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

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Something happened.

King immediately looked up and stopped praying, but at the same time, orders from Makado came through his communication system.

The engine of the Kim-306 hissed, and he thought of something bad.

Kirkland...

Jin thought,

Now that you're with Pluto, if anything happens to Pluto... King will never forgive Kirkland.

Meanwhile, countless sages in the world of casting, who were engrossed in ancient texts and directing workshops, looked around in bewilderment, wanting to know what had just happened.

Someone has changed something, but they are unaware of it at this moment.

But one day, they will know that today,

Who exactly sent them their most heartfelt blessings?

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Barbarossa

A deep, rumbling clap of thunder sounded.

Motalian, who had been hunched over his desk for three days, slowly raised his head. Why had he been feeling something was off all these past few days?

A pale light streamed through the window and landed on Mortarion's desk. Mortarion stared thoughtfully at the view outside the window; rolling dark clouds were currently shrouding the sky above Barbarus.

It's going to rain.

The sound of the wind carrying moisture swept across the vast cornfields of Barbarossa, where the corn seedlings bowed slightly, revealing the blessing grain bags hanging on the black sculptures among them.

The farmers, who were working in the fields, raised their heads and, involuntarily, looked up at the sky, at the location of that star.

The calico was sparkling.

That's all for today. I'm exhausted from updating all my classes. Don't bother waiting for me tonight, I'm about to throw up my soul...

Thank you so much to [Slaanesh's Chosen Mohana] for joining again! You're so generous!

Thank you so much to [lee无悔] for the 30000 points!

Thank you to all my friends who have supported me and given me tips!

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On a side note, the person who apologized hasn't contacted me yet. It's not this person, everyone, please don't mistake him, this is the boss!

And I want to apologize again today. The group incident affected readers who were reading normally. The main reason was that I had no experience, and also, the other party's private message made me lose my temper. This was a writer friend I trusted, so I acted rashly.

Next time, I'll resolve this privately and won't bother anyone again!

The new group will be created after this volume ends, probably around the weekend.

Chapter 418 The Last Moment

This was perhaps a dead end from the start.

Now is the time for brilliant stars to fall.

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A burst of intense flames erupted from the great demon's head, followed by a series of explosive bursts of fire. The eerie mechanical behemoth raced across the wasteland, uttering intermittent, lingering cries.

Kirkland ran, and all of the Sage's extensions unfolded at that moment.

His claw-like metal feet slammed into the earth, crushing the blasphemous demonic flesh beneath his feet, but the Great Sage's steps were not slowed in the slightest.

Angertai sped behind the Great Sage, hard, scale-like flesh growing from his armor. A voice from the High Heavens resounded from him; he had become more powerful, and more terrifying.

A mechanical monster that crawls across the earth like an insect, a half-human, half-demon space marine.

At this moment, it's hard to tell whether this combination is more bizarre, or whether the slowly advancing demonic army is more bizarre.

They weaved through a swarm of buzzing flies, and a bloated, pus-filled demon rode atop the flies, charging towards them, its greatsword slashing swiftly towards Kirkland—

The sage swung his mechanical axe sharply, and the next moment, the sound of rotten fruit bursting open rang out.

Kirkland roared, the Great Sage's hand gripping the Machine God's Axe was strong and steady, and he swung it without hesitation toward the next target.

"Rubbish!!!"

Kirkland roared, his scan array revealing the abominable beings, while the artillery systems behind him hissed as they ignited.

"I've seen you—I've seen you all!"

A burst of fire suddenly erupted, illuminating the Great Sage's cold, metallic body. Amidst the smoke of blood, flesh, and flames, Kirkland appeared as if he were draped in a sage's robe dyed with the most vibrant pigment in the world.

The head of Nurgle slowly slid off the Axe of the Machine God.

"In the name of Hades! You can't scare me anymore!! I've already been taught all this!"

Kirkland roared. At this moment, the Great Sage seemed to realize that this place would be his final resting place, but what burned fiercely in his engine and soul was not fear, but an indomitable madness.

Everything here is just like the teachings of Hades; Kirkland has completely understood it all—

This is the world He sees, this is the world He has always faced.

At this moment, a hellish scene far surpassing that of years past unfolded before Kirkland. Demons, completely defying laws and logic, marched forward, each step eroding the crumbling world above Kadia.

He always knew these things; what He described to Kirkland was merely a corner of the picture of a chaotic hell.

Kirkland laughed. He was right. Anyone, anyone with even a shred of reason, would feel a tremor from the depths of their soul upon first witnessing this scene—

Only then will humanity truly realize the possibilities that Pluto has brought them!

And that is precisely why He will perish—He will pass away!

For that blasphemous being, Hades himself is a sin!

Kirkland's mind trembled as he desperately prayed to Hades in his heart, running forward as fast as he could.

Using his accumulated anti-psychic energy over countless years, he brutally tore a bloody path through the ranks of the great demons with his body.

Angortai followed closely behind the sage, who charged like a mad bull through the ranks of the great demons. The great sage's fierce firepower and dim darkness successfully suppressed the great demons' ranks for a short period of time.

The two ran, crossing the ocean of demons, towards the tallest spire that reached into the clouds. In the distance, the remains of a Titan could be faintly seen in the gray sky.

Angertai swallowed hard, the scepter in his hand guiding him, and the Word Bearer realized that his destination might be different from Kirkland's.

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Little Herrera fought, bright red blood spurting from her wounds, her armor whistling as it shattered, and her scales gleaming.

But she continued to fight. The Empire had molded her into a war machine, and her sole purpose was to fight for the Empire's victory.

