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

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Hades roared, feeling himself burning to ashes, becoming one of the world's ash.

He raised his sickle, feeling the blessings and strength from his hometown that came with the story.

"But I am—"

"Death Guard!!!"

The Fourteenth Legion, the Death Guard, is known for its resilience.

Sorry to bother those who don't check the group. I was indeed flustered and panicked for a moment. I'll post more today, and I'll try to write more in the future as compensation.

I'm sorry.

Today's word count is 4.8k, yay!

Book recommendations:

Book title: I'm really not a succubus

Ninth-Rank Succubus: Besides being incredibly handsome and alluring, you are also a thief. You can steal not only other people's property, but also their energy, memories, thoughts, and even their destiny.

Eighth-Rank Succubus: You've become even more handsome and a better thief. You're also a gossipy con artist. Any lie you utter will become the truth.

Seventh-Rank Succubus: You have become a robber. Whether others are willing to let you steal from them or not, you can forcibly take anything you want from them.

Sixth-Rank Succubus: You become a heartbreaker, your fragrance can make any living being fall into a daze, regardless of gender, age, bird or beast, all will submit to your legs.

……

Third-Rank Succubus: You are a male beauty who brings disaster, and the whole world is suffering because of you—the promotion ceremony involves stealing the throne of a country.

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First-Rank Succubus: You have finally grown into a true succubus. The laws and authority of the entire world are obsessed with you. You fool all things and transcend all time and destiny—the Ascension Ceremony, bewitching all beings and turning the world upside down.

Chapter 416 Those Who Are Still Fighting

In the silence, the crackling of gunfire could be heard.

Smoke rose slowly from the wasteland, carrying the weariness of a long battle, pale and powerless, returning to the true nature of the physical world.

Thick smoke billowed from the Stormbird's bow, the wrecked engine idled, and the hatch, violently kicked open, lay sprawled on the ground.

"Hurry! Hurry up!!!"

Kirkland ran wildly, and the Great Sage displayed a disheveled state he could never have described in his life. For the first time, Angeltai realized that mechanical voices could also break down and reveal sobs.

Angelte gritted his teeth, shouting "Sage!" His scepter gleamed dimly, and Ram's weary, feeble voice flowed through his veins.

"Wait?! Wait!!!"

Angeltai roared,

"If you rush in now, you won't be able to do anything; you'll just be throwing your life away!"

Kirkland trembled and whimpered, as if touched by an invisible electromagnetic wave in the air. The Great Sage suddenly fell to the ground, muttering the name of Hades in a low voice, momentarily indistinguishable from the disabled pilgrims on the ground.

Kirkland's mechanical arm violently clutched his head, scratching frantically as if trying to tear his own flesh apart.

"He is bleeding, He is weeping—He is perishing!!!"

"He is dying!!!"

The great sage cried out, indistinguishable from madness, and for a moment, Angelthai began to doubt whether the world the great sage saw was the same world he saw.

What did he see in those mechanical eyes?

Angortai was unaware, or perhaps, Angortai himself had gone mad, after all, a demon was dwelling within him.

Due to the sudden surge of subspace waves, the Word Bearers' ships barely managed to get close to Cardia.

But just getting close to Kadia, the psionic energy emanating from the planet was enough to drive the Word Bearers on board half-dead and half-mad.

Only those with unwavering will managed to maintain their composure, and then they were attacked by scattered ships of steel warriors.

The opponent's attack was extremely weak. Under normal circumstances, such an attack would not have been taken seriously by Huaiyan.

But now, the ships of the Word Bearers are scattered, and most of their crew members have lost their fighting ability.

At this moment, the ships of both sides were so weak that a delicate balance had been reached.

At the same time, Angertai also sent distress signals to the nearby Silent Order fleet and the Iron Hand fleet, but he was unsure whether the two legions, located in the very middle of the warp waves, could be saved.

The ships of the Word Bearers began to fight the Iron Warriors, and under Ram's urging and the faint guidance of the scepter in his hand, Angertai and Kirkland resolutely chose to charge into Kadia alone.

Normally, Angeltai would have thought that such a plan was devised by a madman.

Now, he's that madman.

However, when Angorte saw the bizarre image of Kadia reflected in her eyes, Angorte knew—

It's not him who's crazy, it's the world.

He's not crazy.

Kirkland didn't either; he was just too sad.

This land—no, this terrain—is like a newly formed continent, as if it had just been formed, with the loose, dry texture of the soil.

Countless corpses emerged from the earth, as if they were the soil itself; the Roman numerals four and ten remained on the faded power armor.

As they traveled through this land, Angeltai would occasionally spot a humanoid figure wriggling like an insect, mostly mechanical sages.

They looked to be in agony; bones were broken, steel bars melted, engines were wrecked—their bodies bore the last traces of that madness.

He saw those bird-like blue feathers emerging from the steel, fungi climbing on the red robe, violent blood flowing, and skin being brutally peeled off by himself.

