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

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Then another clap of thunder!

Boom boom boom! ! !

The pale green light illuminated Blake's dusty helmet, and with his exceptional vision, he caught a glimpse of a figure rising slowly on the distant horizon. The darkness surrounding him, like a spiderweb woven from mist, connected to the entire world, replacing the sun's usual position on the horizon.

No matter how many times he witnessed it, Blake would still be shocked by the sight of his father's divine intervention. He longed to take off his helmet and let the darkness that filled the world reflect the indelible lines on his eyes.

But he can't do that; he has to ensure he's always in top condition to fight.

Jin-306 had already begun his work. The sage stood on the watchtower, the stone tower of the Endless One was rotating, and death rays and light cannons lit up, streaking across the desert and instantly hitting the broken spore sac that was falling in the air.

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Fluorescent light accompanied the liquid splash, which landed on the ground.

Before the war, Hades and the Endless had analyzed the Tyranids' plans. If the Tyranids insisted on attacking this planet, they would have to invest enough biomass to sustain the war before they could build an army on it.

The Tyranids will definitely prioritize large-volume spore sacs to transport high-strength individual creatures as the vanguard. This ensures that they can launch an attack on the enemy's defenses as soon as they land, and also leaves behind enough biomass after being destroyed.

Unfortunately, the Tyranids were facing Hades, and... the Necromancers of space.

The most common long-range weapon equipped by space necromancers is the Gaussian ray, which tears objects apart at the microscopic level, causing flesh to peel off from bones like steam, turning into the simplest atoms and molecules.

As long as the Gaussian beams of the Necromancers hit every spore sac that escaped high-altitude extermination, the Tyranids will be unable to even complete the first step of their attack, and their biomass will only decrease instead of accumulating.

The primary task of these fortifications is to eliminate the sporangia that Hades missed.

The modified Gauss turret on Jin-306's shoulder had already begun to operate, and Blake hurriedly pulled out his charged ray gun. He leaped onto the platform and began firing in the dim "rainy night." Slightly foul-smelling ash chunks slammed into him, while higher up, undying embers fell from the sky.

This was not quite the battle he had imagined.

Blake began to miss his days in the Green Squad.

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Fugen never imagined that he would ultimately be saved by the green-skinned creature.

He wanted to sigh, but ultimately didn't. The Primarch smiled as he looked at the leader of the Underworld Clan in front of him, and to his dismay, he discovered that his front teeth were twice as large as before.

After being thrown into turmoil by the Chaos Empire's psionic shockwave, the fleet carrying the unfortunate Fugen was attacked by the Greenskin fleet that emerged from the psionic turbulence.

Thank you for saving me.

The Primarch spoke politely, but the green-skinned Warlord humbly shook his head, his front teeth looking at Fulgen.

"We meet again, my friend. Neither of us expected the Eye of Silence to be in such turmoil. How are you?"

Fugen's smile twitched slightly.

To be honest, it's not good.

The gray-haired progenitor doesn't understand why wherever it goes, there is no peace.

"Unfortunately, the Underworld Clan cannot entertain you for long this time,"

The front tooth spoke truthfully, then grinned as if it had thought of something funny.

“We need to fight Hades—and for that I defeated my own kind.”

【? 】

Fugen was puzzled. Before he left, the Darklands Clan was one of the largest, and almost every Darklands Greenskin that saw them would immediately submit to the Darklands Clan. So how could they be subdued by force?

Have you found a new ally?

Fu Gen asked, his smile, revealing his prominent front teeth, becoming even brighter.

“Mag Boy left me a few warp coordinates before, and I went to them one by one and encountered the Greenskin Empire that fought against the human empire back then.”

...? !

Fugen felt a jolt of fear. He had worked under Macardo and knew about the Greenskin War that had nearly destroyed the Empire. The war ended abruptly with Dorne falling into a deep sleep, but the number of Greenskin Warlords killed in the entire war did not match the Empire's initial estimate.

And now... the Underworld clans, who had seized the remnants of the Greenskin Empire, have returned.

The Primarch sensed something was wrong.

Perhaps his best option now is to return to the Empire, even if his brothers don't like him. It's still better than being captured by the Orks and Necrons. He needs to return to the Empire and tell them as much as possible about the Orks' current movements.

However, just as the Primarch was pondering how to speak, the front teeth spoke first.

"I'm sorry, guest, I know what you want to do, but for the greater benefit of WAAGH, you must wait on our ship for a while."

When will it be?

Fulgrim was heartbroken.

“I’ve heard you had a good friend named WAAAGH. Well then, esteemed guest, once he goes to the battlefield, I will send you out.”

