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

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+Integration? +

The piercing sound waves tore through its chitinous shell and then dissipated again. It looked at Him and was delighted to realize that it could negotiate.

'Devour, merge, co-evolve!!!'

+……+

Hades remained silent.

He never imagined...

No, perhaps He knew it would be like this. Only pure chaotic gods harbor an absolute desire to destroy Him. Apart from that, individuals from the physical galaxy have always hoped to obtain a piece of His body.

Those fragments of the Star Gods that fought each other, which the Tyranids coveted and coveted.

Perhaps the law governing the physical universe is devouring—

A capture of energy, matter, and information.

The more it devours, the stronger it becomes; this is a form of possession of the physical galaxy.

But why not...?

+So why don't you choose to let me devour you? Is it because you don't want to? Is it because you still want to exist? +

Or do you think...you're capable of killing me?

Hades smiled, and the next moment, the darkness that made him up exploded like fireworks in the sky, piercing into the writhing pile of flesh like armor-piercing bullets.

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Hades sat at the dining table, resting his chin on his hand, looking utterly bored.

He felt bored and hungry. He had felt this intense hunger a long, long time ago, but it seemed like he hadn't felt this hungry in a long time.

He waited for his dinner, but he couldn't smell a single aroma of food—no longer the chaotic desserts he craved, nor the struggling and screaming fragments of the stars.

Hades waited for a long time, but still saw nothing. The lights were dim, and the walls and ceiling of the entire restaurant seemed to come alive and began to writhe. However, Hades, who was bored and even began to nod and doze off, did not seem to realize anything was wrong.

He was just so tired and hungry that he couldn't stand the hunger anymore.

If this continues, he'll be so hungry he'll be gnawing on rocks.

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'?! !!! !!! '

Quality is rapidly deteriorating, exceeding expectations and even surpassing the minimum acceptable level—but the coveted piece of meat remains undigested.

At the center of the solid fleshy galaxy, it is melting as if it were being disintegrated by strong acid. Black light explodes out, and if it were not for the obstruction of flesh and blood, this terrifying explosion would be observed from tens of millions of light-years away.

He simply chose to explode—

No, He chose to devour. As long as the quality of what He swallowed was greater than that of the other side, He could win this battle. Even if it would cause Him indigestion, it would still be a worthwhile deal.

Besides, He was already very hungry.

This shift in thinking brought about a complete reversal. He should have done so, but human thought, morality, and concepts of good and evil had bound Him, even though He had once included such beings within the scope of the recipe.

But devouring it in this way, like the Devouring Star God Fragment... is a first for me.

The Star Gods' feeding is more advanced; it's not just about swallowing mass and energy. You gain a portion of their abilities or authority—for the Chaos, their authority is completely digested by the Dark Domain, broken down into smaller, purely unusable entities.

As for physical entities like the fragments of the Star God, their authority will be cut up and utilized until Pluto enters a deep Star God state. Only then will the authority that was hastily swallowed be digested a second time, merging and resonating with Pluto's own authority.

As for Tyrion... as for Tyrion... this creation of the physical world, so vast that it could be piled up to form a god, does it possess authority? If so, what would it look like?

Hades didn't know.

He didn't care either.

Concern for what happens after death is a right unique to the survivors, but it seems unlikely that He will survive until then—He will either be shattered by the outsiders or imprisoned by the Silent King.

He simply tried to swallow the food, which was not very tasty to him.

At first, swallowing was very difficult, but after getting used to it, the speed and efficiency became astonishing. Hades felt Tyran screaming in his mouth, as if in terror, having never seen an individual that could be swallowed more than himself.

After all, Tyrannosaurus Rex eats by carefully chewing its food with the tiny mouths of its insects, while Hades eats by tearing open a spatial rift and swallowing it whole.

This is the efficiency of the Star God.

As Tyrannosaurus Rex's storm engulfed it, Tyrannosaurus Rex flinched for a moment, and then—perhaps its time of contemplation was long enough compared to the rest of its time—it was now facing the food it had been longing for.

But when the fish on the table jumped up, slapped it hard across the face, and started eating it, something was wrong.

Tyrande finally encountered an individual it had never met before—one that ate faster than it and was similar in size in some respects.

In a nanosecond, the massive swarm of insects deeply considered the upcoming battle and finally determined the best survival strategy.

It realized it was ultimately powerless to defeat Him; even more terrifying, the swarm realized it had personally opened a new Pandora's box—

It completed the part of Him that involved devouring the physical world.

Hades, however, didn't think much of it and ate and drank as usual; he was hungry.

He ate and ate, for this was the nourishment necessary for ascending to godhood, the energy necessary for survival. Finally, He heard Tyrion's shriek and felt His body suddenly freeze!

The massive mass of Tyrannosaurus, enough to fill an entire galaxy, scattered and fled. The departure of its enormous mass even brought forth a tremendous wave of gravitational force, which caused Hades to suddenly stop.

Trillions of Tyranids screamed and fled into the distance, like a balloon full of bullets being popped in an instant, causing countless round marbles to tumble down, leaving the individual in the very center of the space bewildered and helpless.

"Aa ...

The Tyran River reversed instantly, and Tarachin's entire fleet was submerged in the towering waves, the ships beginning to rock violently.

Countless hideous, monstrous alien insects swarmed towards the portholes that filled the entire command room. The Endless Ones instinctively clung tightly to [Typhons], screaming together.

Fortunately, the stench of [Typhons]'s shriek had affected the Endless Ones, restoring some of Tarasin's courage and reason.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tarasin suddenly saw on the command panel that the darkness at the very center was now fluctuating in an extremely abnormal range, violently pounding against the purple pixels.

