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

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As for Hades… as for the outer beings… Neos was so insistent, so trusting—trusting in Hades' wisdom!

trust!

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"Aa ...

The dark star god in the void cried out in anguish. Beside him, the remains of the giant Tyrannosaurus, which had just been shattered by his brute force and resembled a pitcher plant, were scattered everywhere, and the emerald light within them dimmed instantly.

"They've learned the superdimensional restraint techniques of the Death-Fearers—?!?"

The cry of the Endless One rang in Hades' ears.

"What the hell?! These inferior insects—no, no, no, these are completely crude imitations! They have absolutely no essence or soul of the technology of the Undead!!!"

These monsters created from inferior insects are far less powerful than the Fearful Death Hyperdimensional Cube Cage!

But here's the thing.

There are enough of them.

Chapter 836【278】WAR IS JUST WAR

Another Fate Line

【past】

[Their numbers are astounding... It truly surprises me; they're like insects, no, far more numerous than insects.]

【Killiman】said slowly, wearing light armor, gold thread shimmering on his azure blue silk blouse, a wine glass swirling between his fingers, and 【Luojia】sounding a hint of blood on his nose.

[Didn't you promise me you'd end this purge soon? Luojia... my friend.]

The misguided believer, [Luojia], felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up, following [Guilliman]'s gaze as he looked at the screen. There, an entire planet was surrounded, and on the ground, [The Word Bearers] were slaughtering the aliens within the legion.

Outside the planet, the Ultramarines' warships floated quietly, starlight arcing across their straight hulls.

Luo Jia choked up. After his meeting with Motalian and Guilliman, he became even more determined to pledge allegiance to Robert Guilliman.

His loyalty earned him recognition, and Guilliman revealed his true plan to Luojia.

The great king turned his gaze to Terra, his azure eyes filled with determination and benevolence. Humanity needed liberation, from that tyrant. This was the right choice, and [Luojia Oririan] naturally chose to follow.

With an attitude of never questioning and never wavering.

But first… [Guilliman] needs an absolute force. He will not allow any dissidents to appear in his army. This is how [Guilliman] taught his legions. And now, he needs [Luojia] and his [Word Bearers] to do the same.

Thus began the massacre and purge.

Those who believed in the false emperor were shaved off from the legion.

Sweat dripped down Luo Jia's forehead as he stared nervously at the screen, hoping his legion would work harder. But to his astonishment, even though he had already given the legion proper religious education, the number of soldiers who defected in the face of battle was still enormous.

This will displease Killieman.

Luo Jia glanced at Guilliman again, but Guilliman ignored him, staring blankly at the screen as if it were broadcasting a weather forecast.

The cold-blooded monarch slowly twirled the wine glass between his fingers, a casual remark escaping his lips as if it had never been uttered.

[There are so many... These Word Bearers... there are more of them than insects.]

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"Give up your futile resistance!!!"

Explosive shells pierced the smoke, and Alvin, the Word Bearer, fired continuously. The billowing smoke almost obscured the entire battlefield, but it would not hinder the gun and sword in his hands.

The next moment, a sword light with golden flames at its edge pierced through the thick fog beside him! It headed straight for Alvin's head, but the dust beneath the feet of the [Word Bearer] suddenly exploded, and a blue dread monster burst open in front of his neck, blocking the attack and exploding in mid-air, turning into a dizzying cloud of blue dust.

This created an opportunity for him to strike. Alvin raised his hand, and the chainsaw sword in his hand shot straight at the attacker. After a series of dull, metallic cracking sounds, blood splattered everywhere, almost covering his face.

His face contorted from the exertion, yet he laughed wildly with ecstasy.

“Praise be to the great Lord Robert, you traitors!”

"It is you who have betrayed us."

The sound of heavy breathing came from the shell-cratered helmet. Alvin laughed wildly as he watched the combat visors of the Fallen in his legion dim. He suddenly drew his sword, causing the corpse pressed against him to slam heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Footsteps sounded, and behind Alvin, a high priest holding a holy book appeared. He carried a tall, blazing staff of fire on his back, within which burned an inextinguishable blue flame. Three human heads surrounded this beautiful and enchanting flame, and Tzeentch fire demons gathered around it, laughing.

The high priest's voice echoed across the land, piercing the thick fog like the flames rising high behind him. Alvin heard more footsteps coming to support the battlefield.

"Why remain so stubborn?! Following the false emperor will plunge your souls into the abyss! A tyrant's ambition is nothing but sacrifice—he will sacrifice all of humanity! Yet you insist on believing he will bring salvation—abandon! Abandon! We are of the same origin!—Repent! Repent! Our merciful and great Primordial Being will forgive your ignorance!!!"

