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

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The poisonous barb at the tip of the giant scythe was just a hair's breadth away from touching Aisha's nose.

It seems you have ulterior motives?

Motarian said calmly, and the next moment he exerted force in his arm—the scythe was pulled back sharply!

With tears streaming down her face, Aisha immediately released the chains that were stuck on the scythe. The chains that had once bound her had now become her only weapon. Before she could even stand firm, the Pale Lord's attacks came from all directions!

The giant scythe created dazzling afterimages in the air, each strike accompanied by a deafening sonic boom! In the rose field, roses were whipped up by the lingering wind and fell into the air like a grand funeral.

Clang! Ding ding ding! Clang—! Clang—!

The sound of metal clashing rang out one after another, and amidst the rustling of scythes, streaks of blood appeared on Aisha's body, some shallow, some deep, some so deep that the white bones were visible.

Elsa gritted her teeth, feeling her legs, half-broken and rotting from the shackles, unable to support her weight. She tried to use the vines growing from the earth to disrupt Death's advance, but to no avail.

no no……

Tears welled in Aisha's shimmering eyes. The Eldar were not yet extinct, and her beloved children could still live happily in the world. She remembered the words that the children of Sigakito had conveyed to her—that the Eldar could return to their former glory.

This is why... this is why... she and the children broke their promise to humanity. She wanted to go back, she wanted to go back! Helping humanity only leads to the destruction of the Grim Reaper!

Elsa forced out the words through her clenched teeth.

I'm so sorry...

She spoke as softly as possible, "But this world needs love and new life... Death God of humanity, cease your destruction! If you relinquish your destructive tendencies, the Spirit Race is willing to join forces with humanity, and we can rebuild... Ah!"

The giant scythe grazed her cheek, sending blood and flesh flying!

Mortarian's eyes remained expressionless; perhaps his inhuman, insect-like eyes had long since lost all capacity for joy or sorrow.

You were the ones who first "invited" me to slaughter Slaanesh.

The Pale Lord spun his wrist, unleashing another vicious and devastating blow! Aisha staggered.

The overturned Eldar finally stood up and rushed into the battle, but the Pale Lord looked at them as if they were insects. His dim green and white eyes caught sight of Evelynn's figure.

Mortarian chuckled, and the Lord of Death suddenly raised his voice, mimicking the words of the Eldar from years past with uncanny accuracy.

"Great human death god, we only ask for the death of our youngest queen—we can offer anything for you; if you desire our deaths, then take them all."

Motalian chuckled, but his voice sounded like the dying asthma of a leper.

Death casually swung his scythe as if taking a halftime break, and fragments of the Eldar race, hurtling towards him, flew out in a vortex, their blood staining the half-withered white roses on the ground crimson.

Mortarian raised his hand, and in his long, slender hand, as if holding a rag doll, appeared a hideous Eldar head.

[What did those Dark Eldar say to you?]

Mortarian said calmly as he watched Aisha fall to the ground. His poison, combined with Nurgle's putrid decay, finally pierced the wound on Aisha's ankle, and she collapsed helplessly to the ground.

I'm curious, what did they say to you?

Mortarion casually tossed away the head of the Dark Eldar, sensing familiar psionic energy within it... How interesting, why is He everywhere?

The scythe left deep gashes on the ground. Mortarian strode up to Aisha, stomped through the flesh and bone clinging to her ankle, and kicked them aside. Now she didn't need her feet anymore.

In his opinion, Nurgle was still merciful enough not to sever the feet of the Eldar god.

He pulled a syringe from his pouch. Aisha's self-healing and self-purification abilities were extremely strong; she could even purify Nurgle's toxins. Mortarion didn't think he could surpass Nurgle in this regard, but delaying for a while would be enough.

He casually tossed aside the syringe, injected the toxin, and an abnormal green appeared under the skin of the Spirit God.

Elsa gasped for breath, her distorted vision seeing the figures of the Death Guards gathering in the woods, and the children who were still clinging to life—she had merely traveled from one prison to another.

Tears streamed down Aisha's face as she recalled the glory days, her longing for her husband Kunos, and the magnificent Eldar Pantheon... but now only she and Sigaki remained.

She recalled the words spoken by these spirits, so different from the ordinary spirits, and the magnificent scenes they had shown her. No, she couldn't be mistaken; it was the power of Kunos, and the spirit race's chief god, Asuyan…

……

“Mother Goddess, with the help of the ancient sacred technology Ouroboros, we can reverse time, from the moment the youngest queen died, back to the time when the Eldar were at their peak, and rewrite everything—my Lord has already foreseen destiny.”

She lowered her eyes and saw the unfamiliar child take out a jester's mask, with a large, sparkling diamond pendant adorned with teardrops, and a familiar light flashing between the mask's open mouth... Xi Gaoqi.

Aisha was in a daze for a moment. How long had it been since she had seen her old companions? Even though Sigucci's psychic powers were somewhat unfamiliar... Aisha was no longer young after being imprisoned day after day.

She wouldn't admit it.

She put on the mask and caught a glimpse of what Sigucci wanted her to see—

She saw the final moments of prosperity before Slaanesh awoke.

Aisha instinctively reached out, as if touching a wisp of wind from ten thousand years ago; she truly felt the psychic power of her former companion…

The jester's mask shattered, like a gemstone being broken, and in the glittering light, Elsa realized that she was in tears.

"What did Xi Gaoqi say?" she asked.

“We need to get rid of the eyes and ears of humanity—confine the Pale Lord to the garden, exchange his confinement for your freedom, and permanently weaken the power of the High Heavens.”

