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

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Macardo appeared in a formal suit, with a fist-sized gem set in his waist-length scepter. Large green plate rings, large red diamond rings, and various other rings were intertwined on his ten fingers, and a deep, sparkling watch was hidden in the sleeve of his suit.

His expression remained that of someone who wished he could jump off a building at any moment.

Macado still looks like an old man, perhaps a little younger, but he's still not as tall as the Emperor, maybe only reaching the Emperor's chest.

Without any hesitation, Neos placed one hand on Macado's shoulder, his fingers casually tapping Macado's shoulder, his long, pointed gold and red manicure lingering under the light.

"What? Isn't tonight a costume party?"

"You, you—you're cheating! You weasel!"

Hades let out a roar. As the only one who resisted the psionic attack, Hades finally recovered from the physical injury. This roar completely shattered the silence of the Primarchs.

Saint Gilles, who was playing another game with Guilliman and his friends at another table, was the first to react. The archangel's face turned visibly dark. He stretched out his foot from under the table and stomped on Horus's foot, who was drooling with his mouth wide open.

【！？！！】

The crushing pain finally woke Horus. Horus coughed a few times and turned his head away, but his gaze lingered on Neos, as if he was already thinking of words of praise.

Then Killieman realized that, unlike the other Primarchs, having a mother gave Robert Killieman a significant advantage.

Unlike the other Primarchs who interpreted it with other meanings, Guilliman simply lowered his head, sighed helplessly, and shook his head.

Nonsense, utter nonsense. Guilliman could guess what Neos was up to this time.

Mortarion slowly stood up, and casually tugged at Hades's arm—the Primarch wouldn't admit that his pull had almost caused Hades to strain his back.

So, what's your theme, Neos?

Mortarion was the first to sound the charge. Death glared angrily at Neos, and with enough reason and hatred, Mortarion successfully broke free from the Empress's charm.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Nios laughed, and Mortarian finally saw a very familiar taste in that smile—the look of a scoundrel. This guy always had that scornful smile when he sold Sanguis, was preparing to run away, was playing games with Tzeentch, and was planning to harm his offspring. Even if the smile was on his red lips, even if it was hidden in his long hair, Mortarian would know even in death that this guy was up to no good.

"The sugar daddy and his mistress."

Neos is known for her outrageous remarks, and Makado, whom she uses as a background character for Miaomiao, looks like he wants to die.

Amidst the silence of the Primarchs, the gasps were particularly sharp, and everyone turned to look at Magnus.

Magnus's face turned even redder.

Wait! Hey! No! No! -- I thought it would be a purer love story.

Macado rolled his eyes. He tried to pry the Empress's hand off his shoulder, but couldn't.

"What do you think your own father hasn't done?"

Makado complained.

“Go play with your children—I won’t interfere with anything, but don’t mess with me or ruin my eyes, Neos.”

Happy Halloween! That's all!

Chapter 780 [222] The main storyline has begun.

"It's going to change."

The old space necromancer general, Zandrek, mumbled incoherently. He had been standing at his command post, directing the army and the scarabs forward.

But the war ended after the emperor of the dynasty they opposed was struck in the face by the Trinity Guard.

The old general's guard, Obi-Long, quickly knelt down to check on Zandrek's condition. Totarasin explained that the Shattered Star God Hades had performed some repairs on Zandrek, which had reduced the frequency of the old general's recurring attacks.

Even so, Zandreuk would still occasionally drift into the world it imagined.

"Are you alright, my Lord?"

Obi-Long asked cautiously, sensing that the Triune Guard, the arbiters of war, were looking in their direction.

Obi-Long was thus forced to release Zandrek. He bowed and sent a plea, indicating that there was a problem with the Trinity Guard—which would only take a little time.

A polite request and a conduct that follows the code of martial arts will be forgiven and permitted by the Trinity Guard. When Obi-Dragon saw that the Trinity Guard had withdrawn their gaze, it knew that its plea had worked. It quickly crouched down to check the condition of Zandrek's central nervous system.

Although Obi-Long and Talassin have developed a complicated and ambiguous relationship, at least on the surface, Obi-Long is loyal to Zandrek, and Zandrek's sword advances under the command of the Storm King.

The Storm King, however, yearns for restoration and dominance.

Its crowned generals are all waging war against other dynasties, eroding the resources of those without ambition, which is permitted within the Necromancer realm.

The only requirement is that these battles must conform to martial arts and morality. The Trisakani—these arbiters who roam the galaxy and demand that the Emperors and Overlords follow the rules of morality and martial arts—will watch over them to ensure they obey the law, or to punish them at the moment of breaking it.

