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

Page 517

The green-skinned leader roared,

"Just let your father go back! I'm going to die in the WAAAGH of the bugs! My boss, Warlord, who was the toughest, is dead! Even if this is just the aftermath!! I'm going to die here happily!!!"

"Warlord?"

The Bonebreaker suddenly spoke up and asked a question, while the green-skinned leader gave a contemptuous laugh.

"You're from out of nowhere! Our Underworld Empire has six of those Warlords! While you still have the sense, surrender now!"

The Bonebreaker choked. Six Warlords?! Is this some kind of monster? What kind of monster would bring out six Warlords?! And let them happily participate in the Great WAAAAAAGH?!

This is a hero!

The Bonebreaker blinked his beady eyes, and the green-skinned warlord racked his brains but couldn't figure out what the big black monster had done wrong. It was practically the biggest green-skinned philanthropist!

...Revival...The Great WAAAAAGH...

The Bonebreaker remained silent, deeply shocked by what it saw. In a daze, the Bonebreaker even thought it had arrived at the ancient battlefield beneath the feet of Brother Mao and Brother Gao, a war between massive ships large enough to swallow the heavens and the earth.

This is practically the embodiment of the Great Expedition in the Bonebreaker's dream!

And all of this was bestowed upon us by that big black monster.

...It's a monster...kill it...

The Bonebreaker remained silent for a long time, feeling its long-held belief crumbling. It had given up its duel with Old Cannon Eye, all for the sake of launching the extraordinary Great WAAAAAGH, but now, it had come here only to find that the Great WAAAAAGH was over!

The Bonebreaker remained silent, and the dream that had once tempted it began to dim, like an old, worn-out jumper.

No...no...no...

The bone-crusher slammed his hand on the armrest.

“I’m going back,” said the Bonebreaker. “Good lad, we’ll help your Underworld Clan take care of the rest of the bugs.”

“Then I’m going back,” the Bonebreaker said. “Old Pao Eyes is all old and wrinkled, I’m going back to fight him one last time.”

No...no...

The Bonebreaker scratched its head.

"Throw that big green rice dumpling out; I don't like it."

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 587 Dessert

No...no...no...

The Bonebreaker's ships coughed, spewing out the dregs of the alien race.

A spark of fire, imprisoned in green light, fell from the starry sky, its intensely burning flames swirling within, and glimpses of golden silk flakes flashed by—

……take me……

The wreckage of the green-skinned ships was mixed with the corpses of the Tyranids, and flames surged, slowly illuminating the pile of shipwrecks.

……take me……

His gaze drifted towards that desolate, lifeless planet… Void Dragons, Nightbringers, and Himself… Familiar auras surrounded Him… This was exactly what He desired…

……take me……

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

That's a story from even more ancient times.

So long ago that these new races had not yet been born.

So long ago, the space undead were no longer space undead.

Back then, they were called the Death-Fearers.

At that time, He was called the messenger.

Now, he is called a fraudster.

Words are His weapon; love, hate, passion, joy, anger, and infatuation are all expressed through sweet words dripping with honey and promises stronger than gold. He creates beautiful illusions, casts a hazy mist, and watches them fall into madness.

He unearthed hatred, offering up a treasure called hatred from the deepest recesses of consciousness, igniting a raging flame for this eternal war.

Those who fear death begin to envy and hate the ancient saints.

He promised glory and painted a picture of an immortal future.

Through biological transformation, those who fear death abandon their physical bodies and transform into metallic forms.

He was base by nature, a wolf in sheep's clothing, and incited his accomplices to devour their own brothers.

[You have already tasted the soul, my friend...]

The souls of those who fear death... the core of these short-lived species.

[Extraordinarily delicious?]

No, no, no, true deliciousness is not about the soul...

Golden silks poured down, and from His mouth came the source of calamity.

[Delicious food is of the same kind, and our strength comes from it.]

He made every star god believe that the other star gods were the most delicious beings in the world, far more palatable than the stars themselves, and far more intoxicating than the soul.

The star gods began to wage war against and devour each other.

However, the former slaves, having lost their souls, turned their guns on the warring star gods.

...shattered, imprisoned, exiled, ten thousand years after ten thousand years, in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have passed.

Those of the same kind who devoured each other went mad or were shattered together, sealed away in a corner of the galaxy, until all knowledge of the Star God was forgotten by the universe.

The only intact Star God... the Outer One, however, after devouring too many Star Gods, went mad amidst the screams of the Star Gods and exiled himself from the Milky Way.

