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

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In fact, Vox could die now, which is why he spoke the real name of his deceased friend without any regrets.

But Vox did have things he wanted to see one last time, and things he hoped he could make up for.

So he decided to go find Hades.

[Vox] wiped his face. Typhon's tears smelled bad and were sticky, and he couldn't wipe them clean, but they made [Vox]'s soul, which was being corrupted by the Dark Domain, feel a little better.

"Don't stop me."

Vox said he began his journey.

Okay, that's all.

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"This is not good."

Hades succinctly commented, and Tarachin, standing beside him with a wine glass in his hand, nodded in agreement.

The two "noobs" were strongly advised by Orikan not to confront the Silent King head-on anymore, so they chose to fight a roundabout way. The ships under Hades and the Endless split up and ambushed the Silent King's army in the nebula with small forces that could be quickly assembled.

Meanwhile, the Silent King's fleet is frantically searching for them. Once it detects even the slightest trace of Hades or the Endless, the Silent King's army will unleash its full force.

At all costs, annihilate Hades.

As the sun shifts second by second, if they don't retreat soon, it's only a matter of time before the Silent King's fleet discovers them, and the various planes they've jumped to have already been detected and blocked by the Silent King.

Even though Guilliman and his men are frantically delaying the Silent King's army on another front, the Silent King's primary bounty target will always be Hades, even though the Silent King's army is currently shifting towards another front—

Hades knew that if he showed himself, the Silent King would definitely come back to kill him at all costs.

But... if we retreat any further...

"Do you think it's better for us to face Tyrion, or the Silent King?"

Hades cupped his fingers over his wine glass and posed this thought-provoking question: "According to our investigation, this Tyranid vein that has suddenly advanced towards the Eye of Silence is quite large—"

Their scale was enough to deal a heavy blow to the human empire.

"Tyron".

Taracin answered without hesitation, and the green light in the space necromancer's eyes flashed.

"The nature of the Tyranids makes it easy for us to predict their tactics. We only need to occupy a small sector with low biomass, and then let the number of Tyranids sacrificed in that sector exceed the total biomass in that area—and the Tyranids will automatically bypass us."

"good idea."

Hades said that he thought so too, and that he had fought Tyrion before, but he had led the Greenskins in the battle.

His own Dark Domain also has a restraining effect on the Tyranids who use similar psionic means (the Shadow of the Warp) to command communications.

"but--"

The Endless One suddenly drew out its voice, its massive face hovering above the densely packed Tyrannical fleet on the star map.

“I have a question—Hades, I’m worried that the Tyranids might be interested in you.”

"?"

Hades had a question mark pop into his head. The Silent King wanted his life, and the Chaos Primarch from the Empire also wanted his life—how come now that Tyrande has come along, and the Endless One is saying the same thing?

"You are the pinnacle of human genetic engineering,"

Tarachin looked at Hades.

"Moreover, it incorporates the power of the Star God. Both of these are creations of the purely physical world, conforming to logic and laws. This implies a certain degree of replicability. Hades, replicability—I think Tyron will be fascinated by this."

"..."

Hades opened his mouth, then suddenly remembered the ancient Terra walkthrough that had been dormant in his mind for many years—in the original story, Tyrannosaurus attacked Baal, seemingly wanting to bite into Saint Gilles' body.

Hades, in terms of physical strength, has reached the level of the Primarch.

Oh no, this is really hard to say.

Hades pondered for a moment,

"Terren is followed by the Outer Ones. They are fleeing, so they shouldn't waste their time with us in one place. Besides... I don't think I'm as attracted to Terren as I am to the Silent King Ra?"

As for the Star God fragments, the Tyranids can devour other fragments; they don't necessarily have to take a bite out of Hades.

Furthermore...

"If we don't confront Tyren directly... do you intend for us to confront the Silent King directly?"

"..."

Tarasim remained silent, Hades remained silent, and the cronies looked at each other in bewilderment.

Even after defeating the Storm King, the Silent King still had the strength to fight the human empire one-on-one—that's the value of Szalak, the last and greatest Pharaoh.