【? ? ? ! ! ! 】

Wait a minute?! What do you mean?!

Fugen shouted, but Greenskin turned and left, so resolute as if he had made some kind of decision.

What kind of resolute decision did those abandoned by Hades ultimately make?

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"Ah!"

Hades sneezed suddenly, sensing that something ominous was watching him, but when he looked around at the destroyed biological ships in the planet's orbit, he found nothing.

"It's too anthropomorphic, it's just too anthropomorphic."

Tarasin's voice came through the channel.

"Sneezing in a completely gas-free environment, Hades, that's you."

"This anthropomorphism is almost fooling yourself."

"...The definition of humanity is humans and Hades, Tarasin, I'm warning you once again."

Hades casually mentioned it, stretched out his hand, and the next moment, the Necromancer space station surrounding the entire planet once again precisely targeted the Terran fleet in accordance with the Star God's gesture.

"It was a false alarm... I think they're about to leave."

Hades muttered to himself.

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Chapter 825 [267] If you're all bad, then practice more.

"Aren't you still giving up?"

A gently sloping crescent-shaped spacecraft glided through the trembling void, where the stars had faded and been replaced by an endless sea of ​​insects.

The Endless One's spaceship was supposed to fly faster than it appeared; its wings were glowing with emerald green arcs of electricity, and the living metal on them was far more active than usual.

"That's a terrifying level."

Tarasin muttered to himself as the self-proclaimed Dharma Emperor, the Necromancer, swung his staff. The next moment, a bright green streak flashed across the sea of ​​insects, and the Endless Fleet sliced ​​through the seemingly endless Tyrannosaurus fleet like smooth scissors. The severed corpses of the insectoids continued to hurtle forward with their momentum, their tentacles still twitching and sliding.

A brilliant, bright green fluorescence illuminated the beautifully cut surface of Tyron, and instead of the expected spray of biomass fluid, vaporous particles rose up.

These clusters of particles, representing mass, gradually moved away from Tyron's body, like some invisible insects gnawing at his remains.

When facing swarms of insects, Gaussian rays are still the most suitable.

Talazin swung his staff again, issuing his commands. The Endless Fleet moved through the swarm of insects as if it were no man's land, its crescent-shaped scythes rampaging and cutting any creature that stood in their way in two.

In terms of naval warfare, even in its decline, the Necromancers of the galaxy remain the absolute overlords of naval battles across the galaxy. Their ships possess overwhelming numerical superiority, and the only way to contend with them is through psionic power or sheer numbers.

"What exactly are they looking for? Is Pluto really that attractive to the Tyranids?"

Tarachin turned back and glanced through the porthole at the Pluto rising from the planet. The dark dragon, composed of darkness, continued to climb upwards, and the entire planet was covered by dark clouds, with bolts of lightning as thick as islands rolling within them from time to time.

Even so, the swarms of insects that escaped the defenses of the Battle of Tarachin by sheer numbers and crashed into the planet's atmosphere were still far denser than the stars themselves. Looking at the planet's surface from afar, just one glance would make one's scalp tingle; it looked like mosquito soup being boiled in a pot.

The only good news about this massive swarm is that the warp shadows of the swarm obscure the image of Hades releasing the Dark Domain, which may delay the Chaos Empire's realization that they have a powerful Dark Domain backing them up.

"How are you doing there?"

The rustling whispers seemed to ring in his ears, symbolizing that Hades had partially entered the [Pluto] stage, allowing him to speak directly to the undead in space.

However, the Endless Ones still hoped that Hades would use Star God Mode less, as the Space Necromancer was very worried about the damage it would cause to Hades.

“There are signs of an impending retreat,”

Tarasin clicked his tongue.

"But I feel like they won't give up on you? I'm still wondering why you're so attractive to them. Is it because you symbolize the possibility of merging with the Star God? Or is your Dark Domain a skill they absolutely need to acquire?"

"...All I know is that they evolve a bit too fast!"

Hades' voice came in fits and starts, sounding as if he were roaring at Tarasin in the middle of a storm. A series of crashing sounds came from Hades' side, and Tarasin suspected that the swarm had dumped all of Tyrannosaurus Rex toward Hades' side like pouring beans—hoping to get a bite out of Hades.

"Their communication no longer relies on the subspace. Starting with the sixteenth wave of attacks, the Dark Domain attacks no longer sluggish them."

Hades looked up. Above him, hundreds of massive Zerg motherships floated in the distance, some striking bright light flowing across their swollen shells. Beneath the shells, dark eyes squeezed into the gaps stared unblinkingly at Hades's location.

