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

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"I am Szalak, the noble Szalak, the last and greatest King of Silence, the Lord of the Galaxy, and I shall always be considered by the galaxy."

In the distance, the countless twisting and tumbling lines became active again, and the entire spindle-shaped mega-structure turned its tip around, from which some terrifying and absolutely violent energy surged!

"First, I will cease my attack on Hades."

"The Silent King said, glancing at the second avatar of Tarasin who had rushed over again—of course, this wasn't said to that idiot Endless One."

"However, you must be wary of Hades' power—cough! cough cough cough!"

"then,"

The Silent King raised its eyes and looked at Tarasin with disgust. It had indeed seen some kind of omen in Tarasin—some kind of hope. It might support Tarasin—provided that Tarasin had not betrayed it. But it had already betrayed it, so there was no need to say more.

“I entrust my dynasty and army to Tarasim—in exchange, you will utterly crush the outsiders, by whatever means.”

After being weakened multiple times, the Silent King knew that his current army was insufficient to defeat the outsiders.

"Wait?! What do you mean by that?!"

The returning hero, Tarasin, shouted, but the Silent King didn't even bother to give the Endless a glance. It just stared intently ahead, where a piece of paper suddenly appeared—on which were Szalak's words.

+I think you've finally figured it out, Great King of Silence. +

After many months, the voice of a familiar old friend reappeared—accompanied by Tarachin playing "Star God Quotes".

As the golden light pressed down, the exhausted underworld finally receded.

An elderly man with white hair suddenly appeared in front of the two space undead.

It's Macado.

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【past】

[Father, I don't understand—why does it have to be Makado? I think the Spellweavers can take a break.]

Killieman followed beside Neos and asked earnestly, but the confident and mysterious brown-skinned man merely smiled confidently and mysteriously.

"Because none of you will do, it has to be Makado."

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"Hehehe... Tarasin..."

Szalak said calmly that, as its energy was depleted, the nano-active machines that made up its body began to dissipate, and the space necromancer seemed to dissolve into the air.

“I hope that one day you will truly regain the soul of the dead, and not be betrayed by foreign tribes.”

A mocking laugh rang out, and Tarasin stood there dumbfounded, but there was nothing in front of him anymore.

Then, Tarahin shouted in exasperation.

"Old Deng just doesn't want me to keep it!"

But whether these words came from the heart, or were merely a habitual attempt to conceal Tarahim's true, complex thoughts, no one but Tarahim himself would know.

Above their heads, the green spear that pierced the Milky Way was hurled out once more—but this time, it was not aimed at Hades.

The dazzling, shimmering blue fireworks exploded in the sky, and then—

Everyone heard the shriek of a complete star god—

—[Guilliman] frowned and covered his ears. He stood on his warship and spoke into the communication channel.

[Let the party begin, my brothers!]

At the same time, [Guilliman] stared intently at the outer side of the warship, at the fleet of Fenus, which was struggling to connect with the human empire on the other side.

Chapter 840 [282] Kings and Kings

(Warning: This chapter contains a scene featuring Slaanesh. If you are not comfortable with this, please skip the corresponding paragraphs in Angron. To reiterate, this is a serious warning. If you cannot accept this, please skip it. Do not assume that you can accept it and then suffer unbearable pain after reading it.)

"Let's get Hades out of here first."

A fierce wind howled, and above the sky, a line far more dazzling than the light that had previously pierced the entire Milky Way rose up. Upon first seeing the Milky Way, everyone would doubt their own eyes, rather than seeing an endless line in the void.

The silver-haired old man's face appeared even paler under the bright green light, the long journey having taken a toll on his health.

He even withstood the pressure from the Dark Realm of Hades, protecting [Vox]'s progress.

Macado hid his slightly trembling hands under his robe and stared warily at the new "master" of the space undead.

"Take Hades away from here first... retreat to the rear, or do you want to confront the enraged Outer Ones right now?"

Tarasin was stunned for a moment; in fact, it couldn't quite process what the Silent King had just said—

In its eyes, the Silent King was a madman, but even if he was a madman, this joke went a bit too far.

