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

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Death made a throat-slitting gesture.

Are you satisfied with this, old knight?

Mortarian asked, but Luther became vague in his answer.

"grown ups……"

The knight said,

“You should be careful of Makado. He possesses some… peculiar device that allows him to cross between the psionic and physical realms simultaneously.”

Mortarion fell silent. The Primarch had already sorted out the relationships, and he thought he didn't need to be entangled in the complexities and tediousness of the First Legion. Those hatreds and steadfast commitments were brutally ignored by the Pale Lord.

In short, Macado has a grudge against the lion, who is hiding in the Comoros. Macado wants to capture the lion, while the First Legion is there to rescue the Lion King.

He was wondering how much Hades knew.

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Looking out from the Salamander's ship, Hades saw those creatures rapidly emerging from the warp.

The Emperor is above!

The fleets left afterimages on Hades's retina as quickly as bricks burning with golden flames.

It’s ridiculous.

Had Hades wondered if he had ever imagined these things before? He was referring to a fleet of ships powered by necromantic space engines and engulfed in golden flames.

Even if Hades approved the draft, and even if the faster-than-light inertia-free engine was created by Hades and Tarasin in collusion, Hades would still cry out blasphemy when he actually saw these faster-than-light ships.

Looking at the blazing golden fleet, Hades seemed to hear the arrogant laughter of the Lord of Mankind. Hades imagined a madman sitting on a golden toilet, throwing burning bricks at the four gods.

"Send them all the data and location information."

Hades said that his warriors began to work, and after arriving at the battlefield, Hades quickly took over the area, and the Eldar temporarily ceased their attack because of his arrival.

Hades got along very well with the salamanders, which even gave him the illusion that the salamanders were better than the Ultramarines, because the Ultramarines were sometimes hypocritical, but the salamanders were not.

He felt a little regretful that he hadn't had much contact with Vulcan before—but there would always be opportunities in the future.

Hades didn't believe they would lose. This time, Hades wouldn't appear as the supreme commander; the ultimate commander would be Mortarian.

Only Death is locked in the strategy room, gazing at the situation and pondering deeply, while Hades's job is simply to appear on the most intense battlefields and inflict heavy damage on Slaanesh.

A chess piece with the strength of a "god" can move freely on the chessboard unless the player leaves the table to fight it.

But the hidden player has already foreseen the consequences.

Will they try to unite with the undead to fight Hades? Or will they join forces with the Star Gods?

Regardless, they are destined to need the help of other physical forces, but unfortunately, none of the major forces on the physical side are on good terms with Chaos.

Hades closed his eyes, controlling the Dark Domain, carefully avoiding the ships burning with golden flames... letting them respond as much as possible to the prayers from the people on this long front.

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"Damn it, Tarasin!"

Orikan cursed, for the astrologer was now even larger, his crown even more dazzling, with a strange and mysterious light shimmering on it, as if it had pierced through time and was eternal.

But now, the astrologer's single eye was wide open, its finger trembling as it pointed grotesquely at the burning human fleet on the screen.

"what is this?"

Orikan shouted,

"What is this?! Tarachin—what is this?! What have you done behind the backs of the Fearful Dead?"

Beside the furious Orikan, another tall figure stared intently at the screen, a gleaming white tiger knife peeking out from beneath a gray wolf skin, and boots inlaid with python skin. The Khan's eyes were shining.

The Khan's face remained carefree; compared to his other brothers, he was still young, and as unrestrained and free as a whirlwind.

As time went by, he grew weaker and weaker, becoming more and more like his former self.

Let nature take its course.

The Heavenly Khan pondered for a moment and said...

Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a harbinger of misfortune.

"Do not!!!"

Orikan shouted,

"That damned thing betrayed the Fear of Death—I shouldn't have helped it last time, the time before that, and the time before that! Let's see what it does now?!"

The Primarch remained silent; the Astrologer seemed to ignore the fact that it now stood beside the Heavenly Khan, a cunning oversight that left the Khan speechless with amusement.

The astrologer reached out, and light burst forth in his palm, now in a state of abundant energy—a promise from the Lord of Humanity.

Ignoring Eurican, ignoring the sounds like ghostly wails, wolf howls, wailing cries, and the lamentations of thousands outside the ship, the Khan carefully examined the screen again… He was delighted by the ship's speed.

