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

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Magnus despised such a self-degrading act, and he insisted on using the strict High Gothic, to the point that now the Magnus boys in higher positions all speak fluent and ornate High Gothic.

Although Hades stared at Magnus for five minutes after first meeting the Mag boy who spoke Gaugothic, making Magnus feel a chill down his spine.

“Not Tyron,”

The son of Hades spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Reinforcements, at least the sons of Hades, are coming, and they're in this star system."

Magnus, who was standing sideways, listening to Blake's words and directing his wizarding sons, suddenly froze.

Wait—what?!

Magnus raised his voice, and the red giant's figure almost squeezed out of the communicator.

The Empire has sent reinforcements! Now?! You've made contact with the Empire?!

Black hesitated for a moment, and under the Primarch's urgent, almost furious gaze, the Child of the Underworld nodded and pointed to himself.

"I felt the closeness of my comrades,"

The soldier said in a low voice, "My blood tells me this."

Did that Oglin sense them too?

Blake stopped again, then shook his head.

The son of Hades said with some difficulty,

“I thought the father of genetics would notice, but I realized that my connection with my comrades was a resonance from the soul.”

The implication is that Hades does not possess the wondrous warp resonance.

Magnus wanted to refute something, but the Primarch spun around in place and finally agreed with Black.

Magnus ran his fingers through his long hair, frowned, and began to speak.

Didn't you report this to him?

Blake shook his head again.

“It’s just a feeling,” Mingzi said. “I won’t report it until I’ve gathered enough intelligence to prove it’s true.”

So what about the intelligence?

"..."

The Primarch continued to press, "[Let me make a simple deduction: Is it only your increasingly restless soul?]"

"..."

Blake nodded slowly, almost frozen in place.

"I initially thought it was a backlash from the Greens' stance."

Magnus let out a loud sigh.

[Then you realize that your own assumptions are utterly unconvincing? Following the same pattern—that negative psychic Oglin never believed in the feelings he had within himself. It was a premonition, a precursor to a volcanic eruption, not just exhaustion, nor merely about the warp. No one should ignore the warnings their own minds give them. Why...?]

The Red Primarch published a series of lengthy treatises on psionic powers, most of which consisted of personal complaints and prejudices.

Blake skillfully emptied his mind and entered a meditative state.

He could feel his own heartbeat; it was getting closer, very close. The blood rushing through his veins told him that perhaps the other sons of Hades were very close to him.

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"war!!!!"

Kirkland roared and swung the Mech Axe he had raised with both hands down heavily on the struggling Greenskin. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the Greenskin beneath him screamed. The Mech Sage continued to chop down the Greenskin with axe after axe, almost turning the poor Greenskin into mincemeat.

Beside him, the enormous mechanical behemoth Jin slowly stepped out, followed by Buz, who was clad in black armor. Together they gazed into the distance at the burning hive city.

“That warlord is very intelligent,” Jin said. “I have never seen such an intelligent greenskin.”

Booz looked up and saw that after figuring out the composition of the human empire's army, the Bonecrushers had dragged the war into the densely populated hive world, rather than into space.

Their soldiers were indeed insufficient. The son of Hades was known for his small number of men, and Phaos, who was imprisoned in the Great Whirlpool, was even more short-handed.

If the forces from the world surrounding Octarius were forcibly conscripted, Buz pondered, the uneven quality of the infantry would only drag the war further into the abyss, playing right into the enemy's hands.

"It's all blown up!"

Kirkland shouted as he walked over, dragging the enormous mechanical axe with both hands. His red robes were practically stained with blood.

"Our fleet is perfectly capable of penetrating 95.6% of air defenses! Why continue wasting time?"

"The Bonebreakers occupy the Nexus planet,"

Buz said succinctly,

“We need this planet to defend against the possible arrival of the Tyranids, and also to protect the people here. We cannot impose an extermination order on a planet where billions of people still exist… There are too many things to consider. No war is won solely by annihilating the enemy.”

Kirkland gave a cold laugh, then simply sat down on the ground, propping the axe up.

"So we'll just wait and see?"

“I need to remind you that,”

Kirkland said sarcastically,

"Has a full fifty-three standard Terra days passed since you passionately declared your intention to retrieve Hades?"

":D Losers have no right to discuss, Kirkland."

Kim interrupted him without hesitation, while Buz pondered for a moment, instinctively wringing his hands in thought.

In fact, the son of Hades' brothers had also subtly expressed their dissatisfaction to him.

Within the Son of Hades organization, it is believed that Booz is not particularly enthusiastic about finding the father of genes.

Their specific way of expressing their dissatisfaction was that the cafeteria would never serve Buz's meals.

Even when he sent his servants over, only empty bowls arrived in the end.

Fortunately, Buz can eat at Kim's place.

This kind of simple and straightforward communication style was something Booz hadn't experienced in a long time; the brothers of Hades' son were truly genuine.

