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

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Chapter 838 [280] WAAAAGH!! WAAAAAAAAGH!!

Betrayal is the only inevitable consequence of civilization.

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"Fuck your mother's mother—fuck!!!"

As the rain fell, the black water drizzled down from above, gradually converging into streams. The insect swarm fled much faster than he had imagined.

The body is floating.

Before Tyren could escape, he transformed into the earth beneath his feet. The biological waste that would make any race frown turned into a giant spherical planet due to the attraction and pull between masses. The entire star system was cleared out, leaving only the twisted and blasphemous fleshy planet in the center.

Dark droplets fell from above the fleshy planet, struggling to squeeze out from among the filthy, crowded corpses.

I shakily got up, feeling as if my whole body had been carefully crushed and then pieced back together.

A tall, humanoid figure emerged from the drizzling stream of dark water, its entire body pitch black except for a single scarlet dot in its left eye.

"Tarasin—Tarasin—Stop calling!"

Hades shouted weakly through gritted teeth, feeling as if billions of tiny, undead angels were singing in unison in his ears, buzzing like swarms of mosquitoes on the banks of the River in August.

"Oh~ Oh oh oh! I'm so grateful that you still retain your own will, Hades."

The Endless One's mocking voice immediately rang in my ears.

"Hold on a little longer, we'll be right there—Tyron has a lot of them."

"Thank you—ugh—"

Hades wanted to say something more, but a pale, expressionless face emerged from the darkness, followed by a distorted, almost abstract expression, and then he began to gag in agony.

He vomited up small, insect-like fragments from his stomach, and Hades realized something was wrong; he rarely felt nauseous.

"I feel like I have some indigestion..."

He said weakly that the price of forcibly ending the Star God Form was weakness, but if he didn't end it, the high-energy-consuming Star God Form would burn him alive.

He felt he had ingested food, but it was also unlikely that he had.

In short, whether or not it was eaten.

There was a rare silence during the communication, then the voice of the Endless One rang out again, uncertainly.

"I think you may have ingested too much mass at once, Hades."

Tarachin recalled for a moment and said,

"Although Star Gods can also absorb mass, from what I've seen, they don't seem to prefer pure mass. Simply absorbing mass seems to be a painful choice for Star Gods because they are in an energy state, and absorbing mass might involve other digestive processes. Therefore, Star Gods generally don't choose mass."

It's not just that they generally wouldn't; Tarachin has seen star gods who were nearly starving themselves wouldn't gnaw on stones—they would rather devour their own kind.

A star god willing to devour a large amount of mass... Hades is probably the first. Tarachin is still unsure how much of Hades' will he can retain after Hades transforms into Hades. This at least proves the commonality between Hades and Hades, which is that they are both gluttonous.

But regardless, Hades is this.

The Endless One gives a thumbs up.

The ingestion of a large amount of mass may also be one reason why Hades ended his Star God form; he needed some time to digest the mass from Tyrion.

After all, maintaining a star god form is extremely energy-consuming. The star gods that Tarachin had seen usually liked to lie on stars and stay as still as possible.

After a brief brainstorming session, Tarachin confidently began to speak.

"Hades, I know, you have food poisoning."

"In all honesty... I never imagined I would hear this description again after I left Barbarossa."

"Look on the bright side, you can finally feel this feeling again."

Tarachin spoke casually, but in reality, his fleet was moving at full speed. The space necromancer's expression remained unwavering. After a brief moment of contemplation, it lifted one hand and teleported [Typhons] to another ship, immediately detaching that ship from the main fleet.

Hey! Wait a minute—

The shout of "Typhons" still echoed in his ears. Tarachin shook his head and sent a text message in that direction.

"Don't die before you figure out Tyronn!"

Although the army of the Great Devourer is now defeated, Tarasin has a premonition that they will attack again... perhaps from an angle they never expected.

Another hypothesis floated in its mind: it was possible that the Star God's authority would assimilate the part that came from Tyrion—could that happen? Tarachin couldn't say for sure.

After all, it was the first time for everything, and there weren't many precedents to refer to.

"This feels really bad."

Hades' voice still sounded weakly on the other end of the communication. It seemed that he had gone through a sanity check after facing and devouring Tyrannosaurus and rolled a not-so-good result, but fortunately Hades had temporarily woken up.

As long as he wakes up, that's good. A conscious person is much more rational than someone who is unconscious.

