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

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At the very center of the storm, Hades, kneeling on the ground, struggled to raise his head and saw Macado, the old man standing amidst the storm.

"Old... Ma...?"

Hades opened his mouth, vomiting a black and reddish-brown phlegm. He coughed, his body weak, and his consciousness blurred.

Macardo, his cloak torn by the gale, looked down at him. The old man's long, black thorns were pierced into his bloodied hands. He stared intently at Hades, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

But the light in his eyes was not that of dazzling gold.

Hades returned all of his psychic powers and soul.

All.

Was he the first person to extract psionic energy from Hades' mouth?

Marcado didn't understand, but he knew it was fate.

He smiled wryly and gripped his new scepter tightly.

Countless cracks of light crawled up Makado's body, the space around him distorted, and psionic flashes flowed down from his body.

Hades watched in horror as Makado gradually faded into nothingness before him. He seemed to realize something and tried to expand his Dark Domain to reach Makado, but having just awakened, he did not yet have full control over the Dark Domain.

The Makado in front of him was clearly not right! That wasn't... that wasn't the Makado Hades knew! The old man had an unfamiliar, chaotic aura about him.

"Old horse?!"

Hades shouted, desperately reaching out to grab the old man who was being swept away by the warp storm, but he couldn't move at all and could only watch helplessly as Macado's figure was gradually torn apart and pulled into the strange warp rift.

Through his blurred vision, he saw the old man's mouth open and close, and amidst the buzzing sound, Hades heard fragmented words.

"...See you...next time...don't...call me...Old Ma, I...the Empire..."

Makado laughed.

"Trust me, Hades, trust me."

A dazzling flash exploded!

"—Makado?!!!!!!!!!!!"

Hades suddenly stood up, but the last phantom before him had vanished, dragged into the abyss by the rules of the High Heaven.

The previous storm came to an abrupt end, leaving only this vast expanse of land that had just calmed down.

Hades, struggling to his feet, felt as if his chest was being torn apart. He slowly looked down and saw the huge hole that had been pierced through his chest.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Hades lost his balance, staggered a few steps, and roared towards the sky.

"Believe what?! Makado, explain yourself clearly before you die?!?!"

Hades took a deep breath, his remaining lungs creaking. "What the hell happened?!"

"Macado!!!"

What on earth happened?!

In a daze, Hades seemed to hear Macardo's relieved laughter because he had broken down.

Was it an illusion? Hades looked around, but all he saw was a chaotic space.

Instinctively, he raised his eyes, and through his blurred vision, he saw the torn Milky Way and the fleet of ships quietly anchored in the sky.

Hades' pupils dilated as he tried to see what had happened, but his newly revived body was completely unable to do so; his previous struggle to stand up had already exhausted most of his strength.

What the hell did the world become while he was asleep?!

A wave of dizziness, anger, and resentment washed over him again. Hades swayed, numbness emanating from his severed chest. Bang! He finally collapsed, and darkness began to seep in from the four corners of his vision.

He hoped that at least Mortalian hadn't yet fallen... Hades thought desperately... Macardo... Macardo...

A leisurely footstep sounded.

Hades fell backward to the ground in despair. In his upside-down vision, he saw a pair of mechanical feet and a drooping red robe of the mechanical cult.

"...Save..." Save Makado first.

Save Makado first!

Hades struggled to say something, but could only vomit blood. He tried to control the Dark Domain, but his newly regained consciousness could not control it well. He could only watch the Netherwater flow, but could not direct it to go anywhere.

Tarasin bent down, stared at Hades, and extended his arms in a gesture of greeting.

“Long time no see, Hades,” Tarachin said. “I’ll take you there now.”

Hades was unaware of Tarasim's deal with the Empire—Hades hoped to be collected and left to languish—but not now! Makado?! Save Makado!

Your mom's aliens are here to collect heads, huh?!

Hades struggled again, which intensified his dizziness. As if sensing Hades's thoughts, Tarasin made a shushing gesture, and the alien reached out, touching Hades's chest—

Driven by a strong will, Hades finally gained control of one hand. He threw a punch at Tarasin's face, but Tarasin easily dodged it.

Taracin easily found the Imperial Finger Bone that Makado had thrown at Hades. The Xenomorph picked up the middle finger bone, casually put it into its storage space, and looked back at Hades's bloodshot eyes.

