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

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A purple-eyed offspring looked at him; his right arm had long since been cruelly severed, and his face bore the remnants of insulting tattoos.

When will you leave?

I'm not leaving.

Leon spoke calmly, his facial expression revealing no emotion, and he resumed his journey, his destination a small, collapsed network tunnel exit in the Comoros.

He cannot use his psionic powers openly, lest Slaanesh discover it, and if so, the lion will have to leave.

He can't leave now.

If they leave, they will never be able to easily return to Comoros. The mad Slaanesh has already transformed this place into some kind of giant cocoon, a hazy silver liquid and silk that wraps it layer upon layer, like a giant egg incubating some kind of god.

He still has a mission here; he cannot leave.

Leon led his offspring and warriors forward step by step. Since the arrival of Slaanesh, this place had become unsuitable for their survival. Before that, these warriors were the best hunters of lions.

But now, here, in these drastically changed times for the Slaanesh, they need to leave quickly.

Every step was perfectly timed; the Primarch moved swiftly and silently through the streets and alleys of the ruined city.

To avoid touching the ubiquitous psionic threads, his offspring tread in his footsteps with every step. This might be difficult for ordinary warriors, but the fallen angels do it well, because those who make mistakes are eliminated.

Another piercing, long scream came from afar, from Aisha.

Don't look back.

Leon reminded his warriors to heed his instructions and continue forward, while the lion squinted and glanced quickly to the side.

The brief purple mist was blown away by a shriek, revealing what lay behind it.

He saw Elsa expand to an unimaginable size, an unimaginable madness and blasphemy, Elsa becoming so enormous that she could become a kind of iconic building.

It was a... strange kind of swelling.

But the most horrifying thing was not that. The Eldar Mother Goddess had been completely transformed into a tool of Slaanesh. Her abdomen was swollen high, and her thin, cicada-wing-like skin allowed the Primarch to easily see inside. Inside were countless Eldar fetuses floating in the amniotic fluid, some of which were deformed, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

A tube resembling a genital organ had fallen from Aisha's mouth, from which the forbidden drugs and remnants of the soul seeping from Slaanesh's abdominal wound were gushing out.

That—that wasn't a normally born Elven race.

Aisha was cursed by the Empire; she would never again bear a soul for any Eldar, and every child she gave birth to would be stillborn. This curse came from the enemy, written by the Pale Lord who usurped power from the Garden, and reinforced by the Emperor of Four Colors.

But within that swollen belly, countless stiff fetuses twitched intermittently.

Slaanesh applied the Eldar's cloning technology to Aisha, turning her into a living cloning pod, and futilely stuffed the Eldar Mother Goddess with the Eldar remnants that flowed out of her, desperately trying to create new life.

Meanwhile, countless true offspring of the Spirit Race were copulating on the swollen belly of the Mother Goddess, screaming in agony. Some male Spirit Race beings, with only their heads remaining and their genitals connected by the spinal cord, were stuffed into the bodies of crazed female Spirit Race beings, simply because the females were hungry during copulation. Their flesh was devoured and transformed into more convenient forms. At the same time, they were completely deprived of the right to copulate with their peers, and the bellies of some plump males also began to swell.

Fertility.

He wants new life.

He wants new souls.

It was as if a gigantic maw was licking the reproductive tract of each true child, the fragrance of the souls gestating within driving the weakened god mad. He wanted the souls! He wanted them all!

Beneath the mad god, a mixture of semen and blood gushed out, and the wound on his abdomen began to fester, oozing a putrid stench unlike the musk that permeated the ground. Yet, this did not cause his abdomen to shrink; on the contrary, it swelled up.

Every now and then, a huge, sharp, resentful bulge would pierce from within His abdomen, as if some living thing was frantically destroying and devouring His interior—

That's Death.

On the day the last Eldar dies, on the day the last Eldar soul is shattered, Death will utterly slay Slaanesh, bringing an end to the Eldar's millennia-long vengeance.

In the hazy, still air, the faint sound of Xi Gaoqi's maniacal laughter could be heard once more.