"Relax,"

Tarasin blinked.

"When I crawled out of the altar of self-transformation, I also felt very bad, but in fact, I was perfectly fine and had no pain. It was just that my mind was overwhelmed. I understand how you feel now, Hades. I also hope that you can go to the medical room for a while."

"Unfortunately though..."

Unfortunately, the troubles were endless.

Hades took the words from Tarasin's ear, and somewhat like a living person rising from the dark waters, turned his head to look into the distance.

This newly formed fleshy planet had no atmosphere, so even the starry sky visible to the naked eye was clear enough. He saw the pale purple Tyranids gradually receding into the distance, like a low-quality picture.

They also saw the beastly behemoth that, like a Viking warship, broke through the white and purple waves and sped against the wind.

The colossal ship, painted entirely in a ferocious green, was the size of an entire satellite. Its front end was menacing, like the gaping maw of a beast. Countless warships of varying sizes were rapidly emerging from it. Crimson searchlights hung high on the beast's head, forming its eyes. This behemoth was as heavy and savage as a battering ram.

As far as the eye could see, it was as if one could already hear the thunderous roar of the warships, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"

Faintly, the phantom images of the green-skinned Gogo and Mao, which broke out of the subspace, began to take shape in the void!

"Ork...orc."

Hades muttered the name of the race that annoyed him, took a deep breath (even though there was no air here), and casually reached out. A slender scythe gradually emerged from the dark water beneath his feet, its surface naturally and vividly carved with mysterious and bizarre patterns as if flowing liquid.

Hades gripped the scythe and pulled the casually held sickle from the River Styx.

"I don't know why they came here."

His expression gradually turned cold.

"War, huh?"

Tarasin's voice was intermittent.

"I would be more surprised if they didn't come to fight such a big war."

Hades' gaze swept over the clan emblem that he recognized, a mark he had casually sketched, now a deadly blow delivered to him as he caught his breath.

"The Underworld".

"This is such a pleasant surprise..."

Hades said calmly, the King of the Underworld, holding a scythe, seemed to want to show off, but the next moment, he suddenly bent over and began to vomit violently.

"Tarashin... help me clear out the monsters first."

A weak, listless voice came through, and Tarasin gave a casual "hmm."

"Let's be clear first, this is all the troops I have. Hades, after I've dealt with the Greenskins for you, I probably won't be able to stop the Silent King."

"I have no intention of hurting you, Tarasin, but you speak as if you are now capable of fighting the Silent King."

"Okay, your reason is impeccable, but it hurts me too much. Even those who fear death should have dreams."

Tarachin waved his hand and snapped his fingers casually, and countless silver crescent-shaped warships instantly appeared beside his fighter jet.

"I'm willing but unable to fight the Tyrannosaurus, but you, the Endless Tarrasin, can still lend a hand against the Greenskins! -- I've also contacted Fernus for you, here are the coordinates, Hades. When the Silent King attacks, just run to Fernus and don't come looking for me."

After all, they were old enemies to some extent, and even now—Tarasin could see that there was a regressive form in the opposing Greenskin clan that was very similar to an ancient orc.

But so what? Back then, it fought against an all-Ancient Orc lineup at its peak!

However, the opponent became weaker, and so did it.

Seeing that Tarasin had agreed, Hades fell silent again. He was once again experiencing the feeling of food poisoning, which made him lose control of himself. It was as if his soul was not connected with his body, and he was always a beat slow in doing anything.

He felt his senses extend, into a grander yet noisier perspective. Amidst the bizarre and fantastical, Hades seemed to hear countless whispers, like hard shells colliding. Something was calling to him, or perhaps he had connected to the wrong wire, switching his communication channel to some inexplicable realm.

But in a moment of distraction, the feeling subsided, and Hades stood once more amidst the waters of the underworld, scythe in hand.

He just wants to be quiet and process things for a while.

Because of my indigestion.

Standing in the deep and clear Milky Way, countless white lights, as brilliant as shooting stars but much faster than shooting stars, streaked across his vision, passing over Hades' planet. Beside each white rainbow, a dim, luminous green shimmered.

Thanks to Tarasim, this true-hearted, death-fearing man, Hades sincerely hopes that he can find his soul.

Directly ahead, a dazzling, massive, yet silent explosion has begun.

