another step further, cursing.

There was a clunky sound of sticky liquids mixing together, and [Corax] smacked his tongue. His eyes turned red, and he began to want to stab someone.

[haven't seen you for a long time.]
Another evil and bloody voice sounded. Finally a normal person came, [Corax] thought happily. He looked at the Chaos Undivided [Sanguinius] who was walking towards him slowly.

[Sanguinius.]
[Corax] spat out blood and anger. He thought of the time when he practiced martial arts with [Saint Guinius]. Without a doubt, he was very happy.

Initially on Terra, the Emperor taught Sanguinius how to fight at a disadvantage in extreme environments, so this brother of theirs has plenty of experience in fighting in desperate situations.

Because of this, the battlefields where [Sanguinius] and his descendants were most often deployed often had a high casualty rate and supplies were often delayed.

In order to quickly replenish the legion's numbers, Sanguinius recruited a large number of mutants into the legion.

Up to now, the number of mutants in Sanguinius's legion is also very large. Guilliman once joked in front of Sanguinius that almost all the inferior genes that were unwanted and completely eliminated in the empire were collected by Sanguinius.

Sanguinius was not offended by such remarks - the pure-blooded blond seemed content with his lower, more obscure position in the Empire.

Although his individual combat power is not low, Sanguinius is indeed not someone who likes to compete for credit. He often hangs out with Horus, who also has no sense of existence.

I don't know what there is to talk about between them.

As for Horus, there is nothing worth discussing at all. He is so unknown that Guilliman is too lazy to look for him. But then again, it may be more suitable for the Primarch to survive without being noticed by Guilliman.

Sanguinius nodded to Corax, then turned and marveled at Angron, who was wiping mucus off his face.

[Will you have one? Sanguinius - your blood is the best I have ever tasted of any of us.]
[I think I'll just give up.]
Sanguinius shrugged naturally.

[I am not as enthusiastic as you, Angron, but I think you could cool yourself down for a while so that you will be more excited when you get to the other side.]
[I think that's a good suggestion—but I don't think I can wait that long.]
Angron said casually, and the next moment, he turned his head sharply. On the deck, the darkness dissipated, and Mortarion appeared in front of everyone with a smile.

[Good afternoon, my friends, I am glad to see you here.]
[Mortarion] smiled and said that he had to return to his "brothers" because of the upcoming dinner.

Before [Corax] could speak, [Robert Guilliman]'s voice sounded from far away from them, and almost all the Primarchs trembled.

[I'm glad you got back, my brother.]
Guilliman's psychic clone spoke slowly. Beside him, his personal secretary Lorgar was silently writing and drawing on the command board.

Corax heard Angron swallowing his saliva beside him.

Ten thousand years ago, Lorgar was another tragedy, forged by the hands of Mortarion, Guilliman, and Angron.

(End of this chapter)