This is the reality he longed for. Zhuangzi dreamed of a butterfly, a thousand butterflies dream a thousand dreams, ten thousand butterflies fly together, can they catch the most dazzling one?

The Khan stared intently at the small screen as he thought about it. Beside him, Orikan screamed, as if he could see an even worse future because of Tarasin.

The scene gradually pulls away from the cramped and dimly lit room. The white-scarred mothership Bladestorm is in a low-energy state, its deck soaked in blood, revealing an eerie blackish-blue hue. In those unnoticed corners, the battle continues, endlessly.

Further away, aboard the Space Wolf Herakfin, the wolf king Leman Ruth is holding a funeral for the deceased lion Leon Johnsen.

After the funeral, the lion will come back to life.

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 676 Bad Taste

"It's a real shame that Lao Mo is still on the road."

Hades raised his hand, making a meaningless gesture of gazing into the distance. His face, now completely black and empty, stretched into the distance. Frost climbed the silver-white metal beside the hole in his face, and the scorching light of the star behind him streaked across his armor, outlining his figure in a dazzling way.

The blessing from the previous fleet allowed him to adapt to facing the void, and his physical strength enabled him to be directly exposed in space with ease.

The ships that arrived at faster-than-light speed were not exposed. This small fleet was entirely under the command of the Emperor—and judging from the posture of these ships, it seemed that the Emperor was eager to take down the Eldar.

The Eldar fleet pierced the Empire's territory like spikes. Due to the nature of their ships, these plundering fleets expanded their occupied territory to an unimaginable extent in a short period of time.

On the star map, the alluring purple of the Slaanesh Eldar has already permeated the Isaniad Sector. The Eldar do not tend to directly occupy territory—they are more like herdsmen in the sea of ​​stars, wantonly plundering the Imperial fleets taking off.

But this time... the heavy cavalry from the Empire had already laid an ambush on their hunting route.

Judging from the battle lines, the Eldar are most likely attacking a supply and refugee convoy that has set sail from the Polando and Pastoral planets – Castellan, which lies in front of these two agricultural planets, has already fallen.

The inherently greedy Slaanesh race will not let go of this piece of fat meat.

Hades remained silent, floating in front of the star, sometimes turning himself upside down to get a better view—his back was warm from the sun.

He remained silent, waiting, holding his breath.

Before launching their attack, the Eldar fleet was completely cloaked. The aliens abandoned their Void Shields and instead used universal field effects to confuse the enemy, just as they typically did with their infantry.

Taking stealth and agility to the extreme comes at the cost of a lack of defense.

For this race, skilled in plunder, there was nothing wrong with it; after filling their warehouses with gold coins and souls, they would immediately leave.

Even when faced with large fleets of other races, the Eldar can simply choose to flee—their stealth and agility make them extremely difficult to capture.

It's like two extremes on a seesaw. Compared to the Eldar, the human empires of the past focused more on defense and armor stacking, with heavier adamantite ramming horns and more efficient void shields...

However, things are different now.

Hades could already sense the eagerness of the Lord of Mankind.

For the purpose of communication, the Emperor released some of his psionic energy to deploy around Hades. That small portion of golden psionic energy was shining happily at the moment, as if anticipating, or even gloating, what was about to happen.

"Don't be happy too early."

Hades muttered to himself. Although he also believed that the upcoming battle would be a crushing defeat, the Lord of Humanity had abandoned his bottom line in the face of faster-than-light speed. Among these ships burning with golden flames, there were actually quite a few ships that had been completely taken over by the Nirvana System.

In other words, there were no humans left, nor were there any human souls. After all, the Imperial Demon Army was small in number—many heroes had been intercepted by Makado.

"If the battle situation becomes too complex, I don't think the Nirvana system carried by the fleet has enough computing power."

Hades said, as if talking to himself, as he continued to survey the star field before him. The void between the stars was quiet, with only cargo fleets and light patrols from two agricultural planets slowly sailing by.

You don't understand psionic energy.

"Then let's see just how far psychic energy can go,"

Hades said, softening his tone.

"x46900, y54700, z92400; x56900, y84700, z62400. At least twenty-four ships of battleship size, and... I estimate more than one hundred and ninety light cruisers, and more than three hundred frigates—seventy percent of the fleet's ships are of the Dark Eldar and Eldar pirate type, and the rest are miscellaneous."

"so much?"

Hades muttered to himself that the reported Eldar ship attacks from other parts of the battlefront had not decreased, proving that this force had just emerged from the Webpath.