Even if she cannot win, even if she ultimately dies in battle, every explosive shell she fires at the enemy will contribute to the Empire's final victory.

At that time, those who are still alive can go back to their own planet. They will no longer have to fight; they can sit on the edge of the field and leisurely watch the sky.

Barbalus is a semi-agricultural planet, and in the years that followed, Little Herella always believed that life on Barbalus was the most pleasant.

Carefree, he ran through the fields with his younger brother Had, occasionally listening to his grandmother tell stories of the past, of the Barbarosian resistance.

Then, they were taken away by Lord Hades. Her younger brother, Had, became the Undertaker of the Death Guard, while she followed the Black Mage to Terra to study.

The training of the Silent Sisters was arduous, and some people died there forever, but this was just training. In the years of battle that followed, the people around her changed one after another.

Little Herrera persisted, and under the leadership of the Lord of Death and the King of the Underworld, the Barbarus people had their own principles to uphold.

Later, under the orders of the Imperial Regent Macado, little Herrera finally returned to Lord Hades' side, no longer as a Barbarus child, but as a blade, a blade for Hades to use.

And as a sharp blade, one must be prepared to be sharp!

Little Herrera swung her hand sharply, blood splattering beside the dagger, and then the explosive gun pressed against the purple demon's jaw burst into flames.

Immediately afterward, the whip of another great demon lashed out at her, but the next moment—

boom! ! !

Bright, blazing flames shone from Little Herella's eyes, and from within the bursting curtain of flames, the figure of the Great Sage Kirkland, wielding an axe, slowly appeared.

Flames streaked across little Herella's incredulous, yet slightly upturned, lips—

Kirkland, the mechanical madman known to all in the Order of Silent Silent.

"Let me into the main tower!!"

The Great Sage's altered voice came through the radio waves, and Little Herrera quickly made a few hand gestures. The ranks of the Soulless split apart, and Kirkland, who had been fighting in the ranks of demons, successfully crossed the last line of defense formed by the Soulless.

"He is not the enemy."

Kirkland's voice followed immediately, and Angortai, whose target was the Soulless Bomb Gun, suddenly stopped.

But the gun barrels of the Soulless Ones did not loosen their grip in the slightest; they remained coldly fixed on the Word Bearer—who looked as if he had been possessed by a demon.

Angertai gritted his teeth and raised the golden scepter in his hand high.

"In the name of the Emperor and Hades, I have come following their guidance; I have come to help you!"

Behind Angortai, the endless tide of magic continued to surge. He had no choice but to turn back to defend. In the last instant before he turned his head, he saw the figure of the Great Sage Kirkland flash into the Blackrock Tower—

"Kirkland?!"

Angelte shouted angrily,

The great sage strode into the tower, his mental engine burning fiercely as he sent a final distress signal to the Silent Order's ships.

Angortai's roar vanished into the demon's howl. The Great Sage raised his hand, and Charon, the royal guard leaning against the inner entrance of the Black Stone Tower, looked up.

"That Word-Keeper,"

Kirkland said,

“He has the aura of an emperor; he has come for you, not for Hades.”

Charon looked at Kirkland, whose dried bloodstains were splattered on the armor of the guard's abdomen. His long working together with the Silent Order had made him familiar with Kirkland.

The guard took a deep breath and staggered out of the tower. Kirkland saw a penetrating wound in the guard's abdomen.

Kirkland knew they were leaving; from the beginning, the Great Sage had always been clear that Angorte was not his destination.

The Great Sage brushed past the Imperial Guard, and Kirkland resolutely walked towards the exposed circuitry inside Blackrock Spire. The entire Blackrock Spire was currently at a standstill; he needed—

He needs to restart it.

Kirkland's thought engine creaked and groaned. He wasn't even sure if it would make any difference. On a battlefield of this intensity, could the opening of a black stone obelisk really change anything?

But this was the only means the great sages could think of that could help Hades.

The Great Sage witnessed the miracles of Barbarossa, where the towering spire granted Hades immense power.

Facing the circuit, Kirkland extended his prosthetic arm, from which countless intricate tools emerged, and he felt his hands trembling.

He recalled the scene that Hades had demonstrated to him years ago: in the very center of the battlefield, Hades repaired a black stone tower, thus saving all their lives.

Now, Kirkland is going to recreate this miracle.

Kirkland trembled. On the battlefield, the difficulty of repairing precision machinery far outweighed the difficulty of fighting.

He didn't know if it would be in vain, he didn't know if he could make it, he even—

He didn't even know if he could accomplish this!

Kirkland called out the names of Hades and Ohm Messiah in his soul, and the faint, weak feeling responded to him, constantly reminding the great sage Hades of his impending death.

Without the guidance of Pluto's radio waves, without the aid of the pale green currents, there was nothing here except for that slow, powerless feeling.

He has bestowed great power and generously helped every warrior of the Empire.

But at this moment, even His most devout followers cannot receive the slightest inspiration from Him.

Kirkland, the most devout believer, received no help, no guidance from the true masters of these black stone towers, and no enlightenment from the Messiah of Om.

Nothing at all.

Now, it is time for a mortal to live.

Kirkland trembled as he restarted the circuits, his mind engine roaring. He began to recall, he began to think, he began to calculate, he began to create.

These actions, representing the vacant authority of the highest heaven, granted him true freedom and power.

This is the power that Hades bestowed upon them.

The rustling sound of cutting filled the air, and at the same time, the weary voices of the Imperial Guards came through the Great Sage's communication channel.