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

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Faced with such an intelligent greenskin, Hades, from an outsider's perspective, would likely feel immense admiration and respect. But at this moment, this greenskin was an enemy of the Empire! An enemy of Hades himself! He had to eliminate it completely! Kill it immediately!!!

Seemingly sensing Pluto's murderous intent, a smile crept onto his large front teeth.

"Therefore, even if most of my army perishes here, it will not hinder the great revival of the Greenskins. This war is also a great WAAAAGH that I give to my boys, a promise made after construction."

“I know that compared to other races in the galaxy, the Greenskins have already fallen far too many times. With the rise of many races today, we Greenskins will only decline further.”

"Therefore, I want the green skin to be revived!"

Clenching his front teeth into a fist,

“Boss, the most valuable lesson I learned from you is the importance of sacrificing oneself for the entire race—”

"My only wish is for the eternal prosperity of the race; any personal feelings among the greenhorns can be cast aside. A true leader must never succumb to selfishness and short-sighted gains; he must strive for the happiness of the entire race."

“And now, I’m telling you, boss,”

The man with the large front teeth said calmly,

"I'm not looking at the present, I'm not looking at the victory of this battle! Boss, after this battle of the Silent Eye is over—as long as the Necromancers and the Empire are both severely weakened—that will be the time for us Greenskins to awaken! We Greenskins will live on forever! As long as there is a little soil, we will take root and sprout again!"

"Our Greenskins' victory, our Greenskins' glory, our Greenskins' greatness! After this! I will fight you with our Greenskins' rapid revival!!!"

Hades felt a chill run down his spine.

"As long as this battle is fought... and you fall, the remaining empire will no longer be an insurmountable enemy of the Greenskins."

Hades raised an eyebrow; there were only three seconds left.

What if I don't fall down?

The man with the large front teeth took a deep breath, then bowed gracefully, gripping the sword at his waist.

"Then the memory of my battle with you will be passed on to the next generation of green-skinned boys, until one of them grows up and can defeat you."

"certainly,"

A look of nostalgia and desolation flashed in the eyes of the man with the large front teeth.

"Fighting you is my last personal matter as a greenskin. I could easily trade you for another greenskin, but I know it's time for my story to end. I hope to die by your hand, Boss, just as you enlightened me back then."

"However... the emotion I feel now when I raise my sword is more of a burning rage to avenge Mag."

“I was shocked,”

Hades said, "There's only one second left."

"I never imagined I would train such a conscientious greenskin. If you were a human... never mind."

"But in this galaxy, life and death are determined by blood. Only those who share the same blood are allies. The blood of those of different bloodlines will only appear on swords. Boss, I am proud to be a Greenskin and am willing to shed my last drop of blood for the Greenskins. On this point, you and I are true loyalists."

The green-skinned man chuckled softly.

"And I've also fantasized that you really were a green-skinned man."

Immediately afterwards, the expression on the green-skinned man's face contorted into a ferocious, inhuman grimace.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he revealed his large front teeth.

"As my mentor, I hope you live, but for the sake of the Greenskins—you cannot live!!! Hades!!!"

The tall, green-skinned creature rushed over, radiating such dazzling light that the brilliance emanating from it resembled the rising sun in spring, illuminating the green-skinned boys behind it who were looking up at it.

Meanwhile, on the green-skinned warships, their current coordinates were being broadcast in all directions!

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Da da da.

On the silent throne, the slender metal fingers that had been tapping the black stone stopped.

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"Great! Great!!! One day I'll actually get outmaneuvered by a greenskin!! No wonder I personally trained him! He's more capable than any of those Primarchs!!!"

The darkness surged, instantly engulfing the warriors who dared to raise their swords against the darkness, and also instantly engulfing the boys who were shouting "WAAAAAAGH" at the front teeth. The black waves surged, and the sound of "WAAAAAAGH" echoed in the warp, but it was forcibly torn off by the power from the Styx River, which swallowed its flesh and power.

A dark monster emerged from the River Styx, consumed by rage. His voice was hoarse, and just before being struck by the spear of death from the King of Silence, he uttered a single sentence.

"Tarazin... don't kill them all. Leave a few high-ranking greenskins to interrogate, and also copy their ship logs. I need them after the war."

However------

The next moment! The sanction that pierced the galaxy descended!!!

A beam of green light pierced straight through countless star fields, cleaving through the stars and sun, appearing at the end of the line of sight and disappearing at the end of the line of sight, like divine punishment.

At the end of the gods' wrath, the planet shattered along with the gods.

