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

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It will pass on this WAAAGH!! power to every good boy. Their holy war has begun, and the reward for fighting to the last moment will be a final battle against the creator, the Black Boss—the Greenskins will finally escape their fate of being enslaved and used as tools. They live only for WAAAGH! They die only for WAAAGH!

The big teeth looked at the star map—the location of Pluto was still uncertain. They would first jump to the other side of the Silent King's line against the Empire, and then head towards the battlefield behind the Silent King, where they would most likely collide with the Zerg that were rushing towards them.

Is it the Zerg again?

No problem.

WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! Send troops! Send troops! Send troops!!!

They will prevail! Defeat the Star God, the dark leader of the space undead!!! The echo that has reverberated through the fate of the Greenskins for millennia will finally end!

WAAAAAAAAAAGH！！

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The situation is slightly unfavorable.

The Silent King's army is counterattacking with unimaginable speed, and his fury roars across every battlefield.

[Vox] walked across the gray-blue and dark red battlefield. The countless corpses of Ultramarines filled an entire valley, which was then covered by ash shaken down from the hillside. The entire valley was shrouded in a faint green light—the corpses of the Space Marines were being eroded by Gaussian rays until they were completely reduced to the smallest particles.

"A step too late~"

Madame Psyche's snake tail nimbly glided over the corpses of the warriors, then clung once more to the crippled knights lying on the battlefield.

"The war here is over."

[Vox] gritted his teeth and remained silent. This was not a good thing for them either, as it meant that the territory under the Silent King's rule they needed to traverse was even larger, making the march more difficult.

He has not yet encountered a single living cultist.

He stumbled forward across the battlefield, his steps uneven, when the crackling of his communicator suddenly broke the silence among the blue-helmeted corpses beside him. Vox abruptly stopped, walked over, and bent down to adjust the channel switch on the Ultramariner's armor.

"Sizzle... hiss hiss hiss... According to the Imperial Lord... Command... Imperial Lord Robert Guilliman has issued a statement clarifying that the great counter-offensive is about to begin. Guilliman stated that the Imperial forces cannot be dragged into a quagmire of protracted battles by the Necromancers... A focused counter-offensive is about to begin. All units are requested to prepare. For details, please consult your respective command group."

Counterattack?

Vox was suddenly delighted, as it meant he could follow the main force deep into the Silent King's war zone.

"Follow behind them."

"Vox" said firmly, and Mrs. Psyche nodded boredly behind him, while Typhons responded with a worried sigh—Ever since receiving the letter from "Motalian," Typhons had become worried, as if he were concerned about something, even though he had often been like that before.

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【vegetable.】

Mortalian said that the Primarch was currently huddled in a corner of the shuttle's cargo hold, his armor charred black from the intense heat.

Across from him, Mortalian was coughing, not much better off. This Primarch had just taken ten saturation-style death ray attacks from the necromancers in space.

The Space Necromancers may lack other capabilities, but their long-range weaponry for point-to-point assassinations and saturation bombardments is practically free.

[hehe……]

【Motalian】sneered, too lazy to argue with the idiot opposite him. After spending many days together, he discovered that his other self was an idiot with extremely low IQ and no EQ.

The two Primarchs were silent for a moment, the only sound in the space being the hum of the shuttle engine. Then, they both felt time suddenly freeze.

[Black hole.]

Mortarian paused for a moment before speaking again. In fact, this was not the first time the Imperial forces had faced an attack from a black hole.

This war zone also has to be abandoned. Even though the two Mortarians just fought their way to a great victory on this front, the Black Hole forced them to abandon it. The troop deployment on this front also needs to be put on the agenda immediately. If there is any delay, the troops that cannot be transferred in time will be swallowed up by the Black Hole.

[It's just a cornered beast spraying venom.]

[Motalian] commented, but secretly opened his private Primarch communication channel.

The voices of his "brothers" could be heard coming from inside.

[Motalian] heard the shrikes' painful shrieks as they were attacked, and [Vulcan] heard the bubbling sounds coming from their direction.

The roar of the vampire [Saint Gilles] came through the channel.

[Retreat—Retreat! Guilliman!!! Warzone 7256 must be abandoned! Supplies are critically low! Ammunition and food are exhausted!! You still expect the Legion to fight by eating corpses?! Fighting the Space Necromancers leaves no corpses behind!]

Mortarian frowned slightly. The war zone guarded by Saint Gilles was extremely close to Guilliman's Chaos territory in the Eye of Silence, and only one war zone away from their psionic anchor point for entering this world. Guilliman would never allow his own doorstep to fall.

It seems that Guilliman's dream of contributing less has been shattered. If both empires want to fight the desperate Silent King, they will need to bleed a little.

No more.

Reviewing...uh ...

Chapter 826 [268] Is this right?!

