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

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Raise your spear, thrust it down, raise your spear again—all you can do is fight!

As the battle dragged on, Sanguis became increasingly aware that this was a test for the Primarchs, Space Marines, and Knight Titans.

The Astrail Forces and the Cult of Mechanics can be replenished at any time, but they can only deal with low to mid-level combat forces on the battlefield. Immortals and higher-level units can currently only be handled by Space Marines.

The larger Netherworld constructs, however, must be handled by the Primarch or the Knight Titans themselves.

The only good news might be that, before this, Guilliman and Hades had amassed a considerable number of Titans and Knights.

At the same time, Saint-Gilles will certainly not fall in the short term.

The archangel exhaled a breath of foul air tinged with blood, and his white wings, which had just been pierced, healed once again. His brows furrowed tightly.

On the battlefield, where corpses piled up to a thickness of two meters, some Holy Blood Angels, led by the Flesh-Tearer Amit, had begun to try to devour the flesh of their own kind to replenish their strength.

Perhaps they understood one thing better than Saint Gilles… this would be an unpredictable war of attrition.

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[Seven days later]

Kriegmed had lost count of how many times he had died.

He felt somewhat numb, and although some new faces told him that it was obviously the seventh day of the war, Krieg felt as if he had been fighting for three months.

This is different from ordinary wars. In some battlefields where the stalemate has lasted for a long time, even if the intensity of the war is high, at some point, both sides will reach a consensus and stop fighting for a moment.

But now, on this battlefield, bullets have been flying non-stop for seven days.

The necromancers of space never sleep.

Thanks to the stimulants Mead got from the medic, otherwise he would never have made it this far.

However, to be fair, Krieg didn't actually survive; he was simply resurrected, resurrected, and then resurrected again.

He turned his broken hand back over and stuffed his internal organs back in; Krieg was now familiar with the feel of his stomach.

On several occasions, he even had the opportunity to accompany the Pale Lord, Lord Mortarion, who always looked tired and weary.

But he continued to fight, pulling Krieg back from the brink of death time and time again.

but……

Krieg turned his head to the side, and unlike before, this time his colleague did not stand up with him.

The space necromancers he fought against changed batch after batch, and many space necromancers could never stand up again, but a new dynasty of fearless dead descended once more.

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"I've figured it out."

Hades strode toward Killieman with lifeless eyes. There, at the familiar desk, Killieman's usually neat blond hair was now a mess, extremely disheveled.

One-third of Guilliman's Ultramarines have gone to support the front lines in Dorn, while another third have been scattered to the Angron and Sangilis sides.

Fernus went to support Vulcan, while Magnus went to the front lines of Corax and Conrad.

All of Tarasin's forces were thrown into the naval battle along with the Imperial Navy. Thanks to the routes they had laid out beforehand, the navy that came from Terra was able to reach the battlefield as quickly as possible.

The only good news is that, so far, the battle lines have not retreated; in fact, the battle lines on Mortalian's side have even moved forward by three planets.

Death is truly fighting with his life on the line this time—although everyone else is too.

Guilliman looked up and saw the weariness in both Hades' and his eyes.

Hades wasn't constantly calculating the Silent King's key; he needed to provide computational support to an entire star system of the Mechanicus, along with necessary firewall protection.

[Next...]

Guilliman wanted to ask what to do next, but as the ruler of the empire, he couldn't ask such a question.

The Storm King's army is approaching; hopefully, it will choose to fight the Silent King first—otherwise, our situation will worsen.

Hades took a deep breath.

"Tarasin has collected quite a few Star God fragments for me, in case the situation becomes really dire..."

Hades made a neck-slitting gesture.

"Behead him, behead the Silent King."

With Hades at his peak and the paralysis code at his disposal, Hades was confident that he could single-handedly kill the Silent King.

Guilliman looked at Hades, his azure eyes flashing with uncertainty. This seemed to be a last resort; the out-of-control Hades was not a good option.

Meanwhile... Guilliman felt a little uneasy. From reports from various front lines, the Silent King seemed quite adept at controlling the Star Gods.

After all, it was the Silent King who led the Space Necromancers to shatter all the Star Gods back then. Even though most of the Space Necromancers "died," and even though most of their technology was unusable,

But the Silent King is still the Silent King; it has not forgotten any of those old days.

Let's try to continue with direct combat for now.

After a moment's thought, Guilliman said that although the front lines had suffered heavy losses, the Empire's substantial resources could sustain such a war for at least two months.

However... this is contingent on the first batch of Primarchs and Titans holding out.

The Primarchs who provide warp support to the Imperial forces must hold on.

Guilliman was about to say something, but the next moment, he and Hades looked sharply at a corner of the room, where a space had been torn open.

Makado slowly stepped out from inside, while the old man from Terra looked at the two people in the room with disdain.

[Macado? What happened to Terra?]

The rear cannot be lost either. According to the plan, the Emperor and Macado will be stationed in Terra.

"The celestial signs are unfavorable—you can't defeat them."

Macado spoke in a hoarse voice, his eyes shining brightly beneath his hood.

"The Lord of Mankind told me to tell you that he wants me to bring the Outer Star Gods here, along with the Tyranids."

