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

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The chess pieces, of all sizes and heights, stood in rows. Conrad frowned slightly as he placed a piece.

His opponent, Fugen, immediately followed suit, and the pieces moved even faster, like a continuous downpour.

"He..." Fugen was speechless. "I think He will observe from the sidelines, or indirectly intervene in the game. You know how cautious He is."

I don't care what He's doing.

Conrad scoffed, his arm moving so fast it was almost a blur as he placed the pieces. Without breaking through the defensive line, the Bonecrushers, with lightning speed, began their advance into the heart of Euclius.

Meanwhile, the battle between the Orcs and the Tyranids had just ended, and the remains of two massive fleets drifted chaotically in the void, turning into space debris.

[I'm asking, did He observe this matter and intervene in it, or was it merely a whim?! And because of his whim, how much has He actually manipulated?]

Fugan placed his pieces; the Deceiver positioned himself beside the Bonecrusher, and the Star God's power severed the line of sight from the warp.

The lower chessboard is not peaceful either, as the Orc gods have stormed into the garden, meaning they will be unable to pay much attention to their offspring for the time being.

Strangely, the green-skinned empire formed by the monsters, in turn, provided the orcs' gods with the power to rampage through the garden.

Conrad placed a piece.

The Eldar danced in the garden, flames blazed around the Death Guard, and the garden was bustling with activity. The three interlocking rings resented, cursed, and twisted each other.

I think He has something in mind this time.

"Fuggen said cautiously, nodding at the Bonecrusher's forces, which darted like arrows through the battlefield of the remaining Tyrannosaurus and Greenskins.

That was a "monster".

Fugen said,

This unique entity in the galaxy possesses immense power; the Emperor cannot afford to remain inactive.

The two greenskin armies clashed for the first time, and the two Primarchs witnessed a disagreement between the Bonecrushers and the Deceivers.

It seems the Greenskins of the Underworld Empire have provided the Bonecrushers with a way to reconnect with their gods. The Deceivers are starting to lose ground. There's an old saying: never underestimate a Greenskin.

He wants...

Conrad stared intently at the pieces of the Deceiver's Piece. Now his dark eyes could see clearly, very clearly, that the Deceiver bore the Emperor's mark, indicating that a deal had been made between them.

Besides Tzeentch, there are other beings in this galaxy who enjoy manipulating fate and scheming: the Star God Deceiver, the Eldar God of Laughter Sigucci, and of course... the Emperor.

But apart from the emperor, their schemes are perhaps far inferior to those of the cunning and treacherous.

No wonder the chessboard they manipulated contained the cheater's pieces. Normally, such powerful entities cannot be simulated by the game, and the game cannot detect their presence unless they actively reveal themselves.

The question is, what exactly was the deal between the emperor and the fraudster? Why did the fraudster go looking for the monster? And what does this have to do with the emperor?

Conrad slowly raised one hand, making a gun shape with his fingers, knuckles clearly defined, and pressed it against his forehead.

The Emperor wants...

The Primarch made a shooting gesture.

Kill it?

Fugen remained silent, the Primarch seemingly deep in thought, gazing at the green-skinned planet gradually succumbing to darkness and eternal silence.

I don't know.

Fugen said,

For the emperor, this was the worst possible course of action.

The muscles in the Primarch's hand twitched slightly with unease.

There is another possibility.

Fugen's tone gradually softened.

[He is the emperor, and the emperor is the superior who uses others as tools. Perhaps he wants a good sickle now, a...]

Fugen swallowed hard. The Star God could overwrite memories and possess persons.

A black scythe that can bring Him annihilation and end.

Conrad fell silent. Realizing what Makado might be planning, the Lord of the Night's expression turned horribly grim.

[Him?]

Koz hissed.

[He wants to control a nightmare, a being from the Warp, whose mere sight would haunt him for life? Can He control His instincts? Madman, He won't...]

Conrad said incredulously, then the Primarch seemed to realize something, and Conrad tilted his head back and chuckled.

"I understand," Conrad said, as if about to say something funny, raising his hand and lifting the chain.

[I understand now. The Lord of Humanity once commanded monsters in the same way—He was merely repeating himself—!!!]

Fugen sighed and calmly wiped the blood splattered on his face.

"Be careful what you say," Fugen said, "my brother."

Fugen lowered his eyes. The chessboard was already stained with blood and fragments of the Primarch's exploded internal organs, blurring the game.

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"I can't reach my Lord."

Inside the small boat that had temporarily escaped the aftermath of the moon's explosion during the battle, Blake, having removed his helmet, said with a heart full of despair,

[As expected.]

The red stone at Blake's waist flashed, and Magnus's phantom appeared. The real magnum was finally able to show itself in its original form.

The aftershocks of the explosion affected radio waves, and Tyrannosaurus Rex and the anti-psychic forces also interfered with psychic communications. Negative psychic Oglin doesn't possess psychic powers, so we won't be able to contact him for at least seventeen hours.

Blake, who was resting against the wall, looked even more listless, with dried blood trickling from his forehead.

A huge gash appeared to have split open in his breastplate, as if ripped open by a giant blade, from which blood gushed forth and froze into frost.

"Please do not impose the prohibitions my father forbids,"

Blake said, “My esteemed Primarch, or I will risk my life to destroy you once more.”

Magnus sneered.

"You?! And—you think the great Magnus is such an unreasonable being? Don't compare me to that negative-energy Oglin!"

