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

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They are among the few "normal people" who have survived in this chaotic world.

The Khan nodded, staring at Kadia, its wasteland shrouded in thick clouds, like an ugly scar.

Only those who have experienced a storm know its color.

The two fleets are now stranded on the coast of Cardia, with no orders and no reinforcements, and the mortal crew members are wearing down at an alarming rate.

They cannot sit idly by and wait to die.

Let's try to finish this quickly.

The Silent Retreat Society has kindly informed us of the taboos of this place.

The Khan spoke succinctly, handing the floor to the Order of Silence, who, compared to the Chogoris, knew far more about the Eternal Heaven than the Chogoris themselves.

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The ivory-white gunboat descended from the slowly rolling, thick clouds, its tail clinging to the murky mist. The airship sank, sank, sank into the seemingly endless clouds.

Something seemed to be screaming, cursing, and crying in the mist. The ghostly fog violently pounded against the gunboat, and claw marks fell from one side of the porthole, viciously scratching the porthole.

Amidst the violent turbulence, Dahan closed his eyes and sat in the cabin as still as a mountain, surrounded by his guards, who remained silent.

Khan reviewed the intelligence he had gathered once again.

White Scar and Dark Raven's final orders were to go to Cygnus-X1 and prepare to fight alongside the Silent Order.

The Silent Order, the Khan thought, would only appear on one occasion: in times of discord, as a potent remedy to harmonize heaven and earth.

This surprise attack will inevitably lead to a battle with the psionic race.

The Khan pondered, noting that there were quite a few Storm Prophets within the white scars, and that his warriors from Chogolis did not need to trouble him in this regard.

The customs of Chogolis taught them well.

Therefore, the Khan led mostly the elite of the Chogolis race, as well as the Storm Prophets, in this raid.

The Khan did not expect a raid to change anything—they would arrive, gather what they needed, and then leave immediately.

The strange electromagnetic field on Cadia and the thick, dark clouds completely obscured any view of them, so they had to go down and investigate in person.

The broken radio waves came intermittently to the Khan's ears, but the Khan was not surprised at all; they were already prepared to lose contact with the orbital fleet.

But what will he see atop Kadia?

As if taking a short rest, the Khan recalled the ships that White Scar had encountered earlier, the ships of the Iron Warriors or the Word Bearers, and he was not particularly surprised by them.

The internal affairs of the empire are complicated. He doesn't understand the emperor, nor does he understand most of his brothers, so there's no need to get entangled with them.

Apart from Horus, Horus is probably not in a good position right now.

The piercing sound of electricity rang in his ears again, accompanied by the roar of the engine.

"Praise... Darkness...Receive..."

“…Wang…reply…”

Sizzle, sizzle,

"Please respond upon receipt,"

The Great Sage Tarasim's voice came through the channel clearly. The Khan frowned slightly; almost all of White Scar's own communication methods were now ineffective—but the Great Sage's communication channel remained intact.

[I can hear it.]

"Very good,"

The sage's slightly pleased voice rang out.

For some reason, the Khan led a group of White Scars and a group of Dark Ravens to land on Kadia first to conduct reconnaissance.

Meanwhile, the Kolacs and the Silent Order remained in the fleet above the orbit of Cadia, which naturally included the great sage Tarasin.

The Khan had always disliked those who transformed their bodies into bloated machines; he gave a curt "hmm" in response.

"My lord, to make a long story short,"

Tarasin stared at the screen that was disguised as an Imperial oracle. As the detection beam swept across it, the number of green dots marked "friendly forces" nearly doubled with each sweep.

Tarasin said,

“I don’t think you brought that many troops down with you? They used the exact same mechanical keys as you—but the numbers were different.”

In the dimly lit cabin, Khan suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness in them.

You mean, someone is impersonating my army?

The only response he received was the roar of missiles whizzing past outside the cabin.

Ah Deng, I'm so glad I didn't die. I almost ended up drinking soup in the Compassionate Father's Garden.

I'm still not fully recovered, so I'll keep updating daily for now—but I can't guarantee double updates, so please don't wait any longer, ugh.

Nothing today...

And, take care of your health...

Chapter 486 Soaring on the Storm Eagle

boom! ! !

Amidst the thick clouds, a commotion arose from the previously orderly array of airships. Fireballs exploded from the wings, billowing black smoke, and a Stormbird wobbled and crashed.

It barely had time to utter a mournful cry before it sank directly into the murky brown ocean.

Beginning with the crash of the first Stormbird, countless missiles, trailing black tails, whistled through the clouds as they crashed into the engines and wings of the gunboats.

In the current situation where visibility is almost zero, the enemy is still able to launch an attack!

Even the most experienced drivers were startled. They swerved their vehicles to narrowly avoid the missile, and their previously orderly formation began to crumble.

Even the Empire itself couldn't distinguish between friend and foe.

In an instant, countless airships, billowing smoke, broke away from the standard flight path.

"Sweat profusely."

In the Kheshig, Qin Xia suddenly stood up. He looked at the Khan, but the Khan remained seated. The Primal raised a hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

It's Hydra.

The Khan said that his eyes were unreadable.

[Impersonating others and stealing people's identities... it could only be them.]

Even in the realm of eternal life, such a vile existence is probably rare.

