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

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The archangel spoke casually, then saw the vampire widen his eyes with amusement.

[Oh? I guess it's also for Horus?]

The vampire said it jokingly, but the archangel didn't react at all, as if he were listening to something that had nothing to do with him.

I'm just trying to make sure the Lord of Humanity doesn't act recklessly...

The archangel spoke softly, his voice fading into the wind.

The last time he acted recklessly... I fell from the sky; there can't be any more victims.

[All right. ]

The vampire said, then stretched out his other hand.

[Give me some blood, and I'll lead you and your legion over.]

The archangel remained silent. He stretched out his hand, his fingertips slicing through his palm, and blood began to flow.

Drop by drop, they fell between the vampire's fangs.

[You may kill him now.]

"The vampire said, and the archangel thrust his spear down without hesitation—blood surged up, and instantly a huge amount of blood energy exploded across the entire planet, causing the subspace to fluctuate."

Far away, Guilliman, who was hurriedly cleaning up the mess, received a text message from the archangel.

My legion and I are heading to provide support on another front.

Just a few words, and Guilliman felt a tightness in his chest, just as others said he was becoming more and more like an emperor, Guilliman felt that Saint Gilles was becoming more and more like their father.

Even more ominous news arrived the next moment.

The battle lines between the Endless and the Space Undead surrounding the Outer Ones were torn apart by a legion that suddenly leaped into the battlefield—causing a chain reaction, with the Outer Ones now leaping toward their current battlefield—their target seemingly Hades.

The legion that suddenly leaped into the battlefield was the previously barely noticeable [Luojia Orrian] and his [Word Bearers].

Above Chaos Terra, Guilliman chuckled, his eyes filled with madness as he looked at the billowing smoke on the horizon. Since the Emperor had chosen to fight on his side, he would naturally take this opportunity to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Hades must be eliminated.

Chapter 855 [297] Borrowing a Knife

Sacrifice is inevitable.

[Luojia] said calmly, his face illuminated by a strange light—not from the Supreme Heaven, but from the imprisoned fragments of the Star Gods.

Since being imprisoned by the false emperor in the Martian underground labyrinth of the Void Dragon, [Guilliman] stole half a spark of starlight from the physical world. However, this emperor realized that the existence of the Star God fragments would only weaken the warp. He constructed a cage similar to the Martian labyrinth and, over a period of ten thousand years, cleared out and imprisoned the Star God fragments one by one.

Of course, this excludes those outside the Milky Way.

Guilliman believed that those Star God fragments could only be imprisoned within his empire until they were completely destroyed.

But now it seems they have other uses.

Five magnificent ships of the Glory Queen class were sailing along. The army he led was much smaller than before. It was not an easy task to ambush the Endless One, Tarasin, even though all of the Endless One's attention was now on the Outer One.

And the target of this fleet is precisely the outsider.

Guilliman's true objective was not to engage in the playful battles with the Imperial Primarchs, but merely to deceive the Empire—his true loyal subject, Loka, was the core of the plan.

While the other Primarchies of the Empire were tied down, [Luojia] was ordered by [Guilliman] to throw the fragments of the Star Gods, who had already been imprisoned to the point of madness within the cages of the Chaos Empire, at the Outer Ones, to provoke them into further madness, and then lead them to the vicinity of that being.

But what Guilliman did not expect was that the Necromancers' withdrawal and defection would come so quickly, and that they would devote all their strength to fighting against the outsiders.

Therefore, the march of [Luojia] was inevitably hindered - according to the original plan, when the two Mortalians were determined to defeat each other, the outer beings of the Star God would have already arrived at the side of the unconscious Hades.

Instead of now, the "monster" has gained a brief period of recovery time and is about to reach the Empire's front lines to join reinforcements.

Breaking through the Necromancer Tarasin's lines took [Luojia] some time. The Primarch had to repeatedly search for weaknesses in the Necromancer's defenses and do everything possible to ensure that the Outer Ones could break through the Necromancer's lines under their attacks.

It seems they succeeded.

