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

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"Almost entirely yes."

Then there's no need for me to go back... I should stay on the battlefield, not sit at his desk like Guilliman.

Hades licked his lips, feeling a dryness in his throat. He sensed a massive ripple in the southwest of the Eye of Silence; the Storm King's forces were entering the arena.

“In fact, Robert Killieman was planning to discuss this with you. Conrad and Anglon’s two lines are struggling right now—that’s why Killieman wants to be on the front lines in person.”

"But before that, he wanted to readjust the front lines to prevent the Primarchs from becoming too far apart."

【…】

Give me one more hour.

Mortarian said calmly, looking up at the vast sky where smoke shrouded the entire desert, where a formation resembling seraphim reappeared.

Several sharp, giant feet pierced the earth, humming and trembling under the starry sky.

That wouldn't be a Seraph, but some kind of device that hasn't yet been named by the human empire. To date, the undead have deployed at least dozens of unnamed technologies.

Before encountering humans, these devices lay dormant in the treasury of the Silent King.

Let me resurrect these people first...

"OK."

But five minutes later... a strange phenomenon occurred.

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"Unheard of."

"Storm King Imotek said hoarsely as it stepped down from its throne and descended the steps, the clear metallic sound of its footsteps echoing throughout the hall of its flagship.

The towering space necromancer raised the Destroyer's Staff in its hand, and a storm of destruction and unification brewed in the light at the top of the staff, casting a cold and merciless light on Imotek's face.

"It, the King of Silence."

The Storm King spoke softly, looking up at the dome whose ceiling had already been opened. He gazed into the Eye of Silence and saw the chaotic constellations.

"That cowardly and hypocritical charlatan... actually used the very technique he once condemned?"

A shimmering cloak woven from living metal fragments and the body of a star god swayed behind the Storm King.

The truly cruel and warlike lord strolled on the scarlet carpet, with the Milky Way shining through the transparent skylight, illuminating him like a seven-colored glass.

Astrologer Orikan knelt outside the red carpet, completely shrouded in shadow, his entire body dull and lifeless.

"You only get one chance."

"Eurican said in a low, hoarse voice, like a venomous snake slowly climbing the apple tree branch," Euricane said.

"The Silent King is still wavering; he has opened up the application of moral treaties to war, but not fully; he uses them, but does not promulgate treaties with true legal effect—"

Because it considers its actions to be dishonest.

"A person who doubts their own actions*."

The Storm King sighed softly, and a hissing sound of electricity emanated from its throat.

"Dwelling on the past, viewing our past weaknesses as symbols of our souls..."

It hesitated to issue commands, but the whip that lashed us never stopped, even after it destroyed the master control protocol.

Storm King chuckled.

"It's just a joke to comfort itself."

In the past few months, the Silent King, who was confronting the Storm King in the Extreme Starfield, showed no sign of relinquishing his power.

It hides behind its throne, pitifully struggling to maintain its power so that the fearful dead won't discover that the one sitting on the throne is a complete coward.

"Would I kneel before such a king? No, I would not."

"It should kneel before me."

Storm King spoke calmly, as if it were already a fact. A glint flashed in Euryk's eyes. The Astrologer was secretly pleased, but did not show it on his face.

Euricane's head sank even lower; bowing to these madmen made it feel very uncomfortable.

But then Orikan comforted himself that this was the secondary form that Tarasin usually used, which was equivalent to Tarasin kneeling, not it.

"If you are willing to strike the bell and raise an army to conquer the stars... then the astrologer Eurycan will surely lend you a hand."

The Storm King suddenly turned his head and tilted his head to look at Orikan.

“I vaguely remember you not being such a death-fearer… Eurican, tell me, what did you see?”

……

Euricane remained silent for a moment, his outward appearance unchanged, then spoke in a deep voice, in his most jealous tone.

“I saw the Silent King spare Tarasin, and then Tarasin betrayed the Silent King and became the new leader of the Fear of Death… I absolutely cannot accept Tarasin taking the position.”

That is indeed the case.

The Storm King withdrew his probing gaze, thoughtfully realizing that Orikan's words were true; Imotek had assumed the final victor would be decided between him and Szalak.

Unexpectedly, a clown named Tarasin suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"It's just opportunism."

"Storm King spoke softly, raising his hand and reaching towards the distant starry sky, clenching his fist as if a tiny chess piece were between his fingers."

"But the final battlefield will still be our confrontation with Szalak..."

Since the Silent King is unwilling to relinquish its hypocrisy, then I will help it recognize the truth of this galaxy, so that it will focus on the great war against the dead, instead of playing house with the galactic apes.

"It will eventually agree that I am right."

? !

Orikan abruptly raised his head, realizing something was wrong, but the Storm King had already given him no chance to speak.

The Storm King's cloak billowed as it passed the kneeling astrologer, and it walked away, its crisp footsteps sounding like a gun aimed at the Empire, striking a spark plug.

Euricane was left in the shadows, and the Star Lord, with his head bowed, realized that fate had not been altered... so it was inevitable, and there was no need to interfere.

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The Silent Eye

[Day 34, 04:56 of the campaign]

【Sector 032-α】

silence.

In the silent sea of ​​stars, only the flickering flames from the engines behind and beside the ship caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

The fully loaded cruise ship is sailing through the sea of ​​stars. Its scarlet and silver paint indicates that it is a ship under the jurisdiction of the Mechanicus. Alongside the giant ship, countless miniature giant ships are trailing behind it like schools of fish.

