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

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Today, I'm also here because I invited Hades over, and I'll take the opportunity to check the branch nodes of Nirvana.

"but,"

Hades changed the subject, remembering the Black Stone Storage Resonance Matrix that he had just been asked to divide.

Another masterpiece of the Mechanics Cult at Blackstone Technology. The design and process were already perfect, and Hades did not think there was anything that needed to be improved.

"Excuse my bluntness... but you're doing all this in hopes of helping Fugen?"

Fernus paused for a moment, then nodded. For some reason, Hades felt that this holographic projection was more emotional.

"So, where is Fugen now?"

I couldn't find him.

Fernus was telling the truth.

[I had my sights set on the Emperor, awaiting his demise—but the Lord of Humanity told me that at the moment of the Emperor's fall, Fugen, taking advantage of the Emperor's unstable state, deliberately severed his connection with him.]

Hades opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"So, Fugen himself successfully escaped the emperor's control?!"

Finus nodded.

He doesn't know I'm looking for him—he's actively choosing his own path, and I'm proud of that, but I hope he gets back in touch with the Empire soon.

As long as Fugen appears on the Empire's territory, Fernus can guarantee that he will detect Fugen's presence within thirteen seconds; the roots of Nirvana are spread throughout the entire galaxy.

Based on this deduction, Finus does not believe that Fugen is currently at his peak; he may even be weaker than he was before.

According to calculations, it is unlikely that Fugen himself would sever ties with the emperor unless he sought help from other forces or paid a sufficient price.

With Macado's condition currently unstable, Finus is unable to obtain any further news about Fugan, so he can only wait.

While waiting, I asked Hades for help.

Hades pondered that he indeed had no news about Fugen. In fact, Hades would focus most of his attention on beings that might threaten the Empire. If he judged a being to be of insufficient level, Hades would automatically lower its priority.

Even with Primarchs, Hades wouldn't pay them much attention. Aside from Mortalian and Guilliman, Primarchs without the support of a large legion are unlikely to incite widespread chaos.

Oh, and there's also Phenus of the Nirvana system, and Magnus who can perform psionic nuclear explosions.

The priority of other primitives is automatically reduced.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any other news about Fugen either—but I think he'll contact the Empire as soon as possible."

Finus nodded. Their information was basically the same, and in the face of reason and logic, most of their conclusions should be consistent.

【…】

Fernus paused for a moment, then decided to continue with the line of reasoning he had calculated. He was acutely aware of Hades’ importance to the Empire, even though the Primarch had never asked anything of anyone before.

If it were his own business, Fernus would not have pleaded, but this was not just his business.

Please continue to follow Fugen; I would be grateful for your continued support.

Hades glanced at him, his tone complex.

“No need for that, it’s just a small favor. I also intend to return the Primarch to the Empire. I think Fuggen will be happy to have a close friend like you.”

Phenus shook his head.

He may have forgotten a lot; we haven't seen each other for so long. I'm not sure if he'll be the same person he used to be, but I will continue to search for him.

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【? ? ? 】

"Chaos—a Chaos being has fallen?!?"

"??! Utterly absurd! Utterly illogical!!! Where are we, the Time Technicians?! Why has our vision of the universe been blinded?!"

Within the vast, desolate tomb, roars echoed above the kneeling army of the dead. The king's rage was like a raging fire from the heavens, causing even the lowest-ranking, selfless soldiers to tremble instinctively.

The guards of the Stellar Scythe quickly dragged a trembling creature through the ranks, tossing the unfortunate worm atop the Silent King's throne, its head pressed reverently against the earth.

"You disgrace the glory of the dead."

A fierce light flashed in his eyes. Behind the throne of Silent King Szalak, the fragments of the Star God imprisoned by the Netherworld Craftsman were wailing in agony, adding a touch of ruthlessness to this king who never spilled blood.

A crisp metallic clang rang out beneath his feet, and the Time Technician kowtowed frantically to the ground. Before the silent army, each clang seemed increasingly faint.

"There is interference from the device!"

The space necromancer cried out, trembling.

"As you command, we have been monitoring the galaxy—but none of the surveillance agencies of any dynasty have detected it! Something is deliberately obscuring our view!"

There is an entity that deliberately obscures the vision of those who fear death...

The Silent King felt displeased. It struck its throne. Eldar? No… Eldar were already extinct; or perhaps it was the ancient greenskins?

Could it be... a human?

No...impossible; could these apes have reached this level on their own without the support of the ancient sages?

"I grant you a chance—what exists in this clamor?"

The space necromancer remained silent for a moment. Before this, it had discussed the matter with other time technicians and technicians from different fields.

They now have two answers.

Generally speaking, the Silent King's former time engineer possessed a far more insightful perspective than the Fearful Ones, and it was impossible for the Astrologer Orikan to remain unresponsive to this.

