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

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Above Macurag, Killieman gazed at the clear blue sky, his blue eyes reflecting the frolicking sparrows.

Inside the World Eater's ship, Angron, who had been thoughtfully watching his offspring fight, suddenly stood up, his eye twitching.

In the setting sun over Baal, in a corner unseen by others, the archangel silently reached out his hand, wiping the corner of his mouth, and saw a smear of bright red on his hand.

In the night in Nostramore, Conrad Coz burst into a shrill laugh.

Inside the cell above Fenris, Magnus let out a dying wail, and the Crimson Sinner collapsed to the ground hoarsely, helplessly covering the spot where his eyes had been.

On the ship that Terra was about to set sail, the old man, who was resting with his eyes closed, did not move at all, just like a statue.

On Terra, a trickle of blood flowed from the Emperor's lips.

He smiled, though it looked more like a wry smile.

"At least I'm still alive."

He murmured, his eyes flashing with visions of the future.

Humans can only trust other humans.

In the tomb of the long-deceased, Tarasin stared at the Eye of Terror that was now rampaging across the star map, muttering to himself in disbelief.

"...Kid, at least find me a situation I can handle. Do you think I'm that strong?"

On the Soul of Vengeance, Horus smiled wearily, unconsciously stroking the ring.

Although some disputes still exist, I believe I will help my father govern this empire well.

On Barbarossa, Mortarion strolled casually along the ridge of the field. Strangely enough, the Lord of Death no longer wanted to judge the documents.

Well, he never intended to judge the documents.

The first drop of rain fell from the sky. Mortarion reached out his hand and touched his face. Under his eyes, he felt the wetness.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips holding the first drop of rain from Barbarossa.

It's raining.

As Mortarian thought about it, he looked up and instinctively glanced at the location of the star.

What on earth... happened?

Then, the world answered him.

Mortarian trembled unconsciously, and a flash of light that seemed to tear the galaxy apart burst forth in his eyes.

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Inside the secret room, the chess pieces on the fixed chessboard were removed, causing the chessboard to tremble violently, making a sound as if it were about to break, and the chess pieces on it were shaken and swayed.

Snapped.

With a loud bang, the chessboard was officially torn in two.

A chaotic whisper of laughter echoed loudly from the empty chamber, as if mocking his folly, even though their plans had not gone entirely as intended.

The emperor lowered his eyes, showing neither sorrow nor joy, and the golden light that had previously dissipated began to gather again with the help of faith.

Centered on the Eye of Fear, a vast wave of psionic energy surged toward the physical world, and most of the hazy and extreme star fields fell into the realm of the highest heavens.

On the fallen map, dark angels, sons of emperors, midnight ghosts, sons of Horus, and blood angels accompany half the empire as it plunges into a long, chaotic night.

On the other side of the Eye of Fear, a white scar marks the arrival of the Dark Raven Guard on the battlefield.

Tzeentch suddenly chanted loudly, "The King of Change offers His might!"

The power of the other half of the vast ocean suddenly gathered, and this arrow had its own target. The arrow, gathered with psionic energy, shot straight at Terra from Kadia!

After an unknown period of time, the starlight went out.

Above the Cardia, Hades knelt silently with his head bowed, as if mourning the fate of humanity to come.

The river of fate, abruptly distorted, begins to surge violently, attempting to return to its correct course. Chaos howls and churns the waters, and the opportunity to pay a heavy price should not be missed!

In the dark side of the Empire, countless people in the human world who believed in the Empire's truth witnessed the collapse of a world.

The myriad thoughts of collapsed faith exploded from the subspace, rapidly forming new waves, and the previously stagnant chaos began to expand rapidly.

The Chaos laughed and roared as they issued a mocking declaration of war against the Emperor and humanity, showing them the battlefield that had been overturned in an instant. Fate had returned to their hands, and their previous disarray was nothing more than a momentary compromise on the eve of a great victory.

However, even if countless stars fall—

Those souls that were previously redeemed and cleansed are now radiating boundless light.

They will light up this long night.

This proves that the efforts made before that were not something that could be easily erased or denied.

Above Barbaros,

Mortarian looked up, rain streaming down his face, his golden eyes still burning with the scar that pierced the entire galaxy.

His voice rang out softly, as if he were dead.

Hades, is this... the future you see?

Shock, sorrow, and a resolute fighting spirit and determination surged into Mortarian's soul.

The Lord of Death gripped his scythe tightly.

Thank you so much to [15035983891] for being the Alliance Leader!

Many thanks! ! !

I'll write more once I'm better!

I still have a bit of a fever, so don't wait for the second one today, it's very likely there won't be one.

