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

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The next moment, a cold light flashed where his head had been!

The tall, alien warrior emerged from his concealment, roaring and laughing.

The others were not as lucky as Mead. Blood splattered onto Mead's gas mask, and he saw organs and heads suspended in mid-air. Most of them had not yet reacted.

Time moved slowly; the corrupted Eldar were clearly moving faster, but Mead was well-positioned, slowly descending, his gun aimed precisely at the Eldar's calf—

The overheated gun made his hand and glove stick to it, and Mead pulled the trigger.

The gun in his hand was far more powerful than he had imagined.

The beam of light shot straight at the Eldar, who didn't flinch. Instead, they fired metal needles at him. Mead dodged, but his eyes remained fixed on the direction of the emerald laser. Then he realized something was wrong—

There was a tiny spatial distortion around the fallen Eldar, and Mead realized that the Eldar might not be in its original location.

But just 0.2 seconds after the Eldar revealed their true form, at least thirty dazzling green lights shone from different locations on the battlefield—all aimed at the berserk Eldar!

puff!

Mead slumped to the ground, narrowly dodging the metal needles. He saw the Eldar vanish into nothingness. He didn't know whose bullet had hit the Eldar, but that didn't matter. Mead immediately rolled to his feet and started running again.

The stronger, more robust Fallen Eldar joined the battle, their bodies bulging, silken veils wrapped around their bare chests, the marks of blasphemy faintly visible.

They appeared abruptly from Krieg's stormtroopers! After reaping a wave of lives, they immediately disappeared again. Even though many of them were wiped out by concentrated fire when they first appeared, even more Eldar successfully vanished again!

Mead ran cautiously, aware of the donut necklace's guidance. Each faint sensation was a warning, and he raised his gun, firing several times almost premonishly.

"Dudududu!"

A distant horn sounded from behind their lines, followed by loud chanting, a binary prayer praising the name of Om Messiah!

One minute and 33 seconds after the Eldar Fallen Warriors charged forward, the Mechanicus forces behind them activated their contingency plan!

"Launch! Launch! In the name of Om Messiah!!!"

The missiles took off, evading the fighter jets' pursuit, drawing white streaks in the sky before arriving over the combat zone where Mead was located.

boom!

The large missile body split apart, and hundreds of smaller warheads rained down like a shower of flowers!

The missile's guidance technology comes from the Greiel Forge World. The first Forge World to submit to Hades and follow Hades' name made outstanding contributions to precision guidance.

boom! boom! boom!

Countless small missiles exploded, each explosion sending up a cloud of smoke. Through the thick fog, Mead saw abnormal lights flashing in space. The hidden enemies reappeared as if their holographic projections had broken down, and the part of the fog that suppressed psionic energy also caused them pain.

Upon realizing they had been exposed, the Eldar went mad, chanting the name of their youngest queen, and leaped into the Krieg forces, swords drawn, attempting to kill as many as possible.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Mead heard the shouts of the other commanders, Bankelig, and then he felt the ground tremble.

despair!despair!despair!

After firing three shots, Mead immediately made way. These exceptionally tall Eldar, unaware of what was coming, continued to roar and chase after the bait.

laugh! ! !

A spear forged from black stone pierced its chest. The Eldar turned around in disbelief, and the raging warhorse breathed hot air into its face. The spear tossed it to the ground like trash, where its ribs were crushed once more by the galloping warhorse.

The cavalry charged into the battlefield!

Galloping on horseback! The cavalry charged into groups of three or five Eldar warriors, and the battle line began to advance again. Eldar who were left behind by the cavalry would be immediately finished off by the nearby infantry until they were completely dead!

"charge!"

The Watcher shouted, and the Mechanicus's chaff flew overhead a second time, colliding with Krieg's own shells and crashing into the front lines.

Warhorses led the way, and countless plumes of smoke exploded around them, leaving the Eldar, who relied on holographic invisibility, nowhere to hide and forcing them to engage the Kriegs in direct combat.

Even if they try to retreat, Kriegs will immediately catch up and get right up to them. If the Eldar slow down even a little, the Kriegs can end their lives instantly!

As the battle lines shifted, alien gunboats resembling ships appeared, their streamlined vessels hoisting their sails and charging at high speed into the battle lines.

The Eldar prefer highly mobile warfare; they enjoy charging into enemy lines, disrupting the battle lines, and using efficient killing sprees to rout the enemy. But the Kriegs are clearly not the kind of army that would rout. After a brief period of chaos, the Kriegs immediately began to counterattack.

The actions of the Fallen Eldar did not disrupt Krieg's plans. On the contrary, the appearance of vehicles ignited the fervor of another faction, and the Mechanicus, which was deployed in the rear, sent out their frigates.

