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

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"so,"

Tarachin looked at Orikan, who was in a semi-energetic state.

"what happens?"

The Endless One's "Huh?" was directed at Orikan—astrologers rarely act so disheveled; they have a more dignified way of doing things, such as notifying Tarasin in advance.

Although the Death Seal's whereabouts are elusive, Tarachin believes he is still slightly outmatched by the Star Master.

As expected, Tarasin paused as he looked at Orikan, and the spatial rift reopened behind him. The Star Master seemed to intend to throw Tarasin out directly—

"and many more!"

Tarachin shouted and charged straight at Orikan. If they were close enough, Orikan wouldn't be able to throw Tarachin out alone.

"You just saved me and now you're going to throw me out to face the Death Mark again?! I haven't even figured out who sent the Death Mark army, or what happened! Eurican! You can't do this to me! Eurican! Are you just going to watch me go to my death?!"

Tarasin howled like a ghost, shamelessly pounced on Orikan's feet, grabbed the Star Master's foot tightly, and tripped Orikan again.

Bang!

"shut up!"

Orikan roared and tried to kick Tarasin, but Tarasin was no ordinary creature; its mechanical arm held Orikan's leg firmly in place.

"Give me an explanation!"

"Tarasin shouted, and suddenly, the Endless One looked up, blinked in confusion, and all—well, it seemed like a fleeting moment—"

Perhaps at the moment Taracin uttered the syllable "ge," almost all the rivers of light abruptly changed at some anchor point ahead.

The river of light, twinkling with starlight, suddenly turned, and at roughly the same position, as if pulled by some enormous force, began to converge in two completely different directions, with one half flowing in one direction and the other half flowing in the other.

The streams meander and converge, almost all rivers meet at a certain point, but then separate again into two rushing rivers, folding and flowing towards another dimension.

Before Tarachin could even ask a question, Orikan cried out in terror and frustration.

"Too late! It's still too late!"

At the same time, Orikan unleashed a tremendous force beyond its own, directly grabbing Tarasin and throwing him away with a single punch.

The astrologer sprinted frantically towards the convergence point, transforming from a semi-physical, semi-psychic mode into a berserk astrologer state within three steps. The astrologer practically flew, with small stars swirling around its luminous form.

From Taracin's perspective, Orikan leaped directly into the River of Light not far from that point with a standard diving motion.

"very!"

"Tarasin shouted, watching as Orikan disappeared directly into the small river of light, the light spots splashing up. Tarasin thought that Orikan must have gone to guard destiny."

Hmm... Master is gone.

Tarasin pondered, stood up and looked around, entrusting the valuation to a lower-level code, which began to wonder why the Silent King had sent the Death Seal army.

Has the truth been exposed?

This is probably the only possibility.

At the same time, having broken through the spatial limitations of Orikan, Tarasin had contacted his security team at the Solemnas Museum a minute earlier. To his surprise, the opposing team had sent an unusually large number of Death Mark troops, all of whom were of exceptionally high quality.

It seems they are determined to kill Tarahin.

However... Tarasin wandered around casually, subconsciously wanting to reach into the River of Light and stir it up, but restrained himself at the last moment.

The guards sent it footage showing that the Death Seal troops that had come to ambush them had been completely wiped out.

Do they really think Tarachin is someone to be trifled with?

It was still caught up in the bounty of Terra and the strangeness of Orikan, and hadn't quite caught up yet.

If Hades saw this, he would surely jump up and curse Tarasim for wasting the hardware he upgraded for it—Tarasim's mind and its body are like an XP system using a 4090.

However, if things were exposed... Tarasin gasped. Given the Silent King's rigid personality, he would almost certainly declare war on the Human Empire.

Just then, Tarachin suddenly saw a small asteroid, similar to Orikan after it had transformed into an energy body, floating not far in front of it.

Suitable for collection.

Tarasin smiled and stretched out its hand—

"Tarasin, put down your dog paws."

Tarasin's smile abruptly stopped. Somewhat reluctantly, it turned around and saw Orikan crawling out from some unknown corner. Orikan's light had dimmed considerably, as if it had just gone through a fierce battle.

"..."

Taracin turned his head again to look at the river that had just changed so drastically. Well, nothing had changed.

"So... Great Star Master, which villain altered fate and shattered the destiny you envisioned?"

Taracin spoke slowly, a statement that even it found laughable; it was only saying it to get old Den, who valued face above all else, to speak.

In the realm of shamelessness, Tarachin is the king!

"..."

Orikan slowly looked at Tarasin, who watched as Orikan dimmed little by little, his body shrank, and finally returned to the space necromancer form he was familiar with. Orikan's gaze was terrifying.

After a long, long enough silence,

"Do you remember the Death Seal team I sent out?"

Euricane said, enunciating each word clearly.

"I remember, of course I remember! You borrowed my soldiers from me with an IOU, how could such a thing happen..."

Tarasin's voice suddenly faded as a terrible thought crossed its mind. It looked at Orikan, who slowly nodded.

"I set the anchor point this time, and I can't change it."

Tarasin's mouth shaped into a round "O".

"What the hell—what happened to my poor Death Seal team?!"

“That Killieman discovered them…”

Euricane turned around and looked at the inescapable river of fate, flowing relentlessly towards darkness and chaos.

"Then he realized that in other fate lines, there were also 'living' space undead."

Tarachin looked at Orikan, and the Endless One's "O"-shaped mouth widened in even greater terror.

"What...what does this mean?"

Tarasin asked again.

"You should go find our human allies—"

Eurycan took a deep breath, mimicking a sigh.

