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

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He suspected that [Macado] had ties to Chaos.

Between the somewhat eccentric Emperor and the seemingly corrupt Makado, even though their attitudes toward Ruth are drastically different, Ruth will still choose the Lord of Humanity.

At least the imprints of his past life told him that the Emperor would not easily have problems, and even if he did, he would hate chaos more than anyone else.

And [Macado] is just like Russ remembers—but Russ senses something is amiss in their daily interactions; [Macado] seems to harbor rebellious intentions.

Worse still, he seems to have gotten involved with Chaos.

But Russ couldn't say it directly. He had no evidence, and the Emperor didn't trust him. In the Emperor's eyes, Macado hadn't shown any signs of wrongdoing. Just saying that he sensed something was amiss wasn't enough to take down Macado directly.

There must be someone skilled in psychic abilities to collect the information personally, or to see the abnormality in [Makado]'s soul.

While away from the Lord of Mankind and alone with the Primarchs, Ruth was convinced that Macardo and Ilda would inevitably slip up—

If they want to take advantage of the situation to set up a scheme or contaminate the original body, then they will definitely take action.

Ruth wasn't good at entering a psionic perspective, and the only ones proficient in psionics were Magnus and Mortarion. Ruth chose Magnus because the guy was easier to handle.

If it were [Motalian], Russ feared that the bastard would be the first to rise up in rebellion the moment he heard that [Macardo] and [Ilda] were planning to rebel against the [Emperor].

[I saw their psionic projections—what exactly do you mean? I saw them, and then what?]

Magnus's voice trembled, and Russ frowned.

[You need to observe carefully... whether there's any psionic aura about them that makes you uncomfortable at first glance... pay special attention to any blue psionic aura.]

【blue?】

[Blue! If you see this, come find me immediately! Number fifteen, remember, don't ask why, and don't be clever on your own.]

As for Magnus, Russ's main concern is that Magnus might secretly sabotage him, something he's already discussed with the Khan, who will then keep an eye on him.

Seeing Magnus nodding and pounding garlic like a morsel, Russ finally put away his battle axe with satisfaction. He gave Magnus a look, then climbed out of the golden window again.

Number Fifteen stood in the golden room, stunned.

Blue...blue?

Why does it feel so familiar or dear to him?

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

"He'll only be raising twenty-one tyrants just like him."

In the dim light, a woman's discontented whispers echoed across the shallow river. The pale moonlight shimmered on the water's surface, reflecting what appeared to be a grinning face.

"I disagree with some of your points,"

The weary old man spoke.

"It can't be twenty-one. I think some of the children won't live to adulthood... He designed so many offspring, I think he may have reserved some redundancy for death."

Macardo's joke made Erda laugh, but there was no real joy in her laughter.

"After exploiting us old friends, he turned to exploiting his own offspring... How cruel."

"I suggest you put away your useless and superfluous kindness and love."

[Macado] said coldly,

"We are doing this to prevent the future generals of the empire from becoming tyrants and plunging the people of the empire into misery."

"and thwart his plot,"

Erda continued,

"He changed... or rather, he finally stopped pretending. We all misjudged him. The closer that date got, the closer he got to his true self, to becoming his complete self, to becoming his real self. That was his real goal. Ha, we were all fooled by him."

Makado's hand, gripping the scepter, bulged with veins. He wanted to say something, perhaps to refute that it wasn't true, but the truth seemed to be so.

The Emperor is no longer the one who once passionately told him about saving humanity and preventing the collapse of the empire. Although he is still trying to build an empire, his actions and attitude towards other humans reveal an underlying sense of unease.

Did he build an empire not so much to liberate all of humanity, but to ascend to godhood?

If so, they must stop him before the storm takes shape, before it is merely a breeze rustling through the grass.

But how can they contend with him? They can only rely on external aid. Humanity's fate is caught between the evil god and the nascent evil god. All [Macado] can do is oscillate between the two, using their strengths against them, trying to balance them as much as possible, in order to buy humanity more time to develop and a chance to survive.

The rebels whispered across the river, unaware that in the distance, a pair of piercing wolf eyes had already set their sights on them.

(Author's note:)

Because there are just too many storylines, I have to resort to flashbacks here and there, much like I did when Naruto was nearing its finale. However, I will present the entire plot at once to maintain a smooth reading experience. I apologize for any reading experience issues caused by my misplanning.

Chapter 831 [273] Swatting Insects

"I think I heard Makado swearing..."

When Hades's voice echoed in Tarasim's ears countless times, the Endless One didn't even bother to flash the green light in his eyes.

