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

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The Necromancers' first priority is humans, and the Orks' first priority is the seemingly formidable [Vox]—but unfortunately, [Vox] just gave himself a debuff!!!

"Mrs. Psyche—!!! Come and help!!!"

Typhons screamed in anguish, awkwardly grabbing the little Nurgle sitting on his shoulder with the hand that was supporting [Vox]. After chanting for a while, Typhons threw the rapidly swelling little Nurgle backward.

boom!

A viscous explosion erupted behind them. Typhons didn't bother to look back; his entire focus was on preventing that bastard Vox from calling out Hades again.

"Hiss."

On the other side, Mrs. Psyche, who had been annoyed by throwing a large green-skinned creature through the middle of her scythe, straightened up and saw her comical comrade. Mrs. Psyche was speechless. According to [Vox]'s combat strength, he should not have died so quickly, unless that guy was courting death and shouted again.

She lowered her body, glided a few times, and used her long tail to grab a few space undead and slam them to the ground.

Instead of crawling toward her companions, Mrs. Psyche headed toward the Titan in the center of the battlefield, where the creatures on the shell beds lay listlessly atop the enormous, blasphemous pinkish-purple behemoth.

Mrs. Psyche nimbly climbed up the Titan's legs and soon reached the observation deck above the Titan's cockpit.

[Lady Love~ Long time no see. I thought that stingy Mortarion hadn't planned to let you out.]

The madman [Angron] lay limp on the shell-like bed, blood and fluids soaking through the silk. Mrs. Psyche saw the mangled remains of a space necromancer emperor scattered among them.

"Don't be blind, Angron, do me a favor."

Mrs. Psyche slid to [Angron]'s side and picked up the leg bone of the space necromancer emperor.

"You have a rich imagination, but don't you mind that you don't work?"

[Look at what he said, it really hurts me~ He's trying to avoid me like the plague.]

The Frenzied One yawned. Any attack that reached his bedside would be blocked by the Titan's psionic shield. He straightened up and slowly stood up.

[Do you want me to help you with two of your lovers?]

"Wrong, they're two idiots."

Mrs. Psyche said, silently taking a step back, realizing what [Angron] was up to.

[Ugh! Another green-skinned train—how boring!]

"Angron!" he shouted, spreading his arms wide, letting the fabric slide down his bare chest, and a strange, hazy pinkish-purple light rose up.

On the forehead of the maniac, it was as if a bright purple sun was slowly rising, its light so intense that it almost covered most of the battlefield.

On the other side, Angron, the Lord of Red Sand, became alert almost instantly. Without hesitation, he ordered his troops to gather and move away from that freak.

[Damn it... what is he up to?]

Angron cursed under his breath.

[I'm not in the mood to fight right now.]

The Frenzied [Angron] yawned, his half-closed eyes suddenly widening and bursting with brilliant light.

He turned his head, stared intently at the green-skinned men, shouted loudly, and thrust his hips forward!

? ? ? ! ! !

The green-skinned creatures, who were chasing the stinky can of food, suddenly yelled. They stumbled and stopped in terror, only to find something wrong between their legs!

"Nothing exists—something that doesn't exist is moving under my butt!!!"

"Ughhhh!!! Something weird that doesn't exist has grown out of nowhere!!!"

They have no idea that this is a variant skill of the Frenzy [Angron]'s synesthetic ability! The senses and damage experienced by the Frenzy in a designated part of its body will be synchronized with these Frenzy members!

Even if the green skin does not have the corresponding organ, it will still experience phantom limb pain!

boom! Bang bang bang! ! !

The next moment, blood and light exploded! The green-skinned creature that had just made a strange noise exploded from its lower limbs, turning into a rain of green-skinned creatures falling from the sky.

"Is that right?!?"

Typhons cried out in despair, "The Frenzy's skills only enhance the Greenskins, but others will also receive some degree of synesthesia from the Frenzy!"

But Typhon's wisdom saved him; he finally couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, "Oh Hades!"

boom!

Typhons and Vox fell to the ground, unable to get up.

But at least he wasn't caught in the aftermath of the attack by the maniac.

In the distance, the Lord of Red Sand roared, golden light bursting from his Primarch to shield his warriors from the aftershocks of the Frenzied Ones.

My eyes!!!

"...You still have such a wicked sense of humor."

Mrs. Psyche hissed, and the maniac chuckled twice before listlessly lying back down on the bed.

Okay, that's all.

When the Fugen model came out, I stared at the exposed skin on his snake tail for a long time and realized that I had been too conservative in my description of the Slaanesh forces.

And the arrival of the Fugen Ascended model proves one thing—the Nurgle family is the strongest! Look at Mortarion's face model, it's no better than Fugen's.

Chapter 827 [269] Chaos!

"Isn't this possible?"

Mrs. Psyche glanced sideways; on the couch, [Anglon], nestled in the bed, waved his hand slightly irritably.

[Let whoever wants to fight the green-skinned soldiers fight—I've done my best.]

The man of madness sighed deeply, as if in a lament.

[More green-skinned creatures...more space necromancers, can't 'Guilliman' send me something more interesting to play with?]

As the maniac spoke, his gaze uncontrollably drifted to the other end of the battlefield, where the Crimson Sand Lord's battle axe trembled in his tightly clenched hand—

The two Angrons are more like high-power transceiver antennas, capable of transmitting the emotions they wish to resonate with at high power, and are also extremely sensitive to external noise.

However, Angron seemed to have mastered the ability to block out emotional reception without any instruction, and the golden light spread out.

Otherwise, the maniac would believe that the synesthesia he just emitted would definitely make his other self feel something.

"You're being too hasty."