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"??!"

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 790 [232] The Strongest Human Idea King

The outermost one.

The only intact Star God survivor after the War of Heaven, a pitiful god deceived by the Laughing God, a madman who innocently devoured several of his own kind, a man who exiled himself from the galaxy due to a guilty conscience, and the culprit who caused the Tyranids to change their route into the galaxy.

Aside from the Silent King and a handful of others in this galaxy, very few people knew of the existence of the Outer Ones.

Including Robert Killieman.

But Hades, who possessed the omniscient ability, knew.

"and many more?"

Hades looked at Macado in disbelief. The old man still had a half-dead expression, as if he was rolling his eyes at Hades and Guilliman.

"The Outer One—is that the Star God I understand?"

“Soulless Oglin, I don’t think you’ve lost your mind because of official documents.”

"But—but—"

Hades raised the volume.

"If the outer beings arrive, what will happen next? That's an entire Star God! The Space Necromancers are no longer what they used to be. Does Neos think the Silent King is now capable of dealing with an entire complete Star God?"

"Or does he believe we have a fighting chance against a complete Star God?"

Because he was an incomplete Star God, Hades was well aware of the difference between a complete Star God and a fragment of a Star God.

This is not just a difference in power or ability; a complete Star God means a true change of the rules, an existence completely transcending dimensions, the true master of the physical galaxy.

Hades didn't believe that any race among them could currently contend with a complete Star God.

Perhaps the Silent King, in conjunction with all the remaining space undead, could accomplish this, but now the Storm King is clearly preparing to jump ship.

Now, the Chaos, which has declined to the point of being silent, is clearly no match for a complete Star God.

The Outer One was not an unknown Star God before; its power was strong enough to place it among the top three in the Star God combat power ranking.

"Are you surprised?"

Makado asked in a deliberately rhetorical tone,

"Is this the first time Neos has done something like this, Hades?"

Guilliman took a deep breath, and the Emperor of the Empire raised his hand.

But this is not a reason for him to act recklessly again. I do not want to introduce any more unstable entities into the battlefield, and I do not want to see the number of humans killed by the space necromancers be less than those killed by the outer beings.

Macardo raised an eyebrow, and Hades suddenly sensed something was wrong; he had a premonition that Macardo was about to say something very harsh.

Hades honed this precognitive ability through his interactions with Karas.

“Robert Killieman, there’s something I need to make you aware of.”

Macardo's hands were gripping the scepter; he removed his hood.

"Now is the time for you to take charge of the empire; the Lord of Humanity should not have intervened—"

Nobody wants him to use that genius loan sharking mind of his again, the kind that wants to drag everything down and blow things up, and neither do I.

Did Neos think it would be an easy task for Macardo to lure the outsiders over? Did he think Macardo would be willing to do it?

Unfortunately, only Makado can do it, because of his previous connection with the Elven race and the Laughing God, Makado can imitate Higgoch—

That's the same Spirit God who used his magic to drive the outsiders mad back then.

"But it is clear that the Empire cannot win in the current situation."

From his deeply sunken eye sockets, Makado shot a piercing gaze at Hades.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about self-destructing again—your head is exactly like Neos’s, Eugrim. The Necromancers are different from other races, at least from Chaos. Strictly speaking, they are the ones who control you, not the other way around.”

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Guilliman took a deep breath. Macado's words had clearly annoyed him. The King and the Marked Ones had a history of conflict and still disliked each other.

But what happens after they're lured here?

Guilliman's deep blue eyes were fixed on Macado, as if hoping to see a Neos behind the cane-wielding Macado.

"What will happen after we bring them here, my—" Guilliman took a deep breath. "Has my father considered this?"

Makado gave a cold laugh, as if mocking him.

"In this regard, I need to thank you, Guilliman and Hades. At least you taught that bastard Neos how to explain things. This time, he finally didn't spout nonsense like 'for the Empire' or 'everything is going according to plan.'"

"The endgame is simple,"

Macado spread his hands.

“If no force on this battlefield can rival the Outer Ones, then the Outer Ones will destroy everything here—including most of the Misty Starfield, and then the Empire outside the Misty Starfield will be safe.”

Macado smiled, wrinkles piling up around his eyes and cheeks, making him look like the kind of scheming capitalist from Ancient Terra.

"At least we all know that by then, more than 80 percent of the sane Necromancers will be here, along with as many Terrans as possible."

"And a complete Star God will also greatly weaken the power of Chaos."

At that time, the mission of the Imperial army will be to pin these forces firmly to the Eye of Silence until they are all annihilated—and thus the human empire will survive.

Even if it means losing most of a star system's territory, as well as countless armies and leaders, the pain is still bearable for a human empire of this size.

"He means..."

Hades concluded,

"One for one, then give up the Misty Starfield in exchange for a stable environment where the Empire will have no enemies for a long time to come?"

Indeed, the Necromancers, Tyrannosaurus, and Chaos can be considered the last threat to the Empire.

"But there's another timeline, what about Tzeentch???"

"He didn't find the Chaos."

Makado rolled his eyes; Hades and Guilliman in front of him were practically bewildered.