Hades had reason to believe that Slaanesh could extract even more ships from the Web.

Even though the Eldar are known for having fewer ships, the Empire will eventually face an Eldar navy that far outnumbers their own, given that the Dark Prince has exposed their resources.

This is not good news. The pressure on the sea will be immense, and due to the unique nature of the void, individual units will not have a decisive impact on the battle.

"Is the Slaanesh planning to launch a further attack on the Isaniad Sector?"

As expected, there is an Eldar expedition world in the Isaniad sector that was burned by Macador.

The Emperor's psionic energy beside him did not answer; a ray of golden light pierced through the void from afar and landed on Hades's hollow face.

Hades's gaze fell upon a corner of the strange ship, burning with flames of fanaticism and faith.

The warhorse trampled through the nebula, its dazzling platinum flames billowing with inertia, its blood-red tail flames swaying, unfurling a fluttering banner of light.

Hades seemed to hear the emperor's unrestrained laughter—it seemed that the Lord of Humanity had waited for this day for too long. Faster than light was the dream of all living beings; it was a romance unique to time and space.

Perhaps the Lord of Humanity simply thinks it's cool.

The massive, heavy adamantium ram flashed with the brilliance of the sun, carrying a speed far beyond its appearance. The warhorse carrying the heavily armored knight leaped into the air, the lance in the knight's hand now gleaming, flashing with bloodthirsty fervor.

On cruisers and battleships, the bells of the layered churches rang out in unison. With each swing of the bells, golden ripples spread across the dark starry sky, singing a hymn of loyalty and faith.

Armored in fine gold and steeds ablaze with flames, the paladin convoy strode past the stunned cargo ship fleet of the agricultural planet without stopping, their gazes unwavering.

The cargo ships were bustling with activity. The portholes were already packed with people, who stared in disbelief and knelt in prayer, trembling, in the direction the flames had gone.

"x47100, y54900, z93400; x57900, y86000, z62400."

Hades continued, saying that even though the distance between them was far enough, Hades still felt that scorching and pure power, which was not weak at all; on the contrary, it was filled with a warlike fervor.

Hades thought that the Eldar fleet might find them ridiculous. The Imperial fleet was like a giant running at high speed, and from a common-sense perspective, such enormous speed and mass would bring unimaginable inertia.

However—the reason why the engines of the Necromancers are so important is precisely because the Necromancers have solved the problem of inertia. If it were simply a matter of increasing speed, given the Empire's expertise in launching powerful projectiles, achieving this would not be particularly difficult.

The real key to fighting is always hitting the target.

It seems that the Lord of Man does not want to reveal the lack of inertia quickly. The side guns on the warship are adjusting their angles, and Hades sees the brilliance of the first wave of torpedoes.

From an outsider's perspective, this imperial fleet appeared abruptly and began firing on the star system to its side—

But in Hades's view, he saw the Eldar warships that had already dodged. Those illusory and indistinguishable alien ships nimbly scattered in all directions. Hades believed that they were preparing to retreat, and the Eldar pirates' solar sails were already deflected to their maximum extent.

"Strange, eerie."

Inside the command center of the Netherworld warship, the Eldar captain, inhaling the pale purple gas, stared blankly at the enemy ship on the star map, his bewildered eyes stinging his eyes despite the golden flames emanating from it—but none of this was intimidating.

They can evade—or the opposing side may try to "trap" them with pseudo-Imperial psionic energy from the warp.

This further confused the Eldar. They had been told that the dead existed in this star system, but instead of those dark and silent behemoths, they were greeted by a strutting fleet of ships, with almost every deck gleaming with gold.

This proves one point—the Lord of Mankind is not as limited as he appears; this brutal and greedy tyrant has also joined the war in another form.

In the distance… Slaanesh in Comorone began to howl and chant uneasily, seemingly annoyed by the deception of the Lord of Mankind in his former form.

On the largest battleship, atop the towering clock tower, beside the swaying clock, a phantom figure seemed to appear.

Purify the impurities.

The distant cry, like that of an ancient whale, mingled with the rising chimes of bells. The burning flames seemed to roar at this moment. Hades saw a tiny point of light that almost pierced through the dark void, a sign that the engine was operating at full power.

Between the flames and the steel structure, the burning Space Marine figures stood still, while on the lead light cruiser Crying, Garo raised the sword at his waist.

"All personnel, turn left."