[Luojia] thought, his eyes shining brightly. Following the Primarch's command, another fleet carrying Star God fragments broke away from the main force. Then, a piercing shriek exploded on the ship that broke away from the main force, and space rippled. The Burner fragment, imprisoned by psionic energy for thousands of years, howled hysterically. Its personality had long been completely shattered, leaving only the madness of destruction and self-destruction.

The shriek continued to echo outwards, and soon received a response—from a larger, more painful being—

The Silent King's attack pierced through the Outer Being's once intact body. After tens of thousands of years of annihilation and self-destruction, this was the first time the Outer Being had suffered such a heavy injury. This severe blow drove it into madness. The Outer Being seemed to return to that nightmarish day. The Star God fragments it had devoured shrieked, cursed, and cursed it within its body, trying to possess it and causing it to fall into chaotic hallucinations time and time again. But this was only the beginning.

In its brief moments of lucidity, the Outer One witnessed, intermittently, the infighting among its own kind fueled by greed, the betrayal of the Space Necromancers, and the fall of the Star God—ultimately leaving only itself as a complete Star God.

Before rediscovering the ugly power of the Laughing God, the Outer One thought he would exile himself to eternity.

But that comical yet cruel color reappeared before it, and the outer being, enraged, didn't even have time to realize that it wasn't the exact same power as before, but a poor imitation.

But it could no longer think too much. Its personality had been shattered in millennia of self-exile, yet the galaxy always called for the return of the only and last complete star god. The Outer One rejected the galaxy's responsibility and authority, and it fell into a dreamlike madness until its original obsession reappeared.

The only obsession of the Outer Ones is to tear apart that clown of the Eldar—Higochi, the clown who fooled them and caused their mistakes, the ugliness that should be completely erased.

So it moved—after a near-eternal silence, the Outer One began to leap again, chasing after that damned being until that sudden, unexpected arrow.

A colossal arrow forged from immense power pierced through the stars, penetrating straight through the energy-form body of the outer being.

Before the immense, furious, and agonizing pain reached the sluggish mind of the Outer One, the Star God was momentarily lost in confusion and doubt—it seemed to still be stuck in the Eldar enemies it faced on that day in the Eldar Web, when the Necromancer stood beside it, fighting alongside it against the Eldar.

Then, the outsider remembered the betrayal tens of thousands of years ago, the shameless abandonment, how the slaves took the divine fire bestowed by the gods, but turned around and used it to forge divine weapons, shattering the gods' wings and imprisoning them in the filthy present world.

It remembered its own kind that attacked each other, and the shattered fragments of the Star God—only the Outer Ones knew that those could no longer be called Star Gods, for there was a vast chasm between the fragments of the Star God and the complete Star God, a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

Before that pain arrived, the Outer One subconsciously tried to find its own kind—whether out of anger or something else, it was unclear—but a greedy hunger began to surge. The galaxy that had been waiting for its return was already dissatisfied, and those vast and disordered laws were squeezing it.

The next moment, immense pain finally struck.

Like an endless increase in entropy, stars collapsing, black holes shrinking, and dark matter constantly churning—like a singularity exploding—that enormous spherical energy body, larger than an entire giant star, screamed out.

The energy restraint ring that originally operated in a regular pattern on the outer side shattered, and fragments the size of asteroids scattered recklessly from the gap, like flowing water or burning fire. The fragments of the outer side that had not yet taken shape also screamed in pain. The screams overlapped, like a psychedelic ballad, but it was a lament for the galaxy. Wherever it reached, planets shattered and life was lost.

The colossal thing swelled up, enraged and bewildered, while its former ant slaves now roared and charged toward it—in the blink of an eye, the dense, overwhelming silver ocean before it completely disintegrated into quarks, and the Milky Way instantly became clear once more.

But the space necromancer continued its charge, spacetime began to distort, gravitational waves crashed down, the four laws began to twist, and all sorts of comical, green-glowing cages came crashing down on it.

