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

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Anyone who has worked in Terra for a period of time would have vaguely sensed Angron's unusual nature. He was the only one among the Primarchs who had the least workload—the Lord of Red Sand was clearly a man of great cunning.

At the same time, these second-in-commands may not want the Lord of Red Sand to easily see their emotions, as privacy is extremely important to them.

Sometimes, the gloomy-faced Karas would appear in the Death Guard's arena with Dante, who had thick dark circles under his eyes, and personally fight Dante. Karas's personal style was slow and heavy, while Dante's was brutal and fierce. The two of them fought, which was very entertaining. Whenever this happened, the Death Guards who came to watch the fight would fill almost every gap in the arena.

Meanwhile, the Holy Blood Angel would often bring a bottle of strong-smelling blood wine—to drink with Karas after the duel while sighing.

Dante is quite silent, sometimes even more so than the grumbling Death Guard Karas. He would only fight Karas in silence, and then have a drink with Karas with a melancholy expression.

Sometimes, Sevita would appear in the arena, bats leaping from the shadows and swooping onto the arena platform. If Karas was not there, Vox would personally greet Sevita.

Savita is a formidable fighter with incredible explosive power and coordination, but his stamina, defense, and damage mitigation are far inferior to Deathguard's. If Savita doesn't gain a significant advantage in the first two bursts, he will be dragged into a quagmire of attrition by Deathguard.

After a fight, if it's Karas, Sevita will join Karas in cursing their Primarch. But they often start attacking each other's Primarchs while cursing. Then Karas and Sevita will start a second free-for-all outside the arena. At this point, Karas will no longer abide by the arena rules, and the sinister-looking Death Guard will directly strike Sevita with psionic lightning.

If it were Vox, Sevita would just give a cold laugh and leave.

In addition, Booz Bella, the son of Hades, with a calm smile, will also appear here. He smiles and uses unimaginable underhanded tricks to deal with the person opposite him. This guy at Hades' desk rarely loses, unless he is facing Karas, Vox, or Sevita.

Invincible! There's a very low chance that Cato Sicarius and a tired-looking Calga will also appear here. As usual, Karas and Vox will personally entertain them. Unexpectedly, Cato Sicarius displayed extremely strong combat power.

Grey Knight Ariman sometimes visits, but he only fights two people here. One is Karas Typhon. The Death Guard will set up a separate arena for them, and then the two psionic masters can start to summon wind and rain and lightning.

The Death Guardians watching looked up and saw the two aerial psionic beings exchanging energy or striking each other with lightning, creating a dazzling and spectacular scene.

Another person allowed to fight Ahriman is Booz Bella, the son of Hades. The arena, which previously did not allow weapons, will change its rules. Booz, with a calm smile, puts on the special anti-psychic device for the son of Hades, ready to reason with psychic energy with his fists and scythe.

In fact, because of the Primarchs, the second-in-commands of these Legions knew each other to some extent—or were already quite familiar with each other.

While the Primarchs argued, fought, and hurled insults at each other, their lieutenants would exchange glances in a corner, their eyes filled with helplessness and a desire to resign.

Mortalian had reason to suspect that these people had secretly established their own "Primarch Victims Association" club in some mysterious corner of Terra, without their respective Primarchs knowing. Otherwise, why would they act so familiar with each other?

Shared suffering often unites people, and the Primarchs should understand this after experiencing imperial oppression.

My poor Sai.

Conrad said, finally lowering his hand from his face, but not a single tear fell from his eyes. Mortarian laughed mockingly, but he had no right to ridicule the Lord of the Night in this matter.

Otherwise, why would he be sitting comfortably in Conrad's secret little room, peacefully flipping through war reports about titanium?

There are no documents, no work, and no damn Robert Guilliman.

Motarian was very pleased.

So, what's your decision?

Conrad spoke lazily, his eyes half-closed, continuing to smoke his rare Dark Eldar cigarette. Corax glanced at Mortalian as a result—the Primarch believed they were too harsh and exploitative towards their second-in-command, but he couldn't point that out at the moment.

Corax could only swear in his heart that he would never be so shameless to his own children.

[Guilliman has given us five months. Hades will arrive around the fourth month, at which point the Imperial army must be present on the core planet of Tau.]

Conrad sighed. The prideful Mortarian could have had another month to play.

So what's the plan?

"Korax asked with concern," Mortarian pointed to the map beneath his hands, his pale, sharp hand gesturing towards the planets.