But this time, there was no word from Orichen.

At the same time, to deceive the observation equipment of the Death-fearers... requires a sufficient understanding of the Death-fearers' technology and the nature of their observations.

However, the Death-fearing objected, noting that the last time the Death-fearing had observed Orikan was at the courthouse entrance, where it was fighting with Tarachin.

It is quite possible that Tarachin led Orikan into some trouble that prevented the great astrologer from issuing an immediate warning.

This is quite possible. Historically, Orikan disappeared for a long time, even leading the Necromancers to believe it was dead—but they later learned that Orikan had fallen into Tarasin's trap.

Therefore, it could be Euricane.

But it's unlikely to be Eurycan.

Another answer is...

"As far as we know, the human empire is raising a new star god—Pluto."

? !

The Silent King suddenly stood up, and the star god fragments struggling and wailing behind it cast a dazzling light, the green light outlining its backlit body.

"Raising star gods?"

The Silent King slowly uttered these words.

Did these lowly races embark on the path before becoming the Fearful Ones? Did they nurture a Star God... attempting to use the Star God to fight against Chaos?

It's time to go back.

The galaxy needs its true masters, not to continue tolerating the insults leveled against it by these inferior races.

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"Damn Lord of Humanity!"

Orekan cursed and kicked the dimly lit Tuchucha engine. On the other side of the sphere-like engine was the shattered, broken ring-shaped Ouroboros device, and the Plague Heart at the bottom of the Ouroboros.

Tarasin, who was carefully adjusting the proportions of the psionic fragments, glanced at Orikan.

"how?"

"He promised me the Three Sacred Treasures! But now Ouroboros is shattered! That was his plan from the start!!! To tear Ouroboros apart using two timelines! What a brilliant scheme!!!"

Uh—oh my god, that's scary.

Tarasin thought casually that it was good that his partner was Hades.

Taracin decided not to tell Orikan about the royal key and the army that the Sage King had recently sent.

It was truly a kind-hearted, death-fearing being.

"But you still have the Tuchucha Engine and the Heart of Plague,"

Tarasin said,

"Isn't that enough time for you to waste?"

"Guards! Guards!!!"

Orikan roared. Its body was now dim, returning to the standard of a normal space necromancer. It could continue to maintain a high-energy state, but Orikan did not know why it had given up on doing so.

Perhaps it's simply because it can't stand the detachment of a high-energy state and needs a normal state to stabilize its personality.

In reality, Oriken still exists in the sky above the current river of time; the guardian of time and destiny will always exist—as long as Oriken successfully ascends to the highest level after this.

This is also Orikan's sole and only purpose: to ascend to the highest level, to break free from the shackles of race and the fate of time, for it has no sympathy for its own kind.

"What are you doing again?"

"Eurican scoffed."

"Didn't you see my actions over time?"

Tarasin answered casually, still focused intently on adjusting his psionic energy. If the ratio was wrong, it and Orikan could restart together after the psionic explosion.

"..."

"You've grasped the shadow of the ancient sage."

"Just a broken madman."

Talazin said that after speaking with Mortarion, the idea that the Old Ones might store some of the Fearful Ones took root in its logic code.

Yes—why should they seek answers from a newly emerging race? They could easily ask their mortal enemies.

"You're crazy."

Orichen said firmly,

"Why are you—"

"So, do you see my future fate, Eurycan?"

Tarasin said that it took a tremendous amount of effort to capture this fragment of the Ancient One, something that humans couldn't capture with a spherical stasis field.

At the moment of Slaanesh’s birth, there was indeed an Old One who had been forgotten by the galaxy, but he had gone mad or was just a fragment. Tarachin was unsure how much information he could obtain.

Euricane remained strangely silent for a moment, then stopped speaking.

"All right!"

Tarachin has finally prepared the food and will try feeding it to the Ancient One, hoping that the poor, mad Ancient One will enjoy this psionic feast.

This is extremely blasphemous. In the era of the Fear of Death, Tarasim would probably have been executed, along with his entire clan.

Of course, no one who fears death would do such a crazy thing; the fear of death is an extremely repressed race.

"So, Your Excellency Orikan, Star Master, Guardian and Defender of Fate and Time, former collaborator of the Lord of Humanity, do you wish to renew the truce between us? I am about to challenge the entire Necromancer Realm alone—"

I have embarked on a path of heresy and transgression, with no turning back.

Eurycan sneered and accepted the ceasefire agreement from Tarasin.

"Who do you think is hiding the truth about the entire space necromancer, Tarachin?"

"..."

"?!"

Taracin turned around abruptly; the Necromancer of Space would monitor the entire galaxy—it had forgotten all about this!

Orikan gave a forced, insincere smile.

That's all!

...Well, reality is often more fascinating than fiction.

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