"In the name of Hades! Om Messiah!!!"

Summoning Hades, these crimson madmen, even more dazzling than the Seraphim, charged into the battle, their cultist army and vehicles making them even more conspicuous against the understated darkness of Krieg—the Kriegs currently don't have many mechanical cultist troops, but that doesn't diminish their prominence.

Keep pushing forward!

Explosions erupted around them, but they never stopped. Mead fired at the strong men, at the linemen who looked just like him, and at the gunboats.

On the fierce battlefield, countless people fell, but countless others continued to advance. Gorgon armored vehicles stopped behind them time and time again, and new Kriegs immediately joined the battle.

The number of corpses beneath their feet was increasing, but they were not just theirs and the enemy's; the corpses of the planet's original inhabitants embraced each other in death with eerie smiles, gradually replacing the land.

When he finally ran out of ammunition, he threw down his gun without hesitation, pulled out an entrenching tool, and with a whoosh, a bright green light shone on the blade. Mead swung the tool and shaved off half of the skull of the grotesque demon in front of him.

"Ugh."

"Uuuuuu——"

A strange sound wave rang out, and Mead saw a circular altar in front of him, on which sat a female alien being, plucking a stringed instrument and emitting a sobbing sound like crying.

? !

Mead bent over abruptly, feeling dizzy. The temperature had already reached its limit. He could have endured the intense combat and the sweltering battlefield, but now Mead suddenly felt hot. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood was flowing from his nostrils.

He felt as if his whole body was burning, but his chest was cool—it was Hades's gift. Mead trembled as he clutched the donut necklace through his coat.

Praise Hades.

He thought, suddenly it felt as if he could breathe again, but the other Kriegs who had invaded this area were not as lucky as him. They were also controlled by the sound waves, and the serpentine demons that emerged from the corpses on the altar beheaded them.

The people behind them raised their guns and fired, but the emerald light was blocked by some invisible energy shield, and the banshee continued to pluck her strings and sing softly.

No—it's no use! Mead was bleeding from all seven orifices. In his last moments, he clung tightly to Hades, his last lifeline. Mead saw the inside of someone's goggles burst open with a mist of blood, slowly sliding to the ground.

"In the name of Hades! Demon! I will eradicate all injustice!"

A loud shout!

Mead suddenly regained control of his body. Without hesitation, he turned around to look for cover and saw the Dark Priest passing by. The familiar red-haired woman was wearing heavy armor and carrying a greatsword. She casually sprinkled a thick layer of dust on Mead.

Mead immediately felt the urge to leave that terrible state, and he felt calmer and more powerless.

The priest paused briefly, then pushed off with his heels—

He slashed rapidly towards the six-armed demoness!

The demon played the harp again, but the priest of the underworld shouted the hymns of the underworld religion, directly eliminating the disturbance of chaos. With a twist of his serpentine waist, the heavy sword cleaved through the air. The priest of the underworld suddenly turned his head and raised his hand towards the demon on his right without the slightest hesitation. Fire and powder exploded together!

"Hiss! Aaaaaaaaah!"

The demon screamed, the sound waves powerful enough to tear everything apart. Mead felt blood flowing from his ears, but the priest of the underworld only shouted his doctrines and swung his sword at the demon again!

The followers of the Underworld Cult have an extraordinary resistance to chaos. Two more Underworld Cult members appeared in other directions of the altar, sprinkling some kind of liquid onto the circular altar. Mead clearly felt the temperature dropping.

Seemingly realizing what the Netherworld Cult was planning, the demon seized the opportunity and pounced on the Netherworld Cult member. Its claws pierced through, and its mouth opened to an unimaginable extent, emitting sound waves—the space began to fluctuate. They began to fight, but the intensity of the psionic energy within the space was rising!

The other two cultists immediately attacked the demon, but were stopped by countless snake women climbing out of the altar. After thinking for a moment, Mead finally picked up his shovel and stepped out from behind the cover.

He rushed forward, and it wasn't as painful as he had imagined. The ash on his body protected him. Mead swung his shovel, and demonic flesh splattered in front of him. The ground began to sink, as if trying to swallow them all up, but Mead was good at traversing this kind of terrain. He stumbled and climbed to the very center, his shovel cutting through countless pieces of flesh.

Upon seeing him approach, the priest, who was fighting with the demon, suddenly grabbed the six-armed demon, choked it, and threw it behind him. The remaining arms of the six-armed demon pierced into the priest's body, but the priest showed no sign of letting up.

"Chop at the neck! Remember to shout 'Hades'!!!"

"..."

"In the name of Hades!"

