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

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The Grey Phoenix sometimes wakes up at night, unsure of what kind of monster Hades and Magnus have raised.

The Greenskins are born from war, and the entire race is unstable. Their development is entirely for the sake of war, and generally speaking, this civilization does not have the potential for long-term development.

But in this clan, Fugen saw a possibility... a possibility... a long-term development.

This possibility frightened Fugen, as the Greenskins' development speed and integration efficiency far exceeded that of humans.

Now, under the leadership of Warlord Fang, the Underworld Clan is stabilizing its infrastructure in the rear while launching targeted wars at the front, throwing new generations of greenskins into the Blood Lord's territory to evolve them. As a result, the Underworld Clan is growing and expanding at an astonishing rate.

What exactly do they want to do?

A faint unease lingered in Fugen's heart, but he had neither the will nor the power to change it. If one had to say, he should also be counted as an accomplice of the Underworld Clan in escaping the Emperor's control by relying on the spiritual power of the Underworld Clan.

He once tried to speak with the leader of the Underworld Clan, the Great Tooth, who was now taller than the Primarch, reaching the size of Mortarion after his nature was unleashed, and seemed poised to continue growing.

Fugen then realized that Hades' political skills seemed to have been learned by these greenskins as well.

The green-skinned warlord even knows how to play mind games and feign compliance with him, but beyond that, he is not merely cunning like other greenskins. The Primarch can sense that he is striving for some greater cause.

What would it be?

The Primarch's political acumen is far superior to that of a Greenskin. Although the Warlord is making rapid progress in his conversation with Fuchsun, Fuchsun still manages to glean some insights.

This warlord, who leads a clan unlike any other, has returned to his roots as a Greenskin.

First, it wants to defeat Hades so that Hades will fully recognize the Greenskins as a race and bestow blessings upon them; second, it wants its Greenskin kingdom to replicate the glory of the human empire and kill the remaining false gods.

Therefore, this green skin's infrastructure has always been benchmarked against the human empire.

Fugen was sweating profusely.

He realized he might be witnessing the beginnings of a massive war.

But during their conversation, the intelligent green-skinned warlord was also evolving rapidly, and Fugen was certain that this green-skinned creature wouldn't let him relay the message back.

If he goes back, this greenskin will likely use the fact that he cooperated with greenskins to slander him, letting the matter circulate within the Empire.

But he also...

There is no motivation to do this.

Fugen felt sorrow, but he was unwilling to return to the Empire now. The Primarch's pride had long been taken away, and he was not even as strong as Koz.

He didn't want humans to see his current appearance, or at least he didn't want his brothers to see him in his current wretched state.

The once glorious phoenix has long since faded into mediocrity. It has neither been destroyed by fire nor has it completely become dregs. Nor has it achieved true transcendence or mastery of the path to perfection.

He's just like an ordinary person now.

They are unwilling to accept the status quo, but powerless to change it.

This is the suffering of mediocrity.

Now, Fugen no longer wants to be abruptly thrown onto the stage in this state. When the spotlight is on him, he only feels panic and shame.

During his years serving the emperor, he was also forced to commit many crimes.

So... leaving quietly and unknown is not an unbearable option.

Choose a corner where no one can see you, and endure this suffering alone.

Silent Eye is an excellent choice.

I had already made up my mind.

Fugen said,

Thank you all for your help.

"No, no, no, no,"

Mag quickly waved his hand.

"This guest from another race, it was you who led us to this land of dreams filled with war and bloodshed, and it was you who taught us so much. It was our wishful thinking to free you from your shackles."

Fugen paused for a moment, staring at the spellbook hanging from the black stone chain at Mag's waist, and the shoulder ornament made of crimson and bright blue feathers. The familiar yet different style made Fugen's eyelids twitch.

No matter how many times he's seen it, Fugen will never get used to it.

Unlike Warlord, Magnus is... kinder and more humble, just like the self-description Magnus made of himself.

Fugen also found it hard to imagine how Magnus had taught the Magnetos. Could the Red Primarch have really put his heart into teaching these greenskins?

That's...very possible.

In addition, this Magpie can even break the Emperor's human magic, although the Greenskins have to pay a price to remove the Emperor's mark.

Fugen took a deep breath.

You... astonish me. I have never seen such humble and rational greenskins.

"This is a gift from Hades and the Crimson King."

Mag said seriously, but then his expression turned worried.

“I understand your desire to live in seclusion, but do you really want to choose the Eye of Silence? There is still a low concentration of dark energy within the Eye of Silence. Staying there for a long time will gradually wear down your soul until it disappears completely.”

This is exactly what I've been hoping for.

Fugen lowered his head and subconsciously touched the bracelet given to him by the Underworld Clan. Incredulous, because of the Emperor's perverse tastes, Fugen was not allowed to wear any ornaments for aesthetic purposes other than those that were functional.

After learning this, and after Fugen immediately broke free from the emperor's control and discarded his previous bracelet, Mag the Kid specially gifted Fugen a bracelet for purely aesthetic purposes.

Despite the aesthetic... the bracelet, shimmering with fluorescent green, was engraved with the high Gothic phrase "Thank you, friend," and the slogan was even fluorescent pink, leaving Fugen feeling speechless.

