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

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"For Ryan!!!"

The golden flames and the black helmets seemed to be clearly separated. The Dark Angels advanced, and the Space Marines raised their swords to slice off the skulls of the Great Demons. Strange beings appeared from time to time in both camps, but the First Legion and the Macado tacitly refrained from inquiring about each other's secrets.

They all knew they were not an asset in this battle, and their true purpose in coming here was after the war—to await Slaanesh's death.

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"come out--!!"

"Salaman!!!! You come out here!!!"

The network trembled, and a thunderous roar resounded deafeningly. Within the largest network, unmanned fleets followed Hades' footsteps, indiscriminately bombarding the defensive structures attached to the network.

Countless fallen creatures screamed and vanished into nothingness. The black behemoth marched angrily, its massive body filling the entire web, slowly and laboriously wrestling with the psionic energy that filled the entire web.

You can no longer observe Him; darkness descends like an eternal night, interspersed with noisy specks of light in the space, forever swallowing this path.

On the other side, Mortarion waved his scythe expressionlessly, the giant scythe whistling through the wind, refusing death, refusing death, refusing, refusing, no one would die in his mist.

"Perhaps you can save your energy, Hades."

The road ahead is long.

The Primitive said that what responded to him was a trembling web.

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They are coming.

Leon walked inside the tower, looked into the distance, and confirmed one last time that the beacon was correct.

He then sat at the Comoros control panel, looking exhausted.

He looked at the tormented god and felt his will being tested.

Aisha is dead, killed by the greedy Slaanesh. She was torn apart and devoured bit by bit while she was still alive, her flesh ripped out and eaten.

Then Aisha's place was taken by Slaanesh. The lion forced himself to open his eyes and look at Slaanesh, whose monstrous creatures were emerging from his rotting belly like a honeycomb.

The tide of decadence is impacting Leon, but he will stand firm. He is the first son, the model for all, and he will never be corrupted.

Broken skyscrapers are everywhere, and amidst this jungle of steel and concrete, a pregnant woman, resembling a newborn, is taking refuge.

Leon looked up and saw that the gaping hole in the net, forcibly opened by Slaanesh, was now veiled in layers of mist, exchanging matter with the warp. The entire Comoros was now like a semi-open egg.

And now, giants from the outside world are knocking on this seemingly fragile egg.

Each strike caused the Slaanesh to scream in agony, the screams layered upon each other, overlapping with the screams emanating from the warp.

The forest mist rose at the lion king's feet, and he was certain that time had begun to flow—he was so certain of this because he had experienced it firsthand before.

Right above Caliban.

He desperately wanted to kill Slaanesh, but he couldn't. The lion calmly accepted this, or perhaps it was because his other obsessions were too strong.

Faced with all this, the individual can do very little.

The lion remained silent. The Comoros had transformed him, and he was simply waiting, like a sword placed in a box. He would one day step onto the battlefield to kill his enemies, and he needed to strike with deadly precision.

Leon raised the Lion Sword, using the cold gleam of the blade to reflect his face—his hair was so thick and bushy that he looked even less refined than the wolf king Ruth.

Thinking of this, Leon smiled.

He drew a dagger and, using the light of the lion sword, trimmed his beard and sideburns, wanting to make himself young again—to return to a thousand years ago.

However, he is still unaware of the play his biological father arranged for him.

But he will accept it.

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He's about to wake up.

Ruth snorted. As they approached the anchor point, their ship was finally free of the disgusting shapeshifters, giving them a moment of peace before the great battle.

The Khan glanced at him, then continued wiping his white tiger scimitar.

Riemann Russ was unusually nervous, even though they had come so far, he was nervous just before the mystery was about to be revealed.

He couldn't describe his feelings, just like when he learned that Magnus wasn't a traitor, and then he ran away, far away, trying to make amends.

He once rushed into Tzeentch's labyrinth of transformations, just to find Magnus, who was lost there and forever trapped in the labyrinth, but unexpectedly fell into another dimension.

In the first era, only the cunning and the wicked were the victors and the gods.

It was his unexpected fall that drew Quan's father's attention to this place.

Then comes the present story, where the Father guides the Khan in the Web of Destiny to join him, and then gives them this arduous task—

live.

To survive in another dimension and become one of the only two loyal Primarchs to remain.

Well, or perhaps we could call it a half-dead lion.

And the fallen Dorn.

Look, look, they all say they will never fall into depravity, but in the end, the whole father will only believe in lions, wolves, and eagles.

Ruth grinned.