"I'll go set the ship's target coordinates right away."

Tarasin spoke abruptly, and Hades turned around, watching the Endless Ones depart, before turning back to look at the star map.

While the Empire and the Chaos Empire draw the Silent King's firepower on another front, Hades and the Endless's forces are about to engage the Zerg. Of course, they will not fight the Tyranids for long, as the Zerg, eager to escape, will enter the Silent King's war zone as soon as possible.

Hades sent Phenus to scout ahead. The situation was not optimistic for Hades and the Infinites; they needed to rejoin the Empire as soon as possible.

At the same time, we must not be discovered by the Silent King.

“Tyron…”

Hades pondered, thinking it shouldn't be too difficult to defeat. When he first encountered Tyrannosaurus, he directly severed all of Tyrannosaurus's communications on the entire planet using the Dark Domain, and the Star God Lightning was also sufficient to deal with them.

But the only thing to be careful about is... hopefully the Tyranids haven't evolved in the direction of anti-Pluto.

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"...We're going to find him, Mortarian, don't worry."

The first rebel, Mortarian, finished reading the letter in his hand without expression. A fierce, chaotic flame ignited in his palm, instantly engulfing the paper.

Beside him, Mortarian stood motionless, his scythe flashing coldly.

There is no one else here, except for the messenger who is responsible for maintaining communication with the battlefield; the rest of the Death Guard's high command are not here.

Therefore, the two Mortarians had not spoken to each other for a full seven hours; they did not need to talk—because there was no need.

And war is about to begin.

Currently, apart from the two Mortarians who arrived at the front lines last, the combined forces of the Primarchs and Chaos Primarchs have already begun fighting against the Silent King's forces. Mortarians are unaware of the situation on the other fronts, but he will firmly control the battlefield on his side.

We will never allow the rebels to control the battlefield.

Of course, the first rebel also thought so.

Then white mist rose up.

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[236-β Theater]

charge! ! !

Krieg's gas mask was already tattered, but he continued to sprint. He knew there would be no resurrection this time. His squadron had been assigned to a more peripheral position, thus far from the maximum range that Death's protection could cover.

After being resurrected by Death, most of Kriegmead's comrades were somewhat confused, but Mead was not too surprised, because the red-haired shaman Rena had told him that Death had the power of "death"—so refusing death was to be expected.

However, the other Kriegs reacted very poorly to this, and some even felt terrified, believing that the God-Emperor had rejected their sacrifices, that the God-Emperor did not need them, and that their sins would not be forgiven.

After the war, the political commissars had to repeatedly educate Krieg and his men to convince them that they had not been denied death.

Even so, the Kriegs ultimately chose to stay away from the battlefield of death.

Kriegmead understood and accepted his comrades' decision. Being resurrected multiple times was indeed difficult to accept. Even the resilient Kriegmead would feel overwhelmed and mentally deranged after being resurrected repeatedly.

Even though he had a small regret—Mead worried that he might not live to see Lena and their child Krieg again.

Due to the nature of the Primarchs, they generally do not fight alongside legions with strong psychic powers. Even though the Death Guard is a frequent partner of the Primarchs, they generally do not appear on battlefields where Primarch psychic powers are crucial for support.

They would leave a squad of Soulless Elite alongside each Primarch to ensure final control.

Therefore, the cultist Lena and her children are now fighting alongside the Legion of Ultramarines in the adjacent sector.

It's worth noting that while Robert Guilliman is currently the most powerful psyker openly acknowledged in the entire Imperium, he still hasn't learned how to use psykers to aid his Legion. The Ultramarines, on the other hand, are also bewildered by the idea of ​​using psykers to assist the Legion in combat; they seem unable to imagine how the Primarch could use psykers to help them fight better.

Surely you can't just spew white mist from your mouth like Mortarion, can you?

The ultimate imagination of the Ultra Warriors is that Robert Guilliman stands on the front line, draws his sword, and then their bodies begin to glow with golden light, greatly boosting the morale of the crowd.