At first, Angeltai would still fire at them, but he gradually became numb. The closer he got to the center of the battlefield, the more people there were.

He ran stiffly past those people, their mournful cries as they dragged him made even the Ram inside his body feel uncomfortable.

Those guys, they're under that guy's protection!

Hades' mercy allowed them to live, but is living really a good thing?

Angerte swallowed hard, his resolve to die growing stronger.

"Hey! Kirkland!!!"

As the first demon's figure appeared before them, Angortai roared.

"What exactly are you planning to do?! This won't save Hades! You have to think about him!!!"

Angeltai's brain was working at lightning speed.

"We have to go find Luo Jia! At least I have to go!!!"

The great sage's engine slammed on the brakes, and he let out a wail.

"To the main tower!"

The roar of his mind engine filled the air as the Great Sage began working at full capacity, drawing upon all the memories and knowledge he had stored. White mist slowly began to rise from the top of his head.

Kirkland shouted in a distorted voice,

"I can try to activate the Black Stone Obelisk, even with a slight effort. Hades taught me; he taught me!!!"

Kirkland screamed hoarsely, and the Great Sage entered a new phase of collapse.

"He taught me exactly what I needed to know!!! But how come I can only understand part of it!!!"

Angorte roared, raising his gun, and demons charged towards them.

"Is it okay or not, Kirkland? Give me a straight answer!"

The sound of the Great Sage's robes being torn apart suddenly rang out, the firepower system rose up, and the machine guns began to rotate.

After a burst of fire, Angeltai slowly changed the target of his gun.

"Give me your Blackstone Spear!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Angortai tossed two black stone spears towards Kirkland. The aura of the dark domain emanating from them seemed to offer a moment of comfort to the Hades follower. Kirkland's mechanical eyes brightened, and he was about to speak—

The Great Sage's electronic voice lingered in the wind.

"what happened?"

Angertai roared, "Damn it, those demons are swarming towards us!" He heard Ram urging him to use his demonic powers.

"have--"

Kirkland stopped, though his body remained motionless, but his firepower system continued to unleash a fierce barrage, even surpassing the number of demons Angortai had killed.

Flesh and blood exploded around the Great Sage like a fountain.

"Have……"

Kirkland stammered,

"Someone is calling for backup."

Even after experiencing all of this, some people are still able to stand and fight.

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"D3 Blackrock Spire: Requesting reinforcements! Requesting reinforcements!!!"

Little Herrera screamed, blood flowing from beneath her short hair, and delicate, purple scales sprouting from her face.

The characteristics of the soulless, and the working Black Stone Obelisk, allowed this group of Silent Order members to persevere until the very last moment.

Even so, the sufficiently intense subspace turbulence struck the tower and eroded the bodies of the soulless beings with overwhelming force.

The Silent Sister raised a special explosive gun in one hand and fired a burst at the great demon in front of her.

On her shoulder, she was carrying the Imperial Guard Charon, whose abdomen was bleeding profusely, and Charon's breathing was extremely weak at that moment.

Beside little Herrera were countless soulless beings who continued to fight desperately, and countless corpses that had already fallen to the ground. Their corpses were all strange and varied, but none of them were human.

Little Herrera gritted her teeth, blood seeping from her jaw, but there was no response on the communication channel.

What is she still hoping for?

But she had already made up her mind.

Hold this place, hold this place. For the survivors, hope may have long since vanished.

Victory, survival—there's no need to think about anything else.

What they have to do now is follow Hades to the last drop of blood and fire every bullet at the Empire’s enemies!

Finally, shouting in the name of Hades and the Emperor, he sent the last bomb to himself!

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Chapter 417 Death Guard Hades

Death is inevitable for all men; its weight can be as weighty as Mount Tai or as light as a feather.

Dying on the battlefield is the final destination of every soldier, and his noble soul rests in peace from then on.

But he can't rest yet.

He couldn't bear to fall asleep.

This story doesn't need to be witnessed by people, but when he left, they all knew he had been there.

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In Hades' eyes, the whole world turned into a blurry gray, with dappled light and shadow, and the pitch-black earth and the pale sky indistinguishable.

My chest hurts, but the pain has long been numb.

Hades breathed heavily; he needed oxygen. Only with a constant supply of oxygen could he continue to burn, to burn recklessly.

Burn it, destroy it all.

His chest heaved, and the dried, cracked, corrosive spiderwebs spread from where the plague father had sprinkled the wound. A sharp, piercing wedge was inserted, touching his organs with each breath.

The wound had already scabbed over, but Hades knew that the dagger piercing his heart could not be pulled out. Pulling it out would mean another massive hemorrhage, and he could no longer withstand another bout of bleeding.

In a daze, Hades recalled the Eldar's sneak attack on the Plague Planet and the farce on the Soul of Vengeance.

At least he was used to the pain in his heart.