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

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"and many more--"

The crowd suddenly stopped and looked back at the clown.

"Who will come, who will pray in his name?!"

O Hades—who will offer their soul to you?

That's it! Great!

Chapter 498 Corax Awakens

Jokes that have been repeated too many times are not funny.

The stimulation can only reach the peak of pleasure the first time.

There is more than one person who appreciates theater.

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Corax awoke with a wave of dizziness and weakness.

The wound in his abdomen was throbbing, and a tremendous sense of weakness enveloped him. For a Primarch, it was extremely rare for him to fall into a coma and feel so exhausted after waking up.

But he did indeed, truly, fall into a coma.

As soon as the Primarch's reason returned, he felt the restraint of the shackles on his hands. The sensation coming from his wrists was not human technology.

That came from another race. Or to be more precise, the Elven race.

Kolac didn't open his eyes immediately. The Primarch sensed that he was lying on a platform, surrounded by whispers and footsteps; the Eldar were talking.

"...Heavy security, He seemed almost certain of victory."

"Nature—the youngest goddess is destined to devote all her strength, and the opportunity only comes once."

After a series of footsteps, Corax heard a faint metallic clang of metal striking metal.

“No need to worry,” the man said in a low voice, “we’ve found the real god of the underworld… haven’t we? No more five swords, no more god of the dead, no more spells and prophecies. For us, it’s all too simple, too tempting.”

Kolac heard a string of curses, which seemed to be condemning himself for abandoning the gods of his own race and for the fact that the gods of other races were so easy to obtain.

God?

Corax thought helplessly of what he had seen in Vengeance, a scene that almost immediately came to mind whenever the word was mentioned.

What he didn't understand, what he found disgusting, now has an answer.

This world must be insane.

"It's that simple! We only get one chance—otherwise, when will we ever find the opportunity to wait?"

"When the Primarch of humanity is completely corrupted, we will crash into it and lure the Merciful Ones over. The immense warp orientation during the Sons of the Empire's sacrifice will help us accomplish what follows."

"Can it really kill Him?"

A long silence followed.

"The One Who Can Change His Way Can Escape, but the Dark Prince Will Not Perish Directly."

The voice rang out solemnly.

"The realms of the gods are locked in a power struggle, and the balance cannot be easily broken. At this moment, if it could truly devour the Dark Prince and grow stronger once more..."

The Elven voices faded away.

"Then this will be a real catastrophe from the physical world for the subspace."

The Eldar ally spoke up.

Is it really worth it?

"You only get one chance."

Eldar said solemnly again, repeating, "Only once, if we are lucky, will the Merciful One severely wound Him—we might not be unable to try to obtain the fifth sword."

In the legends of the Eldar, the Sword of the Old Woman is said to be five blades formed from the five finger bones of the Eldar goddess Morai Heg.

Legend has it that when the five swords of the old woman are gathered together, the Eldar will be resurrected, and the Eldar will then gain the power to slay the Slaanesh.

But—one of the five swords of the old woman is in Slaanesh’s palace.

You need to collect all five of the Old Woman's Swords to gain the power to defeat Slaanesh. In addition, you need to go to Slaanesh's palace to collect all five swords.

Currently, the Midnight Tragedy Troupe is unaware of the whereabouts of the other four swords, but before this operation, the God of Laughter had already informed the troupe's clown that the fifth sword was with the youngest lady.

That was originally destined to be the last one obtained through countless cycles of fate and reincarnation.

But now, the [Gods Above] who has severed so many causes and destinies are standing beside them.

It's not impossible to take a gamble and try to retrieve the sword when Slaanesh is severely injured.

The Midnight Lamentation Troupe is the most extreme of the Eldar, whose ultimate goal in life is to destroy Chaos and the Lady of Thirst.

The troupe leader glanced thoughtfully at the Death Jester before him, his gaze lingering on the Primarch at their feet, bound by various chains and gravitational fields, before subtly averting his gaze.

"—Fate is approaching, go and check on [The Fool], he cannot afford to lose his dance at this moment."

Footsteps sounded, and Corax realized that the Eldar who had been asking questions had left. The Primarch opened his eyes and sat up silently.

He saw the Eldar before him, who showed no surprise at the Primarch's rise. The troupe leader was dressed in an exaggerated long black leather coat, the hem and collar of which were wide open, revealing a gaudy, clown-like checkered lining. The Eldar was wearing a mocking pale mask with crimson feathers flying high on it.

The Eldar looked at Corax, bowed deeply to him, and spoke in a grand manner.

"Welcome, guest beyond fate."

Corax remained silent, his lips tightly pressed together, his face deathly pale.

"You must have many questions—on this stage, countless wonderful dramas are taking place, and you have simply come from the backstage of a play that has ended to the backstage of a play that is just beginning."

What happened to my brother?

Korax spoke abruptly, his completely black pupils fixed on the Eldar troupe leader.

[—What happened to Fugen, the Son of the Empire?]

The troupe leader looked at him, the mocking expression on his mask now particularly distorted.

"He has fallen,"

The Elven race spoke,

"Now, he is about to hold an ascension ceremony on his Imperial Pride, to finally make himself the darling of the Dark Prince."

Originally, complete corruption and ascension required the Primarch to offer a large number of sacrifices—whether it was the Geneseed or the tormented death of other life forms—but now, it is clear that the Four Gods have relaxed their conditions.

Not only did they relax the conditions, they were even quite generous in bestowing their power upon each other.

