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

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Perhaps because he felt guilty, Orichen hesitated this time.

"What we need now is for Storm King and Silent King to clash! Those two old schemers—have the guts to fight head-on instead of playing political games here!"

Tarasin trembled with anger. In fact, the two space necromancer emperors were still wary of the human empire, otherwise they wouldn't have acted this way.

Because these two fearful beings knew that no matter how much conflict they had, their primary target would always be other races.

"Whatever—whatever—I'll take care of things this time!"

"Tarasin shouted."

No one else could accomplish this except it; further away, Tarachin's human friends were engaged in fierce battle—

All because of Storm King's sudden sneak attack.

Hades had to reveal himself prematurely.

Yay, it's gone!

The line marked with an asterisk (*) is a direct quote from Storm King in the novel "Exorcist's Domain".

Chapter 792 Professional Star-Slaying Warrior

To be fair, Hades had experienced countless wars, battles, and fights.

From picking up a scythe as a child, to holding an obituary and facing the Primarch, to wielding a silver scythe and raging against Chaos—

But there has never been a battle that has displeased him.

Thunder rumbled.

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[Oglin—Oglin!!! Run! What are you doing here?!]

The crimson king shrieked, his single eye gleaming with a brilliant light. One bolt of lightning after another was drawn down by his bare arm, piercing the earth and splashing into countless enemy soldiers.

"...Guess why?!"

Hades roared, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a surging beam of light descending from the planet's orbit, heading straight for him!

There's no escaping it! We have no choice but to accept it!

Hades looked up, his pupils suddenly shrinking, the blinding white light almost turning his entire body pure white. Before anyone could react, seven silver dragons suddenly leaped up from Hades' body and rushed straight towards the laser beam!

A glimpse of divine punishment opened up the world!

Two violent energies collided, and a storm instantly rose at the point of impact, violently overturning nearby troops.

A tiny sun rises from the broken crust of this planet.

The entire planet is slowly cracking open again, the crust is being torn apart by immense force, spewing out hot, molten lava from underground.

The earth trembled, and countless people, before they could even stand firm, screamed as they fell into the crevice and vanished without a trace in an instant.

The space undead were still marching, their hideous faces illuminated by the flames and the green light above the sky, turning them into vivid red and green hues.

The heat rising from the earth's crust collided with the cold air that had been torn apart by the atmosphere and peered down from the void, eerily causing frost to condense on the upper bodies of the undead, while their lower bodies burned in flames.

But the human empire was not so lucky; those who were freed from the Primarch's psionic protection were directly destroyed by the two extreme temperatures and died painfully.

Magnus was still roaring, and the phantom of the Crimson King had expanded several times over. From a distance, his half-body, which seemed both real and illusory, was even comparable to that of a Titan. The giant glared angrily with one eye, and his two horns pointed high towards the sky.

Visible waves of warp rippled outwards from the Primarch, surging and washing over every Grey Knight around him. The chanting, arranged in formation, rose once more, drawing power from the warp!

【%…￥@*&￥！】

Incantations unknown to mortals poured forth from the Primarch's mouth. Magnus swung his staff sharply, and the next moment, the largest Seraphim in the enemy ranks struggled and collapsed.

The bright white light that parted his crimson face gradually dimmed. The Primarch anxiously wanted to turn his head to look at the situation in Hades' war zone, but instinct made his neck twitch as he wanted to pull back and avoid that area.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat now!"

Hades' roar was deafening. Fortunately, his armor was originally black, otherwise everyone would have seen the charred marks left by the explosion. Hades, panting, rose again from a huge crater in the earth's crust.

...More than ten squads of Seraphim and countless massive Netherworld constructs were eyeing the enemy's boundless undead army with predatory intent. With just one glance, Hades recognized the patriarchs of at least three great dynasties.

Not to mention the sneak shot that Storm King just fired from above the starry sky!

Hades gritted his teeth, feeling the cold liquid overflowing from his mouth. What he was bleeding from now was not blood, but living metal.

"The Storm King was just about to wipe out half of the human empire—guess who stopped him?!"

Hades roared again, "This is the battlefield of Saint Gilles and Magnus. The archangels are fighting on another distant part of the planetary fragments, while the situation here at Magnus's place is even more perilous—"

Because Storm King was aiming at Magnus, who was completely unaware.

If the attack comes to a head, then both Magnus's and Saint Gilles's armies can withdraw from the battlefield ahead of schedule.

