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

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A battle cry suddenly rang out from behind the cathedral.

The visitor was not Magg Boy.

Karas suddenly flew up, armor fragments and blood splattering through the air. In his distorted vision, he saw the Primarch's towering figure, the Crimson Alpha dragging his spear, appearing on the ground.

The timid man hiding behind the scenes finally revealed his true colors.

And this means...

Karas thought,

Hades, that idiot, is finally almost back.

Yay! That's all!

Chapter 717 Chaos on the ground! underground!

Magnus paused for a moment.

For a psyker, this was an extremely ominous feeling—it meant that the warp was hinting at something unsettling that was about to happen.

So, what could it be?

Magnus stopped turning the pages with his bare hands. He stroked the pages thoughtfully. In the wise man's library, a bright future was slowly taking shape.

Gifted psionic sages are permitted entry into the library of Magnus the Sage, where Magnus and his Grey Knights will personally instruct them in sensing the pulse of psionic energy.

Knowledge should not be confined—fools are prevented from entering the temple of knowledge, but the wise should not be blocked.

So… Magnus pondered for a moment, wondering what had happened that made the warp send him such an unsettling signal?

What would this be?

………………

"Another Primarch."

"Front Tooth," it said gruffly, panting as it stared at the Primarch. The stamina it had expended fighting Black was rapidly recovering; the previous battle was merely an appetizer.

As for the Blood Red Alpha...

The green-skinned Warlord is no stranger.

Guided by the Grey Phoenix Fugen, his Underworld clans have been relentlessly attacking Khorne's territory, using the war against Khorne to upgrade the Greenskins.

The Greenskins live by war, and for this race, the Khorne Territory in the Warp is a land of promises flowing with honey and milk.

"Are you a fake? Or the real Alpha?"

Hot air billowed from its large mouth with its front teeth. Alpha, almost identical Alphas, whose green-skinned leaders had fought against the Alpha "Primarch" many times. Sometimes, two "Alphas" would appear at the same time and declare themselves to be the true Primarch.

It is precisely the Alphas that make it difficult for the Orks to farm Khorne experience.

Shifting positions, spreading false intelligence, or even leading the underworld clan's brats to believe they are Alpha and then defect—this is definitely not what Big Tooth wants to see.

However, this approach proved effective in the Khorne's battle against the Greenskin Underworld Clan, leading to an increasing number of Alphas joining the fight.

Until Big Teeth was the first to decide to jump out of this war that was gradually changing its style.

"If you are an imposter... then that would be extremely rude."

Its large front teeth grinned, its blood boiling from the successful battle with the Black Butcher! Get up! Yes! That's the feeling, a furious battle where life and death are at stake!

After many years, the Black Butcher's axe swings have become more and more skillful, wide and sweeping. Many times, he has completely abandoned defense in his attacks, a strategy rarely used by the human race, but the Black Butcher has mastered it!

If he weren't human, the Black Butcher could easily have become a renowned warlord!

Instead of being at the beck and call of human psionicists as they are now—even though that little psionic can is quite powerful.

"Don't act rashly."

Karas whispered, the blood at the corner of his mouth already dried.

A psionic rope bound him and Blake beside him, and healing white light flowed down from the psionic rope, stopping the bleeding and causing new shoots to grow from the rotting flesh.

A psionic shield enveloped Karas and Black, Karas's muscles tensed, clearly extremely wary of the Blood Primarchs who had stormed into the battlefield.

There was a seemingly blank moment on the battlefield.

However, in Karas's channel communications, countless torpedoes soared over the star system above Baal, the shadows of Thunderhawks and Stormbirds dogfighting loomed in the clouds, the Titan swarm was rapidly shifting, and the Knights Guard at the feet of the Divine Machines roared with the clang of their chainsaws.

As of now, with the Death Guard and the Cult of the Underworld still stationed at the main battlefield of Slaanesh's death, the star system near Baal is being jointly defended by the World Eaters and Ultramarines' fleets. The intrusion of Abaddon's forces has further complicated the situation in the skies above the planet.

The blood mist enveloping the planet's atmosphere also hinders ground-to-air support.

The air force mostly fought at low altitudes, providing transportation and real-time map updates to the ground as much as possible. Occasionally, long-winged monsters would take flight, causing a few rumbles of thunder to flash in the clouds.

Booz led his Dark Children, along with a company of World Eaters, to board the giant greenskins Titans. As a result, the three Titan squads on the ground were also reassigned. However, the largest Titan force brought by the Death Guard remained on standby at the position behind the Cathedral, awaiting Karas's orders.

All large enemy units attempting to enter the vicinity of the Cathedral using non-psychic teleportation methods will be eliminated by this army.

Karas was initially very confident, believing he could stop any idiot who dared to teleport face-to-face with him, but he was wrong, terribly wrong.

First came an outrageously large green-skinned creature, then a corrupted Primarch blessed by Khorne himself.

What's next?

Amidst the spatial distortion caused by psionic energy, Karas remained completely unmoved; he didn't even have the energy to roll his eyes anymore.

Another psionic greenskin successfully arrived on the battlefield.

The newcomer was none other than the green-skinned creature that Karas had mocked.

This gave almost all the human forces present another mental shock; the resemblance was simply too great.

People don't even need to describe its appearance or temperament; just by standing there, you can tell at a glance who it is "paying homage" to.

