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

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It fell, turning into grayish-white ash.

Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening, dear readers. I am Nurgle Lamp.

I am saddened to announce that I will not be able to finish my revision.

The little Nurgle dug and dug in Tzeentch's labyrinth, only to discover that he might be a fool.

The engineering knowledge I've studied has reached another level of supreme understanding. I can't comprehend the meaning of each sentence even after reading it three times. Every formula seems incoherent, as if Tzeentch had suddenly altered his knowledge. The symbols that make them up and the concepts behind them are completely foreign to me, like spells casually written by a wise man in a nightmare. They come from Tzeentch's wings, and Tzeentch himself simply wants to bring more and more symbols representing suffering to humanity.

I studied diligently by lamplight every day. Through my increasingly blurred vision from reading, I seemed to see light from another world. But alas, Tzeentch peeked out, glanced at me, shook his head in disappointment, and left, refusing me entry into the labyrinth of knowledge. Even though He had tried to teach Eugene to count, He didn't want to pay me any attention for even a moment, even though I was now so willing to offer my soul to Him in exchange for a few days of the wise man's mind.

He himself did not want to corrupt the stupid, and I was clearly the stupid one.

The clumsy Nurgle fell, exploding into a tiny lump before the sealed doors of Tzeentch's Labyrinth.

A loving father might be willing to scoop me up from the ground, but unfortunately, the world I inhabit is a treacherous realm. In an academy with somewhat high standards for its students, the professors have thoughtfully set a cutoff line for us: fools as stupid as pigs don't deserve to live in the campus of knowledge.

This is a battle royale, a curse that has lingered for millennia under the clutches of Tzeentch. From the first student who cried out in despair after failing the exam, this curse took deep root on this continent, corroding the souls of most. Yes, our world is the domain of the Lord of All Changes! Build an altar to worship Him! Wuhu! Fan Jin's madness is merely the tip of the iceberg; the radiance of Lan Yu is already with us forever!

Many times, when Nurgle's Lamp is hunched over a book thicker than my head, I wonder if this knowledge was written down with the intention of teaching us, of us learning, or simply as a way for the great wizard who wrote it to show off his superb spell-drawing skills. In short, he or she is just showing off. It's like a kind of photography in the world of knowledge, where they photograph beautiful formulas and knowledge to spread the gospel of saints and villains, rather than genuinely hoping that we will learn something.

In short, they wrote these words and symbols hoping we would learn something, but the abstract logic within them makes it impossible for us to learn anything. They want us to learn while simultaneously not wanting us to learn.

Hahahaha, I've got it!

Have I truly understood? No, because I am merely a tiny Nurgle.

Therefore, I am requesting three days off: Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, because I have an exam on Tuesday.

Will it win?

will win.

I apologize again for taking leave. This is from Nurgle, the Lamp who bravely rolled out of the garden and ventured alone into the labyrinth, who loves everything.

If I fall, please let my loving father plant seven flowers on my corpse—not blue ones.

Chapter 817 [259] Who is the Lord of the Galaxy?!

[Killiman] is smiling at this moment.

His eyes, shimmering with an endless array of eerie blues, were moving, occasionally reflecting his own more weary and weathered self. The feeling of confronting and conversing with himself was so strange and bizarre; the answer to any word was already known before it was even uttered.

But there are still some things that go unnoticed.

Robert Guilliman raises his glass to the Emperor of the Empire, the wine flowing within, like undercurrents churning beneath the surface of the sea—like Horus, or like—

Hush, that name that cannot be spoken, that cannot be thought of.

Its mechanism is far more bizarre, more coercive, more disorderly, and more chaotic than space.

The other side clearly did not want him to touch these dark, greedy, and unspeakable beings. They hid it away and put away the black crosses, the three-headed wild dogs, and the skulls flowing with black tears.

But they could not truly hide "it." Whether their methods were clever or clumsy, Guilliman had already seen it. He had seen "it"—so magnificent, so spectacular, so utterly repulsive…

That's all there is to it; it's just a void in the subspace. Does it want to ascend to godhood?

Unfortunately, the rules of this universe dictate that "ascension to godhood" is not a fortunate event. Guilliman recalled the brutal and pale "Lord of Mankind" before him on that day, and this was the so-called truth.

[Killiman] couldn't help but laugh to himself.

"Gods" are by no means the final answer in this galaxy. This path is destined to be a dead end. The real answer remains elusive, and it is precisely the truth that [Guilliman] has been searching for.

The Lord of the Galaxy is not simply a god, nor is he merely a collection of a few concepts and rules. The true Lord of the Galaxy will be completely free and possess absolute will.

[Killiman] took a sip of his drink, listening somewhat absentmindedly to the suggestion from his other self beside him.

[Regarding cooperation, I have outlined three directions, and I hope—]

[Guilliman] suddenly raised his hand, interrupting his other self. It was clear that the Lord of the Ox and Horse was somewhat angry because they were both "Robert Guilliman" and thus knew the depth of the provocation in this action.

