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

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"Subspace is very stable."

Ether said that it showed it to its companions beside it.

"The Krutians are nothing but a threat to us,"

It laughed.

“There is no such blasphemous existence in the subspace; on the contrary, it is peaceful here.”

They do not know why this subspace is so peaceful today.

Calm, as calm as if dead.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 768 What?!

Wandering, sailing far, our fate is tied to a small boat.

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"?"

Tarasin looked up thoughtfully at the racial map on the wall. Most of the complex lines, which were intertwined like the roots and branches of a tree, were extinguished, while some were shining like the sun.

"Ran Dan..."

Taracin looked toward the very top of the tree, where a faint glimmer of light appeared and disappeared.

"Has the remnant of Ran Dan finally been wiped out?"

Tarasin muttered to himself, then let out a long sigh.

"Fortunately, I have a Randan army stored here."

"Stop thinking about your little toys."

A distant voice seemed to pierce through all of time and space. Tarachin chuckled; it was already familiar with this idiot Eurican's pretentious, hysterical way of speaking.

"what happened?"

Tarasin asked casually,

"Has the Silent King finally decided to send troops? Or is it the Storm King's side?"

The alarm clock that the Silent King set for numerous dynasties finally rang at the end of the 40th millennium. This shameless old man still dares to return to face his dead subjects.

However, Talasi wasn't too surprised by the Storm King's side. With the revival of many dynasties, the Storm King also seemed to want to form a great expeditionary force—provided that he could either pass through or defeat the Silent King.

But, however,

Taracin coughed in a very human way. It, Taracin, an amateur collector, had already decided to stir up this mess and make those two idiots suffer—if they suffered, Taracin would be happy.

While we're at it, let's also see if we can save those space dead that still retain their essence.

When the Silent King or the Storm King returns like lightning, they will find that at least one-fifth of the dynasties have not awakened—they have all been emptied by the Talassin United Empire.

Given the current situation, with the Great Devourer of the Milky Way continuing its advance into the galaxy and putting pressure on its interior, it would be perfectly reasonable for either the Silent King or the Storm King to return and form an army.

Therefore, Talasi was not surprised. It awaited the words of the idiot Orikan, whether it was the Silent King or the Storm King, it would curse them all the same.

"No, it's not their problem."

This statement surprised Taracin, and then it seemed to hear its old friend muttering a curse from its usual observation point.

"no?!"

Euricane shouted in exasperation.

"Among the 3396 key tributaries of fate under close observation, at several nearby anchor points, I could not sense the presence of our race! They have all vanished!"

"?"

Tarachin silently wondered, "So what does this mean?" The Figurine King asked cautiously.

"So... what does this mean?"

It asked cautiously, and Tarasin cursed loudly.

"This means that something within these threads of fate has wiped us out—not the race we were in our time of fear of the dead, but the race we are now!"

Just how absurdly overlapping fates did Neos and the villain create?!

Why were they wiped out in these timelines?!

Orikan cursed, perhaps he could accept the reality of his race's extinction, but it happened too suddenly, and it didn't just happen on one fate line, but on multiple fate lines at adjacent moments.

This means that when the fate lines overlap, they may very well face a fate line that wipes out the space undead race—not the main fate line they are currently on, but the fate line that should be "destroyed".

However, there is still one problem—

"Who wiped us out?! The Empire? Chaos?! Or that damned Tzeentch?!"

Orikan cursed angrily.

"Tarachin! Lend me a Death Mark squad!"

"Wait, what are you going to do?!"

“Send them to see what’s going on—in the name that you want to collect treasures.”

"No, is it another case of using my name???"

"Because your reputation is already bad enough!"

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We're almost out of this subspace region.

Sitting at the command post, Ether stared at the map for a long time, feeling its tense nerves relax and survival within reach.

As the most venerable of the etheres, its pale blue skin had become somewhat loose, and bright red gemstones were affixed to its slits, arranged in a hexagonal shape.

Although it still felt reluctant and its spirit felt empty, it could not give up the land it had cultivated for thousands of years, nor could it give up the Titan race, an extremely convenient and efficient race.

On this land, the remnants of Randan successfully practiced physical manipulation and the implantation of social ideologies, building up the entire race through magnificent and ingenious social construction, and leaving an opening for the colonization and enslavement of other races.

What a magnificent achievement this is—looking out from the stars, those shimmering planets, their starlight a symbol of civilization and prosperity.

But now, they have no choice but to leave.

In order to survive...

The remnants of the Randan race, or what could now be called the alien race of ether, sighed. They felt reluctant to leave, but for the sake of the continuation of their race, they had no choice but to depart.

At least the flame will live on.

Many years ago, when Randan was destroyed, countless ships like these sailed away in all directions, trying to find a way to survive. During this time, countless escape ships that tried to leave the battlefield were destroyed by the human empire, while these ships successfully escaped.

However, because the Tau Empire is still small, in order to ensure their survival after escaping, they have to send out only one escape fleet.

Of course, there's also the reason that subspace travel technology was not perfect, and only one fleet of escape ships could be equipped with it.

But in any case, they escaped.

Ether thought that the pain of losing its kingdom had sent its thoughts far into the future, millions of years later—but suddenly, it felt that the ship was too quiet.