“Tell them that the Silent King has his eye on them—the only thing they can do now is to immediately assemble their army.”

"etc?!"

Tarasin suddenly screamed.

"You mean the Guilliman in the other fateline plans to have the Necromancers fight the Empire here?!"

"What else could it be—"

Eurycan also screamed.

"Isn't that idiot afraid that the Silent King will win a great victory, and then the Fate Line will collapse—ultimately turning his fate into nothingness as well?! What is he thinking?! Or does he think the human empire here can defeat the Silent King?!"

Tarasin screamed, remembering the solemn promises it had made to Gilliman and Hades three days earlier. It was all over; its credibility was ruined.

An even more serious problem will be how the human empire will face the enraged Silent King who has discovered everything.

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[The Silent Eye?]

"Fuck..."

Abaddon cursed wearily as a sword gleaming green was stuck less than an inch from his head. He slumped down beside the altar, taking deep breaths.

"Where did this space necromancer madman come from?"

The path to the altar at the deepest part of the Eye of Silence was the most arduous journey Abaddon had ever taken in his life. The entire party inexplicably malfunctioned, and Abaddon initially thought it was a side effect of the Eye of Silence—but then he discovered that was not the case.

Some kind of monster, seemingly capable of manipulating fate and time, is toying with them.

Abaddon would never have imagined that he had already begun to call upon Chaos to aid him in battle, merely on his way to the altar. And this time, Chaos was unusually active, so much so that Abaddon even felt the gods lingering not far from the Eye of Silence.

In the end, the adversary stopped pretending altogether and directly sent out a force of space necromancers to attack them.

But just like the inexplicable misfortunes that Abaddon's forces experienced in the early stages, the closer Abaddon got to Cartier, the stronger the force that hindered the enemy became, as if spacetime was correcting its course.

Several times, if it weren't for some inexplicable luck, Abaddon might have been defeated by the Eye of Silence.

But in the end... Abaddon turned his head and looked into the distance of the desert at the giant skeleton that was almost completely eroded—was it Primarch Loga's, or Fenus's?

He didn't know, but in a place like the Eye of Silence, Primarchs had long lost their psionic mystique; they were nothing more than larger animals.

Abaddon exhaled.

“Let’s begin, Kayan… I believe you can do it.”

Kayan gave him an ambiguous reply on the channel: behind Abaddon was the enormous, half-damaged black stone obelisk that had been silent for ten thousand years.

"give me some more time."

Kayan said that with great resolve, he grasped the spine dagger brought from the depths of darkness by chaos—memories that did not belong to this fate surged forth, but Kayan believed that they were illusions that were deceiving him. Betrayal Qianzi swallowed hard, and then he began to chant.

A moment later, the black stone obelisk, which had been silent for ten thousand years, began to tremble slightly again.

In the vast Milky Way, the silent eye quietly watches over the stars.

Until—until that faint glimmer appeared in its pupils.

Yay! That's it!

To explain, some people might think there's a timeline bug with the Necromancers. The Necromancers can jump through time, and if necessary, they can go back in time. As long as the event isn't so significant that it's impossible to change, the Necromancers will also use time jumps.

Here, Orikan obstructs Abaddon, who activates the Eye of Silence. The Silent King discovers this and, after investigation, sends out the Death Seal, which travels back in time to kill Tarasin.

I don't want to write about Abaddon's wonderful journey anymore. There are many supporting characters' stories happening at the same time, and if I wrote about them in detail, I could write hundreds of thousands of more words. But, uh, never mind.

Just read this nonsense, friends. It's a joke that will make you lose your brain (just kidding).

Chapter 779 [Halloween Special] Adult Time

(Warning: Characters are extremely unrecognizable; based on the background of this story, this may not actually happen; realistic satire (!!!); misleading title (?); gender swap (???); if you cannot accept this, please avoid it.)

Final warning: The character is extremely poorly designed.

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I think…

Hades, dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt and light gray jogger pants, stared thoughtfully at Mortarian.

"You can wear another pair of glasses."

Wearing a disposable blue medical mask, Mortalian mumbled something indistinctly, then the Primarch reached out into the void, and a moment later, a pair of black half-rimmed glasses appeared in the Primarch's hand.

Hades watched as Mortarian put on his glasses, which, combined with the Grim Reaper's skin tone and dark circles as if he had been dead for seven hundred years, made Hades marvel and give him a thumbs up.

"This tastes just right."

Tonight is Halloween, and the Primarchs of Terra have decided to gather together. Following an ancient festival tradition, everyone must dress up for the occasion.

The theme for tonight's Halloween, set by Hades, is "overtime, mortgage payments, and 3K".

Yes, tonight, under the watchful eye of the moonlight, these dead, vampires, space Romans, and winged rats from the sewers will disguise themselves as working-class people from some 3K era.

Since it was Hades who set the theme, it was no problem for Hades to disguise himself. This ancient Earthling naturally chose his previous profession, a programmer in a large company who was being exploited—who knows that his original major was automation.

But in that era, the end of the universe was computers and civil service exams.

Wearing a black hoodie, joggers, glasses, and sneakers—Hades didn't choose a red plaid shirt, otherwise the vibe would be too overpowering.

Mortalian's choice was a medical student undergoing residency training at the hospital. The Primarch's personality perfectly matched the mentality of medical students working like slaves in the hospital at this time; in short, he couldn't stand anyone.

Hades looked at Mortarion, whose lifeless eyes only reinforced Hades's belief that Mortarion's choice was extremely appropriate.

Hades whistled, flicked his wrist, and looked at his knock-off digital watch.