Chapter 420 Extra: A Boring Movie-Watching Activity

(A cat-like connection to Schrödinger's cat-like relationship with the duality of serious drama)

"So I should be dead, but I'm not dead."

Hades, holding popcorn, said that he was watching and chewing as he sat on a long sofa with several Primarchs, the Emperor, and Macado. The Emperor was wearing red and blue glasses that looked like movie glasses.

Kiliman paused,

[Given that I am not entirely clear on what exactly happened, Hades, I think you can use the right words.]

Hades paused for a moment as he handed the popcorn.

"Like death."

Hades said seriously,

But Guilliman was clearly more confused, while on the other side, Magnus, who had been in a daze, let out a sharp, explosive sound.

[Wait a minute?! So half the galaxy is caught in subspace turbulence?! Oh my god! Oh my god!!!]

[I had never heard of such a powerful spell!]

Makado's slow, leisurely voice rang out.

“Not only that, a psionic attack is heading towards Terra… I think both my Lord and I know what He is going to do.”

“And you, Magnus… the power of this spell may be no less than that of the spell that caused half an empire to fall.”

Macardo and the Emperor exchanged a silent glance.

Then Macardo took the Coke from Hades's hand and handed it to the Emperor.

Hades and Magnus both cried out at the same time, and Magnus's scarlet skin turned even redder with excitement.

"Hey! Can't you even show some respect for the feelings of the deceased?!"

Hades yelled and tried to lean forward to snatch back his sugary drink, but Macado's scepter immediately pressed against Hades' chin.

"Okay, you're bigger than the dead."

Hades immediately changed his tune. He reached out and took the new Coke that Angron had given him. Hades took a sip, and his face instantly contorted into a ferocious expression.

"Why is it a Cheese brand?!"

Hades picked up the beverage bottle, frowned, and glanced at it.

"Has the King of Figurines developed a new product again?"

"You shouldn't have trusted an alien like that, Hades."

The Emperor's steady voice rang out, and Hades paused, then laughed somewhat awkwardly.

"Haha, it didn't give me any other options back then."

The Emperor calmly continued watching the list of fallen soldiers that had begun to play, seemingly still savoring the battle that had just taken place.

Even if it is sentimental and righteous, the more so, the more it can distinguish right from wrong.

Mortarian's hoarse voice rang out abruptly. The Lord of Death pulled down the brim of his hood, obscuring most of his face. He sat there upright, staring at the screen with his hooded face hidden beneath.

[The alien race... just kill them all.]

The Emperor, in high spirits, used his psionic powers to levitate a popcorn ball, which was still inside Hades' popcorn bucket. Hades reached out to snatch it, but he was no match for this ancient, cunning old man and missed.

“A very good point, my child, but you also have to learn to cooperate with them; humans alone are not enough to deal with all of this.”

Mortarian fell silent, maintaining his characteristic silence.

So, it's over?

Killieman abruptly asked,

Hades is... as if dead, so can we now return to our own legions?

It's sad to say, but Guilliman misses his files on Macurag; he's been away from them for a long time.

The emperor shook his head and said with a light laugh,

"No—this is just the beginning."

As he spoke, he glanced at Makado, who remained silent, only offering a slight smile, though it looked more like a wry smile.

"Don't look at me like that..."

Makado said,

"Someone has to go and replace refined gold with ceramic steel. This is already an extremely crazy move."

Hades' gaze fixed on Macado, and dramatically, he let out two loud sobs.

"Old Ma! Ah! Old Ma!"

In an instant, the Primarchs realized that this diminutive Imperial Regent possessed astonishing explosive power and combat prowess. This mortal bureaucrat flashed towards Hades with a speed that even the Primarchs themselves envied—

The emperor calmly raised his hand, waved it, and golden light shimmered on his hand.

"Old Ma, don't take it to heart."

Macado, who was just a hair's breadth away from killing the deceased again, froze. He turned around in disbelief, staring at Neos, and spoke softly, his voice trembling.

"My lord—you…you…what did you just call me?"

“My most trusted Imperial Regent, Makado.”

The emperor said without changing his expression,

In the brief pause, Hades burst into a thunderous laugh. The remaining Primarchs reacted in various ways: Mortarian remained motionless, Angron couldn't help but chuckle, Guilliman stared at the Emperor in astonishment, and only Magnus hesitated, seemingly wanting to say something.

"Wait... Old Ma?"

Magnus's soft mutterings were drowned out by Hades's loud laughter. At that moment, Magnus realized that he had an extremely subtle connection with Macado and Macurag.

Makado paused, then returned to his previous position, somewhat speechless.

"I will follow your preferences."

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"Hahahaha!!!"

Hades pressed his advantage, shouting...

"This is discrimination! Macado!!! I'm not even as important as the Emperor in your eyes after all!"

That sounds like a pointless statement.