Inside the protective perimeter of the fleet, a mottled mix of colors—Imperial Navy, traveling merchants, Space Marines…

Countless barges of all shapes and sizes sailed under scarlet flags, while the three-headed dog on the bow of the giant ship coldly watched them.

Clearly, this was a fleet of Imperial supply ships, their destination the front lines where fierce fighting was taking place.

Unbeknownst to this fleet sailing silently, an even more ancient being was watching them.

The gaze held no malice; it reached out as if merely sweeping away the lifeless corpses of insects on the table.

In that instant, the Emperor of the Empire's hand, which was signing military orders, was still writing the third letter; the Lord of Red Sand roared and swung his battle axe into the distance; the Mechanical Sage shouted and rushed towards the Necromancer Overlord of Space; another Astral Army soldier was hit by a stray bullet and fell backward with his mouth wide open.

In that instant, the Necromancer who had struck the Astronauts remained in his gun-holding stance, expressionless; the Necromancer Technician was adjusting the monolith damaged by the Titans; the Emperor was roaring, his shield field glowing around him, but the giant axe was already swirling down.

The Silent King sat calmly on his throne, watching the established chess game unfold.

Then—the Silent King frowned, and before it could straighten up and say anything—the three saints beside its throne remained in their previous positions.

"Storm King?!?"

The word it knew was roared from the mouth of the Silent King, and at the same time, a small sector of stars was completely wiped out.

Literally, the mass and energy within it completely disappeared, the galaxy remained silent, and only a flat, dim ship smoothly glided across the sky above that galaxy, its cannon muzzles still slightly hot.

There's nothing there now, completely gone, devoid of any existence—no supplies, ships, crew? No, everything that existed has vanished, directly erased. Nothing could be more efficient.

Storm King smiled.

"You can't do that?!"

The Silent King roared and slammed his fist into the armrest of his throne. This meant the treaty was broken, and that the Storm King would use other, even more insane devices—

It also means open provocation.

Erasing all mass and energy from a space is a complete violation of the Laws of the Dead. If all overlords were to use this ability at will, the truly useful and usable mass within the galaxy would rapidly decrease.

Moreover, this means even more: if two dynasties go to war, there will be no need for a fair duel; it will simply come down to whoever first plants a device near the other's territory.

The truly capable, death-fearing individuals will not be selected; instead, war will become a tool for the pioneers and the despicable to profit.

Therefore, this is strictly prohibited, just like the Space Death Mark. Unless the perpetrator is extremely wicked or an enemy they despise, the Space Necromancer will never use this forbidden method.

The Silent King had already stood up and was standing beside the throne. The two saints stared at the Silent King in horror, whose anger was burning fiercely.

The Storm King is defying the Silent King in his own way; he is defying the law.

The Silent King's gaze swept across the star map, but then it suddenly felt like laughing. It saw behind the attacked humans...

Countless voids appeared behind the solid back of humanity, like cheese that had been dried out for too long.

The Storm King carefully avoided the Silent King's army, provoking him in an unconventional way, deliberately pushing the Silent King's patience to its limits, and openly enjoying the Silent King's rage.

Countless intense signals flowed and impacted from the very core of Szalak's mind, and the Silent King felt an overwhelming rage, so rage that he almost trembled.

But its eyes remained fixed on the star map.

Reason is telling it that it cannot deal with both the human empire and the Storm King at the same time.

Perhaps Storm King underestimated the human empire, or perhaps Storm King anticipated that the human empire would attack Silent King first, and therefore it took such a provocative approach.

But only the Silent King knew the horror of the human empire.

The war has been going on for over a month. Apart from the front line, the position called "Pale Lord," the troops on the other positions have changed wave after wave.

Some armies were even wiped out, but in an instant, new soldiers would step over the heels of the dead and rush to the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Imperials seemed endless, and under the Primarch's radiance, they did not even suffer from rout due to the extremely high mortality rate, which was unbelievable.

Even those who fear death only shed their weakness and defeat after transforming into space spirits.

In contrast to the human empire, the dynasties sent by Szalak changed one after another—

To date, at least ten great dynasties have been utterly crushed on the front lines against the human empires.

The Pale King destroyed at least three great dynasties.

Countless small dynasties were completely destroyed, and countless tomb worlds were emptied out, leaving not even a trace of a Netherworld Scarab, because Szalak ordered them all to be mobilized.

But the problem is-

But the problem is-

The problem is that space necromancers do not have the ability to be "reborn" after they are completely "destroyed".

What is lost will be lost forever. The fall of each dynasty represents the complete loss of a civilization and a reduction in the army under the Silent King.

The Silent King was confident that it could destroy the human empire; it only needed a little thought… It was certain that even after destroying the empire, it would still be able to fight the Storm King.

It can even guide the human empire to attack Storm King.

But first…

The Silent King took a deep breath, suppressing its anger, and looked at the star map.

It cannot engage in a direct confrontation with Storm King now; being attacked from both sides would be extremely disadvantageous.

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"Didn't you say you were going to call Storm King over to help?!"

Tarasin swung his fist directly at Orikan's face, making a crisp clang!

"The course of fate was the right one—time will prove me right!"

"That's right, your mom!"

Taracin threw another punch, now enhanced by Hades, knocking down Orikan with three blows, then mounted him and beat Orikan mercilessly.