Did the Silent King simply hand over the rule of the Necromancers in space to Tarachin?

The Endless One's thought process remained silent; it tentatively used the key that the Silent King had given it as a final gift to connect with the Legion of the Fearful Dead on the horizon.

Then—Tarahim let out a deafening roar!

"I knew it!!!"

The Endless One cried out and collapsed to its knees in agony, now understanding why the Silent King had been so kind—

The intense war accelerated the oblivion and decay of the space undead. This trend had already emerged when the Silent King fought against the Storm King, and the Storm King, who was focused on war and unification, was happy to turn his subordinates into emotionless machines.

In order to fight against the Storm King, the Silent King tacitly allowed this trend to spread.

Until now... until Tarachin becomes the new "King"—

Tarasin felt a despairing realization that among the army of the Silent King, there were very few space undead left with self-awareness, emotions, and memories!

Previously, most of the nobles and overlords of the dynasties were self-aware, and they would often engage in foolish and abstract factional struggles, but now, Tarachin felt that these space undead had also become sluggish.

Did the Silent King, unable to bear facing the death of his race once again, choose to leave?

Taracin was in despair; more determined than any other death-fearing being to retrieve its soul, it knew that the complete demise of the space undead was not far off—

King Silent Szalak essentially gave the choice to Tarasin: whether the Necromancers of the Space should begin their complete self-destruction, or whether they should become a purely mechanical race after the last Necromancer loses its self-awareness.

The Silent King's choice of Tarachin might also be because Tarachin was the individual among them most similar to "possessing a soul"—

This essentially makes Talasi the last gravedigger for the entire Fearful Race!

As long as the Tarasin do not completely lose their will to live, the race of the Dead can be said to be immortal.

"Fuck you! Fuck you—Szalak!!! I should have known—!!!"

Tarasin pounded the ground in agony, its howls sounding as if it were being slowly sliced ​​to death. But after a brief struggle, it seemed to remember that besides itself and the unconscious Hades, there was another being present.

The Endless One suddenly rolled over and stood up, slapped himself, then stood tall and proud, facing Macado with an elegant royal bearing.

"You may travel ahead to the rear in the ships of the Fearful Ones."

"Tarasin the Endless said majestically,"

"But the Deathbringers will not retreat this time—in fact, after the Silent King Szalak handed the dynasty over to me, I discovered that they had already launched an attack on the Outer Ones, to prevent them from tearing the galaxy apart. This is the mission of the Deathbringers."

Makado nodded solemnly. He lowered his eyes, looked very serious as he pondered for a moment, and then nodded seriously.

"Then let's proceed as you suggest—"

"You may call me Lord of the Endless Universe, my friend."

The Endless One—Tarasin, Lord of the Endless Universe—nodded, while Makado nodded, as if he hadn't seen Tarasin rolling on the ground and howling in pain just moments before.

There are far more insane people than Makado. Tarasin's behavior would be considered normal among humans. Primarchs who are prone to patricide and patricide are the real idiots.

"Great Lord of the Endless Universe, we hope to hear your wishes. Then we will take our leave. We also wish you and your dynasty a great victory—the fate of the entire galaxy is now in the hands of our two races. Unfortunately, I need to go back to deal with personal matters first. After we resolve our internal conflicts, the Empire will come to our aid."

"Go."

Tarasin waved his hand magnanimously. With the outsiders approaching, Makado stopped arguing and, pulling Hades along, used the short-distance teleportation technology provided by the Endless Ones to leave the battlefield directly.

The wind still howled.

After seeing that Makado and his group had gone, Tarasin looked around furtively to make sure that no one else was around.

It howled in anguish again, then collapsed to the ground in agony, pounding its chest and cursing the King of Silence as an idiot.

"Eurekan, oh Eurekan!!! The Fearful Ones are finished—finished!!!"

It's hard to imagine that this deeply emotional, almost weeping voice came from a soulless space ghoul, but right now, Tarachin is indeed crying in a sense, shouting and cursing as if he had lost his parents.

"That bastard Szalak has squandered all of the few remaining emotion and memory storage modules of the Space Necromancers!!!"