Black fell silent again, leaving Magnus awkwardly speechless in the cramped cabin. This son of Hades was not fond of talking, and after pacing a few times, the Primarch chose to turn back into stone to conserve his energy.

He himself was now very weak, and Magnus believed that even the largest fragment of him that had survived would be in a terrible state if the entire Tyranid race that had evolved against him came.

"The biggest battle is over,"

Outside the ships, countless pieces of shipwrecked debris drifted slowly, occasionally colliding with the ships with a dull thud.

A battle between the Tyranids and the Orks. Faced with overwhelming numbers and madness, any words or descriptions become pale. The intensity and scope of the war even directly tore the chain of command apart on a logical level. In the end, all beings were fighting, trying to pierce the enemy's flesh with anything sharp and hard.

Death slid down like snowflakes in an avalanche, hundreds of millions of deaths converging into a catastrophe that devoured the heavens. This star field was like the ground where fire rained down, with brilliant lights flashing one after another, bringing explosions, death, and the annihilation that followed this bright flash.

The chitinous shell shattered, the ancient junk collapsed into garbage, the Tyranid intestines that produced bio-plasma were torn out and solidified into a lump of ice in the air, and the swarms of tiny worms in the acidic liquid screamed softly as they turned into a puddle of rotten water on the ground.

Ignoring the groans of his bones, Blake forced himself to raise his hand and wipe the acid from his hair. The faint screams of the insects still lingered in his ears.

In the final moments before the explosion, the battle moon led by Black was almost entirely covered in a flesh-and-blood coating made of green skin and Tyrannical flesh.

This was a massive war, and Black was convinced it would shake the Warp, with its share of death and Greenskins... He didn't know much about it.

Even such a grand war, which to some extent even affected the fate of other races in the galaxy, was nothing more than a silent panorama when passing through a corner of it.

Further away, it was just a dim, twinkling star.

Further away, they vanished together into the void, buried in the long darkness.

Blake knew his father would not see the struggle he was fighting.

Countless insects, both those Blake knew and those he didn't, both logical and illogical, all fell to his axe.

He would only bring his father strings of numbers, representing death, victory, and mission completion, even if those numbers reached an astonishing length.

But Blake knew that his genetic father had participated in wars far larger, more brutal, and more glorious than this.

The Magnus Stone let out a sigh.

I might even... I should grant those greens' wishes.

"..."

Blake sat calmly.

"You shouldn't pay too much attention to something that will eventually perish."

Black paused for a moment.

"Haven't you noticed that my Lord has been trying to downplay the individual existence of the Greenskins?"

"They weren't in his sight."

The Magnus Stone flickered, as if it wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

Hades had been waiting for a war that would reduce both sides to ashes, and now his wish had come true.

Blake tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing through the porthole beside him. The remaining fleets of the Tyrannosaurus and the Greenskins were still fighting each other, but most of them were no longer a threat.

But the crisis remains.

During the battle, a Terran fleet headed towards the capital planet of the Greenskin Empire.

Moreover... just now, Blake received a message from the Bonecrushers, who were gathering the remaining Greenskins of the Underworld Empire.

Because his helmet was completely damaged, and Black couldn't find any face covering that could completely block the Greenskins' detection in the short term, he couldn't directly step forward to lead the Greenskins of the Underworld Empire.

His body, exhausted from continuous high-intensity battles, no longer allowed him to continue working.

But considering the army and defenses of the Greenskin Empire's capital planet, and Pluto's abilities, Black believed that neither of these forces could cause any real harm to his genetic father.

This was not blind confidence from Hades' son, but rather a deduction made by Black after witnessing Hades' battle firsthand.

"Now you have two choices: go to my father,"

Blake said,

"Should we go and join up with the fleet of the Son of Hades?"

The Magnus Stone flashed.

"Anything is fine, but are you sure you can explain my existence clearly? I mean, I don't want those brats being rude to me."

Magnus emphasized the last word.

"..."

Blake was silent for a moment. He thought of his battle-hardened predecessors who never listened to him, and the terrifying sage King. Logically speaking, Blake might be able to stop the sons of Hades, but if King came along, things would be hard to say.

Blake's silence implicitly confirmed Magnus's concerns.

The Primarch raised his voice, "[This isn't a multiple-choice question, you brat! Although—]"

Although that negative psychic Oglin was an extremely trashy person, he was at least a guy who had begun to take on a human form.

Magnus said, "...whether it's good or bad, I know it myself."

“Then,” Blake said, “let’s go find Hades.”

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Things shouldn't be this way.

On the throne, the Bonebreaker rested its forehead in contemplation, feeling the veins on its forehead throbbing.

It decisively gave up the opportunity to fight Old Cannon Eye, just to kill the monster and rescue Brother Mao and Brother Gao's offspring, but... it shouldn't be like this.

The Bonebreaker pondered, staring at the proud green-skinned prisoner standing before it. The green-skinned prisoner was muscular, and even though its fur and armor were riddled with bullet holes and stained with blood, one could still vaguely discern the quality of its equipment.

The green-skinned leader stood arrogantly, looking down with disdain at the Bonebreaker Warlord.

"You! An outsider!"

The green-skinned leader roared in a gruff voice.

"You're too late!!! The super big WAAAAAAAGH that Death and the mob boss promised us is over!!!"

The man who had broken the bones exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils.

"You bastard! If you know what's good for you!"