Aisha opened her mouth, tears streaming down her parched and cracked lips. She looked toward the Pale Lord in the distance, who was battling the Nurgle army. Deathguard missiles exploded above their heads, and black sand swirled around her hair.

Okay.

Elsa said this.

……

...but she did not manage to escape.

Tears welled in her eyes as Aisha saw Death crouch down, his insect-like armor on his hands seeming to come alive, the joints clicking and clacking. Mortarion's hands quickly formed a new gas mask, resembling a giant arthropod.

Before she was deprived of the ability to breathe and speak, Aisha spoke, her voice trembling.

+I'm so sorry…+she said,+If you see Sigucci, please convey my apology. I have let him down—but please don't direct your anger at him for my foolishness; he still hopes to fulfill his dream of killing Him…+

Elsa's tears welled up on her long, thick eyelashes like morning dew, but Mortarian remained unmoved.

I'm so scared, I've let him down...

Lies, Mortarian thought, never trust the Eldar; they are full of lies.

【Quiet. 】

Mortarian said that he roughly pressed the gas mask onto Aisha, and the white mist, a symbol of death, quickly rushed into the Mother Goddess's respiratory system, numbing her nerves.

Mist swirled, forming new chains that pierced through Aisha's body. Mortarian rose and carefully broke each of Aisha's bones with his scythe, then grabbed one end of the misty chain.

Around the battlefield, the Death Guardians were also killing or binding any living Eldar.

【Walk. 】

Motarian said, panting wearily.

[Leave here immediately... Let's go back.]

【go back……】

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Foolish Eldar...

Failed……

On the throne, the emperor, dressed in magnificent robes, looked displeased. He placed one hand on the armrest and held a magnificent imperial mask in the other, adorned with dazzling spirit race patterns inlaid with diamonds.

The hand holding the mask, with its robes hanging down, faintly glowed with the markings of the Lord of Myriad Changes, interspersed with the aura of the Spirit Clan's Xigaoqi.

It failed.

The emperor said coldly, "The Spirit Race is indeed unreliable."

Beneath the throne, within the desolate palace, faint screams of agony echoed, yet He was still worthy of being chosen. Compared to Slaanesh, He offered these thrill-seeking Eldar a more "safe" pleasure.

The shimmering blue patterns on the emperor's hand lit up. The emperor turned his head to look at his hand, as if he had heard something, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he chuckled.

If you want me to be a stepping stone to your victory,

The emperor spoke with a mocking tone.

+Wanbiantian, you should show some sincerity. How's your battle with the Lord of Humanity going? You should be worried about canines. +

The birdsong rang out, but the emperor ignored it and closed his eyes to ponder.

He also needs to... expend energy figuring out how to contend with the Lord of Mankind... those foolish policies.

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Not found yet.

Koz said with some pleasure, biting his fingertip and marking an X with his blood on the report.

On the other side of the room, Fugen sat at a two-person table and calmly took a sip of tea.

The sound of the pearl necklace tightening rang out, and the peculiar, fishy smell of fat being cut wafted around Fugen's nose. Fugen, his face ashen, remained unmoved. He simply sipped his rare afternoon tea instead of falling asleep amidst a chorus of waaghs.

I almost caught the lion this time.

Koz walked over, straightened his jewelry, and sat down casually opposite Fugen.

You said that four times, and you said you were "close to him" 19 times.

Fugen took another sip of hot tea. "You need to speed things up. I feel He's getting increasingly irritable lately."

Upon hearing this, Kurtz just chuckled.

"It's more than just irritability," he said playfully, "He's becoming more and more like a medieval tyrant driven mad."

Fugen simply looked at Koz, as if it were commonplace.

"Okay, okay," Koz raised his hand, announcing his major breakthrough, "This time I found the traces of where he hid the Tuchucha engine. I almost raided the lion's lair this time."

Fu Gen paused in his teacup.

The Ouroboros, the Tuchucha Engine, and the Heart of Plague—these three artifacts, when combined, bring more than just the ability to excavate the Web; the ancient artifacts possess the power to travel through time.

The Emperor now possesses both the Ouroboros and the Heart of Plague, with only the Tuchucha Engine remaining. However, ten thousand years ago, at the crucial moment on Caliban, Leon Johnson seized the opportunity to steal it and hid it in the Webpath, thus indefinitely delaying the Emperor's plans.

Does He really want to change the time?

[Changes?] Koz laughed. [It's manipulation, it's plunder—all for His utterly insane dream.]

Fugen seemed to have thought of something; he nodded, then shook his head and sighed.

He wants too much.

"Birds of a feather," Coates said, "they're all the same."

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The ravens cawed.

Inside the First Legion's massive fortress, in the deepest recesses of a secret chamber, a giant belonging to the shadows vaguely appears in the darkness.

Across the shadows, Luther, with his white hair and wrinkled face, removed his helmet. Time flies. He still dreams of the past when he was teaching the Lion Rider spirit.

Do you think it's time?

The veteran of the First Army Corps asked respectfully,

"…Motalian is coming back."

The situation for the lion is not optimistic.

"He failed in the garden," Corax said. "He will intensify his pursuit of the lion."

They are all under the emperor's close surveillance... Let me go, to announce good news or bad news, I will speak for them.

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Undercurrents may be surging, but the eye of the storm is always calm.

Hades was browsing the Motorist forum and thought these Motorist guys were really interesting. They were currently debating whether binary wills or natural language wills were more legally valid or should be more protected by law.

"Come over for a meeting!!"

Makado's hoarse and irritable voice rang out, and Hades gave a casual "hmm" in response.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 618 The Empire Emerges with a Flourishing of Talent

Dust and fog rose, and cobwebs filled the air. Karas lifted his foot, and a thin layer of dust covered his helmet and boots.