……

Extreme madness and despair.

The Lion King turned around, a flash of madness in his eyes instantly replaced by cold rationality; this place was no longer suitable for anyone to stay.

At least, humans cannot resist the current situation.

He just wanted to make amends for his past mistakes... and to fulfill his mission.

The Primarch possessed absolute reconnaissance capabilities, and the group quickly found a suburb far from the main city. From time to time, beast-like humanoid figures crawled among the piles of corpses, but the lion ignored them all.

A low fortress came into their view.

With his head bowed, the lion entered the dilapidated fortress and instinctively found the control room. In front of the control panel, Leon reached out, and frost spread from under his gauntlets. Then, the sound of the instruments starting up again rang out.

It's time to go.

Leon said, leading his warriors into the fortress's underground chamber, where there was a small entrance to a net tunnel. He lifted the partition and whistled.

A raven landed on his arm guard.

Let it guide you.

The Lion King said, and the raven, understanding his meaning, flapped its wings and landed on the warrior's shoulder armor.

Leon lowered his head calmly, his wrinkles adding to his weathered appearance and diminishing his imposing presence. His offspring seemed hesitant, but they probably already knew the lion's mind was made up.

"Lord Primarch,"

It was still that same guy, the Caliban with the purple eyes.

"You don't have to do that."

He said, "...we do not resent you."

My offspring,

Leon said wearily, "Was he really making amends? Or was it just his intuition that made him do this?" He didn't dwell on it and simply followed his instincts.

This is something that has already happened. I am doing what has already been done, and you are the result.

His offspring wanted to say something more, but the lion appropriately exerted some pressure, which successfully silenced them, making Leon feel relieved.

Finally, the soldiers saluted and then stepped into the net tunnel.

【call……】

Leon felt a sense of relief; there were still three groups of people left to be sent out, and he wasn't sure if any of the original offspring would continue to appear in Comoros.

He raised his hand, and the fragments of the ouroboros reappeared. Leon sensed them; there happened to be an anchor point nearby where he needed to place it.

The fluctuations in time are becoming increasingly severe.

The lion held his breath, thinking intently that he was about to return there again, to his homeland.

This time, he won't make a mistake.

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Terra

"……do not be afraid."

Hades said that the towering, cloud-like, sharp dome cast a shadow that covered half of the giant's body, like the most luxurious black swan velvet in the world.

Inside the church, which was neither too big nor too small, countless candles and incense were lit, mixed with the bones of the soulless and black stone powder that had been soaked in the Dark Domain.

Archbishop Samuel of the Church of Hades stood silently beside Hades, assisting in the blessing ceremony.

For this expedition, all key generals and their confidants must undergo anti-chaos processing.

The Emperor contracted a portion, mostly devout Legion warriors or mortals, while Mortarion also contracted a portion, mostly people from the Stormstar System.

The rest, those whose faith in the state religion was not firm and who firmly believed in the religion of the underworld, were sent to Hades' side.

Of course, Hades is not indiscriminate. To gain Hades's protection, one must have a strong enough will and be compatible with Hades's abilities.

Otherwise, before Hades could even offer his blessing, the souls of these humans would be weakened to the point of near death by the Dark Domain.

Therefore, most of those who came to Hades were steadfast secular people, which unexpectedly met the selection criteria of the Underworld Cult... Hades thought he had realized something.

Hinted at by the Soulless Guardians, Hades looked up and saw the queue waiting for blessings, among which even a few Kriegs appeared.

...Krieg should have been blessed by the Emperor, but several siege armies will likely need to venture deep into the netherworld afterward, at which point the Emperor's blessing may not be effective, and Hades will be needed.

Hades thought it was a stretch to send these unmodified humans to attack Comoros, but the Lord of Humanity and the Lord of Paleness thought it was fine. Besides, the legion's strength was insufficient; no matter how many troops they had, they wouldn't be enough to attack a god.

There was no other way... Hades could only fill the equipment slots of these people who were about to die.

Hopefully they like their new gear.

