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

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Forget about life sciences, genetic programming, natural selection, Darwinian theory, and all that; it's better to just go straight to theology! Give it a shout-out!!!

The science of well-thought-out bio-editing will eventually return to the realm of theology, just as absurd as a Nurgle warrior talking about life science to a space necromancer.

The words of Typhon were like thunder in the ears of the Endless One, which greatly shocked it, no less than when it heard Hades say that it actually ate very little.

"Genius!"

The Endless One exclaimed from the bottom of his heart that whoever proposed this solution must have an absolutely profound and unique understanding of the essential operating logic of this world and be able to realize the truth of this messed-up universe.

"So how do you plan to create a 'warp god' for them, or will you use an existing one?"

Tarasin took another step forward, almost reaching [Tefons] in front of it.

[Typhons] coughed muffledly and looked at Tarasin—in fact, his previous explanations had ulterior motives. If [Typhons] wanted to realize his vision, the other key technology he needed was in the hands of the Necromancers.

"The creation of new lesser gods will exacerbate the chaos in the warp... I don't think this is what this galaxy wants to see, and I don't know much about the other gods in this galaxy."

"However, they don't necessarily have to be warp gods."

【Typhons】 looked at Tarasin and took a step forward. Because of a very WAAAAGH idea, two beings of completely different races and different positions suddenly began to appreciate each other.

"Let me clarify what I need: I need a substance that allows warp forces to attach themselves to it and to multiply autonomously—"

This type of substance will be forcibly placed into the nerve center of Tyren and forcibly entered into the new generation along with its proliferation. At the same time, it needs to have the property of being able to be perceived, controlled, and resonated with by a certain subspace.

The chosen subspace entity should ideally possess high resistance, exhibiting the ability to discern and resist the intrusion of a large amount of noisy information.

"Next, all we need to do is configure the Tyranids who possess this warp information to indiscriminately attack Tyranids who do not have this warp information—"

Thus, the power to designate friend or foe does not lie with the Tyranids, but with the warp beings they 'believe in.' If a Tyranid possessing information about these warps undergoes a malignant mutation, we can, at extremely low cost and very quickly, have the warp beings directly kill these individuals based on their subjective intentions.

"Isn't this—"

Tarachin reached out and firmly grasped the hand of his half-brother. The Endless Ones always valued talent, especially those who could come up with brilliant ideas that resonated with them.

"Isn't this just..."

"Isn't this Blackrock?!"

The proliferation and autonomous movement of black stones are precisely the areas of strength for space necromancy.

Blackstone, on the other hand, can naturally resonate with the subspace, whether it is psionic or anti-psionic.

[Typhons] nodded. Now he was absolutely certain that Tarachin would come to his aid, and only now did his heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, begin to ease.

He was somewhat worried that he wasn't accomplishing much, since both Vox and Mrs. Psyche had clear goals, and Typhons had once seemed out of place among the three.

"So, this friendly alien race allied with the human empire... what kind of warp being do you think would be suitable to lead these new Terrans?"

There is only one candidate.

Just like Blackstone's absolute answer, Tarachin didn't hesitate to utter that word, the one that represented hope, devouring, star god, absolute power, freeloading, eating without paying, and Coca-Cola.

"Hades."

Tarachin gripped his comrade's hand tightly and shook it vigorously, but the owner of the hand seemed slightly intoxicated, somewhat dizzy, and possibly unconscious.

Because of this beautiful name.

But that's alright. With a snap of his fingers, Tarachin successfully contained his friend and his green-skinned laboratory. Let's talk about the rest in Tarachin's multidimensional universe.

Tarachin still had many questions for his friend, such as what motivated him to embark on such a great undertaking alone, and whether he was willing to continue contributing to the entire galaxy.

Of course, Taracin also has some troubles at the moment, namely that Hades will never allow someone who is 100% tainted by chaos to work under him—but it doesn't matter, Taracin will help [Typhons] to disguise himself.

After all, it is the invincible Tarachin!

"Alright, friend, we can talk about the rest of our heartfelt stuff once you're in my pocket universe."

Tarasin said earnestly. On the other side, Typhons, who had just regained some consciousness from the shadow of Hades, was directly captured into Tarasin's Poké Ball before it could even let out a scream.

Before falling into a coma again, all [Typhons] wanted to say was, could you help him bring his remaining two comrades over?

The one among them who had the least goals and the least motivation unexpectedly became the most likely person to be the first to meet Hades.

But this opportunity...

[Typhons] thought faintly before he lost consciousness,

He still wanted to give it to [Vox] first.

..............................

【at the same time】

On the battlefield, [Vox] managed to suppress a sneeze thanks to his unwavering will.

"Our front line is not the fastest."

