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

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My beloved commander,

He will come looking for you.

You remain silent as the twins kneel respectfully before you, their blue armor clattering softly against the gleaming deck of the Vengeful Spirits.

You sit on your throne in silence. Logically, you should rise and help them up to show the brotherhood between you—you are the war commander, but you are still their elder brother.

Moreover, what makes you feel thirsty isn't that, but rather—

So your youngest brother is actually a Gemini?

The Alpha Legion is a ghostly legion, and each of them is very similar to your brother Alpha, but you are sure you can tell the difference between a Primarch and a Legion warrior, and the difference is even more obvious when a Primarch stands next to a Legion warrior.

A Space Marine and a Primarch are worlds apart.

But at this moment, absurdly, you can confirm that the twins kneeling before you now, similar yet already diverging, are both Primarchs.

Your gaze slowly moves to your hands, and you seem to see through layers of armor to the two rings you are wearing. One of them is broken, and some kind of dark material has glued it back together.

Are you still dreaming?

You were taken aback, realizing how absurd this was. Two Alphas, two younger brothers—it was like having two Saint Gilles, but there could only be one Saint Gilles.

……

Two angels wouldn't be a bad idea either.

You thought to yourself with a wicked sense of humor, but then you realized that the wound on your back from Saint Gilles's piercing was throbbing, and you couldn't bear the betrayal of two archangels.

So you choose to bypass the archangel in your thoughts and return to reality.

You furrow your brow slightly again, scanning them with your gaze. You know this won't offend them; this wisdom exudes your authority.

In a daze, you sense a familiar aura emanating from one of the Geminis; you've seen him before.

I am Omega.

The person you were watching spoke, giving you a sly smile.

You speak,

[Was it you who met me in the name of Alpha?]

【Yes. 】

Omega says, but you also feel that the answer isn't true.

The man who called himself Omega was kneeling to your right, facing you, with specks of crimson blood splattered on his right cheek.

On the left, another person, who has not yet identified himself, is looking at you with a face exactly like Omega's, but his left cheek is covered with sticky green sores.

This makes it easy for you to distinguish between the two.

This is also proof that they once entered the highest heaven.

You ponder, and you feel a pang of regret that it wasn't you who stepped into the highest heaven. You were trapped then, by friendship, affection, and those ephemeral things. You were deeply wounded, but you are still alive.

Did you go to Morocco?

You know where the Geminis went, of course you know. You are the War General, his most beloved child, and the Shepherd God who possessed the wisdom of the Spear of Dionysus.

You already understand everything.

Moro, on the planet your great father went to fetch fire, long before the Great Crusade, he made a deal with the ancient gods of the High Heavens on that planet.

With the eternal prosperity of the highest heavens as a bargaining chip, the Lord of Mankind obtained the spark to create the Primarch.

But now, things are not peaceful in the warp.

You feel displeased. You realize deeply that your father has been deceived and played. He is indulging in the fleeting glory brought to him by the Forsaken, and he is gambled away the future of humanity like a gambler. He needs to realize that he is wrong in this regard.

He was wrong.

No matter how many times you touch upon this idea, it will give you a sharp, shuddering feeling that the perfect father could make a mistake.

But he was wrong, far too wrong.

Think about it, how could he possibly make you the War Commander? That's his first mistake. He shouldn't have chosen you. Even if you knelt down and begged him, weeping, he still shouldn't have chosen you. Admittedly, you love him, and he loves you too, but it should never be you. A War Commander requires responsibility and ability. In your opinion, Saint-Gilles is much better. He has courage and strategy, and when necessary, he's far more ruthless than you, who are so hesitant. By all accounts, Saint-Gilles should be his favorite, not you.

But then you think of the broken expression on Saint Gilles' face when he was under too much pressure.

Perhaps it shouldn't be Saint Gillespie; you surmise that your father would probably think the same way—he couldn't bear to see something perfect shatter. In that case, the Lion King would also be a very good candidate.

