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

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On the desolate land, the spore-grown hopping creatures are engaged in a fierce battle.

The Greenskins have been developing continuously, and thanks to the rains and dews of war, they have had a rather glorious history.

The Greenskins launched a war, and the war gave birth to civilization. The sparks of progress and wisdom lie dormant in their genome, waiting to be unlocked.

However, every Greenskin clan that reaches a certain stage of development will face an ultimate problem—

According to Greenskin Wars rumors, this problem was first raised by Socrates during the M31-M32 period.

So, why are the Greenskins green? Why do the Greenskins wage war? Where should the Greenskins find war in the future?

The wise men of the great clans thus proposed the theory of the Greenskins' "Waaaaah!!", stating that the more Greenskins there are, the more wars there will be, and so on.

But that's not the case.

The big front tooth gasped for breath, for the first time in its heart abandoning its position as the gang leader—the subspace therefore opened a bigger and more powerful door to it!

The leader of each Greenskin clan firmly believed that their clan would grow stronger and stronger. Even if a clan declined, it was because they could not defeat other forces, lost the war, and thus naturally disintegrated.

not like this.

The front teeth came to mind.

It was a special green-skinned creature that perceived a truth that the other green-skinned creatures could not—

Because Pluto had taught it a vague methodology and then taught it the ability to generalize and trace the essence in practice, the front tooth was thus allowed to knock on the door of truth.

It was grateful to the boss, who had given it a way of thinking that most of the greens would never understand or comprehend in their entire lives.

After the Underworld Clan reached the bottleneck faced by most Greenskin Clans—the "Great Funnel Staircase"—Mascissor finally faced the ultimate three questions.

It simply dismantled and reconstructed these three questions, which were actually asking what?

I. What exactly is the green-skinned man?

II. Where did the green train come from?

Third, where should the green-skinned train go?

Because of practical considerations and the need to compete with Pluto for time, Big Teeth abandoned the answers to these three questions and instead went on to study the guiding ideology of Green Skin WAAAAGH!

Soon, Big Tooth discovered the paradox: the method proposed in the Greenskins' Great WAAAAGH! Theory was not feasible. According to the Greenskins' Great WAAAAGH! Theory, without relying on external war, the Greenskins could have developed their war internally, snowballing to the strongest level!

But in the war zone marked out by the big teeth, the local green-skinned kids didn't get any more waaaaagh! Instead, they slowly declined over time.

What exactly is this for?

The big front teeth yearn for a massive battle that will shock Hades! But it knows that if it cannot solve the Greenskins' logistical development problems, it will never be able to fight Hades.

Only if its logistics and development speed surpass Pluto's will it have the strength to stand before him!

Therefore, the incisor must solve this problem, and address why the green bark suddenly declines after a period of rapid growth, so that it can be free from future worries once and for all.

So, the front tooth once again stepped forward to face that ultimate problem.

By excavating the tomb of the Iron Skull and the ruins of the extinct giant shrimp, it found the answer to the question.

In other words, the Greenskins are tools of war; they were created by the Old Ones; and they will automatically become extinct after the wars end.

This is unacceptable.

But it also answered all the questions.

Why are they different from other races? Why is their internal integration so efficient? Why did those once invincible Greenskin dynasties eventually perish?

And... why Hades found them in the first place.

Because they are weapons.

The Greenskins were designed from the beginning to explain why they could devise technology and why they were so fanatical in their pursuit of war.

The giant front teeth didn't know why the ancient saints abandoned them, but that question wasn't important; what mattered was where they would go next.

Where are they going?

For the first time, the Big Tooth, which led 845 green-skinned planets, felt utterly bewildered. It tried to seek answers from the Black Boss's civilization—after all, it was the Black Boss who had unlocked its wisdom back then.

But after gaining a deep understanding of human civilization, Big Tooth immediately realized that Greenskin could never embark on that path of weakness and incompetence!

Peace? Even the weakest greenskins would scoff at the idea of ​​being with peace!

Even the self-proclaimed civilized Mag boy wouldn't utter such trivial words as wanting to live a peaceful life!

Peace is not such an inconvenient thing! The Greenskin, with its beady eyes, saw the redundant and cumbersome structure that human civilization had built up in the name of so-called peace. This was the kind of life that even the most ruthless Greenskin leader would not allow his warriors to live!

Fight! Fight! Fight! WAAAAAAAGH!!!

The anguish of the mind and the desires of the flesh tore at its front teeth, but it rose again and again! Facing the pain with strength, power, and dominance!

Magboy once visited Incisor and was horrified to see him lying on the ground struggling with a splitting headache. Whenever this happened, Magboy would silently chant the name of Hades to weaken Incisor's overactive mind.

"I still can't figure it out—what exactly do you want, boss?"

Mag said, dragging his front teeth to the leather sofa.

"Your headache is probably caused by focusing too much on logistics and not fighting on the battlefield yourself. You should go and fight a few rounds, Big Teeth. You can't let your fight count match that of the mob boss."

"I want it..."

The big front tooth whispered, "What does it want?"

"What do you want, Mag boy?"

The conversation abruptly shifted, and Mag paused, somewhat surprised.

"Huh?! Huh! Me?"

Then it frowned.

"I would most like to have a personal battle with the wise man."

It said, and laughed peacefully.

"As for what to do after the fight... if I lose, I will continue to fight him; if I win... I will learn from the wise man and teach him how to beat me."

"good."