Their enemies this time were also judged guilty by the Trinity Guard for failing to obey the law and using immoral weapons, thus losing the battle.

Zandreuk and his men won't need to do anything next; the Trinity Guard, heavy units with extremely high individual combat power, will handle the immoral Deathbringers on their own.

This is the space necromancer.

As Obi-Long bent down to examine the old general's function calls, it suddenly remembered the boastful and outrageous remarks Tarazin had made to it during a private meeting. Tarazin believed that the entire space necromancer race was hopeless—because the race was founded on the rule of a group of mad overlords.

Sometimes, Obi-Dragon would also rebelliously consider whether their actions were necessary. Even though there were no newborns, the nobles and overlords of the dynasties continued to stage their power struggles, day after day, year after year.

They feign intimacy as they drink and converse at the table, while the usurper, along with a few of the overlord's confidants, then—they go to such lengths—to poison the overlord's cup.

Poisoned.

That's absurd. Space necromancers can be poisoned?

Obiron thought, but even so, it had loyally smashed poisoned goblets in front of it several times for the old general Zandrek—it was a symbol.

The usurper needs to poison the overlord, who will then convulse after drinking the poisoned wine. Afterward, the usurper will behead the overlord in front of everyone—even though they could easily rip their own heads off and play with them.

Finally, the Trisakhand, who have been observing the farce with indifference, will declare the usurper victorious. It has successfully followed the law. Next, the usurper will announce its victory and rule to the entire dynasty's slaves and commoners (most of whom are not capable of self-thinking and are merely machines that act according to instructions) through the Emerald Holographic Projection.

Thus, the change of a dynasty was completed.

"nerve."

Obi-Long recalled Tara-Sin's assessment of this, how Tara-Sin angrily denounced the absurdity of such behavior, but which was a microcosm of countless resurgent dynasties throughout the galaxy—Tara-Sin completely failed to understand this behavior, even though it had once led its own vassals to do the same.

"They just want to prove they're still alive, just like you."

Obi-Long remembered saying that, and then it saw Tara-Sin suddenly pause, his fierce aura instantly dissipating, but then Tara-Sin continued his criticism.

“What do you know?! I’m creating—I’m trying to forge a new path instead of repeating myself on a Möbius strip!”

Well, Tarachin might have a point—which is why Obi-Long kept going to Tarachin's invitations, even though he told himself it was for the old general. Deep down, the ever-thinking guard seemed quite willing to listen to Tarachin's rebellious ideas.

"The weather is going to change."

The old general's chanting pulled Aubrey back to reality. It sensed something was amiss; the particle trajectories in the detector were somewhat disordered. Following the old general's gaze, Aubrey looked up and, in the cloudless sky, saw the radiant, silent eye—

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"What the hell?!!!"

Amidst the raging storm, the cries of the Thousand Sons Wizard who had betrayed him were torn apart and swept away. Inside the towering Black Market Obelisk, the gale nearly overturned and blew the Thousand Sons away. Kayan had no choice but to tightly grip the spine dagger in his hand, letting its sharp thorn pierce through his helmet.

A beam of light, immense, magnificent, almost sky-covering light, shot out from the spine dagger embedded in the black stone obelisk, carrying an unstoppable sharpness. The light screamed, slashing across Kayan's face like a ghost.

Shining! Shining! With the spine dagger as the focal point, the entire Cardia hummed like an energy-storing battery, a storm arose, and giant eyes gazed at the sky.

"What the hell?! —Ka-Yan?! Ka-Yan! Are you alright?!!"

Amidst the raging wind and torrential rain, Abaddon roared, shielding his face with his arms. The overwhelming psionic energy slammed into Abaddon almost solidly, forcing him to plant his feet firmly in the ground, yet he was still being blown straight backward by the storm.

In Abaddon's horrified eyes, he saw the black stone obelisk that was buzzing and glowing violently—damn it! This was even more shocking to him than the impact caused by the hound of the underworld ten thousand years ago.

A pillar of light rose up, golden and blue light bursting forth together, igniting the starry sky. Within the Eye of Silence, countless black stone obelisks that had been desolate for millennia began to resonate simultaneously.

"Kayan?! Kayan?!!!!"

Abaddon's shriek was as insignificant as a mosquito's buzz. In the distance from Abaddon's shriek, the kneeling skeleton rose into the sky with the storm. Further away, the Grey Phoenix, on its journey, let out a sharp, explosive cry.

Beside Fugen, Danteok immediately drew his gun, but neither of them knew what was happening. Instead, they saw a giant pillar of light rising from the distant continent.

The entire Eye of Silence flickered, flickered, and flickered again.