Hades saw the crimson god attacking him, its raging crimson swirling around the fragments of the star god, then transforming into a chilling power.

Hades had no time to deal with them; he reached for his waist and released the Void Dragon and the Burner fragments that had been imprisoned for days.

The silver-white metal god, with its horns folded together and its hands outstretched, hovered among countless silver-white droplets; the blazing energy body shrieked, and the god, rising from the raging flames, bowed and gasped for breath.

The black collars around their necks were clearly visible, with swaying chains extending from them, disappearing into the void, and reappearing in Hades' hands.

"Get to work!"

Hades roared. The two fragments of the star god, who had been imprisoned by Hades day and night and whose energy was constantly being drained by him, were already shrouded in a massive amount of negative emotions and were extremely irritable.

The chains around their necks rattled, and the next moment, two fragments lunged at the Crimson God released by the Necromancers of Space!

The immense energies collided, the fire lotus bloomed, and accompanied by the crimson lightning that struck down from the sky, the Crimson God roared in pain, and the space and its physical form around it began to distort.

Hades casually slung the black chain around his waist, and reached out with his other hand toward the towering Hades constructs that loomed high above the continent. The scarlet death eyes of those constructs also stared at Hades.

But in the next instant, Hades suddenly withdrew his hand.

No!

Hades realized this with rage: the Star God's Lightning couldn't inflict more effective damage on those towering Netherworld constructs, as if they had some kind of special damage reduction, and the Necromancers of Space wouldn't react at all to the Nightbringers' fear!

Other, even more ominous premonitions rose in Pluto's chest; even the planet gods have premonitions about the future—a retreat is necessary!

He had to resort to even more brutal methods. Behind the enemy lines, the earth's tectonic plates cracked due to Hades' will, and mountain-like rocks rose up, accelerating once again as they crashed into the creations of the undead in space!

But the next moment, two more fragments of the Star God were released by the Tesok Dynasty, accompanied by agonizing screams that pierced people's eardrums.

Hades' hand, which was controlling the fragments of the earth, trembled, and some rocks fell suddenly before they even reached their destination.

They are the world-reshaping god Gorani and the countless Ishtar.

The World Reshaper has a higher authority to shape the world than Hades, so Hades' authority had to be suppressed. A displeased expression appeared on Hades' pale face. For the first time, he felt the suppression from his "kin".

As Hades thought, countless black wisps surged forth from his body, and a part resembling the Nightbringers appeared around him, the scythe snaking, revealing a sliver of silver light that chilled countless star gods to the bone.

"……monster."

The world-reshaping being, Golania, gazed at the being before it.

The relatively peaceful god among the stars now showed pain and sorrow. A circular, forest-green color and sincerity intertwined around it, and circles and rings overlapped, growing in mid-air into a four-armed, hooded half-body. The World Reshaper had no face, and its hands stretched downwards, with some half-circles submerged in the ground. Hades felt that the surface of the violently shattering planet was beginning to heal.

"I can't imagine that when I open my eyes I will see a monster born specifically from the [Devouring] Star God."

The World Reshaper, Golania, spoke, along with the Countless Ones and Hades. The three of them were clearly more complete than the rest of the Star God fragments on the battlefield. They gazed at each other as if their battlefield belonged to a higher dimension.

“I’m reminding you, Golania, I think you know why you were released.”

At the feet of a colossal Seraph, the Necromancer of Space spoke, and the Hyperdimensional Cube cage in its hand twitched as a result. Hades saw the face of the World Reshaper contort in agony for a moment.

Then, Hades felt that authority had overtaken him, and he suddenly felt uneasy. Hades turned to the side and saw the cracked earth and floating rocks behind his army.

Countless mortals were pulled by the immense force, struggling to be carried high into the sky, and then visibly falling down, like ants in a storm.

Hades took a deep breath, and silver-green lightning immediately rolled and climbed up the rocks behind him, cracks appeared, and the mountains shattered into thousands of pieces.

"Run... Magnus... quickly take your army and get out of here!"

Hades's voice reached the Red King's ears, and the Primarch cried out, already making a desperate retreat—this battlefield wasn't just inhabited by the Star Gods—didn't Hades see the Gaussian rays flying everywhere?!

Then withdraw some of your power!

Magnus roared, and a storm of psionic energy erupted almost simultaneously with his words. No Primarch could manipulate psionic energy as effortlessly as Magnus—but that was only if Hades wasn't here!

