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

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[Motalian] thought to himself, still sitting quietly in the room that Guilliman had prepared for him.

He rarely felt a sense of peace and order in this fate.

But the thought of his "brothers" coming soon made Mortarian feel a little irritated.

He disliked them—he disliked everything associated with chaos, and therefore he loathed himself.

But it will all be over soon.

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Terra

"Another destiny line..."

The Emperor sat in his lounge, slumped on the sofa, with Horus behind him engrossed in assembling the Emperor Dreamcraft blocks at his desk.

His mutterings seemed to go unheard by Horus.

In fact, after Guilliman went to the front lines, most of the Empire's daily affairs returned to the Emperor, so the Lord of Mankind was also working diligently, but he was just taking a break now.

Having dissipated most of his power, the Emperor is no longer a force to be reckoned with; he may now be weaker than Guilliman—the Emperor of the Empire is now the true number one in terms of combat power in this galaxy.

However, the Emperor sometimes wondered whether Guilliman could fully utilize this power.

"A very novel proposal."

The emperor stroked his chin, sat up again, and stared at the star map on the coffee table.

"I'm quite curious about how my other self lost—was he also defeated by Killieman because of arrogance?"

The Emperor blinked. Horus behind him was still engrossed in a puzzle game that was even somewhat complicated for the Primarchs. Just like Koz, Horus did not have real power in this empire ruled by Guilliman. His position was also awkward, and he was avoided by his brothers.

But it seems that Horus is quite content as long as he stays by the Emperor's side.

"Or is it because of something else?"

The emperor asked himself, and Horus, undisturbed by him, remained immersed in his own world.

"However... this did alleviate the immediate crisis."

The Emperor looked up and saw that on the star map, at the Eye of Silence, space and time were chaotically mixed together, and the subspace and the physical world were in complete disarray.

This was due in part to the contributions of the Storm King and the Silent King, as well as the connection between their two intertwined destinies.

He saw the undead army of space that blotted out the sky and almost covered the entire Eye of Silence.

And there was the Imperial fleet of humanity huddled to the side—in another strange location, a massive warp storm raged, from which ships of chaotic style emerged.

On the other side, at the very edge of the star map, a tiny speck of psionic light was racing frantically, while behind it, monsters from the outer reaches of the galaxy slowly entered the fray.

After them, Waldo, the emperor's favorite, remained silently in the spot where the outermost person had been.

The Tyranids scattered on the outskirts of the Empire sensed a premonition: the swarm was gathering—fleeing further afield—let him see—well, the only way was through the Eye of Silence.

Meanwhile, Hades's greenskin fans seem to be making some new moves—but the Emperor doesn't care much. The greenskins will never be the masters of this galaxy; they are born as tools, their fate sealed from birth.

Nios remained silent, his gaze fixed on the Eye of Silence—where destiny would end and begin anew.

He felt a little itchy to touch his hands.

"Just the final decorations on the ship's side are missing..." Horus sat up in surprise, and heard the Emperor, who was sprawled on the sofa behind him, speak casually.

"Wolf God...would you like to explore a completely different destiny?"

Since all those Primarchs have ended up on their timeline, they might as well come and visit—[Guilliman] provided the Emperor with new ideas and methods.

【What—what do you mean, Father?】

“I mean, hurry up and pack your bags, Lupecal.”

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 807 [249] A Warm-up

“shitshitshitshit!!!”

It took off running, and huge explosions burst behind it. The truly fearful dead never looked back at the explosions. Tarachin's back was scorched by the super-high temperature, and the living metal hissed. It covered it again to try to alleviate the injury.

"Orekan—Orekan—Quack! Help me!!!"

The Necromancer Overlord of Space fled desperately, and on the planet, the star that had been watching them collapsed in the Storm King's madness. A huge fragment of the Deceiver roared and rose from the center of the rapidly collapsing star.

But none of this is the most urgent.

As Tarachin ran for his life, he tried to teleport to another dimension. His body flickered, but he just couldn't teleport away.

The space access here is locked!

"Eurekan—Eurekan ah ah—"

The next moment, the sound stopped abruptly, and a look of terror froze on Tarasin's face—

The Silent King's lackey, the Fahed, had already caught up. On the entire planet where time was sealed, the Space Death Seal's troops trod on the land behind Tarasin, their footsteps easily crushing the pebbles.

The leader of the Death Marks raised his gun—

"Tarasin! Come here!"

Above the entire sky, which was burning with fragments of shattered stars, a huge virtual figure suddenly appeared—the next moment, time reversed, and Tarasin felt himself being jolted upside down for a moment.

Bang!

It slumped back onto the deck of its ship, but not in that body. Tarasin received the message that the old body was obsolete in his mind. Orikan only retrieved its information stream. Tarasin sighed loudly.

"Eurican, couldn't you have come earlier?"

"I should just twist your head off and use it as a football for the Silent King—do you even know how chaotic spacetime is in this star system right now! The Storm King has gone mad! That lunatic! I tried to talk him out of it, but it was no use!"

"You still want to persuade it?"

Tarasin scratched his head, stood up, and after a flash of light, the Staff of Annihilation of Empathy reappeared in his hand.