I think your plans might need some revisions.

"Killiman, the villain," said unhurriedly, swirling the liquid in his glass, his eyes gleaming even brighter.

I need a reasonable reason.

Killieman suppressed his anger at being interrupted, vowing that he would never treat anyone so rudely.

[Because the war has already begun.]

[Killiman] said,

[The moment we arrived in this galaxy, the war had already begun—oh, oh, I mean our war against the space undead.]

The villain smiled and raised his glass to Guilliman, whose face showed astonishment.

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At the same time

Planet β-36Rt123

This place can no longer be called a planet.

The green light illuminating the entire skyline moved slowly like the aurora borealis. It was the ultimate application of the Gaussian technology of the Fearless Ones. The continents and oceans were slowly decomposed at the same time, and then slowed down to the slowest speed under the operation of the time delay machine.

High in the sky, a crescent-shaped scythe hangs in the air, its dense network forming scales across the planet's surface, while the light of ions idly rests before its smooth surface.

Its shadow fell on the ground, covering the densely packed, relentlessly advancing space undead soldiers. Fragments of their living metal bodies flew and lingered in the air, not yet completely annihilated by the Gaussian rays that shone from the edges.

A serpentine and insectoid metallic monster burst from the ground, baring its fangs and claws as it attacked the Seraph, while the massive technology of the space necromancer raised its forelegs, preparing to slam them heavily to the ground.

But in the face of manipulated time, such a massive existence is nothing more than comically dangling its forelegs in mid-air.

Everything was still, moving forward slowly, like the hands of a clock that never reach the next second.

Apart from……

"Imotek! It's all over!"

The entire continent was shattered, and a whole plain floated up on the huge crater. Looking down from high above, white seawater was surging and crashing into the giant crater.

The Silent King roared as it descended from its throne. There was no need for the power of the two saints; Szalak knew he was capable of dealing with the Storm King.

Below them, countless Death-fearing Emperors and the Three Holy Guards were watching the duel between the two royals, but the manipulated flow of time was too strange for them to see or really hear anything.

In the final moments, no matter how vast the army of the fearful dead may be, no matter how magnificent the bodies of the seraphim and the constructs of the underworld may be, soldier against soldier, general against general, the final step in the struggle for power must be a battle between kings.

The army forged by the combined might of the entire Undead race was nothing more than a spectator at the king's feet, even though the space undead army piled up on this planet at this moment was enough to rival a complete Star God.

This is the fear of death.

"Your laughable and absurd ambition, your dream of dominating the entire galaxy, has been shattered! You are nothing but a mere patriarch of the civilization of the dead! A mere ant!"

The tip of the Staff of Eternal Glory burst forth with a blinding white light, making its master, the Silent King Szalak, appear even taller. Beside the raging white light, Szalak raised his staff and pointed it at the heavily wounded Storm King.

"Ha, ha ha ha! In the eyes of cowards, is true courage really ambition? Szalak, you personally abandoned the galaxy, abandoned the dream of the Fearful Ones to unify the galaxy—to the Fearful Ones! You are the sinner for all time!!!"

The Storm King, his body hunched over and almost prostrate on the ground, suddenly sprang up, and the dim Destroyer's Staff shone again. This action was almost faster than the time scale. The ultra-high-energy laser pierced through space and time. Before the Silent King could activate his time stop, Imotek's attack reached Szalak.

throat!

A not-so-crisp sound suddenly rang out, and the light of Eternal Radiance shattered a bit in the strange chaos of light. The green light in the eyes of the Silent King flickered in surprise, and the energy shock forced it to take half a step back.

Storm King regained its precious and brief respite. It stood up somewhat unsteadily, and Blood Saint Beetles surged forth, repairing its body. Its radiance returned, and it looked proudly at Silent King.

Imotek knew it was right. Its only regret was that its bloodline and luck were not as good as the Silent King's. It was so saddened that the fate of the fearful of death had fallen upon such a fearful of death.

Even with his exceptional military and strategic talents, King Silent Szalakluth could not conceal his reckless and cowardly nature. After naively trusting the deceivers and leading all the fearful to the abyss of destruction, he gave up on himself, destroyed the General Control Agreement, and cowardly exiled himself instead of saving his people.

"Do you remember the oath you swore back then?! Szalak—you led the Fearful Ones out of the abyss of death and fear, you led them to become the Lords of the Galaxy—and what have you done?! The Fearful Ones chose you! Yet you have betrayed them time and time again!"

Storm King roared, unable to contain its raging fury any longer. It couldn't understand, it couldn't accept that, having already transformed into a space undead, Silent King had once again abandoned its vow to dominate the galaxy!

throat!!!

In an instant, the metal struck, sending up bright green sparks that illuminated the faces of the two dignitaries, contorted with anger and curses.

But what they see is no longer themselves or each other; between their eyes are only similar metallic faces, devoid of blood and tears.

"The error...must be corrected."

