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

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"Oh shit,"

Karas cursed,

“Idiots—you’re all idiots. Death Guard has suffered so much with you guys. Where is Garo? I understand him now. Tell him to come and take me away.”

You will be disappointed.

Mortarian said he was absolutely convinced that he was a thousand times stronger than the Lord of Man when it came to the treatment of his offspring, and that Karas was just using that as an excuse.

"Then give me a warning before you fly faster than light next time!"

Bang! Karas stormed off again, grumbling.

"Thank you, Hades," Mortalian thought, staring at Hades crouching on the street above him. It was Hades' presence that drove away Karas and saved him from an argument, even though Hades hadn't done anything.

Cheer up...

Mortarian's words to Karas faded away.

We will soon be able to bring the war back to their territory.

Are you leaving?

The Primarch asked, and Hades, who was watching the Ark sunset with him, nodded. Hades remained kind; he did not choose to leave early but instead dispelled the Karas for Mortalion.

"I've rested enough, I'll be back in a bit."

In their tacit understanding, this usually refers to within a week.

After a period of restless darkness, only Mortarion remained, along with the humanoid metal patch on the porthole.

Mortarian lowered his eyes.

A dozen minutes later, after the dazzling two suns had set, darkness fell.

The enormous, almost all-encompassing black eyes opened, gazing at the tiny ball of fire in the Milky Way.

The emaciated original body stood firm, suppressing the fear and terror within him, remaining motionless.

With the activation of the Blackstone Front, the second front operation came to a successful conclusion.

Next, they will begin their foray into the online world.

With a bang, the door was pushed open again.

Oh no.

The Primarch slowly realized that Karas had launched a surprise attack.

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【? ? ? 】

【? ? ? 】

"wrong."

Eurykian raised his staff of prophecy, and at that moment, the radiating rings of the staff shone with a light as constant as the sun.

Khan stood beside Orikan with his arms crossed, sometimes marveling at how the one-eyed face of the Necromancer could mimic a furrowed brow.

【how? 】

Chagatai asked, unsurprised to see Eurykan pacing nervously around the room.

"He is the observer."

Astrologer Eurican said it seemed to have thought of something.

"In my vision, ignoring the interference of subspace and simultaneously satisfying the laws of physics, Hades is the perfect and only observer. At the moment of his observation, the superimposed two states collapse into a single state."

【Um? 】

"But a problem arises: dust and fog obscure the stars. How can we block his view? He can't observe them in advance."

Eurykan began pacing again, raising his staff for the Primarch to see.

“I originally intended to emulate the Sun Staff, using light to dispel the darkness and temporarily blind Hades, the star god. However, I then realized that Hades’s star god state is more complex; he is in a state of equilibrium and dynamics, and I cannot simulate him with a single star god fragment.”

[Lack of data?]

"Exactly."

Orikan said that it put its hands behind its back, as if it knew in advance what the Primarch was asking, perhaps it had returned an hour later just to save some time.

"No, the Lord of Humanity wouldn't have this data,"

it says,

"Your human observation and recording methods are still too crude; they lack continuous and detailed observation and are therefore of little reference value—"

One must observe the existence of Pluto for a sufficiently long period of time, and the data must be detailed and stable enough.

Orikan abruptly stopped, its energy flickering, perhaps having rewound countless times during this period. After a long while, it spoke slowly, as if a machine had frozen.

"I need to go see Tarasin."

Orikan said almost through gritted teeth.

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【now】

"General Dai Guan, I am glad to see that you are doing better."

Tarasin said happily, raising his cup to clink with the crowned man, while the old general's guard, Obiron, stood aside, staring at them speechlessly.

There was no wine in the glass at all, but the old general mistakenly thought there was, while Tarasin may simply have liked to do so.

"Cough-cough-"

Zanderek shook his head dramatically.

"You know I was recently diagnosed with brain cancer, so maybe I should listen to Obi-Long and rest a bit more."

Cancer is the most common disease among those who fear death before they transform into space dead. Most of the people who fear death die from cancer, and they continue to work with multiple cancers until they can no longer work.

"Ah—I hope the Storm King will forgive your leave."

Tarasin said the old general laughed and waved his hand, saying that whatever liquid was in his cup would now be spilled.

"It? The Great Storm King can't control me! Zandrek is a free-spirited death-fearer! I can fight wherever I want!"

They chatted for a while longer. Tarachin liked to talk to the old general, which reminded him of his days as a fearful of death, a period that even Tarachin was forgetting as time wore on him.

“I hope I will have the opportunity to visit your museum sometime in the future, Your Excellency Tarachin, the learned man.”

"Hahaha, of course! We can—"

Taracin shouted, then observed what the matrix had captured.

Before it and the guard Obi-Dragon could react, the large mass of silver-gray and bright green pounced on it. The immense momentum sent it and the attacker flying backward. In a moment of terror, Tarasin finally saw the attacker's face.