The voice was loud and clear, carrying an undeniable resolve, and also accompanied by some more mysterious power.

Listening to the sacred words, Alvin felt his vision light up. His eyes were now bright and clear, covered with a layer of shimmering blue light. He instantly sensed the traitors hiding in the abandoned bunker.

Attack! Attack! Attack!!!

He charged in, his chainsaw still raw and bleeding, and joined his comrades in battle. The idea of ​​sacrificing for faith and God was so fervent that he felt himself becoming holy and noble.

From the dark, eternal night sky came a cry that was more ancient and enduring, like the cry of a giant bird from antiquity. This gave him strength and courage, as if possessed by a god. Alvin wielded his sword, severing head after head—

Among them were people he knew and people he didn't know, but in any case, those who were glaring angrily were once his brothers in arms, but they had betrayed him, so they needed to shave the rotten flesh off the legion.

Another one appeared. Alvin raised his sword, but the chainsaw in his hand was easily knocked away by the opponent's scepter. He recognized the opponent as Rosen, a low-ranking priest from another squadron, but he did not expect that he would also be willing to follow the false emperor.

The chainsaw sword that had been knocked out of his hand was still spinning in the air when Alvin drew his own chainsaw gun, fired directly at the opponent, and immediately retreated to the nearest cover.

The bullet was fired at an extremely high speed, but it froze and trembled in place when it was only one meter away from the low-ranking priest.

Alvin turned his head and almost immediately recognized that the force that stopped the bullet from advancing came from the other party's scepter.

At this moment, as the low-ranking priest Rosen prayed, the scepter forged from adamantite shone brightly. Although it could not illuminate the battlefield, it was enough to illuminate the priests. The boundary between the golden light and the battlefield was clear and abrupt. A black line appeared out of thin air and swayed at the outermost edge of the golden light.

"You have betrayed your past selves, betrayed your past legions, betrayed your past selves—fallen souls, do you know that you have already fallen into hell?"

The low-ranking priest whispered, praying as if trying to connect with some higher-dimensional being. Alvin immediately looked around and discovered other similar golden lights flashing nearby—

A magic circle composed of multiple priests is attempting to send a message to the outside world! They're trying to tell the false emperor that a legion has betrayed them!

"Listen to our voices... Your Majesty... Listen to the prayers of your loyal warriors."

Without a moment's hesitation, Alvin charged toward the priest. He was determined to break the magic circle. Without thinking, the wind whistled past his ears. He had never been so fast, faster than lightning.

The closer he got to the priest, the more stinging he felt. The immense, needle-like pain squeezed him like the pressure of the deep sea. He felt his flesh and blood hanging from his bones, and the golden light almost blinded him.

But he still arrived. He rushed over without hesitation and lunged at the priest. His eyes were blinded by the golden light, so he could not see the blue flames that shone around him, as brilliant as burning souls.

throat!

They fell backward together without attacking each other, but the power from the higher dimension had already put their lives in grave danger. Alvin lay panting on the ground, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his previous power completely dissipated.

His perception of the world was weakening. The cold, hard earth beneath him was becoming soft, like clouds. The acrid smoke was fading away, becoming faint and thin. He tried to open his eyes, but all he could see was the huge blue halo getting closer and closer to him.

So dazzling... so... it made him feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.

Alvin gasped for breath, his ears no longer ringing with the sounds of explosions and the roar of warplanes, but he could hear the priest's faint last words, barely audible.

"Why...why must we turn against each other...why betray each other? That is the right path...my lord..."

"My Lord, where are you?"

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"He does not exist."

Vox said that the power he had gained from Khorne was so sharp that he felt as if some enormous, spiked object was growing in his soul, and would suddenly expand and pierce his soul from time to time.

Opposite him, [Galo] stood coldly, his heavy sword pressed against the ground.

"Vox," he continued, breathing heavily, oblivious to the fact that his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

"False Emperor, Emperor, Black King, God Emperor—no matter what title he holds, he is not our savior! The galaxy he leads is flawed—Galo, you shouldn't have chosen that path!"

"So, bowing down to Chaos is the right path?"

"Garro, the former commander of the 7th Company of the Death Guard, said calmly, looking at Vox with an expression that could almost be described as pity."

They all had no way out. The purge within the Deathguard had already begun, and Vox, who had joined Khorne, was neither on Mortalian's side nor willing to join the loyalists.