"Really? Congratulations, this proves you're finally going crazy, Hades, or to put it another way, this proves you're about to become one of those crazy, idiotic fools like the Star God."

As the Endless One spoke, it directed its small fleet to continue swatting the endless worms... It was going mad, letting its personality succumb to the takeover of the code.

Perhaps sensing the presence of the outsiders, the already restless swarm of Zerg became even more frenzied. The attacks from the Terrans never ceased, and they had been fighting continuously for 158 Terra hours.

Time may not seem long, but the problem is that the intensity of the swarm's attack is simply too high, unimaginably high. Here, every Tyrannosaurus that dies every second is enough to fight another Apocalypse on its own.

Countless clumps of biological debris floated haphazardly in the void. There were so many of them that they formed a peculiar spherical river of garbage in space. The shimmering fluids reflected the light of distant explosions, yet they were so eerie. They were pushed away by the impact of explosions and bullets, and after being far from the battlefield, they solidified due to the low temperature, becoming solidified rivers.

Hades could not see these strange, spherical rivers made of biomass.

Because the successive waves of Tyrion blocked his view.

The Tyranids have already evolved again, adapting their limbs and weapons to the low-temperature, zero-gravity environment as much as possible. Compared to spaceships, these Tyranids are more like insects moving independently in the void, yet they can update their tactical missions in a very short time.

The ant colony does not want its target to leave.

If sound could be heard, the silent universe would be as noisy as a thousand supernovae exploding at once, like the singers at Slaanesh's knees singing together.

The huddled Tyrannosaurus trembled and rubbed against each other's bodies and intestines. Dazzling bio-plasma shone brightly in the gaping maw, and after billions of shrieks, they all fired at the target point designated by the swarm.

Over there, the swarm of insects that went to intercept them was flashing. They had all abandoned communication in the warp, so each Tyrannosaurus was so conspicuous. In order to ensure normal communication, hundreds of extremely bright colors that were invisible to the naked eye flowed rapidly on the surface of the Tyrannosaurus, like Sherlock Holmes code, with intervals of light and dark, transmitting strategic information in milliseconds.

If you zoom out, you will see a large cluster of stars, about the size of a small satellite, with a brightness comparable to the sun.

But upon closer inspection, one can discover countless writhing tentacles and fangs of creatures, billions of them flashing with different lights, the Tyranids flashing at different frequencies, forming this celestial body.

Even without the pollution of chaos, this level of celestial-level light pollution is enough to cause a crack in the mind of a steadfast warrior.

Within the dimensions of the subspace, this celestial body can be seen shining as brightly as the sun. Each Tyrannosaurus has generated an organ that connects to the subspace and has a high affinity for it, which is only used to interfere with Pluto and has no other functions.

Even though this organ would burst and become inactive the moment it got close to Pluto, that was the purpose of the Tyranids: to deplete the energy of that star god as much as possible.

At the very center of this celestial body lies a small cavity, within which roars raging, pure black electric arcs in space.

That Star God Miracle that countless Tyrannosaurus Rex coveted.

In the extreme heat, droplets of molten metal slowly swelled from His armor and scythe, growing larger like ripe fruit on a branch, before slowly floating away from the treetops. These droplets of molten metal were completely black and were quietly suspended around Him.

"Terran is trying to balance the magnetic and electric fields—since the gravitational field was locked—Tarasin!"

He sensed the disturbance that displeased Him coming from the outside; Tyran was trying to disrupt His physical control.

Further away, so far that even the Endless Tarasin couldn't clear the airspace from those pesky insects, the neatly arranged narwhal insect ships remained silent; they were originally a species specifically designed for large-scale, long-distance migrations of insect swarms.

But now, these newly produced narwhal worm ships, evolved in certain abilities by the swarm, have joined the war. Above their heads, they are intertwined, their thin, long barbs resonating with the gravity of the battle system, trying to interfere with and restrain the Star God and the Endless Ones as much as possible.

"I know! I've located several of their deployment sites."

"The Endless One shouted, snapping its fingers. In the silent command room of the Space Necromancer, one of the millions of different coordinate points above its head flashed red for a moment.

'...?! ...? ...!! ! ! '

In a distant star system, a discordant commotion suddenly arose among the narwhal swarm, which was intently focused on communicating with the gravitational pull of their star system. Strange friction sounds and warp flashes illuminated the swarm, but then—

Their white-purple chitinous shells reflected the setting sun.

Without any warning, the stars in this already desolate galaxy, devoured by the Tyranids, began to collapse.

At a speed at which the swarm could not escape.

