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

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Hades was silent for a moment. The war was raging very fast. With "The Valley of Laughter" as the central leak area and the empire's territory as the region, the lightly contaminated area outside the Slaanesh's psychic energy had been completely recovered, and the moderately contaminated area was about to be cleaned up.

But the road ahead will likely be extremely difficult.

Even in moderately polluted areas, psionic wonders that are only found in the subspace have already appeared.

"Borrow the Resilience?"

Hades asked casually,

"It seems we're about to face a warship the same size as the Resilience, Ada's Ark?"

[It's highly likely.]

Mortarian said that the Primarchs had developed a good sense of self-discipline over the millennia, and even when approving documents, they only had a faint sense of death, not a sense of going on strike.

The first Blackrock Spire is almost finished; remember to visit it.

Motalian added that he held the approval for the twelfth time that a bullet-launching application had been submitted.

After the Imperial army arrived in the Scalus sector, the Martians immediately began planning the star map.

Centered on the planet guarded by the Cardinal of the Underworld Church, the Mechanical Sages plan to set up twelve Black Stone Towers in this star system to suppress the psionic energy overflowing from the network and to ensure their subsequent advance.

Mortarian consulted with Hades using numerology and then granted the sages' request.

Currently, a team of Hades' sons and the female sage appointed by Sage King are working hard to increase production and have exceeded the planned targets.

At the same time, large quantities of blackstone ore were also being projected into this sector from all directions of the Empire via bullets.

Because they were fighting for Hades, these tech-savvy guys adopted a supersaturation-style support approach. The Primarch roughly calculated that the Mechanicus were deploying supplies based on an 85% loss rate for bullets—

However, as of now, the loss rate of this batch of cargo ships is 11%, and a considerable amount of blackstone ore has already accumulated in the rear of the star sector.

Mortarian didn't want to say anything; the people of Stormstar hadn't been this enthusiastic when he was fighting back then.

"So fast?"

Hades pondered this. The core Blackrock Spire must be guaranteed to be difficult to flip with psionic energy, which meant he needed to personally go and fill the Dark Realm.

You underestimated the rate at which faith provides a boost.

The Primarch said quietly, "Finally, it's all approved." Although Karas had done the initial planning for a third of them, Mortarian still felt frustrated about the document approval process.

He actually began to miss Guilliman a little. The further away the Primarch went, the more Mortalian realized Guilliman's importance, even though that guy always made mistakes when it came to psionic matters.

Mortalian's boots, still damp with blood from the battlefield, were still covered in mud. The Primarch organized the documents and then handed them to his servant to be entered into the Nirvana System.

Mortarian casually pulled out a piece of white paper with his other hand and began to do calculations again.

He could not calculate the things closely related to Hades, those things could only have an extremely vague logic, so the original manifestation was to calculate the things that were far removed from them.

Extending from the initial number 13, it represents unbridled rage, which was then plucked by mortal hands and woven into the laurel wreath of a king; then came the hardships, the apparent dictator, who still did not deviate from his true nature, was betrayed, and faked his death.

Interesting, Mortarian thought.

After being told his true nature, he tried to calculate his brothers. Mortarion himself was an endless fog, and there might be something in the fog—but he couldn't see it; perhaps insects, or perhaps just monstrous creatures.

But their essence may not be static; they are also growing, or rather, being influenced.

Motarian picked up his pen and looked at the drawing he had created.

The lines on the coordinate axis stretched and intersected, and he saw a sword burning with fury, with a king's laurel wreath drooping on the hilt.

This reveals Robert Guilliman's determination and anger.

Some things must be done by the victim himself, such as... revenge.

Mortarian casually wrote down another number, 8, placing it below 5—an astonishing coincidence. Perhaps the presence of those burning with vengeance would draw them together.

But Mortarion wouldn't let them interrupt the god-slaying drama, the Primarch thought irritably, needing to ensure that Slaanesh's death would be the main event—without any other farce to disrupt his plans.

Slaanesh died, thus ensuring that the Eldar's death god had not yet descended.

Mortarian is likely to miscalculate.

Because the younger ones can never beat the older ones! Neos thought to himself, and he rushed over and patted his former war commander on the shoulder with a hearty laugh, almost scaring Olpeson into fainting.

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

Hunger, hunger, hunger.

A greedy appetite can never be satisfied.