Fortunately, the guards sealing off this area are all taciturn Death Guards, Karas thought to himself, otherwise someone would definitely have exclaimed that name.

really--

"Magnus?!"

This was shouted by the mortal followers of Khorne, it had nothing to do with the Death Guard, nothing to do with Karas, none of them thought that the green-skinned guy with the red wig looked like Magnus.

Magnus...

Alpha gave a fake smile as he looked at the somewhat astonished Magbling—the greenskin seemed not to have expected to see the Primarch here.

This is the first time I've witnessed Magnus's folly so clearly, even though you've always been on my intelligence list, Magnus kid.

Magboy almost never appears on the front lines. It seems to have been deliberately hidden by Big Tooth. If it weren't for Alpha's intelligence system deducing that there was a psionicist in the Underworld Clan who was about to reach the Super Alpha level, Magboy would almost never have been discovered by anyone.

The green-skinned warlord seemed surprised by Magboy's sudden arrival. He opened his mouth with his big front teeth, about to scold Magboy, but stopped the moment his beady eyes turned to Karas.

"Is that so? That's fine."

Big Tooth grinned, twirled his heavy sword, and walked a few steps to Mag's side.

Magg Boy raised the scepter in its hand and stared intently at Karas.

"I have indeed been restricting you for too long."

“This was my own choice, and it’s none of your business—but I sincerely apologize for my negligence.”

Mag Boy said, glancing nervously at the blood-red Alpha.

"Blood Red Alpha!"

Mag shouted,

"Get away from here. I will fight this powerful human psionicist to the death. I believe you will respect this duel and stay away—because your path to becoming a Blood Lord lies right here."

This statement clearly stunned everyone except for Mag Kid, resulting in a brief silence. Then, the big-toothed guy next to Mag Kid quickly added...

"Put away that arrogant look on your face, you depraved shrimp. I don't think you want to be enemies with the Underworld Clan right now—I just want to see Hades, and I'm not interested in your plan to get the Great Birdman."

wonderful.

Alpha thought to himself, "Brilliant! Sure enough, the green-skinned ones or Magnus will bring me a different kind of surprise."

However, just before he was about to feign agreement, a flash of light, a pure and rapidly flashing psionic lightning bolt, struck him directly.

"Damn it, did any of you ask for my opinion?!"

Callas grinned and cursed.

"You son of a bitch! Listen up! You green-skinned wizard who doesn't look green—now! Fight along with your grandpa Karas and this idiot!!!"

"A one-on-one fight? One-on-one fights are something only sissies do!"

But you just launched a challenge against the green-skinned big teeth,

Blake wanted to say that, but he swallowed the words, because Karas had already charged out, his psychic power making him look unusually large and furious. The Death Guardian psychic casually handed his front teeth to Blake.

Ok.

Blake thought to himself, "But I'm not a sissy."

He raised his axe, suddenly meeting the murderous gaze of the man with the large front teeth.

"Come and fight!"

………………

"wrong."

Hades suddenly spoke, frowning as he reached up and outstretched his hand, as if sensing something.

"The Khorneian energy above us has intensified. There may be Khorneian forces casting spells directly above us. Khorneian power is approaching us through some kind of conductor. The Earth's crust above us is connecting to the warp—how ​​is the archangel now?"

As Mortalian dragged him along, Guilliman looked down and gazed at the sleeping Saint Gilles.

He's doing okay for now, but his facial expressions are somewhat inconsistent.

really.

Hades gritted his teeth. The longer it dragged on, the more uneasy he felt about the situation on the ground. At the same time, he was also worried about letting these Primarchs leave on their own—the Archangel's psychic energy and the Blood Lord's psychic energy were constantly resonating, and Hades had to ensure that Saint Gilles' psychic energy was not contaminated.

“It’s too late. We can’t keep the ground army waiting too long! I’m going to use the Dark Domain to surround us all, and then charge straight out. I’ll use short-range physical teleportation—but I think you can handle it.”

You can handle it, right?

Guilliman thought to himself, and he looked up sharply, wanting to find answers from Mortalian, but unfortunately, Mortalian had a rather frightening expression on his face.

I don't want to ask if we can make it, because the answer is obvious, but I want to ask if Saint Gilles will be alright, right?

Angloon's psionic communication rang out between the three of them at just the right moment.

Killieman looked up again and met Angron's desperate gaze.

But what made them even more desperate was that Mortarian did not answer the question immediately.

As the dark abyss slowly enveloped the Primarchs, making them dizzy and nauseous, Mortarion's pale and weak voice rang out.

Be resilient.

Mortarian said that the final rift in the Dark Realm then closed, plunging all the Primarchs present into darkness.

The keyboard is broken, and the new one is being mailed. It uses the keyboard that came with the laptop, so there are fewer keys than usual.

No more.

And, spiders, pigs, waaaaah, why do I get stabbed while watching a live stream?

Chapter 718 Hades! Hades!

Terra

"You're back."

The old man, hunched over, leaned against the door, watching the middle-aged man sitting in the chair inside the room slowly get up.

Neos blinked.

"Where is Orl? He's not with you?"

Makado chuckled and shrugged.

"He was very interested in your offspring, so I told him how you raised Horus Lupecal and how I taught Alpha—he is now unwilling to talk to me."

The Lord of Humanity's gaze paused for a moment.

“You shouldn’t talk about your time with Alpha, my friend. He won’t understand your style.”