The winds still howled, and on this battlefield, the main armies of both the Tyranids and the Greenskins had already fallen.

But Tarasin knew they would still exist, they still had hope of rebirth—while the Fearful Ones, the most powerful race on the battlefield, were already corpses in coffins.

How could it not be heartbroken?!

Even if the Endless One was incompetent and carefree in the past, deep down, it only cared about one thing—the rebirth of the fearful dead.

Tarachin cried out, its lingering sound fading in the wind. Above its head, the shimmering blue that seemed to illuminate the entire galaxy grew brighter and brighter, like a hymn before the final divine punishment.

In that space, compared to the roaring outer beings, the scattered fleet of space undead, resembling mosquitoes, charged towards the Star God without the slightest intention of retreating—

The Silent King's last order to them before he vanished was to completely shatter the outer ones.

The wind trembled slightly for a moment.

+……+

+I meant you'd be happier, like a smug bastard, Tarachin—didn't you already have control over all the Necromancers in space? +

The ethereal voice of Orikan descended from other dimensions. Unlike Tarachin, Orikan cared nothing for the life or death of the cosmic undead and the fearful; it only cared about whether it could successfully ascend to another dimension.

In reality, space undead who care about whether the souls of the dead can be retrieved are a minority, an anomaly. Orikan has never seen any other space undead who cares about such trivial matters as whether or not a soul exists, even if they do—

It's all just talk; they might occasionally express some sentiments, but in practice, they simply continue playing those power struggles and political games.

Orikan has only ever seen two space necromancers who cared about the souls of the dead and acted upon them.

One is Talassin the Endless, and the other is Szalak the Silent King.

"You're a selfish and arrogant bastard too!! Eurican!!! For your own selfish desire to ascend to godhood—you betrayed your entire race!!!"

The wind was silent, seemingly deep in thought, or perhaps bewildered by Tarachin's pain. Then, the voice of the Starkeeper Orikan rang out once more.

+Only you stubbornly try to cling to a race with no future, Tarachin, if you so desire… I believe there is now more than one vacancy left for an ascension to a physical dimensional god, and I can lend you a hand. +

"Get out of here!"

Tarasin slammed his fist into the ground again. It no longer had the right to feel the pain in its palm. Metal never feels pain; it was all just a simulated sensation for its own amusement.

+……+

Orikan seemed to think that this space necromancer named "Tarasin" had gone mad. The Star Master was currently busy manipulating spacetime to ensure that no other spacetime instances would intrude.

It desperately didn't want to deal with Tarasin anymore, but then it remembered that Tarasin was now the monarch of all the undead in space—Orikan felt it necessary to put on an act so that it could later squeeze some money out of Tarasin.

Didn't you try to recreate the Ancient Ones before?

On a sudden inspiration, Euricen brought up the topic from before.

"...So what?"

+I glimpsed a possibility from the river of time and fate, Tarasim...keep persevering...pay attention to the Slaanesh followers, new surprises await you. +

This was the limit of what Euricane could say to console her. If she said anything more, time and destiny would be disturbed again, and her workload would increase dramatically. Therefore, Euricane believed that she had done everything she could, so she shut up.

Only Tarachin, the space necromancer, remained standing there, bewildered.

"..."

But before it could process the message, the communication channel rang again, from the message it had previously left for General Zandreek to guard Obi-Dragon.

Taracin hesitated before opening the communication.

"oops!"

The hearty shouts of old General Zandrej came from above.

"Congratulations! Young man—you've become my old man's boss! I think you're even better than Storm King and Silent King! Young man! Keep up the good work! Several of my old buddies and I all agree you can do it!"

Tarasin listened intently, when a crackling sound came from the other end of the communication line, followed by Obi-Long's anxious shout.

"I'm so sorry!! I apologize to you, Your Excellency the Great Endless One, Tarasin. The general has fallen ill again—he insisted on making this call. Please understand—the war here is proceeding normally, and there is nothing urgent to report!"

Tarachin paused for a moment, then opened its mouth and quickly scrambled to its feet.