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

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“I’m sure I can do this using the laws of physics—but that doesn’t explain Caliban’s time anchor in the warp.”

So what is it?

Chagatai asked,

"Malcador!"

Euricane shouted, raising his hand.

“This is a closed time loop, and we must go back! Our return will cause the Emperor to awaken prematurely—that’s why He awoke before the other gods! Many of his subsequent actions can be explained—and that’s why Slaanesh is like this!”

【All right,】

Ruth said,

I don't understand... but I hope we can see everyone alive after this battle—I'm even starting to miss Magnus.

I just hope that faster-than-light engines will become commonplace.

Khan smiled.

In the cramped, foul-smelling cabin, the two Primarchs awaited their final release.

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

【Comoros】

He will go back.

Leon sat alone amidst the ruins, silently conserving his strength. The last of the fallen angels' offspring had been returned to safety, and he hoped that no more offspring who had fallen during the chaos would appear in Comoros.

Macado...Luther...

The lion chewed on the two names; the former filled him with loathing, the latter silenced him.

Johnson recalled the scene when he roared at Luther, believing that Luther had already plotted a rebellion.

But did Luther really think that way? Or was he misled? Or did he simply take a wrong step?

Should he kill him?

Do not……

Johnson remained silent, each thought and recollection causing him pain. He realized that Luther might have truly harbored rebellious intentions at the time, so should he forgive him?

For the next ten thousand years... the lion witnessed Luther's perseverance and loyalty.

He felt lost. The wild beasts that grew up in the jungle could not understand human hearts, nor could they understand the thoughts reflected in his own mind. Zhuang Sen tried to understand, but he could never find a rational way out.

The years he spent hiding in Comoros made him more cowardly and sentimental. In the gladiatorial arena of the Dark Eldar, he went completely mad, yet it also honed his true gem. The Lion rescued some of the slaves, and the slaves reciprocated in any way they could.

The lion despised himself, yet he recalled the day of the Caliban bombing. He could have stopped it; if he had taken one more step, if he had communicated with Luther one more time, so much tragedy could have been averted.

He could have forged an army and become the true leader and general of the empire, instead of watching Saint Gilles and others make a grave mistake.

The raven cawed again, and Leon rose to continue setting up the beacon in preparation for Guilliman's arrival.

He wanted to team up with Killieman to completely kill Macardo.

………………

"Tired."

A middle-aged man wearing a straw hat sat on a rock in the field. Neos took out his water bag to drink water and smiled as he looked at the clouds on the horizon, seemingly knowing everything that was about to happen.

But he had the same expression the last time he risked everything.

To win... you must bet an equal amount; that's the rule of the subspace gamble.

The Lord of Mankind calmly cast his line, and the fish took the bait. It was a matter of whether he would catch the fish or the fish would drag him into the water.

Hmm...maybe he should send another greeting to Hades.

The Lord of Humanity narrowed his eyes, setting aside his many useless thoughts.

He watched as the farmers carrying hoes walked curiously toward him from the fields. His old immortal friends, it was time to come back.

As for the feud between the heirs and Macardo... let them deal with it themselves.

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 681 Krieg's Question

"I'm a little nervous."

Mead, from the 7th Platoon, 13th Company, 121st Siege Regiment of Krieg, said that the soldier is now lying flat on his hospital bed, obediently crossing his hands and placing them flat on his abdomen, but still clutching his entrenching tool and unwilling to put it down.

"laugh,"

The priest in the next bed, who had three broken ribs, laughed. Red-haired Reina tilted her head and looked at Krieg with a mocking expression.

"What, is the internal hospital of the Underworld Cult not satisfied with your plans?"

"No."

Krieg said that because he had been too close to a powerful demon during the war, he was diagnosed with a level four soul corruption by the cult and needed exorcism as a precaution.

Incidentally, there are seven levels of soul corruption. Mead doesn't think he has any illness that requires him to stay in bed for days. His Krieg siege regiment has already resumed its advance after a brief period of rest.

He hoped to catch up with them and join the battle as soon as possible.

Mead wasn't nervous because of the gloomy interior of the Hades Hospital; what actually made him nervous was the sound coming from the room two doors down.

"Well done, you big idiot."

A deep voice, like a whisper, entered Krieg's ears, and then the soulless Oglin spoke.

"Wow! Boss's boss, I want a cookie."

"...The inventory is running low. I'll transfer some from my reserves. Don't tell anyone else."

"Okay! Boss's boss! I won't tell anyone that the boss's boss treated me to cookies!"

"..."

"Priest of the Underworld...is Hades a god who frequently visits the sick?"

Mead asked in a low voice, not wanting Hades to hear him, but in reality, he was already nervously gripping his entrenching tool.

Although Krieg is not afraid of death, such occasions make them feel somewhat overwhelmed.

"It was his first time back, everything was a first for him—how would I know?"

Lena said, turning her head again. Sitting next to her hospital bed was a guy in a level 3 protective suit. If you looked closely, you would see that he was a berserker who had returned to Terra with the salamanders.

"Have some water, Lena."

The priest's companion said that he had given Lena some water, and the priest winked shrewdly at her, glancing at the berserker.

"Don't think I don't know you want to see him again."

Lena silently mouthed, "Hades has already visited the Berserker's bedside. This guy went through all that trouble to come out, seemingly to show some brotherly friendship, but actually just to see Hades one more time."

"Drink your water and shut up."

The Berserker whispered something, then without hesitation chose to drown her comrade with water, while Lena decisively lay back down and pretended to be dead.