Corax remained silent like a corpse, thinking of the Alphas on Vengeance Souls; he understood everything.

You must use Fugen's ascension ritual as bait.

Corax spoke calmly, though there was still one thing he didn't understand: Who was "it"? Who was the "Merciful One"?

He vaguely recalled the prayer he had heard before he lost consciousness, but his thoughts abruptly stopped before the word was mentioned.

He is the master of the Silent Retreat.

Corax realized that the Primarch's brain was rapidly processing all the information he had gathered. There were "gods" in the Warp, but there were also "above the gods" in the world. All of this, including his brother's fall and Mortarion's transformation, was caused by the "gods" and by the Warp.

And now—all eyes are on Kadia, because the Merciful One is imprisoned there.

Corax remained silent, now forced into another conspiracy by the alien races who hoped to exploit the blessings of humanity and the Lord of the Order of Silence for their own purposes.

Korak felt a weariness in his soul, and what was his place in this drama, this uninvited guest…?

[Am I also an unexpected bait?]

This applies to both the Lord of the Silent Order and the youngest goddess in the Eldar's eyes.

Korakx let out a sneer as he looked at the Eldar. The Primarch's cold gaze was hidden beneath his disheveled hair. Korakx spoke calmly; after all these events, his heart was filled with despair.

I can cooperate with you, but I want to see Fugen; he's my brother, and I hope there's still hope for him.

Could this be a lie?

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Chapter 499 On the Emperor's Pride

Here, there is singing and dancing.

The Imperial Pride was now filled with magnificent and joyful songs, instruments from various regions were being played, and calming perfumes lingered around everyone.

People walked cheerfully down the corridor decorated with gold and purple stripes, and even the servants had makeup on their faces.

Nobles of all kinds, dressed in their finest attire, hurried along the legion's triumphant avenue. Their sharp suits accentuated their broad shoulders and backs, while soft silks outlined the curves of their figures.

A dazzling light shone atop the agate pillars, and in the distance, through the Phoenix Gate, a soaring tenor voice echoed from the halls of Heliopolis, a hymn praising the Legion and the Primarchs' achievements.

Aidoron stood in the Heliopolis Hall with a broad smile on his face. Light streamed through the massive dome, casting hazy pinkish-purple dapples on his features.

"This has all been really difficult,"

As he spoke, his armor gleamed and his handsome face gazed at Lucius beside him, whose armor was equally gleaming. Lucius was the Primarch's newest favorite.

"yes,"

Lucius watched as the warriors and servants busily prepared for the Primarch's coronation ceremony, transporting countless treasures sent by nobles.

Lucius raised his head and said arrogantly,

"We have come this far entirely thanks to my father's wise leadership."

After being thrown from the Midnight Lords' ship, the Primarch of the Sons of the Emperor did not die immediately. He survived the turbulence of the Warp and held on until the Sons of the Emperor found him again.

Fabius Bayer, as the Primarch's trusted apothecary, cared for Fuggen and was responsible for his treatment during the period when the Primarch was still unconscious after being rescued.

At first, his descendants were very worried about him.

To be honest, Lucius's smile faltered. He looked down at his gleaming boots, which reflected his face.

Life was difficult for the Legion during the period when the Primarch was missing and in a coma.

Countless twisted monsters poured out from the gaps in the ship, and some warriors were infected by them, turning into beings just as hideous.

The emperor's sons fought and fought and fought. Some died forever, while others were infected and, in a daze, raised their swords against their former comrades.

Finally, they retreated to the vicinity of Fabius's medical room, with the unconscious Primarch behind them. They had nowhere left to go!

Some loyal warriors sacrificed themselves, rushing out to draw away the demonic tide, while Lucius and the others stayed behind to continue guarding the Primarch.

Lucius blinked, remembering his past self.

He was covered in blood, his muscles trembling uncontrollably from exhaustion. A voice inside him kept calling to him, urging him to sleep, and a gentle response came from behind the bed curtains.

The voice dissuaded him from rushing out with those people to distract the enemy.

For those who chose to continue protecting, what followed was a long battle. Sometimes, Lucius wondered if he should have rushed out or died immediately to escape this endless, nightmarish battle.

Everyone fell. Lucius stared at the endless tide of demons stretching down the corridor, his sword-wielding figure swaying slightly.

He swayed, then—straight down—fell—into the sound that called him—

A hand gently supported him.

In the final moments, the Primarch awoke.

Upon waking, the Primarch showed none of the dejection he had displayed when he left; on the contrary, he was full of energy.

The awakened Folgen roused the fallen warriors, and led by the Primarch, they began to push back.

The monstrous tide that had previously devoured countless warriors proved utterly ineffective against the Primarch. They pushed back swiftly, like a receding tide, and the monsters quickly retreated.

In fact, the Primarch could do more than that. Fugen restored the infected warriors, who blinked in confusion and then rejoined the Primarch's ranks.

Apart from those who were completely torn apart and those who sacrificed themselves to draw away the demonic tide, most of the emperor's sons survived this catastrophe.

Fugan inspired the warriors, and under the Primarch's guidance, they successfully found a way out of the warp and landed on a star system. Shockingly, even though this universe had completely sunk into hell, some star systems still survived intact.

They were warmly welcomed by the local nobles. The planets were prosperous and peaceful, and they were fond of pursuing high art. After the legion helped the kind local nobles eliminate some of the rebels, the planets happily expressed their willingness to submit.

The empire is dead.