Mrs. Psyche hissed, her gaze lingering with some concern as she looked into the distance. The Slaanesh follower breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the resilient Typhon stagger back to his feet amidst the green-skinned gushing liquid.

[You're the one who's a bit too odd, you boring Barbarosian.]

The voice of [Angron] drifted over lazily.

[Impatient? That's in our nature and a virtue—what kind of spell did that 'Motalian' cast on you?]

“Hehehe, Angron, if you want to play with ‘Mortalian,’ just say so—but I’m not going to help you persuade ‘Mortalian.’”

[Whatever~]

The Frenzied Luster yawned. Normally, synesthesia would make [Angron] even more aroused, but since what he had just synesthetized was a green-skinned creature without reproductive organs—

Therefore, the maniac suffers slightly greater losses, and the emotional feedback is insufficient to support [Angron] in starting the second half, unless he takes drugs.

Mrs. Psyche gave Anglon a strange look.

"Don't you feel that you've received far fewer blessings from the gods since coming here? Do you know the state of my Lord in this destiny line?"

[I don't know, and I'm too lazy to know.]

[Angron] yawned again, casually picked up the thigh bone from the remains of the Space Necromancer Emperor, and pounded it on his back.

[They were mostly devoured or annexed by our great Lord... Great beings are inherently similar; isn't our presence here due to the connection between the warps?]

"As far as I know, this destiny of my Lord had already vanished before this."

Mrs. Psyche spoke hesitantly, stretching out her hand. A ball of intense purple light rose up, only to flicker and then vanish.

"I'm feeling a bit strained... Can you still feel the blessings of our Lord?"

[? ]

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Frenzied [Angron]. He stretched out his finger and struck it against his cheek as if striking a match, and a bright purple flame rose from his fingertip.

[It is indeed somewhat bleak, but not to the point of alarm.]

"It's lust," the man said slowly, as he leaned forward halfway.

[You're not secretly planning something big, Mrs. Psyche, are you? I've heard there are anti-psychic entities in this fateline.]

Mrs. Psyche laughed instead.

“Playing around isn’t really playing around, you lustful maniac. I can play with these things… but as the greatest conduit for the Dark Prince’s destiny, you should keep your thoughts to yourself.”

[Well, well, this is the fate of being too pampered.]

The maniac slowly stood up.

[Since that's the case, I'll play along with them.]

Mrs. Psyche gave a grateful smile. The more Slaanesh power the maniacs used, the closer the two lines of fate would be, bringing their gods closer to them.

Gods bless believers, and believers also influence Gods—thousands of years ago, [Guilliman] used this to further corrupt the Chaos into something closer to disorder.

In the distance, watching helplessly as the Frenzied One rose again, Angron felt as if a thousand alpacas were stampeding through his mind. He even began to pray that the Emperor would give him another Butcher's Nail—

Then he nailed the most terrifying instrument of torture in the galaxy to the head of the maniac.

To be fair, Angron had never encountered such a difficult situation before. The Madman's near-perfect control over emotions and empathy made the Lord of Red Sand feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

In the previous battle, he had to command the battle while keeping his mind on high alert against the provoke-like and mocking mental attacks from the maniacs. This feeling of being attacked from time to time was too terrifying.

In his terror, Angron's skill in emotional resonance and manipulation underwent an almost qualitative leap—

His unyielding gladiator spirit sustained him and allowed him to grow through the struggles.

The only way to counter the mental attacks of a maniac is...

Angron reached out and struck the axe head of his raised battle axe with a bang. Golden waves of light rippled outwards, spreading slowly from the Lord of Red Sand as the center.

For the Empire! For Humanity!!!

The Primarch roared, and the World Eaters around him roared in response. Chainsaw axes hummed, blood and bits of flesh splattered, and the World Eaters charged!

"Living up to the name Angron!!!"

[So exciting...]

The Frenzied [Angron] raised his eyes, licked his lips, and with the encouragement of his other self, the battle didn't seem so boring anymore.

The Frenzied Maniac twisted his head, his bones cracking as he felt his interest stirring somewhere within him. He stared at the battlefield where the greenskins and space necromancers were locked in combat, and grinned.

[Increase in growth rate.]

"The maniac said, and a dazzling light burst forth from his body. The next moment, bang!" [Angron] fell back onto the bed behind him, laughing loudly.

Mrs. Psyche turned her head and saw the space undead covered in the light of the Frenzied Lust spinning erratically, while the greenskins were berserk as if they had been injected with stimulants. Mrs. Psyche saw several greenskins and immediately roared, their heads exploding!

The abilities that the Frenzied Frenzy Maniacs love to use most are synesthesia and amplification, because these two abilities are generally underestimated by the enemy. However, when such spells are used on a large-scale battlefield, they will bring about a catastrophic chain reaction.

The Necromancers in space were probably having their senses interfered with by the Frenzied, while the Greenskins had their belligerent emotions amplified, but this—this—Mrs. Psyche's face darkened, and she shrieked!

"You're giving those green-skinned ghouls a buff?! You hedonist!!!"

After a brief silence, a deafening WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!! erupted.

"WAAAAAAAGH!!!! I!!! I feel so hot!!! I really want to fight!!! WAAAAGH!!!!"

“Fight! Fight! Fight!!!”

? ! ! !

Mrs. Psyche tried to rush over and shake the collar of [Angron], who was slumped on the bed, but it was too late. Mrs. Psyche rushed down from the Titan with a dark face. Following her gaze, she saw that Typhons, who was supporting [Vox], was surrounded by the suddenly swollen greenskins.

[A mistake... a complete mistake.]

[Angron] waved his hand, turned his head, propped himself up, and began to concentrate on watching his other self fight the World Eaters against the Great Greenskin.

Was it really a mistake?

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"Unlucky..."