The Silent King spoke slowly and deliberately, and the space and time around the two fearful beings who were locked in a stalemate began to distort.

"I have committed heinous crimes, which have also made me see the truth of the galaxy. The galaxy needs a restrained ruler, not an absurd overlord."

"There is no need for the war to reignite."

Clang! The Silent King suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and after countless calculations, the Storm King staggered back a step—but the Silent King did not let the Storm King go. A blade-like green light burst forth from the side of the Staff of Eternal Glory and slashed towards Imotek!

"War? What is the purpose of war?! For the fearful dead who will never awaken again? Imotek—it's time to wake up from your dream of being a tyrant! Endless war will only further erode the minds of the fearful dead!"

"I was born here precisely for war! You promised—you promised the Fearful Ones the entire galaxy and war!"

Before he could regain his balance, the Storm King moved with a thought and stood in mid-air in an almost impossible posture, spinning the Staff of Destruction in his hand, fearless of the fierce attack, and went straight to meet the Silent King.

A massive shockwave erupted as the scepter faced the attack, completely disrupting the frequency of the time manipulator. Both of the Death-fearing beings were thrown backward.

Storm King collapsed to the ground, while Silent King staggered a few steps before falling. Its living metal cloak was torn to shreds by the gale, and knife-like cracks appeared on its metallic skin.

The outcome has been decided.

A sorrowful light flickered in the eyes of the Silent King. It still remembered the Storm King Imotek's agreement and support when they were deciding whether to carry out the bio-transformation ritual. The Storm King was also one of the most important forces in the fight against the anti-bio-transformation ritual dynasty at that time.

Did it really let them down?

The Silent King was troubled, but his steps toward beheading never stopped. He input command codes and keys into the dim Eternal Radiance Staff in his palm, and the overused weapon hummed and worked at super power once again.

However, without the transformation of their biological bodies, they would not have been a match for the ancient saints at that time... The Star Gods would also reclaim their power... This is merely the best solution under expediency. The Death-Fearers have been struggling under the shadow of cancer and death for tens of thousands of years, and all the Death-Fearers want true health and liberation.

This was not just the choice of the Silent King.

This is the will of all the living emperors.

The Silent King has learned to confront and reconcile with the past; he will no longer cling to the mire of the past.

"Why are you so obsessed with fighting with ants? Imotek, the Fear of the Dead can choose a more peaceful path of governance—the Fear of the Dead come from a brutal past, it's time for them to learn peace."

"It's nothing but cowardice!"

Storm King struggled, but its left leg was already corroded by the emerald green. As it struggled, thin metal sheets, like peeling pages of paper, slowly floated off its body and were then swept away by the wind.

The Silent King's eyes held both pity and fury, and the Storm King's self-destruction further proved the error of his path. The true answer in this galaxy is never war and domination; they should become competent managers and observers.

The Silent King became even more determined to eliminate Hades on this mission.

It raised its staff, slowing down time around it so that the rest of the Fearless could witness it finally beheading the Storm King, ending yet another iconic rebellion in the history of the Fearless.

Then, the scepter fell heavily—

A burst of white light suddenly erupted beside Storm King! The next moment, the spot where Storm King had been was empty! Next to where it had been, a strangely styled space necromancer stood with its hands on its hips, tilting its head to look at the Silent King opposite it.

"Storm King Imotek, acquired!"

Tarasin shouted, twisting his waist sharply to dodge the Silent King's enraged attack.

"A traitor who collaborated with a foreign race!!!"

The Silent King did not understand—he did not understand why it was always the Endless One, Tarasim, who always jumped out to ruin his plans! He now fully understood why those patriarchs wished they could devour Tarasim alive whenever he mentioned him.

"Oh, are you insulting yourself, Szalak? Okay, okay, I know you've been working with the fraudsters."

Tarasin leaped and bounded about, dodging left and right with incredible agility! Hades's body was incredibly useful, far superior to those ancient relics that hadn't been updated in tens of thousands of years.

Enraged, the Silent King once again tried to slow time down to its slowest speed, but cracks began to appear in layers across the time dimension, and in places unseen by him, the invisible hand of Eurican began to exert its force!

"What exactly do you want, Tarachin?!"

"What do you want? Do you want all of you dead? Why didn't the fraudsters just kill you back then? Why did they leave you with your sanity?"

"presumptuous!!!"

The savage light rose again, but Tarachin remained nonchalant in the face of the Silent King's attack, as if he really thought his tens of thousands of years of collection was a joke.

Boom! ...

The ultra-high-energy laser shot straight at his face, but after a strange fluctuation in the energy shield, it dissipated half a meter in front of Tarasin. After the light, he was completely unharmed, except for his gold and silver cloak, which billowed in the light that illuminated the entire horizon.

"Those who fear death need a new king."

Tarasin stood still and said coldly,

“I reiterate, the Fear of the Dead needs a new king—not the Undead. I will bring the Space Undead back to the state of the Fear of the Dead, Szalak.”

"No undead,"