Their era has come to an end, along with the dust on the graveyard of the undead in space, the gods of the physical world have fallen, and all that remains are rats.

The ancient war came to an end, the ancient sages departed, and a monstrous wave surged in the subspace. The octagonal chaos emerged, and four subspace deities slowly took their seats.

The greed of the warp began to encroach upon the real universe, while the Star Gods were shattered and imprisoned.

Their era is long gone.

until……

until……

Until that human defeated the Void Dragon's fragments and imprisoned them in the Martian wilderness.

The gears of Om Messiah began to turn, and human greed and ambition forged new miracles.

The fragmented Him was neither able nor capable of noticing it, but the arrogant cosmic necromancer cast a part of Him toward it—

He saw it.

He wanted to contact it.

He wanted to devour it.

He wants to replace it.

The devouring of stars allows them to acquire the abilities of the devoured, something He looks forward to.

He hoped...he hoped so much...its greed was so vast, such a beautiful and pure desire, such a special existence...He felt himself stirring, and the beautiful memories of his kind being gently coaxed millions of years ago surfaced. If it were him...He would effortlessly entice it to continue feeding, to drive it into madness.

Devour, devour, devour!

The Star God had already fallen into the abyss because of his appetite.

Even if He is merely a prisoner, He possesses boundless time and energy. With every move of the piece, every deception, every success, He meticulously manipulates, stirring His dreams, attempting to gain more information about Him.

until……

Until that madman from the subspace discovered Him.

The Emperor walked in gracefully.

A scarlet robe adorned with jewels, a deep red velvet cloak trailing to the ground, a Thule-style bodysuit with neatly arranged gold threads, white velvet covering most of the body, and layers of crimson roses and bows hanging from gold and red high-top pearl white leather boots.

Within the white gloves adorned with golden tassels, a gleaming golden scepter lightly tapped the ground, its surface inlaid with mysterious warp runes, shimmering with iridescent light.

A crown is shining brightly.

Who are you looking for?

Beneath the crown and silver hair, a pair of eyes were looking at the fraudster fragments with great interest.

Are you looking for him too?

The emperor smiled without saying a word, his gloved hand playing with the gem at the top of his scepter.

The deceiver smiled; He was the most skilled manipulator of human hearts in this world.

[I can help you... Do you want to find your former subordinate and help him, or do you want...]

[Destroy it?]

The emperor's smile deepened.

I can help you break free from your current constraints.

The tip of the scepter rose up, pointing towards the cage of the dead that imprisoned Him.

"Go find it," Makado said casually, "and look after it for me."

After that, bring it to me... regardless of the kernel.

The emperor slightly raised his eyes. His scepter, which had been resting on the undead structure, remained motionless, its tip circling slightly, awaiting the deceiver's answer.

The fraudster smirked.

[It seems we think the same thing.]

They tacitly understood what would happen if the fraudster disagreed.

If the fraudsters don't agree... Macardo won't just walk away.

The two demigods engaged in a game of pretense and deception, spending considerable time testing each other. In the end, the deceiver concluded that the other was a fool controlled by the warp.

The emperor had no idea what the Star God meant.

After devouring and replacing it, the fraudster can easily break the oath, something He has always been adept at.

Using language as their chessboard, they reached a consensus: the emperor helped the fraudster break free of his cage, while the fraudster was the first to sense its return. And then... it was His turn to shine.

He will devour it, replace it, seize its physical authority... and make it pay the price for its previous greed.

Golden silk floated in the Milky Way, and because it was an ancient creation, the Orcs were naturally repulsed by it.

That orc...why is its obsession so strong...?

He cannot expend too much energy on the Orcs right now; He is trying to resonate with the fragments on Hades and interfere with them.

……past……

Looks like I'll have to hitch a ride with someone else.

The deceiver waits, his cunning nature stirring once more.

The Emperor's idea was utterly empty talk... Did He want the fraudster to serve Him, or did He want the fraudster to be devoured by Him and then serve Him, a subspace existence?

Perhaps He was simply caught in the madness of being controlled by power.

Tyrion hissed, and thick, fleshy tentacles wrapped around him, deepening the fraudster's smile.

On the throne in the warp, the emperor remained silent, arrogantly pondering his scepter.

The fraudsters laughed at Him for not understanding the Star God.

He laughed at Him for not understanding Hades.

----------

"The Bonebreaker is back?"

"Boozle said with surprise, "After the Bonecrusher fleet ventured deeper into the sector, their vanguard ships followed closely behind."

The news coming from within the Octarius sector surprised everyone.