As if confirming the feeling of the ether, suddenly, the engine that had been vibrating throughout the ship slowly fell silent. Without any error message from the central intelligence system, the entire escape fleet began to glide into the subspace.

? !

Ether suddenly stood up, trying to figure out what had happened. It urgently called out the code name of the central intelligence—but the usually obedient intelligence only left it with a long silence.

"Ammonium Del!"

Ether called out to its subordinates, but there was no response from Titan. Then, in front of Ether, who was retreating in terror, the large screen in front of it, filled with various data domain star maps, suddenly flashed and then went black.

Click, click, click.

Heavy, intermittent footsteps, as if coming from afar, suddenly resounded, striking the spirit of the ether. An enemy attack?!

Ether abruptly turned around, gripped his gun tightly with three fingers, and pointed it at the door. Behind him, after a brief period of darkness, the large screen suddenly lit up again.

Then, a terrifying, indescribable, and grotesque three-headed creature appeared on the big screen and spoke in a monosyllabic language that was difficult for the ether to understand.

The electronic devices were screaming and crackling with electricity.

Aether shuddered, feeling itself crumbling. It remembered the Krut's warning before their departure—the warp was dangerous.

But Aether turned its head, its eyes twitching. No, no, no, no?! In the bright subspace, a black face suddenly appeared at the forefront of the fleet of ships.

Only now, the slow-reacting Aether has realized that the warp region where its ship is located is much darker than other regions!

Click, click, click.

A drop of cold liquid dripped from the ceiling onto Ether's shoulder. Ether hurriedly reached out, only to find that it was metal that had melted from the ceiling.

But what Aether couldn't believe was that this drop of liquid metal was ice-cold! And it even looked like it was alive!

"W-what is this?!"

Aether was startled and took a step back. Suddenly, it saw countless piles of slowly writhing silvery-white metal reaching towards it like tentacles from the gaps between the ceiling and the walls, the cracks in the floor, and the base of the worktable.

Under the gaze of the terrifying monster on the big screen and amidst the musical notes, Ether finally couldn't hold back any longer. It judged that this place was extremely dangerous, and that the liquid metal seemed to be slowly suffocating it—so it no longer cared about trying to fix the ship's course and almost rushed out the door.

boom!

The door was opened, and then Ether saw a scene that horrified it even more: countless of its kind lay dead on the deck, their sunken eye sockets, sniffing slits, and mouths overflowing with silvery droplets.

They all died, succumbing to the liquid metal.

Upon seeing the appearance of the ether, the liquid metal that was still writhing erratically seemed to have found a new host. The ether was devastated to see the pool of liquid reaching out tiny tentacles toward it—they had come for it.

There could be no more bizarre scene than this: all of them died silently, without making a sound. They had weapons, they had bombs, yet they just died like that! Without a trace of resistance!

Combined with the warnings of the Krutians, the Aether has collapsed—this is the Warp! A forbidden land where you can die silently, a place where a single glance can turn you into something other than titanium!

The warp curses all creatures that enter it, causing their dead bodies to mutate and then rise again.

It frantically tried to escape the area, shouting frantically in the empty ship, but none of the ethers heard its cries for help—they were all dead.

So it ran madly across the deck where the corpses of its kind lay sprawled—the giant ship that had once carried their hopes for life had now become a prison, slowly and inevitably sliding towards that silent, dark area—

They were then pulled out of subspace.

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Hades blinked, his dark pupils reflecting the ships being spat out by the Warp. The Aether ships were inside the Warp. Although Hades could probe into the Warp, it was as if the Warp didn't want to touch Hades. Unless absolutely necessary, Hades would force his way in and be repelled by the Warp.

Therefore, he only released a small amount of the Celestial God's power. Fortunately, the Aether's ships were purely mechanical, so the Void Dragons' abilities could easily attach to their ships and leverage their power. Hades first killed the living Aether with lightning, then wrapped its organs in liquid metal—

This facilitates the disposal of corpses afterward and prevents subspace creatures from parasitizing them.

If Magnus were present, he might have screamed and berated Hades for being completely unnecessary. With Hades present, what warp creature would be so suicidal as to possess a weak spirit?

There's no way around it; Hades is just used to being cautious in this regard—someone else might have been more domineering.

Hades also left one survivor on each ship to facilitate data interrogation and experiments with Mortalian.

I just don't know what Mortarion wants all this aether for.

Hades thought to himself that he could easily teleport to the interior of the largest mothership. He walked through the corridor and, in a daze, Hades felt a sense of familiarity.

He calmly and methodically examined the architectural style of the alien ships, incidentally pinpointing the survivor. Finally, turning a corner, and then another, Hades saw—

The last remaining ether screamed.

"A subspace monster!!!"

It screamed in agony, feeling weak and slightly nauseous in the dark realm. The ether, which had long been transformed into a weak spirit, could not perceive psionic energy and the dark realm as sensitively as its ancestors, but it knew what that monster was!

That monster, completely black, with tentacles emitting an unknown liquid!

"?"

Hades had a question mark pop into his head. Wait, why does this alien look somewhat like the Ran Dan people?

"Ran Dan?"

Hades spoke, wanting to obtain more information, but the aether in front of him, after a painful scream, chose to collapse and convulse—purely out of fear.

Ten thousand years ago, its predecessor was also scared to death in the same way, except that the other side thought Hades was an anti-psychic monster.

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