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Assassination.
Killieman said firmly,
[After the war has passed its first phase—my other self would definitely order the Primarchs to turn against us during the war, but if we beat him to it… we can send Hades.]
Killieman then added a sentence.
However, this ultimately depends on Hades's own wishes.
【…】
Hopefully, we can successfully get through the first phase.
Saint Gilles shook his head and sighed again. The Silent King had already won. He thought of the emperor who had once shared a similar mask with him.
Just like the Storm King and the Silent King, once they joined forces, they could sweep across the entire galaxy, but they went to war with each other on the eve of victory.
Now, cooperation between the two empires is destined to be fraught with difficulties—but it's better than nothing.
Instead of ultimately facing the Silent King with all their might.
However, generally speaking...
Only when the two empires faced the Silent King together could they barely put up a fight, and this will be the true course of this battle.
Saint Gilles shook his head and left Gilles's office.
The door creaked shut, and Guilliman stood alone in front of his desk, his earlier anger instantly vanished. He lowered his head dejectedly, unable to accept this other version of himself.
But then, another secret letter was delivered to Guilliman—
"—What are you doing now, Emperor?! Come back here!!!"
The Lord of Humanity's leave request was finally delivered to the Lord of Oxen and Horses.
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"A trivial skill..."
The Silent King sneered and slowly stood up. The true master of the space necromancer looked up at the planet's atmosphere, where the warp rift that [Guilliman] had forcibly opened with psionic energy was spewing out strange psionic energy like a vortex.
It was as bright as if someone had turned on a light bulb in the Milky Way for the first time, turning night into day.
Such a familiar battlefield... The last time I saw such a magnificent galaxy was when I fought against the Ancient Saints, but this time the galaxy's light is far less dazzling than that time.
The enemy's strength was no match for the space undead, so they repeatedly used trickery and cunning to escape. Szalak felt his patience and respect for the other side being worn down by being toyed with time and time again.
Humanity is not a race deserving of much respect—they treat the galaxy so cruelly, squandering irretrievable resources, sowing discord among the fearful, and providing supplies to the Endless.
Last time it was Hades' escape; this time it is the Endless Ones who escaped by taking advantage of the warp waves stirred up by humans.
"attack……"
The Silent King roared, smoke billowed, and he raised his eternal glory. The grime-covered tiger was still a beast, while the smug villain would forever remain a coward.
Let humanity witness the wrath of those who fear death.
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'keep away'
'keep away'
'Assessment: Critically endangered, Critically endangered... Second assessment: Critically endangered, Critically endangered'
'? ...? Unstable? Enraged? Provoked'
'keep away'
'Get away as soon as possible'
'Path assessment, optimal, resupply, resupply, memory recall'
'An anticipated enemy, a life form composed of metal, a hybrid of subspace and physical entities.'
'Generate, γ-327836uio' (the following genomes), 'Generate, Σ-23723956' (the following genomes)'
'An anticipated enemy? A subspace shielder?'
'Information collection'
'...'
With twisting tentacles, it glided across the deep starry sky, the pitch-black insect's many eyes unblinking as it soared through the void.
Beside the tiny star, the vast, nebula-like Tyranids are advancing, gathering, and advancing—
The mother body is urgently summoning all of its dispersed tentacles. The escape route of the main limb will inevitably pass through a war-torn zone. There is no way to avoid it or escape the battle. To avoid it means to be caught up.
They were overtaken by the complete Star God behind them.
The long, drawn-out call of the Mother reverberated throughout the Milky Way, signaling the return of all offspring. The Mother needed their resources, energy, and the memories and genomes that had helped them fight against the Milky Way.
'collect'
'collect'
'？ ？￥#￥#Subspace Shielder@……&%￥α-0012 Genome, Generation, Generation,'
'go ahead'
'go ahead'
'go ahead'
Forward, by any means necessary; evolve, towards the eternal prosperity of our race.
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【at the same time】
How are things on your end?
"Motalian asked, standing at the bow of the Fourth Knight."
After a long silence at the end of the channel, Hades' voice rang out, a long sigh.
"Not good,"
Hades scratched his head.
"Orikan scolded me and Tarasin and strongly advised us two weaklings not to rush in and give the Silent King any more lives. I'm mainly here to repair and upgrade Tarasin's army."
The Silent King's army is on the march. Hades and a portion of the Imperial army he leads are isolated in another star system by the Silent King, while the Imperial offensive will be launched from the other side.
[Killiman said you'll encounter Tyron first on your end.]
“I know, I’ve been feeling the shadow of Tyranny lately. That’s not bad news—at least Tarasin and his army can take advantage of Tyranny’s mismanagement to survive for a while longer.”
"What about your end? Is the counterattack about to begin?"
The two empires have already cooperated, at least on the surface. The psionic energy concentration on our side is extremely high—you don't need to worry about us, at least not in the short term, Hades.
Mortarian made a gesture as if praying to Hades.
The extremely high concentration of psionic energy meant that these Primarchs could unleash their full potential, but the psionic field itself was unusually murky, which meant—
"But won't you get contaminated?"