In an instant, those comical silver slaves were shattered once more, like giants easily snatching toys from children's hands. The laws changed, but with the chaotic consciousness of the outsiders, those scythe-shaped ships were completely flattened, or perhaps they had never been born at all.

The enormous sphere of light erratically shifted within the space necromantic defenses, angrily searching for the traces of Higoki. Reason and arrogance made the god completely disdainful of discovering that Tarasin's forces were trying to slow it down—after all, if it wanted to leave, nothing in this galaxy could stop it.

The gods crushed them, recklessly pouring their power upon the rebellious slaves who had overestimated their abilities. The once delectable, insignificant alien race now offered not even a sliver of satisfaction to the star god, their hunger growing ever stronger—as if induced by some unseen force.

The outsider was unaware that the internal strife of that year was caused by the lies of the deceivers, and it was unaware that the power and authority of its "kind" would interfere to such an extent.

The next moment—a kind of extremely poignant, self-destructive, out-of-control, familiar, and insignificant—delicious aroma suddenly rose from not far away.

The enormous god, still radiating a river of light, turned his head to the side.

It saw its poor kin, utterly deranged and chaotic—no different from itself, but after a moment of clarity, it felt ravenously hungry.

The pain and exile of the past struck the giant at this moment. It suddenly remembered the star god companion it had devoured. The truth that had been deeply hidden, unwilling to believe, and gradually forgotten was awakened. In a daze, it unlocked the power of "taste" and "greed" and recalled the enjoyment it had enjoyed in its panic.

For the Star Gods, the complete fusion and unification of the will of rules and authority born from the chaotic galaxy is their most essential life form—the Star Gods are beings that resist the increase of disordered entropy, beings that suppress the chaotic subspace, and represent the order and unity of supreme rules.

This is an instinct they cannot resist, but there is also a conflict between rules and authority. As they gradually merge, the struggle between authority and the continued existence of the devoured star god's will instead plunge the star gods into chaos—ultimately, the space necromancers take advantage of the situation and defeat them one by one.

With the manifestation of the will of authority sealed away, the newly succeeded Necromancer of the cosmos also relinquished power, and the galaxy continued to weaken. Now, the return of a complete Star God has clearly spurred it on.

Authority began to loosen, concepts began to whisper, and outside the battlefield, existence and non-existence themselves began to become chaotic, and reality looked to the naked eye like melting oil pastels.

But the outsider paid no heed to any of this—the released fragments of the Star God frantically leaped toward it, their utterly insane greed attempting to devour it whole. A river of light erupted from the enormous sphere of light, and then the burning fragments, like moths to a flame, vanished instantly, merging into that dazzling light.

An indescribable joy and satisfaction washed over the depths of the outermost will, sprouting from the most hidden corners, but accompanied by a violent impulse—shattered and imprisoned fragments of memory fell together into that sphere of light.

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Chaos and disorder completely replaced the original broken will of the outsider. It felt that its senses, which were peering into the outside world, were now incredibly clear, incredibly focused, and incredibly directional, looking towards that one point.

Over there, a tiny boat, the size of an ant, carrying eight fragments of a star god, is fleeing into the distance from the battlefield.

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The next moment, the star field went blank for a split second. The impact of the jump struck the space necromancer's warships, but the space necromancer's encirclement was now empty.

Only the shattered and fallen fragments on the outer edge still shriek, as if unaware of their fate of being ignored and abandoned by the original body. They have only been separated from the original body for a short time and have not yet formed individual will.

In the distance, inside the command ship, the Endless One Tarasin unleashed a sharp explosion. Immediately, a portion of its fleet separated to capture the Star God fragments, while it, without hesitation, immediately contacted the Imperial Empire.

"Prepare for battle—"

Tarahim cried out in despair,

"The outermost one has passed—we couldn't stop it—run! Run!! Take Hades away from the outermost one!!! You are no match for it!!!"

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[It will likely be a sacrifice.]

[Luojia Oririan] muttered to himself, still standing on his ship, feeling a significant decrease in the psionic support from [Guilliman].

