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

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But would Titanium really betray them? The obedience of these blue-skinned people is frighteningly high. Normally, under such intense pressure, the enemy would have already lost morale and collapsed on their own.

What are your plans? Assassination as the final act?

【perhaps,】

Conrad casually mentioned it, then tapped the metal pipe beside him again.

That commander named Yingyang is going crazy, hehehe, leaving a madman alive is more effective than killing him outright~

"...Then proceed with caution, Conrad. I've already sent you the data from Mortalian."

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Military base

Honk! Honk! Honk!

A crisp sound, seemingly from a very distant region, came from Yingyang. He took a deep breath. The tall Titan was sitting wearily at the command table in the military base.

It's hallucinating again.

Yingyang sighed and buried her face in her fingers.

How much titanium did it actually kill?

But it cannot die; on the contrary, it sits in the safest command center on the planet.

In just a few days, Shadow Sun seemed to have struggled in hell for thousands of years. On that day, Foresight forcibly canceled the order to bomb Shadow Sun—this unorthodox commander still possessed a merciful nature.

But when they tried to save the victims afterward, Vision was the first to give out. No medical personnel could remain calm after witnessing the scene, let alone cut and remove the stitches from the titanium bodies.

Left with no other choice, Yuanjian had to lead the Fire Clan warriors to try it himself.

As Foresight struggled to suppress his nausea and tried to insert the knife into the crevices, he lost control and the knife pierced the flesh of an innocent Tau creature. Foul-smelling liquid sprayed onto its eyepiece, and Foresight finally broke down.

Yingyang was standing right behind Yuanjian. It watched as Yuanjian released the knife in his hand, staggered backward and fell, then let out a howl like a wounded lone wolf—the Fire Clan had completely lost control of themselves, and Yingyang said nothing.

It simply walked forward slowly, very slowly, and knocked Foresight unconscious.

Looking at the still-living "titanium," it even rationally realized that if left unattended, they could struggle to survive for a few weeks before finally rotting and dying under the scorching sun.

This is the true malice of this galaxy.

At that moment, Yingyang realized what kind of demon he was fighting against.

Its last shred of reason, the shred called the path of supreme goodness, snapped completely.

It followed the highest good because it wanted more titanium to survive—survive, yes, just survive, not to ask for more, and now it can't ask for too much.

It has strayed from the path of supreme goodness because... it wants to kill them.

“(T45, o865), Order: Aerial bombing.”

The dazzling flames, accompanied by the nightmarish heap of flesh shrieking, outlined hell in Yingyang's eyes. It saw the pieces of flesh and limbs scattered because of it, and the magnificent thing impaled on the cross looked at it one last time, as if judging it.

It signals that it has taken a step that it can never turn back from.

Then, everything seemed like an illusion. All the Fire Clan commanders knew how to force out these fleas lurking in the city, but not a single Tau dared to bring it up—

They wouldn't dare! No titanium dares! Whoever brings this up will be held responsible for the deaths of these titanium atoms!

But there's no turning back! All the Tau Empire's armies are rushing to this planet. There's no time to find a new battlefield. This planet has all sorts of massive fortifications and missile arrays, making it an excellent defensive point for large-scale battles.

As of now, these fortifications are heavily guarded, and the enemy has no intention whatsoever of attacking them—but the city has completely fallen, and demons lurk among the common people, causing chaos and unrest throughout the entire planet.

Even the most isolated military bases have heard news of those flesh-and-blood creatures.

Before Yingyang, no one in the titanium industry dared to propose the idea of ​​arraying missiles to target cities.

So it was proposed!

Because they can't back down! They can't afford to lose anymore! To abandon their conscience or their lives? To abandon their principles or their right to survive?

If it were just Shadow Sun, it would rather die—but it couldn't afford to lose; it had an entire empire behind it!

If you want to fight darkness... you can only be more ruthless than it.

This was the first truth that Yingyang learned.

It was in so much pain and self-reproach, even though the situation on the planet was improving under its harsh tactics. Although it could not capture the enemy immediately, it had successfully driven the Night Lords to a certain area.

The surviving civilians retreated hastily. To prevent enemy troops from hiding and planting explosives, the civilians had to abandon everything they owned and were then stuffed into manta rays and forcibly transported to the vicinity of a military base.

There were no accommodations available, so the Titans could only huddle together for warmth in the cold night wind.

Vision departed without a word after that coma, heading to the Titanium among those who came from other planets to follow it, rather than returning to witness the tragedy on Earth.

ShadowSun did not condemn Vision for this, because it knew that not much titanium could withstand it.

Even it itself is about to collapse.

Honk! Honk! Honk!

The faint auditory hallucinations reappeared, seemingly closer to Shadow Sun. The exhausted Titanian habitually ignored them; the explosion that day had etched an indelible wound on its mind, and it began to hallucinate visually and auditorily.

After meeting with representatives of the alien civilians for a day, Yingyang even began to have nightmares. It seemed to be in some kind of chaotic ocean, where it could see some huge blue creature looking at it with pity in the distance.

It's going crazy.

Yingyang was clearly aware of this, but no Titan was willing to share its suffering. All Titans were staying away from this Titan-killing maniac. The only one who came to persuade it was the human guard from before.