These guys were all survivors who escaped Tarachin's encirclement by relying on the remains of their own kind and their sheer numbers.

Composed of a fleet of insect hives, a flowing river of light gradually appeared at a certain distance from the planet's orbit.

"If I climb any higher, I will become a complete Star God."

Hades reached out his hand. He pondered for a moment, and then, as if there had been an anomaly in space, a point appeared out of thin air among the swarm of insects that were greedily watching Hades. The next moment, the swarm of insects floating in space began to fall toward that point as if they were falling to the ground. They huddled together and were squeezed into a lump of flesh by an unseen force.

“I know, I know—but I still suggest you delay your Star God transformation. I’ve fed you most of the Star God fragments I got from the Silent King and the Storm King. I advise you not to go berserk again before your condition stabilizes—otherwise, where will you go to replenish the energy to restore your sanity? Don’t tell me you’re going to gnaw on the Outer Ones.”

Tarasin scratched his head. Following the thoughts of the Endless One, the Netherworld constructs, pre-deployed in the void outside the galaxy, began to move. The two asteroids imprisoned in the Black Stone complex trembled violently before colliding at a speed imperceptible to humans.

This is an ancient method of creating a black hole.

Hades clearly sensed a momentary distortion in the timeline of their galaxy, followed by an inevitable tilt, creating a black hole to expel the swarm, which also meant setting a countdown for the galaxy.

From a distance, a small hole suddenly appeared among the advancing swarm of insects. If you looked closely, you could see the extremely compressed Tyranid afterimages struggling on the surface of the small black hole—but this was the last observed outcome; the real fleet had already perished.

"At worst, I'll just create a few more black holes."

The Endless Ones say that the Fear of Death forbids the creation of black holes because of the space ethics treaty, to prevent black holes from completely destroying some unknown small civilization.

But now that the first black hole has appeared, a second one can appear.

From a macroscopic perspective, the slowly advancing swarm of insects suddenly paused for a moment. Then, within the swarm, some tiny, slow-moving, and almost defenseless insect ships began to move towards the direction where the black hole appeared. The extremely long tentacles of the narwhal insect ships began to tremble, and the rapidly expanding black hole suddenly slowed its expansion.

Deeper within the mothership, even more ancient and remote genes were expelled by the Norn Queen.

"I think the swarm should have a way to deal with black holes."

Hades raised his hand again, which was then devoured. The final flames of the Burner, mixed with black fragments, rose in his hand. The next moment, the Zerg motherships that Hades had attacked earlier shrieked and boiled amidst the flames.

Fortunately, there were no psionic beings in the vicinity, and the few sentient beings were under the protection of Hades; otherwise, the dying screams of the insect swarm would have been enough to make a psionic's brain explode.

"I believe... getting the Tyranids to confront the Silent King as soon as possible would be in our best interest."

As the flames burned once more, Hades felt a pang of hunger. He was worried that these Tyranids wouldn't just keep piling up their mass until Hades ran out of energy.

"Oh dear, what are you saying?"

While his fleet was busy reaping the Zerg swarm, the Endless One started joking around, because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wipe out the Zerg swarm. It was like charging into a crowd and going on a rampage—but there were just too many of them.

When fighting Tyranitar, the insects choose the insect swarm tactic to wear down the enemy, just like how the final boss is killed by the player with a bunch of minions with only one health left.

“I thought so too, but these bugs are sticking to you. It looks like they’re determined to take a bite out of you no matter what you say. Why don’t you go stay with the Silent King? I guarantee the Tyranids will head straight for the Silent King.”

"Hey, what are you saying?"

Hades was about to retort, but suddenly he fell silent. Amidst the crackling sounds of interference from the shadows of the Terenian space filling the screen, Hades vaguely... seemed to... hear a distant "WAAAGH!".

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"Humans are so despicable."

The throne was pushed aside, and the huge, green, hard, and WAAAGH-looking Warlord rose from it. Its wise, beady eyes pierced through countless stars, as if looking straight into the empire that was cooperating with the Chaos Empire by holding its nose.

"In order to achieve a mediocre victory, they are willing to cooperate with chaos and abandon their bottom line and dignity."

The green-skinned creature clenched its fist, and a creaking sound rang out from its tightly clenched fist.

"But the noble Greenskins will never compromise, never bow down, and will always be WAAAAGH! Boss—if you do not wish to meet the Greenskins, they will come for you in person."

The front tooth felt its veins throbbing. The concept of the Star God, the black boss who commanded the space necromancers in battle, had activated something within the front tooth's bloodline. The front tooth knew that this was the power of WAAAAGH!