【Just type it.】

Death said calmly,

The Empire needs no extraordinary tactics; its legions will appear before the alien races, crushing them step by step.

The previous battles with the Tau were small-scale pursuit and raids against the White Scars, while the Raven Guards fought stealth battles—all of which were precisely what the Tau were able to counter. In small-scale battles, the Tau did not perform poorly.

With the aid of advanced technology and their allied races, the Tau, skilled in ranged combat, have a slight advantage when facing White Scars and Dark Ravens.

However, on large-scale battlefields, this blue-skinned race will expose its disadvantages—the Titans' army is still too small.

However, the Imperial army currently facing the Tau is composed of the Astragalus and Mechanicus forces. Compared to the Tau elites, these human troops are slightly weaker, so the Tau can use tactics such as division and guerrilla warfare to gradually dismantle the Imperial army.

This is why Hades is wary of this race—the future potential and development trend of Tau are terrifying. If this race were given enough resources, or if they were to awaken to a concept similar to "conscription," Tau would instantly transform from a useless asset into a threatening adversary for the Empire.

Therefore, Hades issued a war order to eradicate the enemy completely. For a race, for an enemy, the greatest respect is extermination.

Hades clearly respects titanium—rather than belittles it.

Therefore, as the agent of Hades' will, Mortarion decided to give the Tau people a chance to fight on equal footing with the Empire's true hammer.

Death will take them seriously and bestow death upon the alien race.

Let's also take this opportunity to let the Tau people know in advance where the average level of morality in this universe is—it's time to educate them.

This world is clearly impartial; once a race develops to a certain extent, it will reveal its malice to them.

[The Death Guards will act as the main flank, forcing their main force to engage us, while the Raven Guards and Midnight Lords will serve as the flanking forces… I believe you are skilled at operating behind enemy lines to support the main battlefield.]

Before Conrad could even manage a satisfied smile, Mortarian was already pondering how to formulate a poison gas bomb specifically for the Tau.

That's it! Great!

I won't delete the leave request from the previous day; I need to keep it to read the comments before I eat.

Hey.

After trying rice noodle rolls for the first time, I can't imagine how wonderful it would be to have this for breakfast every day with soy milk.

And, people from Guangzhou all speak so gently!

Chapter 753 Everyone Has Their Own Fate

"He's right there, the one from the human empire who controls the machines."

Po'Nivaan of the Water Clan said that the alien spoke fluent High Gothic, but Maiga did not detect the arrogance in the men's speech.

On the contrary, the language sounded unusually familiar to this grey-blue-skinned alien.

Maiga swallowed hard. Since betraying the human empire, he had been assigned to a diplomatic security squad of the Tau Empire as a foreign guard for Po'Nivaan, a diplomat from the Water Clan.

"Is he wearing a red robe? If so, then we call this kind of person a mechanical sage."

"The Mechanical Sage".

Polonium Nivan read it aloud thoughtfully, then Titanium lowered its head and thanked Maiga gratefully.

"Thank you for your explanation. I recall that this type of person does exist in the Empire—but anyway, thank you, Maiga, for your addition."

It is precisely those like you, willing to act as bridges between the two races, who have driven the peaceful development of the world, for the sake of the highest good.

Polonius Nivaan kindly placed its hand on Maiga's shoulder—something human gentlemen rarely do, as they would look down on Maiga for being dirty and lowly.

Maiga swallowed, feeling a bit thirsty.

"For the sake of the highest good."

He spoke in a somewhat parrot-like manner, while Tau beside him gave him an encouraging smile. Tau subtly struck up a conversation with the human, and amidst those gentle words, they arrived.

"You came."

When Maiga, who was behind Polon Niwaan, saw the Tau woman clearly, she almost instinctively took a step back. The Tau woman in the XV22 Commander Specialized Combat Suit was tall and serious, and her gaze was like a sharp arrow, shooting straight at Maiga.

"Good day, Commander Kageyo."

Maiga understood the alien language. Po'Niwan then began to talk to the "Commander Shadowsun". In the gentle tone of the Water Clan, even the stern-faced Tau woman, who seemed to be shrouded in shadow, became more amiable.

Then, Yingyang nodded to them, stepped aside from the tightly closed door behind it, said a few words to the Titans, and then the door slowly opened.

"Follow me, Maika."

Polon Nivan nodded to Maiga behind him, and then they went in together. Behind the door was a long corridor, and they continued walking.

"I bet you're curious about what we're going to do."

Polon Niwaan whispered, and Maiga became nervous again.