The King of Silence has arrived.

Chapter 839 [281] The Noble

(I created my own weapons and character settings for the Fear of Death. I forgot to mention that the previous character, Tyrannosaurus, was also a character setting I made up myself, because GW didn't fill in the plot holes, so I could only make things up.)

You know your own greatness.

The Milky Way therefore bows down before you.

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The stars trembled, but it was nothing more than child's play to it.

A massive black stone paved the floor, leading to the path of glory and power. Dark green runes flowed, converging at the kneeling courtiers and heading towards the mountaintop. The throne towered high, its sharp points piercing the royal hall, revealing a darkness far deeper than the Milky Way. Beneath the armrests, which snaked like pythons, each scale was inlaid with treasures that were hard to find even in the entire Milky Way.

The king stopped tapping on the armrest.

"To provoke me... to provoke those who fear death, is it really so amusing?"

Whispers echoed within the royal hall, and the swarm of space undead fell silent. In order to rid them of their foolishness, the Silent King had to make some concessions in his rage, temporarily allowing them to "forget" their despicable nature.

Only the quiet hum of the brain's central processing unit remained.

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"The King of Silence!!!"

Tarasin shrieked, his voice booming. Part of his fleet had been scattered by the Silent King's surprise attack, forcing the Endless Ones to retreat in disarray.

"It's using banned weapons—damn it, that's the ban it signed in the first place?! Weren't those megastructures destroyed?!?"

Tarasin gritted his teeth, his body's engines running at super power, forcibly leading his fleet to evade the Silent King's long-range attack and immediately retreat.

At the same time, the space necromancer practically tumbled and crawled to the porthole on the side of the warship. With a BANG!, Tarasin pressed his metallic face tightly against the porthole, his fluorescent eyes flashing.

It saw a planet that had been pierced and destroyed. The blow had created a hollow sphere on the spherical celestial body, with a volume no less than one-third that of the planet, piercing through the entire planet.

Countless pale purple fragments of planetary debris scattered across the void, but what worried Tarasin most was that patch of darkness—

A pure black cloud, resembling a planetary storm, rose from the punctured cavity of the planet, and a torrential downpour of black dust swept across the entire planet's surface.

Hades was injured, absolutely injured, Tarasin thought, it roughly knew what the Silent King had used—

Even over the long course of time, under the orders of the Silent King, most of the space undead have lost their memories of how they shattered the Star God.

But Tarachin managed to piece together a fragment of the truth through vague memories and archaeological evidence: it was a "spear." In the records of several Necromancer dynasties, the Silent King used a spear to shatter the Burners.

But it is by no means a "spear" that can be held in one's hand.

These concrete weapon names are actually the names of a series of man-made mega-corpuscles.

But after the Necromancers of Space concluded that the Star Gods would never pose a threat, the Silent King promised to destroy these colossal weapons.

Because the maintenance and use of these megastructures will cause unbearable tearing to the Milky Way. Some megastructures will cause an entire resource-rich Class A galaxy to disappear directly every nanosecond of operation; some megastructures will accelerate the expansion and chaos of subspace, and their roars will even continuously give rise to the formation of subspace minor gods; some megastructures will directly and irreversibly distort the physical laws of the entire Milky Way, causing the originally simple theorems to wither into distorted states that are unsuitable for civilization to understand.

Each of these colossal structures was built by the Fearful Ones with the intention of sacrificing the entire galaxy, when they were facing a war with the Old Ones and already knew of the Star Gods' deception of them.

At that time, the Death-fearers—or rather, the Space Necromancers—had fallen into despair and madness as a whole race, and they desperately wanted to make everyone pay the price for their eternal damnation!

Several of the most talented weapon designers in the entire Necromancer civilization were selected to design the arrows of vengeance that the Necromancers would hurl at the Star Gods, at the cost of burning their entire personality templates and memories.

Before the war ended—the Death-Fearers never intended for any existence to survive!

But the war eventually ended. After the disappearance of the Ancient Saints, and after the wrath of the Fearful Ones shattered several Star Gods, the Silent King, the greatest king in the history of the Fearful Ones, the sinner who led the entire race into the abyss, was finally defeated.

This extremely morally fastidious, death-phobic person, faced with a galaxy full of trauma, chose to lay down his butcher's knife.

The galaxy is neither able nor capable of bearing another war in Heaven, and the pain of that war will endure forever. The entire galaxy will be plunged into an extremely long winter, and no more ancient civilizations or civilizations of the level of the fearsome will ever develop. The process of civilization in the galaxy has entered a long period of decline.