[Vox] paused for a moment before speaking, then abruptly pulled back the chain wrapped around his arm armor. The scythe attached to the chain was also pulled back, and with a clang, the roaring head of a scorpion-shaped destroyer was flung into the air along with the spinning scythe.

"After all, luck is also an important factor in war; you can't always expect us to happen to be on the fastest path."

Madame Psyche's lingering voice drifted over. She wasn't very comfortable here, as they had already left the territory of [Angron] and its legions, and had marched into the area where the two Saint Gilles were staying.

Unable to devour the enemy corpses, the entire Blood Angels legion was gripped by a bloodthirsty anxiety and rage, which Lady Psyche clearly sensed.

If it were [Angron] instead, he'd probably be teasing [Saint Gilles] right now, since he's a bit agitated because of the Legion.

Mrs. Psyche blinked, somewhat indignantly seeing that Vox was ignoring her again and instead throwing himself into the fighting. Slaanesh's daughter could only take a deep breath in resignation.

It's unclear who saved their lives in the area previously ruled by [Angron].

The prolonged, tedious killing had long since bored Mrs. Psyche. She took the opportunity to straighten up, her serpentine body rising, and turned to look in the direction where the two Primarchs of Saint Gilles stood—there, the two Primarchs were clearly discussing something.

Interesting.

Madame Psyche hissed and licked the scales on her cheek. She was now certain that the two Saints were the most harmonious pair, but it was clear that the Saints she knew would not get along so well with someone with a different stance simply because they shared similar values.

What were they discussing? It couldn't possibly still be Guilliman. Only interests and desires would bring the two Saint Gilles together to communicate calmly.

The ghoul's slightly anxious face was reflected in Mrs. Psyche's serpentine eyes. This Slaanesh follower, who often followed Mortalian and kept a close eye on everything, was clearly thinking about something.

Mrs. Psyche chuckled, recalling the psionic field that Angron had released on the battlefield between the Slaanesh and the Greenskins, which slightly possessed the aura of Saint Gilles. It turned out that Angron had already hinted at it to her.

This is a good thing.

Mrs. Psyche's eyes crinkled into crescents; the addition of Saint Gilles would mean relieving Mortalian of much of the pressure from Guilliman.

The addition of Saint Gilles also signifies the rebellion of Horus on the other side.

Oh no, no, no, perhaps it's precisely because of the problems on Horus's side that Saint Gilles is so urgently seeking assistance.

Mrs. Psyche almost immediately grasped the general direction of things, and she was overjoyed. The landmines planted during Guilliman's absurd rule were finally beginning to explode one by one.

Has Mortarian heard about this good news yet?

Mrs. Psyche pondered this, but regardless, she needed to inform Mortalian immediately.

Although Mortarian has allowed the trio to pursue the death from the River Styx, compared to the other two, Madame Psyche clearly has her own responsibilities and duties.

As she pondered this, Madame Psyche's serpentine tail began to meander towards the two Primarchs. She decided that once the two Saint Gilles finished their conversation, she would go over, make an acquaintance, and perhaps exchange a few words.

Given her status as Slaanesh's favorite and a capable general under Mortarion, she could easily get a few questions out of him if she so much as swallowed her pride.

Moreover, it's possible that Saint Gilles might need her to act as a middleman and make contact with Mortarion.

Within the Chaos Empire, communication between Primarchs is mostly monitored. If two Primarchs who are not on good terms suddenly get together, they will most likely be under the watchful eye of Guilliman.

Communicating with the Primarch's subordinates, while still subject to heavy surveillance, is generally more relaxed than having direct conversations with the Primarch himself.

With that thought in mind, Mrs. Psyche had already abandoned Vox, who was engrossed in slaying space undead behind her, and let this determined warrior hack and slash wildly among the enemy.

But Mrs. Psyche believed that Vox was not the one who would soon meet them; for the individual, the fastest path was still to ride the wind.

And she wanted to do her best to bring her overly determined comrade along on this wave.

The situation is unpredictable, and they clearly need to contact [Motalian] again.

Chapter 835 [277] Shepherd of Wolves, the Emperor's kindness is never enough, be loyal!

(Holy crap, I thought I had set a timed update but it wasn't. Luckily, I checked it out of habit last night, otherwise I would have missed my perfect attendance bonus. Oh dear, I'll probably update at night from now on. I can't get up at 7 a.m. to post chapters.)

(The Wolf God is Horus in the original timeline; Horus is in another destiny line.)

Another Fate Line

I'm sorry... I... I never thought of that...

Horus's eyes trembled as he stared intently at the opposite side, as if a miracle were standing there, even though he had never seen anything before.

