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

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The old man looked at Luther calmly, his voice soft and weak like that of a dying man.

“I was in charge of administration, and I thought the Lion had established his home planet very well… but when I arrived in Caliban, I realized I was wrong.”

"What do you want to say?"

Luther asked, "Trying to sow discord between him?"

"I just want to fight for my own survival."

Makado said calmly,

“If you are loyal to Leon, then you will inevitably hand me over—I just hope to struggle a little longer, knight.”

Luther was in a state of turmoil. He didn't know what to do, but as Makado said, his dissatisfaction and resentment towards the Lion King, and the Caliban's dissatisfaction and resentment towards the Lion King, had been building for long enough. They needed an explanation.

"I'll hide you first."

Luther glanced sideways at the old man.

"I'll talk to Leon personally later... to see if what you're saying is true or false."

Thank you for your understanding.

Makado closed his eyes.

"But there's one more thing—Knight, don't step into the wrong river again. You've been secretly learning psionic powers, haven't you?"

Luther was suddenly stunned.

"You have been misled by the contamination on the Caliban's side."

"If you want to learn psionics, you can come to me," Makado said.

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

"Thank God,"

Luther said, panting, as he looked at the cage that had been slightly ajar by the Lion Guards.

"He didn't do anything to you."

Luther refers to Asmodeus, who is now slumped in the corridor. The other fallen angels will soon arrive and lock this madman up.

In terms of reaction speed and strength, Luther is far inferior to Asmodian, but he has enough experience... and a little bit of psionic power to help him.

"Sir, you need to rest."

The woman in the lead spoke, her face bearing the words of the Dark Elf race's insults against slaves.

"No, I'm fine."

Luther, panting, walked into the cage, and all the mortals, the partially transformed, and the fully transformed looked at him.

They were all men gathered by the lions in the Comoros, and they had a unified name: the "Lion Guard".

"What does Leon want you to convey to me?"

Luther asked as he saw people standing in a row, and then the woman pulled out a knife and cut open their skin according to each person's instructions.

Blood seeped out, and the woman then reached her hand into the space between her skin and muscle tissue, groping to pull out the note.

One, two... until everyone contributed their share after being saved by Leon.

Luther took a deep breath and looked at the pieced-together text.

Tell Hades that the Emperor possesses a token of Slaanesh and Death, and that Slaanesh is about to give birth to Death.

Another sentence is,

[Luthor, the time travel is about to begin. I will keep my promise and save Caliban.]

That's all the lion wanted to say to him, nothing more. That's why he didn't communicate through other means; he just wanted Luther to see this sentence. That's why he devised a useful first sentence for Luther.

The fall of Caliban... This is an eternal scar on the First Legion. In a mystical sense, the internal strife and secrets that tore the legion apart ultimately led to the shattering of Caliban. This is retribution.

"thank you."

Luther said, exhausted, and avoided the concerned gazes of the Lion Guards.

"...I'm going out for a bit."

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"The Eldar are not very willing to help us."

Beside the cage on the End, two towering shadows lingered in the darkness.

After the Slaanesh invasion, some of the Eldar imprisoned on different Death Guard ships survived. Under the "protection" of the Blackrock Cage, they likely became the last Eldar uncorrupted by the Slaanesh.

However, the main force of the Death Army was imprisoned on the Fortitude along with Elsa, and they were taken away by Slaanesh along with Elsa.

I also do not wish to seek their help.

Mortalian said reluctantly that the scene of betrayal was still vivid in his mind. The Primarch did not believe that this group of Eldar would fight for the Empire. The wild Eldar who once cooperated with the Death Guard were a thing of the past. Their extremely small numbers caused them to gradually disappear into the annals of history.

"Now I think it's a miracle that they don't commit suicide."

During the recent negotiations, the Eldar were all in a semi-mad state, either standing there dumbfounded or laughing and crying at the same time. The death guards who were watching over them barely managed to keep them alive by injecting them with potent nutrient solutions.

"Then I'll give this batch of Eldar to Tarasin?"

Selling figurines is a personal favor to Wang; keeping these Eldar inside the Death Guard is pointless.

【Do as you please.】

Mortalian showed no concern for the lives of the alien race. The Primarch tilted his head, paused for a moment, and...

[Luthor is looking for you, Hades.]

The Primarch said, and Hades nodded in confusion. Seven minutes later, Luther appeared before them, looking heavy and exhausted.

"Are you ok?"

Hades asked, bending down to try and see what was going on with Luther, but Luther waved his hand and instead handed the note to Hades.