The youngest queen screamed in agony, her enormous body connected to the gap in the net, and she began to take on a more tangible form—this was bad, ugly, and wrong.

He tried to stuff one tormented spirit soul after another into his mouth, but after a brief moment of satisfaction on his lips came an even more intense hunger. Sharp, blade-like objects sliced ​​across his large, thin belly, and with each one he devoured, the undead god within the hungry lady's belly became clearer!

Slaanesh screamed in agony once more. Pregnancy and impending childbirth brought him into contact with the death and rebirth of the gods. He was sometimes strong and sometimes weak—his power was mingled with that of death!

The last time... the last time Slaanesh clearly sensed the presence of Death was when He revived and descended upon the vast Eldar empire. At that time, He indulged in pleasure, recklessly tearing apart an entire empire in his joy.

But now He is curled up in the Comoros, the net of the Way like a placenta, wrapping Him in layers, drawing nourishment from the subspace to sustain His “new life.”

Nourish Him?

No! It is nourishing the monster that burst forth from His body!

Slaanesh convulsed, feeling pain, extreme pain—partly from the instinct of a god dying, and partly from the pain of restraint. He longed to devour everything whole—but could not!

The concepts within Slaanesh are in constant conflict—preventing a god from acting recklessly! This is unimaginable and unbearable suffering!

As much as the Dark Prince rejoiced when the Eldar Empire fell, so too does he now huddle in Comoros, suffering immensely.

He instinctively began to scream, the screams coming from the breach in the net, layer upon layer, as if overlapping with the screams at the moment of His resurrection.

He stretched out his hand and looked through the gaps in the web of the thousand twisted and polluted suns.

Time is chaotic in the warp, but even Slaanesh cannot return to the moment when He was completely saved—He cannot create such a massive warp wave.

But the gods are still favored.

The closer He is to death, the closer He is to rebirth. He is a self-eating, insatiable ouroboros. Slaanesh is the most unique one—only He has a clear record of awakening. He devours himself toward destruction, but also devours himself toward rebirth.

The Dark Prince felt the power of the Eldar Empire when it still existed, a power that filled Him, yet still inevitably led Him to the abyss—this was the truth; His death brought Him closer to resurrection, and resurrection gave Him power, yet continued to push Him toward His final fall.

Between agonizing and lucid dreams, Slaanesh desperately heard the mockery of death emanating from within his womb—

How much that sounds like the Higoki being devoured by Him—or rather, how the Eldar all laugh.

Do not!

Slaanesh roared.

Do not!

He rolled over—He had one more chance! Let them see whether Death or Slaanesh would be the last to be reborn!

After He has completely devoured the Eldar, Slaanesh will fall back into the moment of resurrection, and He will once again kill Death to prove His existence!

At this moment, Slaanesh began to devour Eldar once more—yet he screamed in terror at the impending destruction.

Outside the net, a being similar to... no, or rather, far more bizarre than Xi Gaoqi, began to laugh.

He likes to play chess.

Yay! That's all!

Chapter 683 Unlucky Day: Mortarian and Tarasin

I feel a little dizzy.

Hades, I sometimes question your definitions of words like "a little."

The lights in the command room flickered on and off, and finally met their glorious end with a series of soft "snap!" sounds. Everything was basically out of place. The chair that had been thrown off was embedded in the ceiling, and the protective iron shell of the command platform was torn open as if by a huge force, revealing the crackling and sparking cables underneath.

The observation window, capable of withstanding dozens of torpedoes, shattered, cracks spreading out in layers and converging on the side of the bow of the Resilient, where a large object was now embedded.

Hades, feeling dizzy, tried to pry himself off the observation window of the Endurance, but damn it, one of the multiple observation windows had inexplicably become negatively pressurized and was sucking him in.

The Pale Lord stood silently in the command room of the Resilient, staring at Hades—Hades perhaps thought there was more speechlessness in his gaze.

Do you need any help?

"No need, I'll just lie down for a while."

Hades said the extremely high intensity of radiation in the void made him feel better, although the extreme cold and lack of oxygen were not very comfortable.

Upon hearing this, Mortarion seemed somewhat hesitant, but ultimately chose to believe Hades. The Primarch raised his eyes, and a dazzling light shone in them.

Directly ahead of the Resilience, a massive vessel sank forever; its sail-like, semi-shuttle-shaped form was brutally broken, like a child's model ship violently snapped in the hand.