"We need to persuade a mechanical sage from the Empire."

Polon Niwaan said calmly. After the Tau man said this, Maiga understood why the Water Clan had brought him here—he would be a model to be used as a means for the Tau to persuade them to surrender.

The thought ashamed him. In fact, Maiga could shoot at soldiers sent by the human empire, but he still couldn't face a person from the empire "alone".

Maiga swallowed again, then touched his face.

“I understand, Nivan, but—but I think this is a bit difficult. Mechanical sages are generally among the strangest types of humans; they are stubborn and inflexible. I'm not sure…”

"He is indeed a bit tricky."

Polon Nivan nodded, subtly interrupting Maiga. In fact, the Tau Empire had captured a Mechanicus ship that had suddenly appeared within their territory—

It is inferred that the ship may have strayed into the territory of the Tau Empire due to a misguided navigational error involving a bullet bow.

The Tau commander, Shadowsun, led his cores to capture the ship. After realizing they were no match for the Tau, the survivors began frantically destroying all the equipment on their ship.

But in the end, through clever tactics, Yingyang successfully captured the leader of these people—

Ether believed that the Titans needed to persuade the sage to surrender because on this mechanical ship, the Titans discovered a device called "Nirvana," which, according to the Tu clans, appeared to be a branch of some kind of vast information transmission system.

However, the Nirvana device on the ship had already been locked, and only the sage knew the key to activate it. After discussion, the Earth Clan did not believe that they could break the mechanical sage's firewall without triggering the self-destruct program.

"But don't be nervous, this is just a conversation."

Polonium Nivaan explained, then immediately added the next sentence.

"If you are unwilling, we will not force you."

Maiga paused for a moment. In fact, he could have simply turned around and left, and these friendly aliens wouldn't have made things difficult for him—but it was precisely this ability to turn around and leave that made Maiga choose to stay.

He wasn't forced, which is why Maiga chose titanium.

"No no no no."

Maiga shook his head and took another deep breath.

"Please let me try, just for... the path of supreme good."

He saw Po'Nivaan smile, and the Tau patted the human on the shoulder. Seeing the Tau's smile, Maiga felt a warmth rise in his heart.

This was his own choice; Maiga came for him, and with gratitude for titanium.

And hatred for the empire.

No one felt the pain the Empire had etched upon him more deeply than he did. As one of the most insignificant members, he huddled in the trench, watching his portly commander reprimand his comrades as they faced enemy fire head-on.

A consumable item that is consumed quickly has no human rights; they struggle in the mud, hungry and tormented by cold, heat, thirst and disease.

If you don't die, then you will face a bleak, hopeless second day.

The empire did not promise them warmth.

They soon reached the end of the corridor, where an identical door opened. Maiga smelled a foul odor, like a mixture of engine oil, rust, and blood.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but gritted his teeth and followed Po'Nivaan. Maiga turned around and saw a horrifying scene inside the room.

A Titan from the Water Clan sat at the table.

Opposite him, a sage whose lower body mechanical prosthetics had been completely removed was suspended in mid-air by heavy cables. His waist and abdomen revealed the grotesque junction of flesh and metal, and his arms had also been stripped of their mechanical parts, leaving only half of the flesh and blood in the upper arms. Cables protruding from between them were pulled out and became the chains that suspended him.

Maiga had hoped that the sage would complete the entire facial reconstruction—that way, his psychological pressure might be lessened.

But the sage only modified the lower half of his face, and at the same time, the metal jawbone on the lower half of his face was removed, leaving it comically wide open.

Only his eyes remained, so bright, so sharp, burning with the flames of hatred.

He was staring at Maiga.

Maiga instinctively shivered, but Tai didn't notice his little movement. Polonian chatted with the water clan member for a few words, and then the water clan member got up from the table and spoke to Maiga in High Gothic.

"I'm so sorry to have you see your people suffering like this,"

The water clansman said this, then showed an apologetic expression.

“We didn’t want to do this, but if we didn’t, he would immediately start self-destructing, so we had to remove his mechanical parts, but other than that, we didn’t mistreat him.”

"at the same time,"

The Water Clan member turned his head to look at the Sage.

“If he makes some requests, Titanium will meet them, but he is unwilling to do so.”

"Let Maiga give it a try."

Po'Nivaan turned to the side, gesturing for Maiga to sit at the table, facing the sage.

“Zerul is an excellent diplomat, but he couldn’t accomplish his mission either, so we think only you can give it a try, Maiga.”