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

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Chapter 520 The Little Horse's Attack

【Cardia】

Above the steel wasteland, a few white shadows streaked across the sky, one of which left an extremely long trail of smoke in its tail and gradually lowered its flight altitude.

The remaining wingmen also descended, following the landing of the shuttle in the middle.

boom! ! !

The shuttle nearly crashed to the ground with a deafening roar and a cloud of dust. Bang! The twisted and deformed hatch was kicked open, and the Primarch's figure appeared in the thick smoke and dust.

[Get the car ready!]

The Khan shouted, and the other wingmen landed as well, revealing pearl-white motorcycles from their cockpits.

The Khan's eagle-like eyes swept around, and after confirming there was no danger, the Primarch turned to help Makado up. But to his surprise, Makado was helped out by Tarasin, without the scepter.

Khan pursed his lips. "Your condition isn't exactly good."

The white-haired youth waved his hand and laughed mockingly, "Not in great shape, but it's enough."

Seeing that Makado was determined, the Khan remained silent and continued to watch the White Scars prepare the motorcycles.

The air pressure up high up is very unstable, so the shuttle can't go any further. We'll take you there by motorcycle.

Makado nodded, and Yesugei draped a windproof cloak over him. Uncharacteristically, Makado pulled up the hood of the cloak, completely covering his face.

White Scar's hospitality was always simple yet courteous. Tarachin also had an identical windproof cloak. The space necromancer curiously tugged at it, but Makado raised his hand, stopping Tarachin from playing with his clothes. The hood was pulled up, just like Makado's.

Dark clouds rolled across the horizon. After a brief stop, the group set off again, raising clouds of dust behind them as their motorcycles sped by, their wheels trampling over countless corpses.

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Enemy ahead.

On the speeding motorcycle, Khan squinted.

[...Magnus.]

The Khan uttered the name softly, and a voice came from the seat behind him.

"……he?"

The Khan remained silent, and the motorcycle beneath him roared, its speed increasing once more! The heavy bombs on the side of the motorcycle began to automatically align.

The Khan bent down, controlling the vehicle with one hand while drawing his White Tiger Scimitar with the other, revealing a figure in the distance.

"[Makado,] Chagatai Khan said, "Can you lend a hand? The Storm Prophets are few remaining."

“Yes,” Macado nodded slightly. “I knew he would come here.”

The Khan was silent for a moment, then said, "I will send you there first, Regent."

"Keep going, lad," Makado said calmly. "He won't stop you."

Should we launch an attack?

As they drew closer, the Khan saw Magnus, standing alone on the wasteland, his feet resting on a magic circle, his red skin incongruous with the dark, gray world.

Magnus smiled, looked at them, and raised his hand toward their convoy—a typical psionic casting gesture.

“No need,” Macado said, his words carrying a hidden meaning. “He wasn’t attacking you. Keep driving.”

Their caravan took a slight detour to avoid Magnus and his magic circle.

Magnus's figure was gradually left behind them, and the magic circle beneath the Primarch's feet lit up.

The Khan was puzzled; he had a feeling that something was wrong with the whole thing, until—

"I feel like something's not right?"

A sound came from behind the Primarch, and Tarasin tapped his mechanical face. "My psionic alarm just exploded."

Makado, who was sitting on Yesugei's motorcycle, suddenly burst into laughter. The boy took off his hood, his white hair flying, and laughed wildly.

"He really—he really attacked the wrong person!"

The boy's laughter carried far, and then the Khan heard a roar behind him. He sensed Magnus's anger, and the next moment, space distorted beside the speeding motorcycle formation.

"Go back!"

Makado cursed, and the sluggish spatial distortion vanished instantly. On the speeding motorcycle, the boy stood up, stepped onto the seat, and faced the rear of the motorcycle.

Yesugei frantically urged the Imperial Regent to sit down, but the boy ignored him. He drew a magic circle in the air with one hand, and ominous turbulence overflowed from the runes.

"You little brat! How dare you attack me?!" Makado cursed. "I, Makado, have killed more psionicists than you know any words! You think you're better than anyone?! You think you're the only one who sees things clearly, which is why you joined Tzeentch's side?!"

The boy cursed, his hands clenched into claws, pulling out chains from the magic circle. The chains trembled violently, and the demon's bat wings gradually appeared from the void. The white-scarred creatures stared at Makado in horror. Makado had actually pulled a demon out of the warp?!

