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

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Nios said,

"I regret that they are still somewhat superficial, after all, no one's vision can span a thousand years and see through the future and the past."

“Your self-praise is too crude. I suggest you study the Book of Words, Neos.”

Or said that, following the prompting of the Lord of Mankind, looking up at the upper level of the chessboard, wolves and falcons came riding the wind, bringing with them a sleeping lion.

The alien star-keeper is currently measuring the weight of the stars.

They arrived as promised in the eerie bright blue sky.

This is another gamble, a gamble where everything is at stake—

The game that reveals the true face of the Lord of Mankind is that he is a gambler addicted to gambling.

……

"Success."

Orikan said that the manipulator raised a device in his hand that resembled an enlarged handcuff, a bright white ring with spikes protruding from the outside, a pure energy body, which looked like a head covering to obscure his eyes.

"Can this thing really temporarily block Hades's vision?"

“I said yes, and that means yes, Tarasin.”

"Alright alright."

Tarachin grinned and raised his hands in surrender, then looked into the distance where the Sea of ​​Time converged, and he saw two completely different outcomes.

……

"So when will they anchor?"

Orl turned his head to look at the tired eagle and wolf. The wolf pack was still howling around the sleeping lion. It was obvious that the Lord of Man had exploited them.

"One of them needs to get off the train early, while the rest need to go to the earliest anchor point."

Neos said that Or felt the human king was about to tell a joke that wasn't funny at all.

"Then they can open Schrödinger's box and see if the lion is dead or alive."

as predicted.

“Your sense of humor is terrible, Neos.”

Orl awkwardly took a sip of coffee, while Neos remained indifferent.

“Then come back with me—you really should meet Hades; I think you’ll like his sense of humor.”

Does your new friend know that you betrayed him like this?

"He knows, of course he knows. I think he's talking to my fourteenth son right now about how to make me get hemorrhoids—they're wrong, terribly wrong. Great and perfect humans don't grow such frail lumps of flesh."

Crouching dragon and phoenix chick.

Orl recalled that during the years they had worked together, the Lord of Mankind had never been so humorous—

Unfortunately, the internet age came later, and for a period of time, Neos really loved deconstructionism, and incidentally absorbed a lot of human dry humor.

Deconstructionism, perhaps an abyss that even the immortals cannot avoid, Olpeson would call it the adolescent phase of the immortals.

But later they will find that deconstructing everything cannot build anything solid, so those traditional things that can build walls have returned, such as religion. At least in this 40k Empire version, religion is a panacea—or rather, an anesthetic.

Or sighed, his eyes flickering. He stared at the Lord of Humanity with a complex expression, his lips moving slightly.

"You really want to kill a god?"

"Yes, god-slayer,"

Neos spoke in an exaggerated aria,

"Godslayer—I was almost moved to tears. They didn't even need me to come. Praise Hades! People finally realized that I was just a passerby."

Orl's eye twitched. He could sense that Neos had very little power left—where had all that faith power gone? Had it all been given to the wolves and eagles above?

"The one who advised you to wear the crown won't be happy."

Orl glanced at the ornate chess pieces lurking in the shadows on the table, and the three swords of the old woman were displayed at the emperor's feet. Presumably, he had his own ulterior motives for the previous Eldar expedition.

"After this battle, I will have a good talk with him."

Neos lowered the corners of his mouth.

“I realized where I had overlooked—Caliph had also corrupted him, but I don’t think we should change this cycle.”

Orl stared at Neos. He had rarely seen the emperor so relaxed and cheerful. This guy always had a stern face, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Perhaps in his eyes, the naivety of the next day will collapse.

So what about now? After all your friends have left or betrayed you, have you finally let go?

Thinking of this, Orl wanted to sigh again. Including Macardo, no immortal was willing to follow him permanently, but it seemed that none of them were of enough importance—the only one who could truly make the Lord of Humanity frown was Chaos.

The wind howled outside; time was almost up.

Or cleared his mind of the chaotic thoughts. This was a fortunate thing. He was about to witness the first case of a human killing a god. He should be happy, not be dragged into the prison of memories by Neos.

After that, he should still get together and chat with people like Makado.

Orl thought of this and looked away.

"So, round one."

Orl turned to the side, and in the howling wind of the dark night, beside the burning campfire, he lifted the turn board next to the chessboard, "1".

"it is good,"

Neos was eager to get started.

"Then, as the first step, I will send out my infantry army."

Though not introduced by the Lord of Humanity, these tiny, ant-like units, scattered across the entire chessboard, began to move slowly.

………………

"charge!!!"

Hades' voice echoed in everyone's communication channels. Mead, from the 7th platoon of the 13th company of the 121st Siege Regiment, began to run, just as he had done during every charge.

The bullet grazed past his helmet, the dark brown of which reflected the eerie colors of the netting.

For a moment, he felt as if he were running in all directions at the same time, but the Soulless One riding a horse and waving a black stone cloth banner at the front of the procession brought him back to his senses.

A faint rustling sound reached Mead's ears, before the black stone necklace around his neck could react—

Mead lunged to the right, the cold glint of the blade grazing past him, and at the same time turned to fire a follow-up shot. A bright green burst from the muzzle, and the bullet plunged straight into the Eldar's neck.

laugh! ! !