Among those large and small, charging green-skinned warships,

The Gaussian defensive turrets of the Space Necromancers were the first to detonate the barrage of torpedoes. Then, amidst the colorful explosions, several crescent-shaped warships glided swiftly and lightly out of their ranks, manipulating the menacing beasts like precise scalpels.

The cannons hummed as high-energy particle beams were launched along the magnetic field, only to be shattered by the electric arc, breaking apart into a long, visible whip that lashed out at the outer side of the rugged green-skinned warship.

Following the pre-set path, they would precisely cut along the gaps in the Greenskin warship modules, then let these behemoths disintegrate under the immense force of inertia and acceleration, but the Greenskins reacted much faster than Tarasin had imagined.

These seemingly crude WAAAAGH warships suddenly coughed loudly as if they had choked, and then the towering towers on them, made of brass and black stone, began to hum. Underneath them, the crazy kids opened their mouths wide and shouted WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!

In an instant, just like at the time of the full moon, the overflowing green energy field suddenly went WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!

Tarasin watched as the signals from the cruisers and escorts he had dispatched became intermittent in the Greenskins' WAAAGH field, as if they had swallowed a jumping bug, making precise command difficult.

The next moment, a massive cannon that suddenly appeared from nowhere on the green-skinned warship ignited these scalpels, and dozens of tiny fireworks lit up the sky before being smashed by the giant ship.

“Is that right?!”

"Tarasin roared, 'Can't it beat the greens in a naval battle?! Can't it beat the greens in a naval battle?!'"

Come home, Tarazin, come home, okay? You can't even beat a greenskin?

The WAAAAGH position that this green-skinned fleet has acquired may far exceed the level of civilization they have demonstrated!

With a wave of his hand, Tarasim split the Endless Fleet in two, with the Black Stone Tombstones standing tall on the more agile ships.

"Hades, you're taking a break, but can I borrow your Dark Domain for a bit? Just give me a small portion, that'll be enough!"

Hades' eyelids twitched, but he agreed to Tal Rashin's strategy. After all, Tal Rashin was the main force, and the goal was to defeat these greenskins as much as possible before they reached the rear crystal (Hades) – no problem.

Suppressing his weakness and nausea, Hades reached out his hand. At that moment, the silver-white fleet of space necromancers glided out from both sides of his vision, like white swallows skimming across the sea. On the flat warships, towering tombstones pierced through like sharp swords.

Hades felt billions of tiny screams exploding in his ears, but he forced himself to concentrate. Amidst the billions of calls, cries, wails, and screams, he found that familiar feeling that tugged at his fingertips.

This is it!

A black lightning bolt shot up like a thread, as fine as a spider's web, transmitted from Hades's fingertips, and in an instant flew past the silvery crescent moon, disappearing into the warship tombstone closest to Hades.

The next moment, the entire black stone tombstone roared violently, and bolts of lightning burst forth, wildly and disorderly striking into the sky. Lightly patrolling to the side, its comrade slightly turned its body to receive the lightning bolt!

Hades moved his gaze, following his pupils, and saw the endless fleet gradually drawing in from his dark domain in an orderly and dazzling manner. Hades could feel his senses regarding his dark domain being pulled, sinking into the distance.

"!"

During the communication, Tarasin whistled merrily.

The next moment, the fleet deployed!

The two columns of ships stretched out together, their chaotic movements resembling two invisible giant hands playing cat's cradle. Sparks of silver flashed, and their tails burst open in an instant, charging straight into the charging ranks of the green-skinned behemoths.

"Terran's resistance to evolution has developed the ability to ignore the Dark Zone—can the Orks do that?"

Tarasin's slightly flippant voice rang out, still reflecting the confidence in the space necromancer warship's base stats.

Moreover, even if it were to revert to ancient times, without its leader, the Ancient Saint, these green-skinned creatures would be far too inexperienced to even attempt a fight against it.

Hades sighed, silently increasing the concentration of the Dark Domain—the Dark Domain was a skill independent of his Star God abilities, using two different skill bars.

Ships shuttled back and forth, and countless sharp-edged silver threads unfolded before our eyes. Although these fine threads looked like hairs on the scale of the green-skinned behemoth, the absolute power contained within them should not be underestimated.

As long as the Greenskins survive and thrive using psionic energy, and as long as their development is inseparable from the two lesser gods, Hades can always annihilate them.

He doesn't even need to take action himself.