God knows how amazing it was that Magnus could still use psionic energy in a place with at least five or six fragments of the Star God present at the same time!

Magnus has already contacted Saint Gilles on another front; the situation on the archangel's side is also not optimistic.

They had agreed that the main forces of the Astronauts and Mechanicus would retreat first, and then the remaining Space Marines and Titan Knights would continue to support Hades.

"You are joking!"

Hades roared, "Withdrawing your power now is suicide!" His dark pupils reflected at least seven or eight hyperdimensional cube cages that were staring at him menacingly. If he showed the slightest weakness, the space necromancers would throw their hyperdimensional cube cages at him as if they were free!

Magnus shrank back, "Alright, alright! We still have to look to the great Magnus—"

The Primarch steeled himself, forcibly distancing his spiritual vision from Hades, and then began psionic teleportation.

Hades, however, had no time to attend to Magnus. The moment they saw Hades, countless Ishtar pounced on him like mad dogs.

It is composed of irregular circular blocks, laughing menacingly. It is condemned by the Silent King as the most unforgivable star god. Countless white eyes appear from around Hades, all looking at Hades and spewing curses of plague.

"Little tricks!"

Hades roared, and complete darkness enveloped him, transforming him into an even more emaciated being. Ethereal arcs of electricity flashed across the black silk of the Night Bearer, and the various fragments of the Star Gods he had devoured were better merging into one within Hades' body.

The part of the Star God was roaring furiously, and countless hostile "kin" had awakened the previously dormant part. Hunger, Hades felt hungry.

Hades is perpetually hungry.

Within the space surrounded by countless idiots, the space suddenly flickered for a moment!

The next moment, the laughter of Ishtar, who was grinning and spreading despair to the human army, suddenly stopped.

It looked in front of it in disbelief, only to see a long scythe piercing through its chest.

A savage, scarlet monocular stared at it from within the swirling black mist, with the gaze characteristic of a hunter.

"Embrace—Embrace the Night!!!"

Painful screams and shrill cries erupted as immense energy surged through Hades, violently shoving the amorphous black mist of the Night Bearers into the distance.

But the long scythe that had pierced through countless Ishtar remained steadfast, greedily absorbing energy without wavering.

The Countless Ishtar was released, and the Countless Ishtar was instantly defeated. There's nothing more to say.

It's now!

The next moment, amidst the storm of shattered Star God fragments, countless hyperdimensional cages rushed toward Hades from all directions!

Painful, piercing screams, carrying a chilling quality that seemed to pierce the very mind of any living being, erupted from within the spindle-shaped, ghostly structure.

All the Star God fragments present trembled for a moment, and some space undead even collapsed to the ground immediately. The resurrection protocol that was being transmitted at this moment would be lost forever and could not be completed. Even the Gaussian rays were affected, fluctuating and deflecting in space.

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"Out of control."

The Silent King sat calmly on his throne, though he still harbored anger towards the Storm King.

"The complete Star Gods I faced back then... what are you, little brat?"

Once Hades appears, everything will fall into place naturally; the Silent King's only target is Hades.

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Amidst the deafening screams that filled the sky, Magnus felt himself about to faint.

He didn't expect the greatest damage to come from friendly fire. It should be noted that he is not Mortalian and does not have Mortalian's resistance to the Dark Realm.

Even so, the great Crimson King continued to hold on with his unwavering devotion to psychic energy. Despite his dizziness and disorientation, he diligently maintained the portal.

The protective psychic circle, centered on Magnus, powerfully yet shakily shielded his offspring. The Crimson King received news from Saint Gilles that the archangels were also unable to hold out, and the retreat was nearing its end.

The Primarch wanted to look at where Hades was, but the thought made him want to vomit. This was Hades' curse on those with spirits. The Crimson King was anxious, but his psionic abilities made his attempt to help only make things worse.

Suddenly, Magnus had a thought.

He sensed something, and sure enough, the Primarch turned around and saw the Forging General who had come to volunteer.

Without any hesitation, the Primarch decisively opened a breach in the psionic defenses, and the Titans and Knights sent by the Mechanicus stepped forward, their engines roaring.

The giants began their charge.

Hades, who was breaking free of his restraints, seemed to see them as well. Metal and lightning descended as a blessing. The Titans seemed to ignore the rays coming from the enemy. They charged straight into the enemy ranks, trying to disrupt the Emperors who held the hyperdimensional cages.