Even though he lacked both ability and prestige, the King of Knights was adept at handling high-pressure environments, and Leon himself was willing to be the leading war commander. You see, the best proof is that Leon himself became the second war commander under Saint Gilles.

Thinking about this, you couldn't help but chuckle.

You can't help but burst into laughter, your laughter is as loud as a bell, it's the most powerful sign of your health. Your children are so worried about your health, but you know that right now the least important thing is yourself.

You almost laughed until you cried, your thoughts emerging from the increasingly chaotic maze you'd wandered through, but you knew that your magnanimity simply meant placing these things lower on your priority list—"Teach the lion a lesson," this small line was written at the very bottom of your list, right next to "Kill Mortarion."

Once you have vanquished the Forsaken who stirred up chaos in the Warp, and once your joyful Father has rekindled the Star Torch after the monster's death, you must first go to Terra as a victor. But first, you must be careful, carefully avoiding the henchmen of the Second Reich. The eldest son who has come to your rescue has arrived, but first you must not arouse the vigilance of those traitors.

You feel like crying again. You know why he's right. It can only be you. Only you would think of running back to his side at a moment like this, instead of greedily tearing his empire apart.

He is right.

The Geminis looked at you, and you stopped laughing, looking at them kindly and using gestures to indicate that they were interested in telling you about their trip to Moro.

No, you don't care about that, because you already know all that. Moro is a stable gateway to the Warp in the real world, but there is more than one way to the Warp.

When Omega spoke, you could hear the deep respect he held for you in his voice.

Yes, Moro.

He said, "Smile."

[To personally investigate what the Lord of Humanity is thinking, what he desires, and what humanity needs from us.]

[Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; if we don't figure out exactly what he wants, Hydra will never be able to continue its operations.]

You can't help but laugh again. Only you, not your youngest brother, know his intentions.

What did you see there?

You asked, feigning curiosity, straightening your relaxed back and leaning slightly forward.

Alpha and Omega simultaneously raise their eyes to look at you, their eyes filled with joy, as if they already know and practice the truth of the world.

The true path for humanity's future.

They said in unison, as if they had made a huge decision for their choice. Excuse me, but your younger brothers look like the type who would spy on the enemy.

This is why we are here, under your command, Great General.

You smile.

【I know,】

You said, "Anyone who's right will come to me."

Anyone who is wrong or does not support you, you should personally punish them.

Above the Cardia, the fleet in the shadows pointed toward the force led by Corax.

No! Yay!

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Chapter 488 The Khan only went out for a short while

【Cardia】

A fierce storm arose, and dark clouds pressed down on the earth, making it so dark that one could hardly see their own hand in front of their face. Occasionally, one could see thunderbolts as thick and powerful as monstrous dragons rolling in the clouds.

Crack!

Another thunderclap! The lightning struck, illuminating two figures locked in a fierce battle!

With a clang, the White Tiger Blade lunged straight at the enemy's throat. The swaggering man twisted his wrist, and in the darkness, a silver light, like a crescent moon, appeared. A dark, grotesque object flew high into the air, twirled a few times in the chaotic winds and clouds of Kadia, and then crashed into the mud with a thud, falling silent once more.

[He's nothing but a fake, used as a weapon.]

At this moment, Chagatai was faced with a headless corpse, which was still raising its left hand, trying to summon a new storm. Blood was gushing out from the severed neck, which was as big as a wrist. The bloody liquid splattered on the Khan's ivory-white dragon helmet, adding a touch of ferocity to the Khan's plains.

Beneath the two black worms, sharp eyes stared calmly yet murderously at the headless corpse. It collapsed to the ground. The Great Khan, who knew the Eternal Heaven well, knew that death was also the capital of these shamans to cause trouble. But after a brief period of vigilance, Alpha's corpse did not make any new movements.