The massive fireball, burning with intense light, was rapidly shrinking, and a scorching shockwave carrying a massive amount of heavy matter was visibly emanating from the center of the galaxy.

Before they even arrived, the intense heat had already melted the narwhal worms, which were huddled together to disrupt the gravitational field as much as possible, like taro-flavored ice cream in summer, revealing their intricate internal organs.

The Tyrannosaurus were still convulsing, their instincts driving them to try to escape, but before they could turn around, the real shockwave had arrived.

The next moment, a rough electronic sound rang out, and the bright red dot exploded into a tiny electronic pixel firework with a pop, before disappearing into the deathly green galaxy map of space.

"BINGGO!!!"

Taracin shouted, and the next moment, fifty-three dots symbolizing galaxies turned red on the galaxy map in front of it.

"boom!"

Fifty-three crimson fireworks exploded, symbolizing the demise of fifty-three galaxies.

"I really hope there are worm queens in these galaxies, but it doesn't seem like there are."

Tarasin slapped his thigh in frustration. Normally, clearing out ten star systems at once would require reporting to the Silent King, which, according to the war ethics protection regulations of the Space Necromancers, required multiple levels of approval.

But now—no, of course, we don't need those.

"Ah! I feel like I'm back in the Battle of Heaven."

The Endless One muttered to itself, but it didn't give itself much time for reflection, as the scepter in its hand once again issued a command signal.

"Are you starting to miss war, Endless One?"

Hades' deep, inhuman voice rang out, and millions of jet-black metallic teardrops floated around Him, forming a perfect, evenly distributed sphere.

"But I think our time to retreat is coming soon."

A single thought.

Within the space where the pitch-black lightning roared, countless extremely fine black lines shot out from the very center of the sphere, then disappeared into the endless, densely packed mass of light-polluted Tyrannian flesh that surrounded Him.

There was no sound; everything remained silent.

From the outside, the spherical Tyranid swarm enveloping Hades looked as if millions of tiny black needles had suddenly appeared and were stuck into the swarm.

A stutter of one nanosecond.

Dim. Tyrannosaurus's once dazzling shell suddenly dimmed. The magnificent, radiant hall was suddenly extinguished one by one, and the darkness deepened, layer by layer, with the viscous liquid that had congealed from the small wounds on its chitinous carapace due to the cold.

A star that was once so bright and dazzling in the Milky Way suddenly dimmed like a light bulb running out of power, leaving only a faint glow like residual heat.

But the wisdom of the ant colony is not yet over.

Immediately afterwards—the next moment—the biochemical reaction brought about by death was triggered, and the warning glow on the body surface disappeared. Explosions, layer upon layer, were screeching from the inside out.

!!!

A far more unified and intense explosion than before illuminated the celestial body once again, making it far brighter than the sun.

The explosion was silent, accompanied by another massive tremor in the subspace caused by the group, each attack aimed at the hunted Star God.

"..."

The black needles that had previously been embedded in the Tyrannosaurus Rex suddenly transformed into the black silk of the Star God's Night Embrace, intertwining together like the hand of Death tightly gripping the night.

It tightly envelops the exploding planet, preventing even a single trace of biomass from being swept away by the blast, and instead allowing it to be destroyed as much as possible in the explosion.

The Tyranids' tactic was to deplete Hades' energy as much as possible, while Hades' tactic was to cause the Tyranids to lose as much biomass as possible.

The explosion caused by the Tyranids lasted for a full ten minutes. After ten minutes, from the outermost gaps filled with charred and carbonized biomass, jet-black flames hissed out, continuing to lick at the biomass.

But before these biomass items were completely burned away, and before the explosion ended, a new wave of Tyranid swarms had already rushed over. Ignoring the licking flames, the swarms frantically threw the biomass that could still be recycled far away, and then squeezed into the deeper part of the celestial body again.

“Fenus informed me that although they have not yet connected with the Imperium of Man and are currently engaged in battle with the Orks, they are close enough to the Imperium of Man that they can transport reinforcements to our side via the Warp—although the Warp connection is extremely unstable.”

"received!"

The Endless One leaned forward, examining the holographic map in front of its control panel.

“Let me see—on the way of our strategic retreat, there’s a 98% chance we’ll encounter the orcs, and a 61.2% chance we’ll run into the Silent King’s army.”

“But I think you’re right, we really should run away—unless you want to meet the Outer One in person and have a chat with Him.”

"...I'm not interested in that yet."

The emerald light from the command platform fell upon the face of the Endless One, creating a halo around him. The Endless One seemed lost in thought.

"I'd actually like to see the outsiders again..."