(Warning: Slightly disturbing and slightly R-rated. Those who are not comfortable with this content should proceed with caution.)

"Is that right?!?"

Slaanesh's darling was shrieking when the serpent demon, which had been standing tall, suddenly bent down. The death ray barely grazed her scales before whistling as it struck the ground, creating a dazzling explosion.

Beside her, [Vox] silently kicked the tall undead guard opposite her. The warrior blessed by Khorne was incredibly strong, and Mrs. Psyche watched as spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the undead's skeleton.

"This...this is definitely not right!"

Far off, Typhons responded to Mrs. Psyche's voice; amidst the hail of bullets, that distant WAAAAAGH sound was so abrupt.

"Why don't we rejoin the Imperial forces?"

Typhons shouted with all his might, then threw down a vial of potion. The vial smashed on the ground, instantly spraying out a cloud of acid mist. The space necromancers surrounding Typhons seemed to freeze, and the crescent moon drawn by the scythe rose up. Typhons, panting heavily, hurriedly ran towards the location of his two companions.

Why are there green ones?

Typhons asked the question from the bottom of his heart. They had now entered the war zone ruled by the Silent King, a war zone currently being fought by two Angrons leading Imperial Military Intelligence Space Necromancers.

Due to the loss of the two Vulcans' flanks and the strategic misjudgment of [Angron], the two Angrons have unfortunately become a lone force deep in the Silent King's war zone.

But—what are those WAAAGH sounds doing?!

This is a core war zone with extremely high intensity of conflict. How did those greens even get in?!

"I have a feeling those damn green orcs are coming!!! — Those damn idiots who don't even have genitals!!!"

Mrs. Psyche suddenly bent over and covered her ears. The next moment, she burst out with a deafening high-pitched sound wave, and the air seemed to be suddenly hit by a wave, surging and crashing directly into the metal skeletons.

"They!! Are!! So!! Noisy!!!"

Mrs. Psyche shrieked. The Slaanesh way gave her senses beyond those of anyone else, which also made her somewhat averse to the Greenskins' battle cries. The Greenskins were indeed a race that the Slaanesh couldn't really get excited about; they only had a fighting spirit, and the only way to torment them was to lock them up and prevent them from fighting.

The pleasure derived from this torture is too singular, so the greens are not a staple on the Slaanesh's table; it's acceptable to occasionally indulge in some to relieve boredom.

"Don't go."

[Vox] answered sullenly. While relentlessly hacking away at the space necromancers, he suddenly turned around and glanced at the location of the Empire's main battlefield.

Because of Vox's request, they had been avoiding the Imperial main force and quietly advancing from the edge of the war zone.

Now, on the battlefield where the war is at its most intense, the mountains seem to be moving, and a massive swarm of Titans, blotting out the sky, is charging forward. They are shrouded in a golden light, and a powerful emotional resonance is inspiring every Imperial citizen fighting.

On the other side of the battlefield, roars and laughter were everywhere. Chaos Titans, adorned with living decorative wet parts, charged directly into the Netherworld Forged Body as if seeking death. [Vox] faintly heard the maniacal laughter from [Angron]. He saw the space necromancers that approached the Chaos Cultists suddenly convulse in pain.

"I can't take it anymore! I'm going to find that hedonist and catch up with him—I feel the Dark Prince's attention on me is waning!"

Mrs. Psyche suddenly snapped out of her euphoric state and licked her lips with her long tongue.

The Dark Prince must keep his eyes on her, and she must gain the power from Slaanesh. Madame Psyche seeks power, but even more so, she seeks that glance from Slaanesh.

He had to watch over her.

Mrs. Psyche extended her long, snake-like tongue, hissing as she slithered toward the other side of the battlefield. Her power, which shared the same origin as that of the Frenzies, would not provoke attacks from Angron's side. Typhons hesitated, occasionally glancing at [Vox] and then back at Mrs. Psyche.

[Vox] remained silent, only continuing to swing his sickle forward.

He didn't just want to fight; fighting to Hades' side and dying in battle, falling into the River Styx, was also an option.

Typhons hesitated. He wanted to leave with Mrs. Psyche, but if he left directly, Vox would be in danger.

At least Mrs. Psyche, who was with the maniac, was not in immediate danger.

But he had no other choice; the opportunity was fleeting, because…

Your green train is here!!! WAAAAAAGH!!!

"Throw the bomb! Throw the bomb!!! BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!"

The massive creature, roaring and spewing forth trails of smoke, crashed into the battlefield with a deafening roar. Typhons felt his eyes widen in disbelief.

It looked like a continental plate that was flying, appearing directly above the battlefield.

What's that?

Thick plumes of smoke, billowing like factory chimneys, appeared on the floating green-skinned continent, accompanied by countless green-skinned lads huffing and puffing as they carried some kind of massive explosive bomb and threw it directly off the edge of the continent.