The towering demon struggled against the iron chains, but it was as if it were merely a projection, unable to affect the motorcycle at all; only the clanging iron chains in Makado's hands rang out.

It was sleeping in its demon kingdom, but was suddenly forcibly summoned by the power of the four gods.

This struck Bilak as absurd. The demon prince, who moved among the four gods and drew upon their power, knew all too well that they could not possibly unleash their power at the same time!

In the midst of his violent struggle, the demon prince, Birac, saw the mortal who had summoned him. The white-haired youth laughed wildly, his face contorted like a demon.

Birac, the first demon prince, a demon prince blessed by the four gods, cunningly maneuvered among the four gods to obtain their blessings.

"Bilak!" Macado shouted, followed by a chant of the demon prince's true name, "I summoned you to cut off Magnus's head!"

"Who are you?!" Birac roared, not wanting to anger Tianqi!

Macado laughed loudly, "You don't need to know, but I grant you the power of the four gods! Come to me with Magnus's head! —Don't worry about the gods, they will forgive you!"

Makado, on his motorcycle, stepped forward and pulled on the chain. Before him, who possessed the full power of the four gods, the first demon, Birac, who relied on the power bestowed by the four gods, was completely restrained.

Makado reached out and touched the struggling demon Birak's horns, then released the hand that was gripping the chains, letting Birak go like a white dove.

Birac, under the spell cast by Makado, had his eyes clouded for a moment, then flapped his wings and flew toward Magnus's location.

“Tzeentch!” Macado shouted. “You want to interfere with my mind? I don’t care about your schemes! I’m going to beat your chosen one today!”

The boy clapped his hands in satisfaction, then chuckled contentedly again. A wrinkle crept onto his face, and Makado's eyes swirled with turbid spiritual energy, but this did nothing to diminish the boy's hearty laughter.

Makado coughed a few times, spat on the ground, and muttered a curse under his breath.

"I've been wanting to get rid of you little brats for a long time."

Then the boy wobbled backward but remained firmly seated on the motorcycle. Macado looked into the distance, seemingly observing the war between Magnus and Birac.

The motorcycle convoy continued speeding along; they were almost at their destination.

Tarasin, standing behind the Khan, suddenly spoke in a low voice, the sound carrying only between the two of them.

“Macado…was he like this before?”

The Khan remained silent, his flaring anger awkwardly suppressed.

"The matter of the Imperial Regent..." the Khan mumbled vaguely. "It seems the Empire has worn him out these past few years."

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Chapter 521 The Attack from the Death Guard

【The Vengeful Spirit】

Garo swung his heavy sword, and the enemy's screams and blood splattered together. He drew his explosive gun, and flames spewed from the muzzle, tearing a bloody path for the assault team.

Behind him, the Fourth Knight, who had crashed directly into the side of the Vengeance Soul, was groaning in pain. The huge airflow created by the pressure difference was forcefully pushing him away, but the magnetic force of his boots held him firmly to the deck of the Vengeance Soul.

Countless sons of Horus surged from the shattered corridors, stepping over the initial corpses created by the impact, endless in number, but the vanguard of death guards remained firmly in place. As time went on, reinforcements of death guards also arrived at the Vengeful Spirit.

At this very moment, centered on the Fourth Knight, which crashed into the left flank of the Vengeance Soul, countless Death Guard ships charged toward the Glory Queen. Even though their ship designs were not as suitable for penetrating enemies as the Fourth Knight, they still rammed into it with an unstoppable momentum.

The landing of the other Death Guardians relieved a significant amount of pressure on the advance team led by Gara.

Galo turned to the side, tacitly instructing the Fearless beside him to unleash fury and ammunition upon the Sons of Horus. The twin heavy explosive shells roared, their flames stretching endlessly.

"keep going!"

When the Sons of Horus' second wave of attack showed signs of fatigue, Garo decisively gave his order, leading the Seventh Company toward the interior of the Vengeful Spirit.

Primarch Mortalian's orders to them were simple: find the Primarch and support his war against Horus; if the Primarch could not be found, destroy as much equipment as possible on the Soul of Vengeance.

In this battle, Mortarion destroyed five Deathguard fleets, with three of them simultaneously attempting to board the Vengeful Spirit.

The Second Company, the Fifth Company, and the Seventh Company, totaling over 87,000 Space Marines, along with the attached Hellhound support units, comprised a total of over 370,000 mortals.

They will faithfully carry out the Primarch's orders and unleash Mortarion's fury on the traitors!