One explosion after another erupted on the screaming giant as it fell, sometimes dazzling purple, sometimes bright yellow. Its shimmering purple skin peeled off, and it seemed to be entering the final stage of decay, constantly spitting out semi-liquid, semi-solid soft tissue from its severed mouth.

Mortarion seemed to hear the sound of its dragon spine breaking, and the screams of the souls within. Countless Eldar souls dwelled within an Ark world, but clearly, they were now corrupted by the Slaanesh.

There are many wonders in the galaxy, and the destruction of the world of Ida's Ark is certainly one of the "wonderful sights of Mortalion".

He allowed himself to linger a little longer.

Inside the Resilient, the alarms were still wailing, the lighting system had long since stopped working, and the Primarch heard the warriors roaring their cries to repair the Resilient—they didn't need to work so hard, as the white mist had already clung to the Resilient's wounds like a semi-gelatinous living thing.

This may have been done by Mortalian, or it may not have; the line is not clear. Perhaps it was the Endurance's own doing.

Countless pieces of ship debris struck the side of the Resilience, but the driftwood floating on the ocean did not hinder the giant ship's progress, even though it was stained with the blood of the living.

The Primarch silently raised his gaze, and further away, a sphere of light, resembling a miniature sun, exploded. In a daze, Mortarion heard a sharp, abrupt shriek from within the warp, along with a faint, gleaming golden battle intent.

The naval battle on the side of the Human Sovereigns has also ended. Yet another Ark world has been destroyed by the inertia-free faster-than-light engines, even though these beings once fought against the Fearful Ones—

But now they have all declined too much.

An Eldar Ark world has an environment that can accommodate countless Eldar, with ingenious infinite circuits and Eldar skeletons, and solar sails that can almost cover an entire hive city to provide energy for its complete ecosystem.

But even the most exquisite things will turn into ruins in the sight of torpedoes and light spears.

Karakara.

The Primarch shifted his gaze and saw the spiderweb-like patterns on the porthole continuing to spread, the culprit being Hades, who was trying to pull himself off the porthole.

The massive shockwave from the explosion of Ida's Ark blasted Pluto, who was nearby and aided by gravity, away, and crashed into the Resilience.

This may also be due to the fact that the Resilient just accelerated directly with zero inertia—perhaps the Resilient was just a little faster than Hades.

"I'll fix it for you later, Lao Mo."

Hades struggled to his feet, while Mortalian listened calmly to the screams emanating from the porthole of the Resilient.

Fortunately, Hades used liquid metal to plug the gap in the porthole; otherwise, the Primarch would have had to be prepared to be thrown off the Resilient by the huge pressure difference.

Hades rose and crouched at a strange sixty-degree angle on the porthole of the Resilient. Mortalian simply stared silently at the silver porthole patch with a vaguely discernible human shape, and mist drifted out from under his cloak. He felt a slight dissatisfaction.

“I just saw Galo.”

Hades spoke to himself,

“You should really see… Gara has become even more ferocious. He was just riding a Slaanesh horse in the void, trying his best to kill it.”

This is a good thing.

As the Primarch spoke, the shaky door to the command room behind him was slammed open, and Karas, looking ashen-faced, walked in.

"what happened?!"

The moment Karas entered, a deafening explosion erupted. The Primarch thought that finally someone had voiced their dissatisfaction with the portholes, but Karas's next action was to tilt his head to the side and vomit.

"Motalian—are you insane?! You've put the engines running at full power—you haven't even given the rest of the crew time to react!"

After vomiting, Karas reprimanded the Primarch, while Mortarion remained silent, feeling a slight dissatisfaction.

[The situation is urgent.]

Primarchy, arms crossed,

[I will write a contingency plan afterward—adding this scenario to the contingency plans for any potential emergencies, Karas.]

"You better really do!"

Karas cursed, "And what the hell is this?!"

He pointed to the human-shaped patch on the porthole in front of Mortalian and shouted, which made Mortalian feel better.

Hades did it.

He said that seeing Karas turn his face away and vomit again was Karas's subconscious reaction to Hades—and definitely not a side effect of the Primarch's zero-frame start-up acceleration.

Karas was not such a fragile person; when they first tested faster-than-light speed, Typhon only fell into a slight slumber for a short while.