“Boy, this is the contract between me, Macado, and Mortarion.”

Tarasin said, "The Empire doesn't want you anymore, but Mortarian and Makado don't want to give you up, so they asked me to leave you a way out."

Bang! Before Tarasin could finish speaking, golden light burst forth from his body, instantly blasting away half of his mechanical face.

"Alright! Alright! The truth is, it's the deal the Empire made with me!"

The electronic sound crackled, and Tarasin immediately conceded defeat; the Emperor's Finger Bone, which had just caused the explosion, dimmed again.

Tarachin turned his head and looked around; it was all barren.

"I'll take you away now, Hades... Without treatment, your current body won't last much longer."

Tarasim stared at Hades's face, filled with rage and resentment, large chunks of flesh and blood sliding from his mouth. Hades glared intently at Tarasim.

“…Maka…”

Taracin looked up in the direction where Makado had disappeared. The space there was still unstable, with countless subspace rifts opening and closing.

"He can save himself."

"Save yourself first... Don't worry, this is part of the Makado plan," Taracin said.

Did his well-intentioned lie comfort Hades? Tarachin didn't know, but Hades was no match for him now.

He pondered the next treatment plan, slowly helping Hades, who was coughing up blood, to his feet. Suddenly, Tarasin abruptly turned his head, his mechanical eyes fixed on the fleet above—

He observed the signal that the Cyclone torpedo was being deployed.

The next moment, dazzling fireworks exploded in the sky.

...That's all...I'm so frustrated...I got hurt by that electric scooter, and now my back is killing me. I can't sit up, so I'm writing this chapter while lying down on my phone.

Chapter 527 The All-Out Naval Battle

"Collide!!!"

Vox shouted at the top of his lungs, and through the wedge-shaped observation window, he saw the USS Depression, at the very front of the fleet, charge out first, the light cruiser decisively ramming into the battleship that was preparing to launch the Cyclone torpedoes.

The Depression ship rammed right into the enemy battleship's gun emplacement. The ammunition magazines and engine cores of both ships exploded simultaneously, sending up huge sparks. The shockwaves directly overturned countless escort ships next to the giant ship, followed by a series of explosions.

The Fourth Knight, where Vox was, was also close enough to the epicenter of the explosion—they originally intended to ram it directly, but the Depression beat them to it.

Twenty-three seconds later, the shockwave from the explosion reached the Fourth Knight, causing the ship to rock violently. Even Vox couldn't stand steadily and clung tightly to the handrail.

The Fourth Knight continued its journey, passing directly through the breach in the blown-up cruiser and decisively firing at another battleship that was reloading at the other end.

The Fourth Knight scraped against the wreckage of the warship, and another intense jolt shook the giant ship, almost capsizing it.

Snap! The armrest in Vox's hand broke with a groan, and the company commander of the first company was thrown to the ground, crashing heavily to the ground.

In the corner of his eye as he spun around, Vox saw the mortal crew members who had attached their lower bodies to the ship—mortals had plenty of experience with this.

"Attack! Keep attacking! Disrupt their orbital bombardment! Prioritize the battleships!"

Vox yelled, scrambling to his feet, only then realizing he was drenched in cold sweat.

The fluorescent light on the screen reflected off his armor, giving it a cold, piercing glow.

Galo has sacrificed himself to provide information for the naval battle!

He can't afford to lose Hades!

This was the responsibility that Garo, and Mortarion, had entrusted to Vox; he had to—he had to defend the space front.

At this very moment, all the warships anchored on the equator of Cardia were firing at Cardia! Countless spears of light pierced the continent, and during this time, Vox received a signal that appeared to indicate the deployment of Cyclone torpedoes.

On the Soul of Vengeance, Mortarion's revenge continues, while on the Cardia, Hades' escape falters. But for this war, the naval battle commanded by Vox is the decisive factor.

The responsibility of commanding naval battles originally belonged to Garo, and Vox usually accompanied Mortarion on expeditions. However, this time Garo insisted on switching shifts with Vox, and Vox understood Garo's meaning—but he did not expect all of this to happen so quickly!

Vox would rather die aboard the Vengeance Soul than stand here commanding a war in which he has absolutely no control over his own life!