He lowered his eyebrows and touched his bald head.

It read a certain naiveté in Mag Boy's vision; Hades... probably wouldn't give Big Tooth such an opportunity.

The big front tooth felt a kind of anger burning deep within its soul, and the greenskins launched an attack on anything they didn't like.

But now, what it dislikes is not a specific, tangible entity.

"war……"

It exhaled hot air from its large front teeth, looked at the Black Butcher, and raised its heavy sword.

It knows.

In a similar scene, Hades' figure overlaps with the imagined ancient saint, and he is ready to fight—leading the Underworld clans to break the Greenskins' predetermined fate!

It will use the grandest war to burn the entire galaxy clean!

Then, its large fangs will lead the Underworld clans to rise! Amidst the ashes and ruins, they will tell all beings that the Greenskins still exist, and—the Greenskins will never be slaves!!!

"It looks like you're indulging in unrealistic fantasies—why would a greenhorn think so much?"

Blake Butcher’s calm voice rang out. He felt weak for a moment, his body returning to its original strength, but he could clearly feel that his armor had been reinforced.

Blake now even doubts whether anything in this world can break through his armor.

Darkness, like water, floated around him, completely enveloping his armor, and also clung to the axe blade, sharp as the edge of a shadow.

With a chuckle, Hades's answer completed the final piece of the puzzle; he had no more hesitation.

If Hades truly felt affection for them, he would find it difficult to attack their front teeth and achieve enlightenment.

"You're nothing but a lowly henchman with blood ties."

"Big Tooth!" he said, suddenly swinging his sword.

The sword's wind grazed Blake's face, and a glint of green flashed in his icy blue wolf eyes! The Butcher swung his axe at the same time.

throat!!!

"But you can't even beat me."

A mocking laugh escaped from his mouth, torn open by the shattering chains. Blake swiftly spun around to defend, his battle axe clashing against the heavy sword! Yet, there was no sensation of metal striking metal—

The black axe tore open the enchanted greatsword of the green-skinned warlord as easily as cutting tofu!

The front teeth jerked back, but the darkness surrounding Blake surged up like a python, striking straight at it!

This is the fighting spirit of Hades!!!

? !

Frost rapidly climbed up the armor of the large front teeth, and its figure suddenly swayed for a moment.

"Caught up!"

Mag Boy let out a relieved shout, with Big Tooth standing not far beside him, having been urgently teleported there.

But in front of Magg Boy, a white bone scepter with a sharp, insect-leg-like base pierced directly into his body, entering through his chest and exiting through his back, pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Your friendship is truly touching,"

Karas, his face as black as paint, spoke slowly, his eyes shining like daylight. He placed one foot on Mag's chest and then spun around with his heel.

Psychic lightning erupted between him and the half-imprisoned Mag boy.

"But I urge you all to die quickly, green mushrooms."

Karas abruptly pulled back, and the next moment, a colossal beast stood where he had been standing, its large front teeth bulging and its eyes bulging, its broken greatsword pressed against the ground, just like the fate that awaited them.

"You're too slow; you can't even save your little psionic wizard."

Karas spoke sarcastically, but his gaze was fixed on the sky. The psionicist sensed the presence that was about to descend.

"Where did all these green-skinned fleets come from?!"

On the other side, Hades, who had been listening to the Eighth Route Army and keeping an eye on all sides, let out a sharp explosion. The warp above Baal was almost riddled with holes. Amidst the chaotic battle of the human fleets, Hades, having received orders from Big Tooth, sent countless green-skinned fleets out of the warp.

The moment Hades saw them, he knew these greenskins intended to hurl ships at Baal, just as the Death Guards used to do.

However, unlike other ships, there were a great many of them – their crude yet massive size ensured that they would not be easily intercepted and disintegrated by ground-based missiles.

If he weren't in his Star God form, Hades would probably be sweating profusely. He could tell just how much logistics support was needed to sustain this entire fleet—wait, this can't be right!

Why would a Greenskin clan have such a large-scale logistics system?!

Hades realized once again that this greenskin race had to be eliminated today, but at this moment, in addition to the greenskins, there were also the Khorne forces lurking nearby. Hades felt that he had already detected at least three "Alpha Primarchs".

He didn't dare leave directly; the Alphas were neither too close nor too far away, and it was hard to say when they would arrive.

"I will then have a 1 minute and 42 second shift in focus,"

Hades said, addressing Blake and Callas,

"To resolve the threat from the sky, but my power remains. Swift action—no more talk, and try not to drag it out until I come in person."

Karas sneered and muttered a curse, while Blake remained silent, seemingly feeling somewhat remorseful.

"You! Kid!"

Callas shouted, with a forced smile.

"Get this done quickly, my overtime is almost over."

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Blake muttered something.

The big front tooth raised the broken sword and saw the Black Butcher once again shrouded in darkness. The Butcher's figure became larger, deeper, and more terrifying to it, as if it instinctively feared him.

Slowly moving forward, the butcher, seemingly still unaccustomed to his new body, was engulfed in black flames. Beside him stood a grinning human wizard, wielding a scepter, with evil psionic lightning crackling around him.

Behind them, a colossal dark deity was slowly rising into the sky, nearly tearing apart the atmosphere of Baal.

Behind the front teeth, the injured Mag groaned in pain.

"Is this the end?"

Mag's soft voice sounded behind it.

"Although I would like to say that I would not have recommended facing him in advance—I had a great fight with this psionicist today, so I have no regrets."