—The more unsettling [Angron], the demon [Saint Gilles] who seemed to have crawled out of hell, the ruthlessness and murderous intent that emanated from the seemingly gentle [Motalian]'s eyes in a moment of daze... What hadn't he seen?

But this was something he had never seen before.

Horus took a deep breath instinctively and looked at the Primarch opposite him, who was only wearing light armor. Horus, the god of the wolf shepherd, stood there with a slightly awkward but polite smile on his lips.

The other self was discovered on a planet on the edge of the Shadowmoon Wolf territory. Horus Lupecal was seen by a Shadowmoon Wolf squad that was escorting crude oil—the squad almost thought they had seen a ghost.

The Shadowmoon Wolves saw a tall man who looked very much like their legion commander, but not like the Chaos version.

The squad leader of the Shadowmoon Wolves almost ordered the firing, or even applied for an extermination order, but the whole thing was extremely strange, and the man kindly expressed his desire to see their legion commander and his willingness to accept the Shadow Wolves' confinement.

So, after a tense forty-eight hours, the Wolf God appeared before another version of himself.

Horus Lupecal, the god of the wolf, was dressed in extremely simple attire. He did not wear any badges or runes that could indicate his status or the culture of the legion. Plain linen cloth hung naturally under his dark white armor, and wild animal fur was draped over his shoulders. The only ornament on his body was perhaps the black ring on his left ring finger.

The ring looked as if it had been struck by lightning. Its original color might not have been black, but it turned charred black under the thunder of the psionic lightning. A deep and sharp crack ran through the ring, and from the edge of the crack, one could glimpse and guess that the original material of the ring was gold. In the very center of the crack, a scarlet cat's eye stone was set.

Horus's vision blurred, and the scarlet stone winked at him.

The Wolf God sighed, looked at his other self, and opened his arms.

I truly never imagined such a scene.

Horus, the god of wolves, felt somewhat frustrated, perhaps because the emperor's hasty departure had left him alone to venture deep into the enemy's lair to persuade them to surrender.

He looked at his other self, but unlike the other Primarchs, the Wolf God was not astonished by the other chaotic version of himself. After all, to be honest, the chaotic and blasphemous nature of the Horus in front of him was not even as bad as his own back then.

The Unsung Hero [Horus], clad in heavy armor, all in black, had his original imperial double-headed eagle emblem transformed into a chaotic eight-pointed star. The wolf god [Horus] sensed the aura and power of chaos within it, and there was no doubt that another version of himself was also drawing upon the power of chaos.

But this still didn't surprise the Wolf God; as the saying goes, the extent was far less than what he had experienced back then.

Thinking about this, the Wolf God actually felt that this was an excellent hellish joke—if he wasn't the protagonist.

[I am Horus Lupecal, another version of yourself in a different destiny.]

As the Wolf God spoke, he stretched out his arms as wide as he could—his posture might have been a little too humble, but that was fine, after all, he had arrived alone in the territory of another Chaos [Horus].

Horus would not despise his lowly status; since being resurrected by the Emperor, he had little temper.

There is neither the need nor the right to be angry. The past massacres remain shackles from hell, binding Horus himself tightly.

In those quiet moments when no one was watching, when he was far from the Emperor, Horus would sometimes question why the Emperor had chosen to keep him alive.

Perhaps disappearing into the Great Rebellion was the best option for Horus, so that he wouldn't have to face his already fragmented legion, nor would he cause Saint Gilles to be saddened and disappointed again.

But the Emperor, Nyos, the monarch, was determined to resurrect him, disregarding the objections of the other Primarchs and without even consulting Horus.

Horus believed he should be annoyed or dissatisfied with the Emperor's choice, but his sins were too heavy for him to question the Emperor again.

His only choice now is loyalty, absolute loyalty.

He suppressed his confusion and dissatisfaction as much as possible and did his best to complete the emperor's mission. Even if Neos told Horus to die now, Horus would not hesitate for a moment.

Horus's current mindset is not entirely healthy, but for the Emperor, it is sufficient.

Or perhaps this is the kind of Horus he was hoping for—the Emperor was never pure; his only pure love was given to all of humanity, and no other individual could, nor was he capable of, bearing the pure love from the Emperor.

Of all the Primarchs, the Emperor certainly gave most of his paternal love to Wolf God, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t use his progeny.

To put it simply, in Hades' words, it would be—

They'll still try to scam us.

[That's really surprising.]

Horus circled around his other self, which might be a bit rude, but he was too shocked, especially since this was his territory and the other seemed powerless to fight back.

[“Killiman” once told us about the possibility of another destiny, and I thought you would…]

Horus's voice trailed off, as if he was unsure of his choice of words.

[Purer?]

The Wolf God smiled and said, as Horus looked up at him, his eyes flashing with an eerie light.