The war between the two great dynasties escalated extremely rapidly—

Even beyond Tarachin's imagination, perhaps the Death-Fearers themselves had long harbored resentment. After that enormous mistake, they desperately needed a war to burn away the unease and anger in their hearts, rather than a period of slumber.

"We put on quite a show,"

Orikan gritted his teeth and said, having failed to persuade Storm King, he decisively ran away. Given Storm King's current madness, Orikan even began to consider joining forces with Silent King—

At least the Silent King still had some bottom line.

Storm King, on the other hand, is a true hawk.

"How do you plan to take your final bow, Tarasin?"

Orikan manipulated his mortal body to turn around, staring at Tarasin behind him. So far, Tarasin's army had only been feigning weakness and had not yet revealed its full strength.

This kid is too good at playing dumb to fool others, Orikan thought.

"take a bow?"

Tarachin blinked, staring intently at Orikan.

To be honest, I don't know.

The Endless One spread its hands, its eyes gleaming.

“Eurican, do you know, do you know what I’ve been hoping for in this battle?”

"what?"

Euricen was taken aback by this abrupt question.

“Those who fear death,”

Tarasin said,

“I’ve been collecting and searching—in this battle, the Necromancers have almost come out in full force, and I’ve been wanting to see if there can be a miracle.”

Euricen was somewhat surprised.

"Your answer is?"

Taracin stared intently at Orikan, his serious expression almost unlike that of an Infinite Being.

"No,"

Tarasin took a deep breath, the air making a rough, swishing sound within its simulated trachea.

“Not a single one. All the Deathbringers below the rank of lord are dead. The lords only retain sixty percent of their personality simulation. The Deathbringers are completely wiped out, Eurican.”

“I can’t see a single emotion in them. Husbands and wives draw their swords against each other, and younger brothers step over their elder brothers’ corpses to continue their attack—their instinct for survival is almost completely invisible. I can only see the intelligence within the ghost worker’s structure controlling them to move forward, complete pawns, complete puppets.”

Given enough time, even the most powerful and emotional Necromancer in space would eventually become like this. Nothing can truly withstand the test of time, except for new life.

"Ah."

Euricane sneered. It didn't care at all whether the Death-Fearers were finished or not. Even if the Death-Fearers perished, it would be the right course of fate—while Euricane was the defender of fate and time.

"I naively thought you just wanted to help your human ally?"

"This is indeed my reason for sending troops—of course, this is just the first spark that ignites the firewood. In the face of the raging wildfire, you and I both know who piled up all this firewood across the mountains."

Tarachin swaggered forward, arms outstretched, and walked step by step toward Orikan. The shattered light of the starry sky, against its silhouette, outlined a cold, metallic gleam.

“I know we need to rely on the power of the Human Empire, and I know we are sending troops with the help of the Human Empire, but I want to settle things with them. The courage to take the first step came from the Human Empire, but now I want to point my finger at the Silent King and curse him.”

The war between the Silent King and the Storm King was also unsatisfactory. In this battle, Talasi did not see any trace of the former glory of the Dead; he only saw two half-dead madmen pulling at each other.

"so?"

Orikan asked lazily,

"I think... before the war, our great hero Tarasim still wanted to save the Fearful Ones? But now you've given up?"

The light in Tarachin's eyes was dim and hard to discern.

“No… I will let the dead who should sleep truly rest, but I think there is still a slight possibility for our race, the fearful of the dead.”

"what do you mean?"

Orikan coldly watched the Endless One, seeing it extend its hand, and a holographic projection floated between Talassin's fingers—

That was the remnant of an ancient saint—an ember from the battle between Hades and Slaanesh.

“I heard… while we were busy with the civil war among the dead, another human empire on the Fateline arrived? And I heard it was highly adapted to Chaos.”

Tarasin lowered his voice,

"I can't gather the remnants of the ancient saints in this fate line, but that doesn't mean the other fate line won't give me a chance—Slaanesh in that fate line still exists, right?"

"..."

Orikan knew that Tarachin, that idiot, was fantasizing about things that were impossible again, but it just stared at him and said coldly,

"Perhaps—but only if your human allies re-enter the fray, as the battle lines can't hold for much longer."

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[ah,]

On the warship's deck, [Angron] suddenly spoke, causing the shrike [Korax] beside him to flinch.

I can't wait any longer.

[Angron] laughed heartily, which made all the ornaments on his body vibrate and bite deeply into his flesh.

[You can't be too outrageous...]

[Korax] shrank back, recalling [Killiman's] expression.

[I have already been warned.]

[He was just playing around with you a little, Corax, relax~ or I can help you out, it'll be quick.]

[Angron] blinked, and [Corax] instinctively took a step back.

[I swear it won't be more than six minutes. By the time Killieman gets here, we'll be done, and the deck won't be too dirty.]

Getting Guilliman's deck or carpet dirty is definitely in the top five most likely things to annoy him.

Never get the bright blue blanket from Mackurag dirty, wrinkled, or damaged.

Corax hissed. He sensed no malice from Angron, which made things difficult. Corax recalled Conrad's socialization lessons to him.