[This possibility exists for others besides myself.]
Mortarian remained silent for a moment.
But we all know what the antidote is.
As he was praying to Hades, his hand was suddenly gripped tightly and pulled away, as the fully armed leader of the rebels, Mortarian, glanced at him from the side.
Can I say a few words to him?
After being rebuked by Mortarian, the First Rebel's attitude towards Mortarian improved somewhat. He stopped openly provoking him and instead became politely persistent, which Mortarian clearly found more annoying.
No, get out.
Mortarian hung up the communication and immediately swung his scythe in the direction of the First Rebel, who dodged it with an agility beyond his size.
[how?]
The first rebel spread his hands, and the [Fourth Knight] began to accelerate, the deck beneath their feet emitting a muffled hum.
[At least from now on we'll be comrades fighting side by side, so we can't—]
【cannot. 】
"what about me?"
A sweet, cloying voice rang out, and the waist of the First Rebel [Motalian]'s armor suddenly became sticky and viscous, and his armor bulged inappropriately, abruptly revealing a strange shape.
With a hissing sound, the humanoid serpentine body coiled around the shoulder armor of the First Rebel. Herrera laughed, staring at Mortalian, her serpentine tail swaying.
Bubbles from the swamp rose from the shadow behind the first rebel.
Oh shit.
Mortarian thought of this, and then he immediately called out to Karas Typhon.
No more
Chapter 819 [261] Eat shit!
Callas Typhon felt like the whole world had turned upside down.
The dull footsteps echoed through the corridors of the Resilient. Such footsteps, so hurried and muffled, seemed like the sound of deliberately pounding the floor. Within the Death Guard, who prided themselves on silence, only one person could make such a sound.
Karas Typhon.
Any Death Guardian, whether a recruit or a veteran, a technical sergeant or a think tank member, will immediately take three steps back upon hearing such harassing footsteps, and then immediately give way.
They couldn't even describe this behavior, but if Hades were to comment, this native of ancient Terra might call it the "happy avoidance principle."
Apart from Mortalian, no one wanted to mess with Karas. This veteran, who had lived for over ten thousand years, had obviously lived long enough, and he himself thought so too. However, unfortunately, death was unwilling to take his life.
Even if Callas Typhon himself cursed Death, it wouldn't work.
This is truly a tragic story.
Karas knew every corridor on the Resilience so well he could navigate them with his eyes closed. He even knew which corridors were dimmer, the shifting light casting shadows on his stiff, lifeless face—
Those familiar with Callas know this expression; it means Callas is angry.
Karas Typhon was indeed somewhat angry.
Perhaps they were very angry.
He was merely enjoying his rare and brief moment of sleep when he was still shaken awake by the giant baby Mortarian—
This world deserves to be destroyed, and Karas no longer cares. The galaxy is becoming increasingly magical, and as a human being, he has clearly made enough sacrifices. He drank soup in front of Nurgle and cursed God in front of Slaanesh. He has fought long enough and has reached the point where he is tired of it. His life is bleak, without hope or light. His future only has two choices: to clean up Mortalion's mess and to approve official documents. The newborn cubs either curse him or fear him.
Vox had tried to subtly advise Callas that perhaps it wasn't the younger generation's fault, but rather that Callas himself was too volatile and sarcastic. Of course, Callas wouldn't listen to this advice.
Although he sometimes felt jealous and contemptuous of Vox, who had lived with him for thousands of years, Vox was obviously more easygoing. He was even willing to go back to writing his damn diary after reviewing official documents all day!
Karas would either get completely drunk after finishing reviewing official documents all day, or randomly pick a few people to beat up, or do both.
My dearest Barbaross! He should never have followed the giant baby Mortarion onto that pirate ship from Terra.
If he hadn't followed Mortarion into the Empire, he would have lived a short but fulfilling life, starting a family in Barbalus and living until the day Barbalus was purified, thanks to the policies of that damned Hades.
But that damned Karas Typhon chose to join Mortarion in the Empire.
And just like that, Callas Typhon's life was completely ruined.
He clearly no longer cared about the Empire or much else. Karas had long since lost interest in these matters; he only believed that there would be more and more rotten things to do. And the Empire had clearly lived up to Karas's prediction, with rotten things coming one after another.
Now, even another version of myself has appeared!
what!what!
Who did this awful job?!
Karas was speechless, though he was curious and shocked to see a well-dressed Mortarian. A Mortarian who was willing to wash his hands, face, and brush his teeth—good heavens, was this still a Mortarian?
Mortarian only drinks his damned liquor, using the poison to kill bacteria and oral epithelial cells in his mouth and teeth for a cleaning effect.
Mortarian would have been even dirtier, but fortunately, war sometimes caused him to shed a layer of skin, and the new skin that grew back was clean, so Mortarian could continue like this!
Now, a person who doesn't wash his face, brush his teeth, change his clothes, or even bother to clean his armor is ordering him around. Karas feels humiliated and angry, but he has no choice but to obey.