Even in death, they will die at the feet of the Primarch!

There is no retreat! Every person they kill is a contribution to the Death Guard and to the Empire!

Meanwhile, outside the Vengeance Soul, the First Company and the Sixth Company, totaling 72,000 Space Marines, led numerous fleets in a naval battle against the Warmaster's fleet, boarding key ships in the fleet group.

Within twenty minutes, soldiers and warriors with six-spined skull armbands began to seep into the Sons of Horus's army through the wounds of the Vengeful Spirit.

They fought against the Sons of Horus, against the demons from the Warp, against the mortal auxiliary forces and servants, and killed all who were not Deathguards and who betrayed them!

For a moment, the clang of gunfire and the clashing of swords echoed throughout the intricate, vein-like corridors of the Vengeance Soul.

Explosions rang out, and under the cover of the Death Guards, the hounds skillfully placed explosives, destroying everything on the Vengeful Spirit as much as possible. Even if the narrow engine room would trap them in the pipes, those hounds who had placed the explosives and were unable to escape would not hesitate to detonate the bombs once they reached a safe position!

They never intended to go back alive!

Moreover, for the Pale Lord now, their deaths will also contribute to his power!

From the territories near Galaspa and Barbarossa, countless ordinary auxiliary soldiers, who grew up in harsh environments, skillfully moved through the various side chambers and pipes of the Vengeance Soul, setting up explosives.

The Death Guards, clad in Terminator armor, blocked the corridor with their own bodies. Countless sparks flew as they grazed their heavy armor. The Death Guards preferred heavy armor, sacrificing agility in exchange for facing the enemy head-on in the corridor during boarding maneuvers and taking the hits head-on!

Since the Death Guard 7th Company is mostly composed of Terran veterans and does not favor defensive Terminator armor, Garo's group is significantly faster than other Death Guard companies.

Soon, Garo keenly realized that the tremors coming from the walls around him had stopped. He realized that his team had probably gone deeper into the core area, and reinforcements from other Death Guards had not yet arrived.

"alert!"

"Galo shouted. His Seventh Company did not follow the hounds; these veterans of Terra had their own preferences."

Unlike other Deathguards, their goal is clear—to reach the Primarch and fight alongside him.

But so far... Gara calls out to her father in her heart, but Mortarian's response is not strong.

They might have taken the wrong route. Gara frowned and began to consider whether to turn back at that intersection and change routes again, or to continue on their way.

They arrived at a hall that looked like a small reception room. To Garo's surprise, the Sons of Horus here were wearing Terminator armor. Garo, who had fought alongside Shadowmoon Wolf, immediately recognized them as the black-armored soldiers of the First Company of the Sons of Horus.

And if you see the black-armored ones...

Gara silently gripped his heavy sword. "Abaddon?"

The black-armored ranks parted from both sides, and a taller, more handsome man with a topknot stepped out.

"Long time no see, Gara."

Abaddon said softly, "Interim commander of the Death Guard, it's a surprise to see you here."

“I’m not surprised to see you,” Gara said succinctly. “Looks like I’ve come to the right place?”

“You can’t go any further,” Abaddon said. “Go back, Garo.”

Abaddon stared at Gara, his eyes filled with seriousness. "Go back, Gara. You are courting death. The gods have already intervened. Whether you or I are here or not... it's completely meaningless."

Abaddon spread his arms wide, unarmed, and walked up to Garo, who heard the Death Guards behind him cocking their guns. Garo raised a hand and stopped them.

Garo stared at Abaddon, who, dressed in Terminator armor, was much taller than the veteran Garo. Abaddon reached out a hand and patted Garo's breastplate.

“We were once comrades-in-arms, and I clearly remember your past glories… Galo, I don’t want to fight you.”

Garo raised an eyebrow, reached out, and grasped Abaddon's outstretched hand. "When did you become so weak, Abaddon?!"

Gara roared, twisting his body violently. He gripped Abaddon's hand and exerted force downwards, veins bulging. Bang! Abaddon slammed heavily to the ground!

At the same time, without the slightest hesitation, the Death Guards behind Garo began to fire, and the Sons of Horus immediately retaliated. Abaddon stood up in a rage, and blue light rose from his power sword.

“Now, tell me—Abaddon—” Garo roared, bringing his greatsword down on Abaddon, “Why did you betray me?!”

"The sons of Horus have never betrayed us!" Abaddon's eyes burned with rage. "We are loyal to our father!"

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 522 Loyalty and Sacrifice