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"A god who is dead!"

The Silent King rarely uttered a curse. Standing among the guards who were kneeling before him, he gazed at the dazzling star map before him, on which he saw the gap that had been torn four times.

The rift in the subspace, torn open by the war between the Fearless Ones and the Old Ones, was later ripped apart again by the debauched Eldar. After that, the humans actually toyed with this space twice. The Silent King stared angrily at that small dot, on which countless obelisks forged by the Fearless Ones showed signs of decay.

It felt its thought engine shrieking, the fitting function conveying anger towards it; the Silent King was merciful—

It has always believed that humans are the creators of this galaxy, but that is not the reason why they wantonly manipulate the galaxy!

What enraged the Silent King even more was not just this; it trembled as it looked at the dynasties that had been completely plundered—Tara! Sin!

Tarasin!!!

The technological creations of the Fearful Dead allowed the Silent King to revisit the truth. The Great Ruler followed the clues of fate and climbed forward. His thoughts became blurred again due to anger and shock. The Silent King saw a creation so blasphemous that it needed to be destroyed immediately. Humanity had clearly crossed the Silent King's bottom line. It was a creation that could not be allowed to exist.

Creatures that are not allowed to exist at all.

And such a being exists... Tarachin actually made a pact with that creation, it actually—how dare it?!

Click click click.

A faint, metallic creaking sound emanated from the Silent King's tightly clenched fist. The noble Szalak, the last and greatest Silent King, its crimson eyes fixed intently on the glittering star map—

Staring at the flickering crack.

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Another Fate Line

【Eye of Fear/Cardia】

The towering black stone obelisks trembled, soaring into the sky. Within the Eye of Terror, millions of black stone obelisks simultaneously activated their maximum power, and the vast sea of ​​spiritual energy instantly swept into the galaxy.

Such a powerful psionic field was so intense that even ordinary souls could not maintain their stability under such an impact. Countless imperial slaves screamed, their souls aching as the sea of ​​psionic energy surged together.

Mortarion stood calmly in the very center of the psionic sea, his eyes lowered, his eyelashes trembling. Then, the First Rebel raised his eyes again and looked at the holographic projection in front of him.

There stood a holographic projection of Robert Guilliman, the cold-blooded ruler of the empire.

The flickering, swaying ghostly figure of Guilliman gave a fake smile.

As you wish, my brother, remember to work.

He stared at Mortalian with a half-smile, and Mortalian nodded slightly, the golden shackles around the Primarch's neck becoming increasingly prominent.

Wish me luck.

Motarian said this, then he turned and strode forward without hesitation—

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[Main Fate Line]

"Kayan?! Kayan?!"

Black stone fragments the size of heads rolled off the obelisk, causing the entire city of Cadia to tremble violently, the continent to crack, and the magnetic field to reverse.

Abaddon stumbled past a Black Legion soldier and rushed into the Black Stone Obelisk. After running for a minute, he saw the figure of Thousand Son lying unconscious on the ground.

Kayan was surrounded by intense psionic light, and in front of the fallen Thousand Sons, a shimmering rift opened, from which a strange and unpredictable light emanated, and it showed faint signs of continuing to expand.

Abaddon gritted his teeth. He had to take Kayan with him. Kayan was the most powerful psyker under his command, and with the Black Legion currently short of talent, he couldn't afford to lose another powerful psyker.

Even though the rift in front of Kayan was so strange—so strange that Abaddon felt his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end just by looking at it, and wished he could escape this place immediately.

Abaddon had always trusted his instincts, and his instincts had saved him many times. But this time, Abaddon glanced once more at the unconscious Kayan lying on the ground. Finally, inside the collapsing Black Stone Obelisk, Abaddon decided to pull Kayan away as fast as he could in his life.

He rushed over almost like lightning, then grabbed Kayan's arm. However, just as Abaddon turned his head, ready to run for his life, he felt an irresistible force suddenly grab his outstretched arm and freeze him in place in an unyielding manner.

"?!"

Abaddon sensed something was wrong. He slowly, very slowly, turned his head, and then met a pair of indifferent, pale, and utterly chaotic eyes.

[...Abaddon of Shadowmoon Wolf?]

The hoarse voice asked with some doubt, but Abaddon couldn't care less about anything else. His scalp tingled, and his wide-open mouth agape, the nightmarish word stuck in his throat, spitting out comically.

"No, no—"

Abaddon was speechless. He was certain he had seen something he would never see again in his life: a resolute and handsome Mortarian without a gas mask.

The False Emperor is above! Could it be that he has already died from the impact of psionic energy?

【Motalian.】