Mag Boy knew Fugen's concerns, so he didn't choose the green-skinned style to put Fugen in a difficult position, but this humanoid style was strange enough.

But this is, after all,... Fugen smiled.

After confirming that there were no problems, Fugen put on the bracelet.

Unexpectedly, the first act of kindness he received in ten thousand years came from the Greenskin.

They're still the greenskins trained by Magnus.

【and,】

Fu Gen said, a wry smile appearing on his lips.

My former friend died in Kadia. I returned hoping to find some information about him, or at least... find a few remains.

Mag put his hand on his chest.

"I am sorry to hear this news. In that case, the Underworld Clan will no longer try to keep you. May our next encounter be a war that is truly epic."

"I'm also sorry, Warlord, I have other matters to attend to and cannot personally see you off."

Fugen waved his hand, his eyes unreadable, and finally turned around and stepped onto the ship that the green-skinned man had prepared for him without looking back.

He was finally free.

In the distance, a silent eye is watching him.

……

"Barr."

The green-skinned warlord spoke in a gruff voice, pointing at the map again. Based on the reports from the seven warlords at the front, it confirmed that Khorne was about to attack Baal, and the Blood Lord's psionic clouds were gathering in this star system.

"This time it won't be a smokescreen."

The big front tooth asserted that in the battle against Khorne, it discovered that the Blood Lords, known for their war prowess, were exceptionally cunning and treacherous in their tactics, and that they especially needed to be wary of the Fallen Space Marines and Demons who looked alike.

"But why would He go to Baal? Does He disdain fighting us?"

In recent years, Big Tooth has been dedicated to farming Khorne Demons as experience monsters, and the techniques taught to it by Hades have allowed its clan to escape unscathed every time.

Behind the large front teeth, its think tank whispered among themselves, and then a very old-looking green-skinned man stepped out.

"The greatest boss, the birdman on Baal."

"We believe that Khorne is definitely no match for us, so we hope to get the Big Birdman."

The Great Birdman... yet another Primarch.

Big Tooth realized that the role of a Primarch was immense. The Underworld Clan first received the favor of the Crimson King and stepped into the Gate of Supreme Psionic Power. Then, guided by the Nameless Phoenix, they found the Kingdom of War and Blood.

During this time, they also tried to find other personalities of the Crimson King, but to no avail.

"Then let's go take a look too."

Big Tooth said that with the decrease in wars, the development of the Underworld Clan has gradually slowed down.

"Where are Hades and the guy who touched his face now..."

It looked at the star map.

"Still in the hazy star field."

However, the human empire's bullets are very fast, and Hades and his army could reach Baal in a short time.

Will He come?

No, the great and all-knowing Hades will surely come.

The Underworld clans are currently no match for him... but it can show Hades just how much his unloved second son has grown.

The big front tooth unconsciously stroked the ornaments bestowed upon it by Hades. Unlike the foolish greens, the big front tooth had long realized that they were merely products of Hades's helpless actions.

But it still couldn't understand why Hades treated them with such patience when they were tools that could be discarded at will.

He forged them with his own hands, making them the sharpest blades in the world.

The front tooth couldn't understand, but it didn't need to.

It will offer its grandest war to their Hades!

It's time to present Hades with the Hades clan's annual war report!

…………

[Should we lead the green-skinned people towards Baal?]

Omega spoke slowly, then chuckled.

[A wild idea.]

Abaddon looked smugly at the sluggish Primarch. Primarchs were nothing special. From his past experiences, Abaddon had come to realize that Primarchs were just mortals with exceptional abilities, and their hearts might even be far more corrupt than those of ordinary people.

“Didn’t you want to throw Baal into chaos? Didn’t you want that man to be disappointed in them? I think a greenskin clan that he raised is enough to make that gold guy nauseous.”

"And at this time..."

Abaddon squinted.

"Our opportunity has arrived."

…………

【Barr】

In that place where blood and fire raged.

In that place rejected by the sun.

Breathing, every breath was painful enough, as if tearing open the flesh inside my chest cavity.

The blood-soaked armor of the corpses lay before him, piled one on top of another, stretching into the distance where the iron chains clanged.

The chains continued to sway, a soft clanging coming from the circular altar. Where the chains converged, a dull thud roared from within the Iron Maiden, whose wings were folded on her back, mixed with the most vile curses and wails in the world.

With each impact, the extremely thick chain, violently wrapped around the Iron Maiden, would tremble once.

The scabs and rust peeled off together.

One hundred and sixty-nine candles were evenly placed around the edge of the circular platform, their golden flames burning fiercely. Black blood seeped from beneath the giant Iron Maiden's feet, trickling down the uneven runes on the platform and finally dripping onto the side wall, where it congealed into tear stains.

Breathing, breathing...

The Lord of Red Sand's eyes were now only filled with crimson. He sat on the guard's chair facing the round platform, his arms draped over his legs, one hand loosely holding a battle axe.

It starts again...

Angron thought to himself, took a deep breath, feeling the endless anger and thirst in the air, and resolutely released his mental link, just as he had done countless times before.

Before the mental link reached its destination, Angron flinched slightly for a moment.

But he eventually managed to connect.