In a daze, Vox seemed to see Garo silently patting his shoulder before each battle, showing Vox through his actions that he believed in his abilities.

Vox also believed in his own strength—but not in naval warfare!

Even though he was extremely anxious, Vox's eyes remained fixed on the signal on the oracles. The Death Guard needed to release the small boats that couldn't fire the Extinction Order first and focus on taking down the most threatening giant ships.

This was no easy task. Even though the Death Guard had entered from the left flank of the battlefield and disrupted the Warlord's fleet, the battleships surrounded by countless frigates and cruisers could not be easily sunk. They could only initially disrupt the enemy's formation, thus depriving them of the opportunity to bombard Cadia.

However, the number of Death Guard ships is far less than the number of Warlord ships! The recent success was only achieved by sacrificing and speed, which interrupted the Warlord's attack.

Once the enemy ships react and begin their encirclement and counterattack, time will pass, and the Death Guard will undoubtedly lose!

Vox was originally responsible for the evacuation of the crew from the Vengeful Spirit and the return of the Deathguards—but at this moment, the highest priority is to save Kadia!

At Vox's behest, tens of thousands of torpedoes were launched from the Deathguard ships, leaving no ammunition for return!

The torpedo swarm's primary targets were not the warships, but the already launched ground-attack torpedoes! In an instant, huge and dazzling explosions followed one after another, almost turning this battlefield, densely packed with warships, into a firestorm.

Countless frigates, and even light cruisers, were directly affected by the aftershocks of the explosion and engulfed in flames. The chaotic radio waves generated by the explosion plunged both fleets into utter chaos.

Vox stared at the observation window, which had almost turned into a white light, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He was predicting the situation on the battlefield and the enemy's next move. On this battlefield, the Death Guard fleet had staked everything! He couldn't lose!

Inside the helmet, the channels jammed by the radio waves emitted a piercing howl, but Vox ignored them. He simply pulled out two daggers and, on the still rocking ship, used them to firmly nail his feet to the deck. Then he straightened up and stared at the chaotic battlefield.

One after another, large beads of sweat slid down his face, soaking his helmet, but he paid no attention to them. He was focused intently on the battlefield, and countless ships were forming a three-dimensional image in his mind. Perhaps the Death Guard's naval warfare was not excellent, but Vox himself was extremely good at guessing and predicting the enemy commander's thoughts.

He only needs to be one step ahead of the enemy! Prevent them from finding the next suitable orbital bombardment position!

He must fulfill his duty! The Primarch's mandate! Garo's death! To rescue Hades!

He, Vox, is leading the Death Guard, who are not good at naval warfare, against the Warmaster's overwhelming fleet!

With a soft click, it was as if a string in Vox's mind snapped.

Everything—everything, except for this chaotic battlefield, except for the characteristics and data of each ship, everything had been forgotten by Vox. In his imagination, there was Garo, his armor shattered, collapsing to the ground; on the Vengeance Soul, Mortarion's resolute yet indifferent figure; on the Cardia, Hades, smiling helplessly as he said he believed in him; on the ships, the wails of the crew members whose limbs had been blown off... Everything had been forgotten, leaving only the tiny dots flashing on the oracles before his eyes.

Vox's gaze was calm and devoid of any emotion as he looked at the battlefield. At this moment, he seemed to have detached himself from his own perspective. He looked across and saw the commander of the Warlord Fleet.

Vox lowered his head.

He can last for three minutes and twenty-two seconds.

At 3 minutes and 22 seconds, Cardia will absolutely not be attacked by the Cyclone Torpedo or other extinction-order attacks.

Three minutes and twenty-two seconds later, if the fighting on other battlefields continues, if no additional reinforcements arrive, and if they still do not choose to retreat—

Then, it will be the end of the world.

But this is the limit that Vox can hold out for.

Vox didn't even have the time or energy to mourn it.

But just as Garo, Mortarion, and Hades believed that Vox could command the naval battles well, Vox believed that they could win on other battlefields.

Great!

Chapter 528 I'll Show You Something Big

Hades looked up at the horizon, where massive, continuous explosions, like blooming flowers, illuminated his dark pupils.

"...What are they doing over there?"

"Whirlwind torpedo! Horus wants to destroy Cardia?!"