"Huh?! Where did I get here?! Weren't I fighting bugs?! Where am I?!"

The green-skinned Warboss scratched its head, smacked its lips, and grabbed the psyker next to its throne.

It's going to join up with Warlord's front teeth! Where did it get here?!

The stench emanating from Warboss's gaping maw assaulted Psykim's face, and the poor boy shook his head frantically, terrified that Warboss would stuff him right into its mouth.

"The coordinates—there's a slight problem. Give me some time to adjust! I'll be at the designated location immediately!"

"Then hurry up and do it for me!!!"

Warboss roared, spitting all over the psionic kid's face. It stood up and stylishly swung its power claws.

"Whatever! I'll take two! Let us practice here!"

At the same moment, the sudden appearance of the green-skinned continent on the flank of the battlefield immediately attracted everyone's attention. The Netherworld Construct hummed, and after a moment of hesitation and discussion, the incomplete circular cannon rotated and aimed—

Buzz! ! ! !

Countless beams of green light shot straight into the sky, piercing the dark night and heading straight for the continent constructed by the green-skinned creatures. However, they disappeared into the air just before they were about to collide with that garbage continent!

"Hmph, you think you can take down my super-large WAAAGH aerial fortress? You're still a bit short, you skinny metal skeletons."

Warboss laughed loudly and slammed its fist on the side of the throne. The next moment, the continent floating in the air trembled violently, as if the ceiling had been opened, and countless roaring fighter jets suddenly shot out from below the continent.

Warboss made no mention of that in the middle layer of this continent, countless orc lads were gathered together shouting "WAAAAGH!" Dozens of psionic lads waved their staffs, leading the orc lads in a loud "WAAAAGH!"

"We are invincible!!! A mere beam of light cannot kill us!!! WAAAAGH!!!"

This tactic was taught to the green-skinned warbosses by the unprecedented green-skinned WARLORD's front teeth, and the green-skinned warbosses quickly discovered that this tactic was extremely effective.

“Is that right?!”

Typhons screamed in despair as he watched as Squiggle, a being comparable in size to three Titans, was expelled from that garbage continent with a "TONG!" sound, as if it were defecating. The follower of Nurgle felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and lunged forward, managing to roll behind cover in time.

boom! ! !

Not only Typhons, who was lying down behind the cover with his head in his hands, but also Vox, who was slashing at the space necromancers, suddenly felt a sensation of being suspended in mid-air. He ran around in the air for a few laps before falling back to the ground.

"WAAAAAGH!!! For the Underworld!!! For the Greenskins!!!! Greenskins will never be slaves!!!!"

The most astonishing scene unfolded as the green-skinned boys, crashing into the center of the battlefield, simultaneously charged towards both the Necromancers and the Imperial Humanity. The Necromancers, who were fighting the Imperial Humanity, even visibly paused for a moment—perhaps they hadn't realized who they should attack.

"Go away!!!"

Typhons shouted in a state of near collapse, then drew a potion bottle from his waist and hurled it at a greenskin three times his height, before dashing toward Vox's location with an agility unbecoming of a Nurgle.

The valiant Vox was immediately surrounded by several tall green-skinned monsters. The green-skinned creatures had their eyes on this tough, awesome human before he even landed! This was far more exciting than fighting those metal skeletons!

[Vox] held his breath and slashed down the last dead mark beside him. Then, amidst the shouts of "WAAAAAGH!!!" from those surrounding him, [Vox] raised his arms and roared with all his might!

"For Hades!!!"

The next moment! Vox's body swayed visibly. Typhons, who witnessed this, almost cursed out loud. Vox was courting death!

Fortunately, this angry shout also caused the beasts surrounding [Vox] to take a few steps back, as Hades also had a deterrent and weakening effect on them.

"Stop shouting! Stop shouting! Vox!"

Typhons roared in despair and hurriedly threw out a few more bottles to rescue Vox. Perhaps because they were getting closer to Hades, Vox was noticeably weaker this time.

Without a second thought, Typhon grabbed Vox and hurriedly ran towards the location of the Chaos Empire's army. Although Vox kept saying he wanted to die in battle, Typhon would never sit idly by and watch Vox kill himself like this.

Vox struggled, calling upon Hades to make him lose his senses. Just as Vox was about to shout again, Typhon quickly reached out and covered Vox's mouth.

"Stop shouting—wait a minute before you shout again!"

The four wings behind Typhon flapped, the bells rang, and a foul-smelling mist immediately spread, causing the greenskins to twitch their beady eyes in disgust and retreat. Typhon seized every opportunity to run towards the main battlefield, where at least the pressure of the attack would be less.

But behind them, the Necromancers were running towards them alongside the Greenskins.