Taracin abruptly released Typhons and slammed his fist onto the command table with a death-defying air.

boom!

"Full power forward!!!"

Tarasin roared and gave the order.

"Activate the Anti-Psionic Domain!!! Activate the Star God Suppression Field!!! Charge with me!!!"

A dazzling energy ring suddenly lit up the flat crescent-shaped stern of the warship, then dissipated in a flash, and the warship shot off the next moment!

Talasin activated full-channel communication, maximizing the radio wave output power. Then, the Endless One coughed and cleared his throat. He then shouted passionately towards the front—the front whose view was blocked by the Endless Tyrannosaurus.

"Hades—ah!!! Hades!!!! Wake up!!!!"

At the same time, Taracin used sound waves to emit high-frequency sounds that only the Star God could hear, the effect of which was to calm the Star God.

"Wake up—wake up—"

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"Wake up!"

The harsh mechanical sounds echoed across the deck, causing the noisy farts to scream in fear, only to be kicked back into their fart holes by the hurried green-skinned creatures.

"Commander! Commander! Boss Ban Tou said the voice is coming from the other side of the Big Meatball Galaxy!"

The hurried messenger stopped in silence at the door, its small, round, beady eyes fixed on the greatest green-skinned leader in history.

The big front tooth was standing proudly in the stargazing room, a room made entirely of transparent material, allowing the green skins to observe the star field without any blind spots.

Now, however, the house is no longer filled with mysterious starlight. Instead, a dim, beast-like red light flickers, and countless fleeing Tyrannosaurus crash into their warships and onto the portholes. In this room with no cover, these ferocious beasts seem to pounce directly on them.

Another Tyrannosaurus Rex with its gaping maw suddenly rammed into them, making the whole room seem to shake. When the messenger saw the Tyrannosaurus Rex's fierce eyes, he instinctively shrank back.

But when it saw Zhan Shuai with his big front teeth, Zhan Shuai remained unmoved, displaying great courage and boldness.

"Thanks for passing on the message, lad, I got it."

The robot's voice still echoed in the rooms of the green-skinned behemoth: "Wake up! Hades!" The messenger boy didn't know what it meant, and the green-skinned warlord ignored the strange voice.

"Let's go back."

The man with the large front teeth waved his hand, and when he heard the door close gently, he still didn't turn around.

Its gaze remained firm and bright, carrying a light of unwavering resolve.

“Mag boy...you really should see what happened today.”

It said softly.

"How many races do you think will covet the gods who abandoned us in the past?"

“But it’s okay… I’m here, boss.”

"Come and welcome us—welcome a race you have betrayed!"

The view suddenly shifted outwards, and this completely transparent room, like a tiny light bulb, revealed countless giant ships the size of moons, sailing steadily amidst the overwhelming swarm of insects.

The room where Zhan Shuai with the big teeth stood was, in terms of scale, as small and light as a soap bubble on an island.

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"Wake up! Wake up!"

Mortarian frowned sharply and turned around, staring intently at the broadcast system on the Resilient. All broadcasts were receiving this frequency, and even the private communication channel in the Primarch's helmet was now filled with the Endless's pig-like screams.

However, Tarahim was the pig that got slaughtered.

Death's breathing quickened, and poison gas sprayed from behind his gas mask. Karas, standing beside him, also took a deep breath and glanced sideways at the Primarch.

Don't get distracted.

Karas frowned and said, "Now the entire fleet is going to warp, and the Primarch, as the core of the array, cannot afford to make any mistakes."

【I know. 】

Mortarian said sullenly, blinking his eyes in anguish. The next instant, a thick white mist emanated from his body, and Karas instantly felt a surge of warp currents, as if the entire fleet were being submerged in a river.

[Ready to set sail.]

Mortarian turned his head and said this, not to Karas, but to another Mortarian on the other end of the channel.

[I know.]

A simple voice came over, mixed with the screams of the Endless Ones slaughtering pigs. Mortarion's brow furrowed even deeper, but he didn't say anything more.

The next moment, a long rainbow appeared from subspace.

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"Wake up! Hades?!"

【Killiman】rolled his eyes with interest, then smiled and looked to his side, his azure eyes full of mischievousness.

[I think something's wrong with your general?]

"Killiman" asked casually, but Lord Guilliman only wanted to sigh, but he held back in the end.

I think that's roughly the case, but Talazin is a high-profile undead, so I hope they're alright.

They'll be alright.

"Killiman" said slowly and deliberately, as if swallowing the rest of his sentence.

[Then I won't trouble you any further. It seems we'll need to send more troops over there? Not just two Mortarians.]

There are more than two Mortarians.

Guilliman nodded, seemingly agreeing with another chaotic version of his own proposal, and he also frowned—feeling genuine concern about what was happening on the battlefield that he didn't know about.

[Killiman]'s smile deepened. Without disturbing Kiliman any further, he stood up from the reception table, ignoring his other self seeing the guest off, and walked out of the reception hall on his own.

What stage have we reached?

[Killiman] smiled as he walked out of the opulent reception room, the shadows in the corridor casting a shadow over his azure eyes.

When...when will this so-called "bright version of destiny" savior completely lose control? When will he completely disappear?

Don't rush... don't rush... [Killiman]...

Anyway, you've already seen that scene beforehand... just like He showed it to you back then...

Hmm... I wonder if the Lord of All Changes is doing well now.

[Guilliman] hopes that He is being tormented to the point of despair by [The Emperor].