The emerald arc drew a graceful curve in the air, and the head spun around, seeing the reinforcements that the Underworld Cult had truly sent to kill it, arriving late.

The soulless Oglin stood beside the altar, its mouth agape, staring at it.

"……Oh shit,"

Reina, the priestess of the underworld, said, and then she laughed.

"Idiot, I'm here to stall the demon, not to actually kill it—you really think I can kill one?"

"But it's already dead."

Mead said, raising his shovel, ignoring the cultist, and charging toward the remaining snake women.

"Oh shit……"

"Rena said softly, and she turned on the channel,"

"Altar number three has been removed... Send the soulless giant to altar number sixteen..."

This was merely one battlefield on this planet. Looking further afield, down into the clouds, amidst the exploding fighter jets, at least ten festering, pinkish-purple boils appeared on the planet.

Further away, amidst the sea of ​​stars, warships wailed like giant whales as they ran aground and exploded, their deathly brilliance rivaling the sun. Amidst this, a faceless giant hovered, with fragments of stars floating beside him.

On other planets, on battlefields of even greater intensity, the Pale Lord tolls a bell, its distant sound sweeping across the battlefield along with the mist.

Yay! That's all!

Chapter 679 The River of Time

The joy of the past is gone; magnificent light streams through the glass windows of the soaring dome, illuminating the ruins scattered throughout the lobby.

Corpses piled one on top of another, slaves, yearning for a final moment of tenderness, begged their masters for their favor like ants.

"Take a bite, and another bite. Its sweet juice has already flowed onto your lips. Why worry about losing it in the future? How joyful we are at this moment..."

The once pristine ivory white is still faintly discernible, but now it has been soaked in the blood and fluids of slaves, turning into a ripe, rotten yellow orange. The glittering ornaments hang from the armor, jingling softly.

"But why am I in so much pain? My serpent-tailed queen..."

The alien creature cradled the head of another fallen Elven, gently pressing it against the radiant blue helmet, as if tenderly embracing it. Blood seeped from the gap between the visor and the helmet, dried and rotten.

The delicacies at the foot of its throne had long since rotted, and its bare feet trod on the untouched food and blood, while a long tongue protruded from the broken lower half of its helmet.

It was so engrossed that it seemed to ignore the rustling sounds outside the lobby, like the squeaks of rodents.

"The outer area of ​​the sixth altar has been cleaned. Group 08122, continue forward."

Outside the hall, Vox spoke these words, a bell hanging from his waist. Six death shrouds silently followed him. On their way there, countless corrupted spirit corpses lay in pools of blood, including Sona, serpent demons, and others—fallen spirits that only the soulless could barely fight against on other battlefields.

Vox made a few hand gestures, and the bodies in the death shrouds separated. Vox and another person stood at the main entrance, while the others stood in front of the easily breached wall to place the explosives.

The countdown begins, beep, beep, beep...

Count down to the last seven numbers.

boom!

Lost in the kiss, the fallen Eldar suddenly looked to the right where the wall had been blown open. The main entrance facing it was kicked open, and Vox fired a burst of bullets!

The earth trembled violently.

In the blink of an eye! Vox, who was just at the main entrance, arrived at his target with astonishing speed. His phantom seemed to still be inside the lobby, his tattered scythe reaching forward with a clang!

The Eldar, who had just been limp and lifeless, gripped the spear in his hand and blocked Vox's attack!

At the same time, the Death Shroud also unleashed a barrage of ammunition at the Fallen Eldar, but some kind of energy shield intercepted it all.

"...the blessed ones."

A soft sound came from the helmet, but Vox ignored it, stepped back with his front leg and pushed off the ground, then spun his sickle and struck again!

His movements were unlike his usual slow pace, but the clanging of metal did not repeat itself.

In an instant, the Eldar swiftly moved away from their original position, slashing down with their scythes. In a flash, the scythe tip touched the ground, leaving only the cleaved throne in front of Vox.

"Are you also consciously falling into depravity, visitors from other races?"

Vox turned around and saw the tall, fallen Eldar standing behind the three Death Shrouds with their arms outstretched, ashes slowly flowing from the hole pierced through the abdomen of the Death Shroud.

Vox gripped the scythe tighter, his lips pressed firmly together, and charged at the Eldar once more—

As expected, Vox quickly twisted his wrist, the back of his scythe scraping against the wall and sending sparks flying. He turned back again and saw that his other comrade had also been knocked down.

A tough nut to crack.

Vox stared at the seemingly idle Eldar, wearing a bone-white helmet and a blue visor. Judging from the armor's design, this Eldar was a branch of the Eldar's Shining Spear before his fall.

The Shining Spear... is a branch of the Aedane that prides itself on its integrity.