Just as they were whispering amongst themselves, a bell rang outside their ward, and the indifferent voice of the Cardinal of the Church of the Underworld rang out.

"Loyal warriors of the Empire, He grants you a gift—no need for bowing, Hades forgives your rudeness."

"No need to get up, no need to get up, just lie down, recuperating is the most important thing."

Immediately following the cardinal's voice was a familiar voice, which gave Mead the illusion that many members of the Church of the Underworld gave him this feeling—that one voice was enough to tell if someone was willing to get closer to you.

Then the light at the doorway dimmed, and a giant in black armor looked down at the door frame, skillfully turned sideways, crouched slightly, and then smoothly entered the room.

Action precedes will. Mead felt as if he had been launched into the air. He wanted to jump off the bed and bow directly, but then he remembered that Lena had warned him that the Church of the Underworld did not practice kneeling and bowing. So his originally smooth movements were abruptly stopped.

Krieg, using his gas mask as cover, stared directly at Hades. He was indeed no ordinary man; he was tall enough, broad enough, heavy enough… and his face possessed the resolute look one might catch glimpse of during a military parade, like a marble sculpture by an ancient sculptor.

However, ancient sculptors might not have chosen a carefree smile as the expression for their sculptures, as that would be a waste of his elegance.

The giant exuded an indescribable feeling, one that Krieg had never seen before. Mead tried his best to remember and describe this feeling; it was like…

It's like he knows he'll win, but he doesn't care about winning or losing at all.

This feeling reassured Krieg. He had seen foolish generals before, but Hades was clearly not one of them. Although Krieg did not know which battle Hades had commanded, when you looked at him, you knew he would not make a mistake.

"Are you there too?"

Hades, who had squeezed into the room, saw the berserker running out. Mortalian's vaccine development against Slaanesh was nearing completion, and the war had provided them with many more Slaanesh victims. Therefore, the privileges of the first infected person were reduced, and she was allowed to move around.

"By Hades, I follow the doctrine of goodwill and have come to help my dear friend and comrade-in-arms, Lena, recover her health so that she may better serve you."

Hmm, Hades glanced at Rena, who looked unwell on the hospital bed, and felt that the moment he looked away, the priest was about to pinch the berserker's flesh hard.

"Your kindness deserves praise, but don't overwork yourself. I'm sure the medical staff will take good care of your friend."

Hades laughed and walked over to the priest in bed number 1.

"How's the recovery going, Lena?"

"Thank you for your concern. I am recovering very well, sir. I believe I will be able to return to the battlefield soon."

"There's no need for such formalities,"

Hades waved his hand, indicating that he wanted to sit down, but there were no suitable chairs and the rooms were too small. When this Hades hospital ship was built, no one had considered that a Primarch-sized creature would be crammed into these wards.

"I want to say—your army completed its mission very well,"

Hades laughed.

"I heard that you teamed up with a Krieg warrior and slew a great demon without the assistance of a Soulless One? I just heard it from Oglin—was it this Krieg warrior?"

Mead was about to speak when the priest interrupted,

"Yes, sir! I only held it back—it was he who truly severed the demon's head."

Lena quickly introduced Krieg to Hades, as she indeed thought the little one was quite good—unfortunately, due to the speed at which Krieg's army was being built, she might be a little older than Krieg… hopefully not by much.

The Church of the Underworld did not intend to let Krieg speak; Krieg was not suited to speak, and it was better for the Church of the Underworld to handle things in this official setting.

Hades' gaze shifted to Krieg, where he sensed a not-so-abundant flame of soul fire.

This is the most interesting part: Krieg is an army of hastily produced clones whose souls are slightly dimmer than those of natural humans—but this does not prevent their souls from bursting forth with brilliant light before they die.

This may also be why Krieg is able to adapt to the Black Domain better.

"Good day, Mead-630827, how are you feeling?"

Hades waited patiently for an answer. Krieg was also in the ward ahead. Compared to others, especially the cultists with their maxed-out social skills, Krieg took longer to think.

"Oh no, sir!"

Hades caught a glimpse of the priest's almost screaming, exasperated expression out of the corner of his eye, and Hades bet that the two little ones were somehow connected.

Sometimes he quite enjoyed observing people's ulterior motives outside of war—after all, war is not everything for humanity.

"What's wrong with it? Tell me, and if I can help, I'll find a way, soldier?"

These words might sound like a death sentence to others, but Krieg wouldn't think so.

“I’m not sick. I feel like I can still fight. I want to return to the battlefield. I don’t want to be left behind by my unit.”

"Then let me take a look."

Hades walked to Krieg's bedside. In fact, he could use the Dark Domain for diagnosis without even having to walk, but to others, this seemed rather inexplicable.

Hades skillfully used the Dark Domain to remove the curse that the Great Demon had placed on Krieg before his death. Within the Dark Domain, these chaotic remnants of consciousness did not even have time to scream before they simply vanished.

"Okay, now you'll have another medical check-up. Once everything is fine, you can leave."

Hades said, "Extend your hand."

"Please give me your black stone necklace."

Krieg finally released one hand that was gripping the shovel, and took out his black stone necklace from around his neck. The black stone floated up, and an even more intense black clung to it, so thick it seemed as if it could drip.

It's still shaped like a donut, Hades thought, how peculiar.

"Alright, here you go, Mead."

Hades reached out and placed the Black Stone Necklace back around Krieg's neck. It was all he could do; those lying here would be thrown into deeper battles after they recovered.

Because they have proven their resistance to chaos.