After examining it, Hades' eyes sharpened, and he showed it to Mortalian.

[...Unsurprisingly.]

Motalian said,

[If Makado wants to seize the ascension of either Slaanesh or Death, then he would better possess the tokens of these two twin gods.]

"The Old Woman's Sword?"

It could be something else, but he'll bring it out when the time comes.

Use the token in Makado's possession to lure out Death?

Hades thought about it, then looked at Luther with concern again. He remembered that the Dark Angels hadn't had any combat missions after the meeting.

"May I ask what happened?"

Luther frowned, then laughed as if he had remembered something funny.

He laughed at the First Legion's curse, knowing they would never escape the complex and chaotic inner circle in this lifetime—a good thing and a bad thing.

"The secrets of the legion, my lord, are nothing more."

He said he bowed.

"I swear on my honor and my life, my lord, I will never allow the secrets within the First Legion to interfere with your plans, nor will Lord Leon do so."

He saw Hades and Mortarian exchange a hesitant glance.

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Chapter 687 The Game is Set

"Ready."

Nios said casually, as he was wearing a somewhat comical straw crown, with his former war coach Olpeson sitting across the table with a speechless expression.

"You still love playing chess so much."

Or said, staring at the chessboard that Neos had set up.

"Am I your enemy?"

Orl reached out his hand, preparing to move a piece, but the Emperor suddenly raised his hand, interrupting his movement.

"No,"

The Lord of Mankind said,

“I changed my thinking. There are not just two sides—every piece has its own goal, and now they just happen to be on the same table, caught in the same war.”

"It is the pieces themselves that manipulate them; he has given them freedom."

The Human Lord opened his arms, showing the former War Master this chessboard, which was exceptionally complex in both time and space.

"Look, this is our star piece on the field."

The chess piece, cast from white bones, is slender and gnarled, with white mist gushing down from it, standing proudly at the sharpest point of spiritual energy.

Beside it, rather than a chess piece, was a jet-black spear, its deep, unreflective surface piercing through the chessboard's structure, firmly anchoring the game at this moment.

……

Mortalian's eyes remained expressionless as the Primarch exhaled mist, gazing at the waves stretching to the horizon at the end of the Webpath.

Hades stood beside him, a smile on his face that did not reach his eyes; his killing intent was as sharp as a beast lurking in the night.

……

"Then let's look at our main course—"

Bright purple and pink clouds churned and gathered into a storm in the center of the chessboard, while bright yellow lightning flashed by from time to time, like blood vessels winding on a placenta.

This is a hollow space that runs through the lower two layers of the chessboard.

+Hiss! Aa ...

……

A shriek erupted from the depths of the Comoros, and a dying god, drooling, licked the ground. The Slaanesh, who had not yet escaped, were instantly crushed into a pool of blood by the enormous flesh.

……

“How pathetic—He deserved it.”

Neos laughed easily, a hearty laugh. Suddenly, a card that had long been played appeared between his fingers. The torn card was lifeless, and the laughing clown had torn himself apart with his laughter.

"Thank you to our Eldar enemies."

The Lord of Mankind casually raised his eyes and looked into the dim light of the cabin. Where had the birds that had built their nests gone? Only a single blue feather at the bottom of the nest indicated His involvement.

The Lord of Changes truly had a brilliant plan... Slaanesh's greed led Him to trap Himself... The taste He had experienced would never be forgotten, so He made a second attempt.

The Lord of Mankind clenched his fist, crumpling the Joker card between his fingers into a wad of paper, which he casually tossed back into the darkness.

"It's a pity my friend can't enjoy his feast properly—scavengers surround him, and the corpses of gods are rare."

The crowned figure in the dim light remained motionless, surrounded by a pride of lions like a pack of hyenas, their eyes fixed on him menacingly.

……

"Good luck, Makado."

Luther said the bruises on his face hadn't faded, his expression was one of gritted teeth, and the glow of the net cast a pale glare on his profile.

“Of course we will kill Him—and you might be able to find the Lion King’s body in the Comoros.”

Macado said with a smile, "Ambition and greed are showing. Luther is glad that this damned hypocrite has finally stopped pretending."

……

Neostoss,

"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind."

In the center of the chessboard, amidst the chaos, the lion, who had endured for millennia, buried a beacon. The sons of Neos were in perfect harmony, and the emperor was pleased to witness this scene.

Further out, the azure ocean surges and roars, ravens perch on masts cawing, their sharp eyes reflecting the beacon of a lion.

"But, but, but."