"Then we should—"

The Khan waved his hand, interrupting Qin Xia's question.

In the sky, the eagle will not lose to the partridge on the ground; have faith in our warriors.

The majority of vehicles deployed by White Scar were vehicles, while the number of Dark Raven Guard troops was negligible.

At the same time, the Khan opened all communication channels. The Great Khan sat firmly in his army, and solemnly said...

[Operate in small groups, maintain high mobility, assemble at designated landing sites, and let those shoddy imitations witness our true speed!]

His response was intermittent battle cries in the channel.

"Great Khan! The tribe is fighting for Chagatai!"

The engine roared from overheating, and the thick, almost solid cloud of mist trembled, like a stage sprinkled with beans, where countless beans bounced restlessly to the rhythm of acceleration.

Sharper-than-a-knife wings sliced ​​through the gale, and blinding flames blazed from the thrusters. Riders unloaded their burdens, and the horses' hooves suddenly accelerated.

"For the Great Khan!"

The cavalry that had been silently descending to transport soldiers suddenly began to gallop wildly, their steps frantic, people shouting as they raced.

The drivers revved the engines to their maximum, and the overloaded engines made their vehicles shake violently.

At this moment, they are fighting for the Great Khan!

As if commanded by a general, the entire fleet of ships suddenly rushed in the same direction, and then abruptly changed direction in the next instant.

Those whose pace was noticeably slower than theirs, and who remained silent during each turn, were all targeted by the White Scars. With each soaring flight and each turn, the agile flock of eagles roughly swept over them, startling them into countless feathers.

Since this was a transport operation, most of the aircraft on the landing craft were Stormbirds.

The Stormbird's somewhat bulky and aesthetically unappealing fuselage was forcibly propelled into the high altitude by its engines. It swooped down, turned sideways, and bombed. The laser guns and heavy bombs on the turrets exploded in flames, and missiles roared through the clouds. Fine, shimmering waves spread around the fuselage, and the high heat from the Void Shield operating at full power offset the chill of the sky.

Meanwhile, those lighter aircraft that White Scar preferred, such as Swordtail, which guarded the transport aircraft, charged directly into the enemy formation in small squads, trying to break through the enemy's formation.

Suddenly, beneath the cold, gloomy clouds, countless muffled thunderclaps and bursts of fire accompanied the falling scrap iron and cables, burning like shredded paper as they crashed to the earth.

Amidst the clouds and mist, dogfights unfolded in round after round, with occasional glimpses of falling leaves dodging tracking missiles.

As time passed, the clouds churned, and above the sky, one gunboat after another slowly emerged from the dark clouds. Their fuselages were riddled with craters and shell holes, and billowing black smoke trailed a path across them. Their engines hummed weakly, as the intense overload meant they could not withstand such unrestrained speeding again in the short term.

boom! ! !

A Stormbird, its belly almost burned through by a laser, staggered and crashed to the ground. The powerful inertia dragged it forward, scraping along the ground. Its engine roared and lit up again, greatly reducing the dragging pain. Amidst a shower of sparks, it slowly came to a stop.

The Stormbird's nose was buried in the steel-mixed wasteland of Kadia, and its belly, like a long-decayed corpse, revealed a metal frame resembling ribs.

The soldiers who had landed earlier gathered around, trying to offer assistance.

With a loud bang, the Stormbird's hatch was kicked open violently, and a white-scarred man stepped out. His face was grim, his right hand clutching his helmet, and his other hand holding his scimitar.

"vomit!"

Before anyone else could ask, the man began to vomit. He cursed and wished his pilot well in Chocoholics. His comrades behind him emerged from the cabin one after another, indicating that their pilot had put them through a considerable ordeal.

The man was met with shouts of abuse coming from the cockpit.

It was a white scar from motion sickness, and people burst into laughter. But the laughter stopped abruptly as an ivory-white gunboat with dragon-scale gold hovered low in the air. The hatch opened, and a figure slowly stepped out from the darkness.

"Sweat!"

The soldiers cried out, "The Khan is with us!!!"

His eagle-like gaze swept over every soldier, then he looked further into the distance. He saw a convoy of motorcycles ready to depart, the wreckage of countless airships, his generals rushing towards him in the sky, and on the ground—

Khan squinted his eyes.

They landed at the very edge of the plain, and there was no doubt that he saw the endless tide of demons.

But the demonic tide didn't come for them; the monsters were indifferent to their arrival, running as if for their lives into the depths of the plain.

What else exists besides this?

alpha.

Accompanied by ominous psionic fluctuations, Alpha was slowly approaching them.

The Khan frowned, and a voice came from his private channel.

My eldest brother,

The voice on the other end said this.

Aren't you going to see the War Commander? I've been entrusted by him to invite you to meet him.

Did Horus order the Hydra to attack his brother?

Alpha over there seemed to have been seen through, and laughed.

[This is just a little scheme of ours. I guess you don't want to see the War Commander—but someone has to do it.]

The Khan shook his head, drew his White Tiger Blade from his waist, the gleaming blade flashing with a cold light.

I will go to see Horus—but in my own way.

As for you,

The Khan gave a disdainful laugh.

You are not worthy.

Nothing today _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 487 The Real Ineffective Communication