"Hahaha! Tarasin, I've got you!"

Far larger than Tarasin's modified mechanical body, Orikan, brimming with abundant energy, roared as it grabbed Tarasin by the collar with almost effortless ease and lifted him up.

"I'm very sorry, but please allow me to borrow this guy for a while."

Orikan said, enjoying the sight of Tarachin's struggles in his hands, that this was the consequence of an ally who had made the wrong choice—he had chosen the Lord of Man, while Tarachin had chosen Hades.

In fact, Hades has enough to spend lavishly on Tal Rashin, who is now far more powerful than any other space necromancer Orikan has ever seen.

The premise is that Eurycan is not present, because the Emperor has also put his heart and soul into it.

"Ah! Ah!"

The old general hurriedly stood up from his chair, and his guard Obi-Long shielded Zandreuk behind him, watching warily at Orikan, who was now almost twice his size.

"Ahhhh——!"

This was Taracin's scream; it struggled wildly in Orikan's hands, occasionally kicking Orikan a couple of times.

“Zandreik, I don’t think we have any grudges against the dynasty—and I’m just borrowing Tarasin for a while; I won’t cause it any irreversible damage.”

"what!"

The old general slapped his forehead. "I remember now! You're the official astrologer! I know you! Go, go!"

It chuckled and watched kindly as Eurican roughly shoved the struggling and wailing Tarasin into the dimensional space.

"...My Lord, are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

"Obi-Long asked, his eye twitching."

"no problem,"

The old general said,

“You see, Lord Tarasin’s struggles aren’t very strong—if it wanted to break free, it would have already tried using firearms.”

Yay! That's all!

Chapter 684 Traitors Hand in Hand, Whoever Shows Loyalty First Is a Dog

"I want all of Hades' data."

Eurican caught the struggling Tarasin with one hand. Before he could finish speaking, the shocked Tarasin stopped struggling, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

The next moment, Tarachin's eyes flashed green—

? ! ! !

A radiant light flashed as Orikan used a short-term time reversal! He successfully intercepted Tarachin's attempt to escape via teleportation. The astrologer cackled.

“You can’t beat me now, Tarasin. This is our destiny—you can never see the road ahead, which is why I’m always ahead of you.”

Eurykan spoke eloquently, using his prophetic staff to suspend the Endless One in mid-air.

“Look at me, Tarasin.”

As Orikan opened its hand, Tarachin noticed something amiss with its nemesis from the very beginning. Its iron-gray body was covered with a drifting, hazy glow, its reactor gleaming, and flames occasionally drifted from Orikan's body before disappearing again into the fragments of spacetime.

Tarachin was very familiar with this situation.

"Ascension" is a brief process by which Orikan, the most outstanding astrologer among the Fearful Ones, can briefly ascend to godhood after absorbing a large amount of energy, transforming himself into an energy platform of star god fragments.

But this time it's different.

Last time on Serenade Star, Orikan, after ascending to godhood, wasn't as... stable as he is now.

"What... exactly did you do?"

Tarasin squeezed out the characters, followed by a mocking emoticon—a technique far beyond the capabilities of the Fearful One.

Could it be other fragments of the Star Gods? No, apart from Hades, Tarachin didn't believe that other fragments of the older generation of Star Gods would do something so generous.

"I'm just on the right track."

Orikan raised his head and sneered.

"Look what our thieves, busy stealing everywhere, are doing? How many years has it been? Tarachin, have you finally picked up your belated rebellious phase?"

I only do what I want to do.

Tarasin said he was grateful to Hades for upgrading its computing center, which now prevents it from overheating due to high-speed computing. The computing power that keeps it cool doesn't even require the cooling system to work.

"What are you planning to do now, Eurycan? Since you know I have data on Pluto... then it proves you've also stepped into this river, you cold-blooded, sophisticated egoist. What are you planning to do now?"

"What I want has never changed."

Eurican said it felt time and fate entwined around its body, fate being a cycle, or even a Möbius strip, with prosperity, decline, prosperity, decline, and no race can escape it.

It had experienced the perspective of the stars, which made Eurycan realize that fate is unavoidable, and the more you try to change it or correct it, the more it slides into that inevitable abyss.

All it has to do is become the master of time and destiny, and forbid those foolish and absurd acts.

Even Chaos Tzeentch is laughable and absurd in Eurycan's eyes. This is the nature of the Chaos Gods—manipulating time? They are the ones who are truly trapped.

There is only one destiny, and there can only be one.

It never changes, and any attempt to alter its fate is foolish and ridiculous.

Tzeentch's trick was nothing more than covering fate with a glittery veil, using those glittering little wits to deceive the prophets, making them mistakenly believe that fate is diverse and forgiving.

There is only one destiny, even if it sometimes seems to flow towards other tributaries—but there will always be something that steps out to correct it, sometimes it is Euricen, and sometimes it is the powerful self-correcting force of destiny.