The once glorious temple was burned to the ground, leaving only insects and the corpses of saints on the wasteland.

So the Silent King left behind his tomb and turned away, banishing himself from the Milky Way.

Throughout the long years, the Silent King has repented, suffered, broken down, been ruthless, and become numb.

Even though the Fearful Death Dynasty was rife with intense factional politics and brutal infighting, it was ultimately the Fearful Death Dynasty that completely determined the biological transformation ritual.

A group of deluded feudal lords pushed them to the final decision—they slaughtered those dynasties that disagreed with the biological transformation and plunged the opponents into the abyss.

The cruelty of the past finally awakened the Silent King. Before exiling himself, he advocated and drafted countless regulations to protect the galaxy; he voluntarily destroyed the galaxy-destroying mega-weapons controlled by the Fear of Death—even though he would not use them, he could not be sure that the Fear of Death with ulterior motives had stolen the authority to use these weapons; and he returned the power of the remaining Fear of Death to choose their own destiny.

Meanwhile, the Necromancers of space will keep a close watch on emerging civilizations to ensure they do not bleed the galaxy again and that there will never be another war in Heaven.

The Silent King may be repenting.

All it's doing now is trying to bring the ruins of the entire galaxy back to life as much as possible.

But Tarachin thought all of this was nonsense. The Silent King was clearly running away. If it were truly repentant, it wouldn't have taken so long to finally decide to try and win back the souls of the Fearful Ones.

Tarachin subsequently searched for these colossal structures multiple times to see if the Silent King had truly destroyed them according to the regulations. However, various pieces of evidence and facts told him that the Silent King was indeed a moral madman, and that those colossal celestial bodies had been completely neutralized and eliminated by the Necromancers of Space.

This is why Tarachin believed that the Empire of Man had a chance of winning against the Silent King, because the most terrifying weapons of that time had been destroyed, and the Necromancers of the Space had no ability to replicate them.

The power of these megastructures is a complete dimensional reduction attack for the current galactic civilization!

It's like everyone is fighting with infantry and aircraft, and suddenly a fully armed person comes with a two-dimensional foil.

What a joke!

The reason it wasn't used in the previous battle against Storm King was probably because it was part of a dynastic power struggle. Just like two parties vying for power would never launch nuclear missiles at each other, they wouldn't completely destroy the army and territory that might belong to them next.

If Tarachin were still a fearful of the dead, then its pulse would likely pound violently, so shocked it would be hard to breathe—

The Silent King used the weapon he had promised to destroy!

Tarasin's mind went on high alert. Its first thought was: Where exactly did that old man, the Silent King, hide this colossal celestial body?! How could it have never let it discover it before!

After all, even if it's not allowed, the resources required to maintain a giant celestial body are astronomical! Not to mention that as long as a giant celestial body exists, it will continuously pollute the star sector around it!

Just how exaggerated was the Silent King's wealth?!

Seeing that Hades' situation was not good, Tarasin instinctively and anxiously knocked on the window.

"Hades?! Hades—run!!!"

If the Silent King were to unleash his fury, there would be far more than just one spear of vengeance.

Hades is now absolutely certain—even Hades couldn't withstand another spear attack! After all, these colossal structures were originally designed to shatter complete Star Gods! If the core is hit, even a complete Star God couldn't withstand a single spear!

Using "spears" to attack a fragment of a star god—what a waste! It's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito!

However, this also indirectly confirms that the Silent King currently has no other better way to attack Hades.

Tarachin desperately prayed that the shot hadn't hit Hades directly—it should have been so, as the spear's core "inner flame" hadn't directly contacted Hades, but its outer "afterglow" had definitely struck.

Taracin was so nervous that it did something incredibly foolish: it pounded on the porthole and stared intently at the lifeless planet, as if Hades could hear its cries.

"Run—run, Hades—jump now! Jump now!!!! Don't stop!!!!"

Taracin roared in despair—but it knew that even a jump would not save it, for the Necromancer's attack was automatically guided.

But besides making Hades run faster, what else can it do?!

The void isolated the heart-wrenching screams of the cosmic undead; the countless stars merely trembled, and at the far end of the dark sky, the shattered planets and the shattered gods fell silent.

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Vox managed to regain his senses amidst the violent jolts.

As soon as he regained his senses, this self-proclaimed brave demon immediately collapsed to the ground in agony and began to writhe and vomit.

He has reached the front line.

This was the only thought in Vox's nauseating mind, which forced its way into his brain, because there had never been a more intense black domain.

—Fragments of Will—