The sound of flesh bursting open rang out, but Mead didn't even turn around. He was certain that the gun in his hand would do its job. He shifted his weight, stumbled, and started running again.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

A sharp roar swept overhead as guided missiles ripped through space, exploding in dust at an empty node deep within the network. Mead heard the mournful cries of the alien guarding mechanical behemoths.

He raised his gun to fire, the black stone necklace pressing against his chest, and Mead felt an urge to be summoned.

He saw the Slaanesh demon howling above the pile of corpses at the front line, bullets from all directions turning into green ripples in front of it, and Krieg's comrades who were not yet dead were clinging tightly to its pincers to block its movement, but their lower bodies had already been torn to shreds.

With the hooves of the Krieg still in the distance, Mead sheathed his rifle, drew his entrenching tool, and after a soft click, his gas mask was faintly illuminated by a bright green light.

"Praise Hades."

Using his calves to propel himself forward and leveraging his sprinting speed, Krieg leaped into the air. The strange gravity within the net also aided him, propelling him high into the sky. A streak of cold green moonlight pierced the air, and the other Eldar assassins who had charged into Krieg's formation looked up in astonishment.

"In the name of Hades!!! I hereby grant you death!!!"

Mead remembered the words the priest of Hades had told him: "Call upon Hades, call upon Hades! He will bless your purity!"

"Ho-ho-ho-ho!"

The great demon, whose body was swollen from the blessing of Slaanesh, slowly lowered its head in disbelief, only to see its chest pierced by an entrenching tool. Before it could even scream, the entrenching tool moved again, splitting its neck and head open like cutting tofu.

Mead swiftly retrieved his entrenching tool, flicking it to spill blood. As the Slaanesh demon fell, Krieg, who was holding it, slowly released his grip.

Mead did not hesitate; he continued forward, stepping over the corpses of his kin.

The sound of drums and bells echoed behind him, a scarlet cloak swept past him, and two-legged dragon riders of the Guardians of the Faith leaped over the pile of corpses, the muzzles of their charged electric guns glowing a luminous green.

The ground began to tremble, and along with the Guardians of the Church came the knights. Following instructions from the communication channel, Mead immediately made way.

The network they attacked was narrow, making it impossible for Titans to deploy.

Boom! A giant leg slammed down beside him, then slowly drove away into the distance, and a green arc flashed on the giant chainsaw chain that the knight dragged on the ground.

Bang bang bang bang!!! The twin heavy machine guns started firing, and a thick cloud of blood mist immediately burst open on the front line, drowning out the roars of the Slaanesh. The savage behemoths, skinned and nailed, rushed out from behind the blood mist and leaped up to bite the knight!

"Sound the bell!!!"

The guardian knights roared, and a long, resounding bell immediately rang out from behind the battle line. Mead felt his black stone necklace vibrate along with the bell.

The giant beast that had been tearing at the knight also painfully released its jaws as the bells rang. The knight immediately swung his chainsaw sword and lifted it into the air, the sound muffled and bloody.

Beneath the knight's armor, where the cables were exposed after being bitten open, a flash of silver light appeared, and metal surged up as if alive, instantly covering the gap.

As the chimes echoed, Mead steadied his steps, gripped his rifle, and prepared to continue the forced march—

"Donut Boy!!!"

With his red hair flying, the Dark Priest laughed as he rode a hoverbike out from behind the battle line. The Dark Priests entered the fray, all riding hoverbikes. Mead saw that on a giant hover vehicle behind the motorcycle formation, Oglin was diligently striking a large, black bell. As the formation passed by, Eldar and demons alike bent over in pain, covering their ears.

"boarding!"

Lena whistled. According to military regulations, Mead shouldn't have gotten on the motorcycles, but his body reacted before his mind, and he stretched out a hand towards the motorcycle formation—

"Well done!"

The priest chuckled, and Krieg swung his hand in a perfect arc before settling comfortably into the back seat.

Lena felt Krieg's gun resting on her shoulder. Damn it, Krieg is heat-resistant. Lena felt like her shoulder skin was being burned.

"Knock! Knock! You brainless big guy! Knock now!!"

"Yes, boss!!!"

Oglin struck the bell even harder, and Mead could feel the black stone necklace around his neck deflecting the attacks from the black bell.

"Where are we going?"

While Krieg was emptying a magazine and reloading, Mead asked,

The priest whistled.

"Let's go to that place where the water and grass are lush!"

Then she burst into laughter, stopped the car, let go of the handlebars, pulled out her gun, and fired a shot forward.

"Go and die!"

The priestess roared, so that her voice could drown out the surrounding guards' praises of Hades.

"Corporal! We're going to occupy the Comoros—but we're definitely not coming back! Let's die together in the Comoros!"

"I agree."

Mead said, after changing the magazine, he gripped the slightly warm grip and fired again.

"But I will convert, and I wish to die in the River Styx."

With one shot, Mead decapitated the man. He tried to aim again, but was interrupted by the sudden drift of the motorcycle.

"Why—why?!"

"Rena exclaimed. This seems to be the first time I remember the Priest of the Underworld stuttering."

"Because believers in Hades will die in the River Styx."

Mead replied.

"What kind of answer is that?!"

The priestess roared, but then perhaps realizing something, Mead watched helplessly as his motorcycle drifted away once more.

........................

Burn! Golden flames crackled and exploded, and the Eldar screamed and turned into dry tinder around him. Makado strolled leisurely, advancing unhurriedly among his warriors of golden flames.

In the distance, a Titan, also engulfed in flames, slammed its foot down.