Alone and isolated, he stormed into the fortress guarded by Gara during the stalemate between the Death Guards and the other side.

This remark enraged [Vox], causing the stubborn Barbarosian to suffer and ultimately leading him into a state of uncontrollable rage.

Blood Scythe pounced on them even before [Galo] anticipated it.

The clash between the greatsword and the blood scythe produced a dull clang. The sharp spikes protruding from the crimson scythe blade, like bone spurs, became stuck on the greatsword's edge, leaving claw marks on the blade like a vengeful ghost from hell.

[Galo] looked at [Vox], the warrior he had once brought into the legion. At this moment, [Vox]'s face showed an almost self-destructive expression, with fanaticism and pain alternating on his face.

“I thought you would be different from [Motalian] and the others.”

"I know!!!"

[Vox] roared, blood splattering from his mouth along with saliva, his eyes bloodshot and bulging as if about to burst from their sockets.

"But there was no choice—no path—none of them were right—none of them were what he wanted—!!!"

He is the same person again.

[Galo] calmly thought, and with a flick of his wrist, broke the stalemate with [Vox]. He sneered, wondering why these Barbarus people seemed to have been bewitched.

"Even your dead Hades didn't give you the answer, did he?"

【Galo】coldly revealed the truth.

"Stubborn to the end, willing to betray the Emperor for a dead illusion, I even began to doubt whether that so-called Hades was a believer in Chaos."

These words truly ignited [Vox]. [Galo] was astonished to see [Vox]'s figure grow larger almost instantly, and blood flowed from the mouths and noses of countless corpses at their feet, all converging towards [Vox].

"You are not allowed to slander him."

The next moment! A fierce attack, like a storm, came crashing down on [Galo]. The phantom of the blood scythe was so fast that the attack seemed to come from all directions! The spikes on the scythe grew longer and sharper, like hungry demons vengeful for life.

[Galo] gritted his teeth and forcefully parried the attack with his sword. The floor beneath his feet was even imprinted with his own. [Vox], who had sold himself to Khorne, was far stronger than before!

If things continued this way, she would only be at a disadvantage in this battle—[Galo] realized that she had to provoke [Vox] and make him reveal a weakness due to his rage.

"But that's exactly what I saw!"

[Galo] Increase the volume.

“All of you Barbarosians who claim ‘Hades’ taught you wisdom! Mortarion, Karas, and Herrera! You all chose to embrace Chaos—is this the creed he taught you?!”

"Do not!!!!"

[Vox] roared, its attacks becoming increasingly rapid, giving [Galo] almost no chance to retaliate—[Vox] was now too agile, almost unlike a Barbarosian.

The Khorne demon's face was filled with pain and rage.

In the lulls of anger, in the gaps between the intertwining and licking of flames, [Vox] found fragments of the past. At least they had once been treated as human beings, not enslaved by the false emperor. They had been told that they should liberate all of humanity, not accept enslavement.

He recalled those late-night conversations, where Mortarian, with a grim expression, told them about the False Emperor's twisted and evil deeds.

Black King, sacrifice, devotion... these unsettling words filled them with panic and despair.

But they didn't have many options left. Apart from Chaos, there was no one who could stand against him, against the tyrant who used him to distort the empire and make it grow ever larger.

There is no such thing as good or noble in this galaxy; the noble die, and the wicked live on.

【Vox】to feel pain.

They betrayed Hades, and they also betrayed their past selves.

But he really had nowhere else to go.

There is no choice here, no right or wrong; they can only choose the wrong one or another wrong one.

He felt despair and chose a final act of resistance—to kill all the traitors, to kill all the evildoers. He was an enemy of everyone. If he killed every sinner, perhaps then fertile ground would be left for goodness to survive.

[Vox] gasped for breath, feeling as if his body no longer belonged to him. It was as if his soul had left his body, floating above the fiercely attacking [Vox].

He saw his own rage, and saw [Galo] calmly and madly find the opening in his attack, the heavy sword flashing, piercing through his chest in one strike, crushing his ribs, and severing his internal organs.

“A cowardly selfish person,”

[Galo] said coldly, then drew his sword again and severed [Vox]'s head without hesitation.

“We promised the God-Emperor sacrifice and dedication, giving ourselves to him wholeheartedly—Vox, I taught you this back then, yet you ultimately betrayed us.”

[Galo] shook his head, sheathed his sword, and prepared to leave, but he did not see that behind him, the headless corpse swayed and stood up again, tightly gripping the scythe in its hand.

Floating to the side, [Vox] chuckled, his eyes filled with madness.