[Sacrifice is not terrible, but what is terrible is sacrifice that is meaningless. We must succeed and never fail the will of our Lord.]

[Luojia Oririan] muttered to himself while making prayer gestures, and the violent, terrifying power in his golden pupils drew ever closer.

The fleet's engines were already running at maximum speed, and the enormous acceleration made the entire ship tremble terribly, as if it were about to disintegrate at any moment. But this was still not enough to escape the attack range of the outsider—[Luojia] kissed the blue falcon around his neck, and golden light, along with blue light, exploded from the Primal Body.

To be honest, Robert Guilliman's most trusted Primarch was Loka, followed by Fenus and others, and Loka had unjustly failed the expectations of the Empire's ruler.

Each time, he fulfilled his mission.

Even at the cost of sacrifice.

As Luo Jia thought about it, his determination and faith shone even brighter. He prayed that he would live up to Guilliman's expectations, and the speed of the entire fleet suddenly began to accelerate again.

The ordinary crew members and servitude were slammed against the walls by the immense acceleration, turning into puddles of flesh tightly pressed against the bulkhead—

But in their final moments before death, their numb, painless minds and souls were filled with hope and faith.

This is the empire and humanity that Robert Guilliman forged.

[Praise be to the Emperor of the Empire!!!]

[Luojia] shouted fervently, and his descendants and believers shouted in unison, their devout cries echoing as they rushed toward the front lines on the empire's side, where the sleeping "monster" was completely defenseless.

As for the Outer Ones—even those Outer Ones who have just been severely injured and are in the process of breaking apart—[Luojia] believes that there is no force in this galaxy that is strong enough to fight them. The combat power of a Star God who is still intact is overwhelming.

Once the Outer Ones are lured around that artificial Star God, they will begin to devour it.

As for how the Outer Ones would wreak havoc within the Empire's territory after their victory—[Guilliman] didn't care at all. Even if a single Star God was powerful, the size of the Milky Way was still the same. Destroying a third of the Milky Way, and the most underdeveloped star system at that, was not a heavy price to pay in the face of victory.

Just as the Lord of Mankind lunged at Terra, Guilliman was prepared to pay a heavy price.

However, both decision-makers tacitly chose to commit mutual destruction in a situation of opposing fates—while Guilliman stubbornly refused to allow his core solar system to be threatened in the slightest, the Emperor could effortlessly plunge his solar system into a huge crisis.

And now, those on the outside are on their way.

Hades is still asleep.

"Damn it! Wake up!!"

Macado jumped up and down, cursing.

Chapter 856 [298] Hello? Has anyone ever cared whether the Milky Way lives or dies?

The Milky Way was obscured.

The stars were dim, trembling slightly, as small as flies. Huge, unhealed wounds still stretched across the Milky Way. The spear of Moros, hurled by the fallen dead, was as bright as ink, leaving an unforgettable mark on every living being who looked up at the stars.

The wrathful god roared, while the outer being—a true, still-perfect god—was leaping across space as easily as a pebble before it.

The Milky Way is witnessing everything.

This land, which gave rise to subspace, possesses a magical power, capable of nurturing magnificent civilizations, supreme wisdom—and true gods.

Perhaps it is a rebellion against the fate of the entire universe. Since the explosion of the singularity, the increase of entropy has become an inevitable trend. The vast universe will inevitably turn into nothingness in disorder and chaos. At that time, everything will merge, become chaotic, without rules, and without boundaries.

Only heat death is eternal.

Perhaps the galaxy also has a will—it shouldn't be called consciousness—but rather a kind of resistance against the overall environment—or perhaps concepts and rules also have their own choices from a certain perspective.

In a corner of the universe, within the Andromeda Galaxy of the Local Group, a small Milky Way is nurturing a weapon against fate in its own soil—

gods.

Gods, deities, deus, δαμων—different civilizations bestow different names upon them, and the beings they refer to also differ, but the general outline of their images remains definite.

Powerful, irresistible, beyond human capability.

But this is merely an ant's definition of a god.