"Commander, your choice of cruelty does not mean you cannot embrace peace and beauty again. You must hold on—you are the last hope."

The human, tears streaming down his face, gripped Yingyang's hand tightly.

Is this the last hope?

Shadow Sun thought with a mocking tone that it seemed to be rebuking itself for its previous naiveté. It subconsciously looked at the reports from within the Tau Empire again—as if it were some kind of solace.

Since the human empire launched its attack, the Aetherians have been frantically attempting warp travel, resulting in the Turtylites creating a sizable warp chaos zone in the heart of the Tau Empire.

Want to travel through warp space...?

Shadow Sun thought wearily that it would never have thought this way in the past, but the human empire had taught it what darkness was. It found it hard to accept the actions of the Ethers, but reality had given it the answer.

At this moment, perhaps only Saint Gilles, who once lived in the shadows of the empire, could understand the despair of this little Tau man.

They stepped into the river of sin for the sake of their race, yet were still abandoned by the empire and the people.

My child,

A soft, sobbing sound echoed in Yingyang's ears, but the Titanium Clan, under immense pressure, seemed to hear nothing.

My child!

Another urgent call rang out, and Shadow Sun suddenly looked up, glancing around in panic. The Titans realized with despair that they were hallucinating again.

This isn't a hallucination! Run! Run! Run! Get out of here!

Yingyang suddenly stood up, but the voice was truly calling to it. It could no longer bear it and chose to obey the kind voice. It ran out of the office, trying to find the source of the voice.

boom!

The door to the command room was slammed shut.

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【? 】

Conrad stopped banging on the metal pipe.

The Lord of Night raised his head in confusion, his gaze seemingly piercing through the floor to the empty command room.

He was discovered? That shouldn't be the case. To avoid detection by the Tau, only Conrad came on this mission.

Conrad paused for a moment, seemingly pondering what had happened, before immediately calling for Mortarian.

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【Endurance】

Poison gas...poison gas...wonderful poison gas~

【? 】

[Motalian, annoyed! An ...

【Oh. 】

[No—oh! That's at least an Alpha-level, or something even stranger—no, impossible! Unless it's a lesser god, it's impossible for them to see through my invisibility!]

【Um. 】

Are you even listening, you filthy gas canisters?! Don't tell me you don't want a vacation again!

The hand that was shaking the test tube suddenly stopped, and wisps of smoke drifted out of the mouth of the test tube.

On the contrary, Conrad, a great war is about to begin, a war that will directly wipe out the Tau Empire.

"Motalian said calmly,"

[I suspect the Tau are planning to encircle and destroy your planet. We've observed at least two near-planet-destroying weapons disappearing in that sector—it won't be easy going forward. I believe they've deployed most of the Tau Empire's military force.]

"...You already have a plan?"

【Yes. 】

[Are you really that good, or are you just being arrogant? Did you even see the footage I sent you—you think you can take down those ground fortifications directly? Mortarian, you really think you're something else, are you kidding me—wait, don't hang up!]

Snapped.

After the communication ended, Mortalian ignored Conrad's strange cries and went back to making his potion.

Only he knew what would happen next—

Stable.

Lesser gods? Those strange, high-tech armors of the Tau race.

That was it, what else is there to say?

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 763 Ether and Titanium

It got up, got wiped out in seconds, what's there to say?

Mortalian worked peacefully and serenely in his laboratory developing poison gas; he hadn't relaxed so easily in a long time since Guilliman had ascended to the throne.

Countless reports streamed across the holographic projection in front of Mortalian, while Death remained calmly fiddling with his reagents; things were going much as he had suspected—

The Tau Empire likely intends to fight a decisive battle with the Human Empire within the Tier 2 defense perimeter. Even if they fail, it will buy time for the Aether to escape from the core area of ​​the Tau Empire.

Mortalian did not believe that the Tau could achieve faster-than-light travel in a very short time, comparable to a modified version of the Necromancer and Hades. Therefore, the only way for the Aethers to escape was through warp travel.

The good news is that Mortalian didn't see anything resembling a Geller Force on any of the Tau Empire's ships. Based on the Tau Empire's explanation of psionic energy, the Primarch deduced that these guys probably didn't know what was in the warp.

They might be able to intercept a wave of TNT escape ships in the warp and show them the wonders of the warp.

but……

Mortalian paused for a moment, his hand holding the test tube. He looked up thoughtfully, and through the small observation window of the apothecary, Death subconsciously began to calculate.

The warp field within the Tau Empire was not calm, perhaps because they were developing warp routes for escape, but beyond that, Death sensed something more familiar to him.

He recalled Koz's words—it's alright, Hades had warned Death before this trip about the appearance of similar warp creatures.

Death chuckled softly.

What power does a false creation created by a weak spiritual race have to contend with them?

Not to mention...

Mortarian withdrew his gaze and continued to work on his poison—this time he wanted it to be more corrosive.

And, with more transmissibility and secondary lethality, let poison gas do the work in corners that the legion cannot reach.

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He actually!!! wouldn't listen to me!!!

Corax frowned; Conrad's shriek nearly pierced the Primarch's eardrums and reached the depths of his soul.

To be fair, Motalian didn't really care much about what Conrad said.

I listened, but I didn't really take it to heart.


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