Khan, we're going to see Hades soon—I haven't really spoken to him yet, so what kind of person is he?

The last time he saw Hades was at the Council of Nicaea.

The Khan pondered for a moment, recalling the anxious Mortarian.

[They generally resemble Barbarosians in appearance, and their personality is one that Mortarion can tolerate.]

Ah—that person must be very forgiving.

Riemann's face contorted as he recalled Mortarian's bad temper.

He was just trying to say something to distract him, but the lion on the stone platform suddenly twitched its finger, and Ruth quickly went over to it.

"You're awake, Leon?"

Ruth asked quietly. Khan glanced sideways. The wolf king was speaking in a soft tone that he himself was unaware of, as if talking to a kitten, but it was indeed a lion.

The barbarian was actually the most sentimental of them all. The Khan sometimes had to be ruthless and wary of the wolf king who had just lost his offspring, but Riemann always pulled through. He was sad, but he always knew where the line was.

This may be why the emperor chose him.

【I--】

Leon stared wide-eyed, not blinking.

I know you want to drink water.

The wolf king quickly took the bowl of water he had treasured. The lion was suffering too much, really too much. Is this how the emperor treats his unwavering offspring?

This time I'm back in Caliban, right?

Leon Johnson sat up abruptly, gripping the wolf king's hand tightly, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

I'm going to blow up Caliban, right?

The wolf king ignored the sharp pain in his arm; he felt a sour taste in his mouth. Ruth opened his mouth...

【right. 】

He said.

This is the emperor's ruthlessness; he wanted his sons to personally destroy his homeland.

Leon Russ, who has permanently lost his homeland, is saddened, but it was Leon's own choice.

After a brief pause,

Okay, I'll go.

Leon Johnson said firmly.

………………

"You're such a bastard."

"This is the third time you've repeated that sentence, Or. I suggest you use a different word, like scum, or moral depravity."

The emperor said casually, looking down and playing with the chess pieces in his hand. Three similar but slightly different lion pieces rose and fell between his fingers.

"Is this how you treat your loyal offspring—you'd be better off—you'd be better off letting your friend Makado or Hades raise them!!!"

"Alfa was actually raised by Makado."

The Lord of Mankind said,

"However... Makado's teaching can be considered a success."

The Emperor glanced sideways at the Blood Pool, which was causing trouble for Alpha. Conflicting concepts and internal contradictions—truly a genius.

“I am grateful to Hades for correcting at least four of my offspring.”

The Lord of Mankind said,

"But... there must be offspring who are loyal to me."

Those who are loyal to you never have a good ending!!!

Or shouted suddenly,

“Nyos! Look at me! Look at Erda! And Macado! You left not a single one of those who once followed you!”

Neos stopped playing with the chess pieces, blinked, and his cheerful, relaxed expression turned into a blank one.

"Give me a chance to change it."

The Lord of Mankind said,

"After everything is over."

Can it really end?

Orl stood up, unsure whether he should say certain things.

"You told me the same thing last time! You lied to me—have you forgotten how the Tower of Babel collapsed?!"

"..."

“But we have already sacrificed so much, Orl.”

The Lord of Mankind said calmly,

"Parents sacrifice their children, wives sacrifice their husbands, and I can lose anything for the final victory—I give up my offspring because all I have now is their loyalty to me, and nothing else."

Or felt himself trembling with rage. The Lord of Humanity was right, even though he often applied double standards, but the question was, had he truly solved the problem? It was the same ten thousand years ago, and it will be the same ten thousand years from now…

"At least Pluto and I are the same kind of people,"

Neos said, looking at the chessboard.

"But he's luckier than me; at least he can still contribute his strength again... We will succeed."

"Don't be angry, Or."

The Lord of Mankind raised his eyes,

"The god is about to fall... We don't need to be discouraged at this moment. Are you discouraged because it's not your turn to kill a god?"

7.2k, great! That's all!

Chapter 688 First Impressions in Comoros, Let's Just Blow It Up

Charge! Charge! Charge!

With its engines roaring, the Stormbird traced a graceful arc in the flight path, exploding dust around it, and debris from enemy ships whizzed past its fuselage, leaving it far behind.

At the end of the internet, that glimmer of light shines even brighter.

Warning! Warning! Warning! Increase! Increase! Increase! The pilot jerked the aircraft up, the nose rose sharply, and it soared into the sky. The pylons screamed—

call!

The wind was howling.

Bright, radiant light, like a veil, draped over the Stormbird's outstretched wings, opening up their view and revealing the entire world before their eyes.