"Perhaps Hades doesn't want us to be too conspicuous. Your previous plan would only be exposed, which would be like telling the alien races that there is something very important to the Empire in this star field,"

Buz pondered for a moment and said,

According to their hypothesis, after realizing the current situation, the most likely course of action for Hades would be to hide on some planet with the surviving son of Hades, Black.

Although the forces of the Tyranids and Orks are formidable, the star field is so vast that if they keep a low profile, with Hades' abilities, protecting himself and others should not be a problem.

But for them, this means finding Pluto has become more difficult.

Even though the Hades have started trying to receive radio waves on various frequencies, all they hear is "waaagh!", with no message from Hades at all.

If one were to delve deeper into the star field to search carefully, it would mean inevitably encountering the forces of the Tyranids or Orks.

If so, the access route behind must be kept clear and unobstructed; the bone-crushers must not be left unattended.

only……

The Bonebreakers deliberately dragged the battle into the complex terrain of the Nest City, using civilians as bait in an attempt to disperse the Empire's forces. With the Underworld Prince and Faos short-handed, they were extremely difficult to deal with.

They have tried to penetrate deep into the city dozens of times, but each attempt has been unsuccessful.

Moreover, the Bone Crushers seem to possess some kind of mysterious weapon, and Boots, fearing the consequences, dares not act rashly.

After all, there might be a tough battle ahead, so we should conserve our strength now.

Buz pondered; this was indeed a very difficult situation.

……

Beside the two sages who were exchanging sarcastic remarks, the communication channel of the Son of Hades rang. Buz's eyes lit up, and the former regent of the empire hummed a few times, the gloom on his face quickly fading.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

In response to Kim's question, Buz quickly replied,

"Not from Terra,"

A rare smile appeared on the face of Hades' son.

"Commissar Arrek, the old adversary of the Bonecrushers, has arrived. I think he might provide us with plenty of experience on how to fight the Greenskins."

“Yes, yes, yes,” Buz said, answering the communication from the other end of the channel. “Sector 3, T5, command approved. Please allow our distinguished guests to come over.”

Five minutes later, a small dot appeared faintly in the vast sky, and the engine at the back of the shuttle spewed out hot air.

Boots turned off the communication and said with a sigh,

"I investigated the history of the Bonecrushers and unexpectedly discovered this hero, Commissar Arek, who thwarted the Bonecrushers' plans countless times on the Second Battle of Amegadoton, and with a small force, he kept this greenskin force firmly pinned down in Amegadoton."

Booz sighed.

"Judging by his age, this political commissar is probably quite old, so I didn't bother him. I didn't expect..."

Buzz's gaze shifted, and the shape of the fighter jet slowly enlarged in his pupils.

"He volunteered to follow the Bonebreaker."

The fighter jet landed in front of them, kicking up dust. The hatch opened, and a slightly hunched figure appeared in the swirling dust.

The hem of the political commissar's uniform fluttered, and the man in the dust adjusted the brim of his hat. One hand was clearly the mechanical claw used by the green-skinned soldiers.

A smile crept across Buzz's face as he gave a simple Eagle Salute to welcome the unexpected guest.

Immediately afterwards, Boots lowered his hand and hurriedly went to greet Arek.

Kim and Kirkland stood by, silently watching Booth.

Why is he acting so...excited?

Kirkland stared at Booth's retreating figure and asked,

Jin nodded thoughtfully.

"We cherish talent."

“Or perhaps,” Jin commented, “it’s a mutual appreciation between heroes.”

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"he came."

The Bonebreaker said in a muffled voice,

"Old hand, no doubt about it, it's him."

Beneath the throne, the mad doctor scratched his head and turned to look at the bone-crusher.

"What's Old Gunner doing here? Isn't he supposed to be guarding his stronghold?"

"He came to wipe us out."

The Bonebreaker said in a low voice, "I know he won't give up until we've settled things with him."

The massive green creature slowly rose to its feet, every piece of metal on its body creaking and groaning with its movement. A shadow fell upon it, and an oppressive aura filled the palace.

"But I'm very different now,"

"I no longer deign to fight him!!!"

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd of green-skinned figures, but the Bone Crusher continued with unwavering conviction.

"I've become more waaagh, closer to Gao Ge and Mao Ge. My goal will be a great waaagh that will cause the Star Sea to fall, not a petty squabble with small fry."

"I will fulfill Brother Gao and Brother Mao's mission, slay the big black monster, and lead our brothers to WAAAAGH!!!"

“WAAAAAAAGH!!!”

The Bonebreaker roared, and the beasts roared with it.

Old Gun Eye, did he still come after all...?

The Bonebreaker realized that it would no longer be fixated on Amigidoton! Its goal was no longer merely to defeat its former nemesis; it would plunge into a far grander battlefield! The first step would be the death of the great black monster!

And the old gunsight will only ever be an old gunsight.

But the Bonebreaker, after receiving the blessing of Brother Gao and Brother Mao, is no longer the same as before! It will rise up!

A strange crimson light shone before the Bonebreaker, and in front of the green-skinned warlord, a rhomboid building in the style of a space necromancer was silently operating.