The Khan beckoned, and his few remaining Storm Prophets came over. On the Khan's orders, they "ensured" that the corpse would no longer interfere with the activities of the living.

While the Storm Prophets were conducting their inspections, Khan kept his gaze fixed on the direction in which the dark, surging demonic tide was moving. He clenched his brows tightly, and a tiny glimmer of golden light seemed to shine through his dark eyes.

Beyond that, nothing could be seen anymore.

He seemed to have seen something incomprehensible and unacceptable.

[This is insane, absolutely insane.]

The Khan shook his head. He didn't know what this madman, the Emperor, was doing. He wasn't particularly interested in the matter of the Lord of Mankind—and the Khan believed that the Emperor was unworthy of the title.

[Fall in!]

Chagatai roared, and a whistle like an eagle's hooves rose up. The people who had just been sent to scout rather than to assist in the battle, on behalf of the Great Khan, began to gather around him.

They could certainly continue deeper, but Khan realized that going deeper would come at a price, and they had probably reached the limit of minimizing the cost. If they went any further, they would have to be prepared for a one-way trip.

Further in, you'll likely encounter more than just imposters.

Khan knew they were subtly urging him to go deeper, but—no, not now.

He was never a greedy person.

The roar of the Stormbirds rang out, and the Great Khan looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the clouds and reaching the location of the fleet.

They had completely lost contact with the fleet, and even with the channel of the Great Sage Tarasin. The Khan was not surprised at all—it would be truly bizarre if Tarasin could still contact him now.

The hot air from the transport aircraft's engines blew away the dark clouds, and after killing the Alpha that was blocking their way, the return journey went surprisingly smoothly. But Khan seemed to have a vague feeling that things wouldn't go so smoothly.

His intuition told him that something was happening somewhere out of sight.

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With just one glance, the Khan realized that something was wrong.

Their fleet was scattered in the vacuum, no longer as orderly as it had been before they left. The battleships were sparsely scattered, like a herd of horses scattered after a wild run. Large wisps of gray-white smoke drifted irregularly between the ships, a testament to the previous battle.

Khan keenly observed that White Scar's and Raven's warships had separated. Raven's fleet was in disarray, with wrecked ships wailing alarms, while White Scar's fleet was only slightly chaotic and not seriously damaged.

Chagatai was startled. After the transport aircraft landed on the deck of the Bladestorm, the Primarch stepped out first.

Before he could even see what was on the deck, a burst of misfired bullets came hurtling toward him!

The Khan drew his sword to block the bullet, which made a crisp sound as it struck the White Tiger Blade. His face was cold as he watched the chaotic scene unfold on his ship.

Only then did the channel ring again in his ears; it was the voice of his mortal steward, Ilya.

"The Great Khan—Abaddon, son of Horus—has just arrived! He has persuaded us to join the Warmaster, with Hasik as the leader, and half the legion now hopes to side with Horus!"

At that moment, Khan thought he must have misheard.

But no, he rationally accepted the fact that the Fifth Legion's White Scar had been fighting under Horus long before he returned to the Legion—the Warmaster had a very high reputation among White Scar's Terran brethren.

Stop!!!

The Primarch roared and strode toward the command room. His Kheshig followed him, clearing a path for him. The warriors who were fighting saw the Khan's tall figure, but continued to wrestle.

He walked through the long ship corridors, and the closer he got to the command center, the fiercer the battle became. His sons all knew that the command center was the heart of the entire fleet.

【Nayan Khan!】

The Primarch's roar pierced the hatch, and the Khan strode in. He saw a group of people wrestling together. Hasik was dueling with Juba Khan, while their henchmen were firing at each other around them. On the other side, Ilya was huddled under the equipment, trembling, with Shiban standing in front of her, trying to protect her.

"Sweat!"

Upon seeing the Khan arrive, Hasik abruptly deflected Juba Khan's sword and turned to look at the Great Khan.

Do you know what you're doing?!

"Great Khan, I hope you will unite with the War General."