The first batch of blessings for members of the Underworld Cult has ended, as has the second batch of blessings for the Soulless and Mechanical Sages. Now comes the third batch, consisting of most of the mortal generals and over a hundred legion warriors who volunteered to go to the deepest part of the Net Path. Most of them are Dark Angels and Imperial Fists.

At that time, there would still be large-scale blessings and warding off evil, but it would not be as detailed as it is now.

Hades thought for a moment and calmly looked at the next person. This was a political commissar, whose corps was the Valhalla Ice Warriors.

A deep scar ran across the old political commissar's face. Facing Hades' face, which was as hollow as a void dragon, the tough man remained silent.

You will be invincible.

Hades said,

"I wish you well, for counterfeits will regard you as their mortal enemy."

Hades stretched out his hand and paused above the black stone basin in front of him. Drops of liquid flowed out, not quite bright red, but more like metal or pure black. However, because the room was too dark, no one could tell what color it was.

Blood dripped into the pitch blackness.

Archbishop Samuel stepped forward just in time. His bald head caught Hades' eye. The archbishop, with a stern face, addressed the one being blessed.

Then, the archbishop took out some kind of quick tattoo stamp, dipped the large and heavy stamp into the basin of blood, and the blood seeped in. The political commissar knelt on one knee, his upper body bare.

"Praise Hades."

Samuel said that at the same time, he pressed the mark on the back of the mortal, and the mark of protection pierced the skin appeared, with the words "HADES" written on it.

Initially, Hades thought he was being forced into some strange play, but eventually he succumbed to reality. His blood, combined with his true name, allowed him to sense the souls of these people and immediately determine whether they were corrupted by chaos.

Hades proposed an externally portable necklace, but it was rejected because it was clearly not secure enough.

And so... that's how it is.

Hades remained silent.

He had witnessed the blessing ceremony of Mortarion, the Lord of Mankind, and ultimately, Hades believed that his own ceremony was the simplest, most respectful, and least embarrassing for everyone.

No more.

The CET-6 (College English Test Band 6) score was easily shattered for a college student whose English wasn't very good.

Chapter 669 Strategy Room

Terra

The guards of the second company commander of the Salamander Legion hurriedly entered the palace.

The forest-green armor bore the marks of flames, and the boots were still stained with blood and mud from the alien world.

Not far behind him, a fanatical member of the Cult of the Underworld, dressed in a black protective suit, followed closely. The fire salamander's pace might be a bit too fast for a mortal, but the fanatic remained unfazed as he kept pace with the Space Marine's steps.

Before them stood a silent nun, who, after exchanging the secret code with the fanatics, began to lead the way.

A line of silent nuns stood to one side, making it clear to anyone with a discerning eye that this was Hades's instruction.

The soldiers in black helmets were disciplined and protected the two.

The fire salamander thought it was a bit of a waste, but Terra and the palace were indeed very crowded now, with countless people of all kinds brushing past them in a hurry.

The fire salamander saw countless members of the Mechanicus, as well as traveling merchants, political commissars, officers, Space Marines, psionicists, soulless beings... he even saw the Custodians.

There were also convoys transporting goods, and the palace was teeming with people like sardines.

The dark-skinned warrior surveyed the group, and from their furrowed brows, the fire lizard sensed that each of them seemed to carry a life-or-death mission on their shoulders.

If they came here on their own, they might be stopped by the crowd, or even bump into someone.

The fire lizard thought, but in front of a group of silent nuns exuding a chilling aura, everything fell into place. The dense crowd, which resembled a wall, naturally parted to make way for them.

Keep going, the palace is a huge maze.

The crowd gradually thinned out, and the fire lizard estimated that they had gone deep into the underground of the palace. Finally, they stepped onto a long corridor where you could hear a pin drop, with the Imperial Guards lined up on both sides, and a huge door staring at them.

Even before setting foot there, the fire lizard could feel the oppressive atmosphere.

Arrived.

The Silent Sisters stopped and gestured to them. The fanatics responded with a simple, awkward gesture, and then the door opened a crack for them.