The Ultramarines' lack of imagination in psychic abilities made them one of the few legions in the Imperium that did not rely on psychic powers to assist in combat. In addition, there were the Iron Hands, who relied on machines, and under the influence of the Mechanicus, most of the Iron Hands believed in Om Messiah and Hades.

Therefore, on this battlefield, the Cult of the Underworld tends to support these two legions, as well as the Cult of Mechanism, in order to avoid suppressing their allies with their anti-psychic properties as much as possible.

It's a pity I didn't get a proper look at Lena in the end.

Mead realized that, besides drawing his sword, this was the last thing that came to his mind.

The sky was as dark as ink.

He met the space necromancer warrior head-on, suddenly bending over to dodge the Gaussian ray in the most extreme posture. His sword hummed and flashed green light on the noisy battlefield, drawing an arc before slashing down fiercely!

throat!

Like chopping down a block of extremely hard, solid soil, Krieg gritted his teeth and exerted his strength, but just as he was about to cut the space undead in half, the earth suddenly trembled. The ominous tremor made Krieg realize that something was wrong immediately.

The attack came from below!

Krieg decisively released the sword stuck in the waist of the space necromancer and leaped towards the direction with the least tremor. The moment he was airborne, a huge, greedy maw burst from the ground and shot straight into the sky!

It's a centipede!

The cold glint between the claws of the centipede shone through Krieg's goggles. After rolling around on the ground a few times in a sorry state, Mead hurriedly crawled to find the nearest cover.

Knowing he was doomed, Krieg did not hesitate and immediately reported his and the Dark Centipede's positions to the Crusader-type Rand Raiders behind the battle line.

He had to hold off the centipede until remote support arrived, preventing it from burrowing back underground.

Krieg, who was still alive beside Mead, immediately realized Mead's idea. The Kriegs gathered together in tacit agreement, preparing to buy time with their lives and sacrifices.

Mead, who was closest to the Grim Reaper, would be the first to die, but that was the reality. Mead immediately drew a fragmentation grenade from his waist and pulled the pin—

In front of him, the Netherworld Centipede thrust its sharp claws directly at him!

A streak of blood-red light suddenly ripped through the darkness, severing the head of the Netherworld Centipede. The next moment, the chains tightened, and the blood-red scythe flew back to its master's hand.

? !

Mead whirled around and saw the figure of a Space Marine in a blood-stained helmet—a Space Marine?! Had Space Marine reinforcements arrived on this battlefield?!

He wanted to ask something, but the blasphemous marks and aura on the Space Marine's helmet made Mead take a few steps back warily. The Space Marine without a helmet ignored him. Vox strode over, crushed the skeleton of the Necromancer Centipede, and moved straight ahead.

Mead stood still for a moment, then quickly canceled the remote support to the rear. Krieg picked up the sword he had just abandoned and followed the Space Marine.

In the distance, the frolicking snake demon and the slow-moving fellow also joined the battle.

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"Damn it! How come the intensity is so high in this small battlefield?! Isn't this crappy place marked as [lowest priority]?!"

Curled up in the trench dug by Krieg, Mrs. Psyche tried her best to squeeze her snake tail into the cramped space, while Typhons and Vox were huddled in an even more cramped position, with Vox lying on his side and squeezing himself into the small trench.

The Space Necromancers are currently bombarding indiscriminately, so it's best to take cover. Being hit by high-energy Gaussian rays from the sky is no joke. The Space Necromancers' Gaussian weapons have a kind of beauty that treats all beings equally; once hit, death is almost certain.

"...It's possible that due to geographical reasons, it's the lowest priority,"

Typhonswin said in a soft voice,

"Although they don't have Space Marine units, their Astral Army is very strong."

They are far stronger than the Astral Army of the Chaos Empire.

Madame Psyche fell silent, her expression shifting between light and shadow. Typhon's words were a reminder that, indeed, after making contact, she had discovered that the mortal combat power of the Empire here far surpassed that of the Chaos Empire.

However, others may not immediately realize that the battlefields where the Primarchs appear are mostly the highest-intensity battlefields, which means they will likely only send Space Marines.