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

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Angeltai roared, his voice muffled as it came from beneath Kirkland's body.

"I'll give it to you if you want it! You're crazy!!"

"There's something on you!!!"

Kirkland shouted in exasperation,

"I think you're the one with something on you!"

Angeltai shouted, a buzzing sound ringing in his ears, probably from the metallic scraping of Kirkland's body. He angrily pulled at Kirkland, who was clinging to him and beating him.

"Praise be to Hades!!!"

As darkness descended, Angeltai was suddenly startled. He knew he couldn't let Kirkland destroy the scepter he held in his hand.

"Shut your mouth, Kirkland!"

It was no use; the great sage, as if possessed, shouted out praises of Hades—

"Stop! Dude!! I said stop!!!"

The frantically struggling and writhing Angeltai and Kirkland stopped at the same time.

Because the sound did not come from any of them.

That sounded like... the sound gushing from Angeltai's veins.

Angeltai slowly opened his mouth, and the sound continued to resonate from within him.

"Hey, I'm just a subspace student—"

Ahhhhh! ! ! !

The Great Sage shrieked, shouting directly for Hades. At the same time, Angortai caught a glimpse of the faint glow of a time bomb beneath Kirkland's red robes.

? !

For a moment, Angertai was unsure whether it would be better to let Kirkland blow him up, who was entangled with warp creatures, or to subdue Kirkland first and head to Cardia.

During Kirkland's prayer, Angeltai could clearly feel his soul boiling and burning. Something truly existed within him. When had he been possessed?

Angeltai recalled with horror that this subtle feeling had gradually emerged after the prophetic vision that had first appeared from the Luojia Scepter.

Angelte recalled that fleeting moment—

Amidst the misty white fog, he found himself kneeling on the vast earth. He stared blankly at the opposite side, tears streaming down his face.

[Angoltai,]

Luo Jia was kneeling in front of Angeltai, his face also covered with silvery tears. In the world, there were only the two of them, Luo Jia and Angeltai.

Luo Jia's face was full of sorrow.

Time is running out.

Primitive theory,

I can't escape this, help me, Angelte.

Blood tears streamed from Angeltai's eyes, and his voice was hoarse.

"How...how can I help you, Father?"

Bring the scepter to me; it contains the power of my former faith, and it escaped death.

Luo Jia spoke hoarsely, a strange purple light surging in his eyes as he struggled in agony.

[Not only by the power of my faith, but also by yours... Angorte, you must arrive in Kadia as the first loyal Word Bearer.]

Luo Jia looked at him, with so many unspoken words.

You couldn't have gotten here alone... Fortunately, you have followers of Hades with you.

But that's still not enough.

As the mist gathered, Angeltai felt himself being pushed away from the battlefield, as if he were floating away. He was getting farther and farther away, and he could only watch the figure of Primarch Lojia kneeling in the mist.

Luo Jia opened her mouth and said a few words.

I've found you a friend.

Angeltai suddenly remembered.

"stop!!!"

Angeltai cried out, his voice overlapping with the strange sound.

"Kirkland, give me a few minutes! It's here to help us!"

"Stop reading! I'm a good devil!!!"

But if Kirkland listened to that, he wouldn't be Kirkland.

The red countdown light beneath the Great Sage's robes flashed even faster.

Angeltai felt his blood boiling, an endless surge of power coursing through him, and he felt sharp thorns sprouting from his hands—

Angeltai abruptly ripped Kirkland off his body and threw the sage heavily to the ground. He saw his own gauntlets covered in red spikes.

Angeltai screamed.

"Don't scream!"

The voice inside him immediately spoke.

"I am Ram, stop chanting your spells, little robot."

Kirkland let out a strange cry, and the engine on his mechanical axe roared to life again.

"If you want to see your master, then listen to me!"

Ram roared, followed by the demon's shrill, mocking voice.

"I'm here to help you,"

Ram said through gritted teeth,

"Crazy people who discriminate against the warp."

Kirkland let out another strange cry, and the sage pointed his finger at Angortai, who was standing there bewildered, while pulling a black stone spike carved with the three-headed hound of hell from his red robe and aiming it at Angortai.

Ram immediately shouted,

"The warp isn't all bad! I'll say it one last time, I'm here to help my brother Angortai! Little robot!"

Angortai was taken aback; when had he become sworn brothers with a demon?

As if sensing Angeltai's thoughts, Ram said helplessly,

"Our destinies are intertwined, Angeltai. I was brought here by Luojia, right there in the prophecy—you little rascal, put away your gadgets! If you want your master to live!"

Angeltai took a deep breath, gestured for Kirkland to stop, and the Word Bearer spoke cautiously.

"How...how do you want to help us? Why do you want to help us?"

"Because I am a good devil."

Ram's provocative voice rang out.

"Otherwise what? Must all beings become those insane beings? You've seen how miserable the fate of their followers was."

Irebus...

Angeltai thought,

"And now..."

The demon said in a strange voice,

"I just hope that the warp will still exist, instead of being blown into a black hole by two lunatics."

Kirkland shouted,

"What are you going to do to Hades?!"

"You should be asking what you intend to do with the warp?!"

"That guy,"

Ram said through gritted teeth, a hint of fear in its voice.

"After he dies, a storm comparable to the Eye of Terror will erupt, and it will continue to expand—and there are clearly no helpful beings in the warp like the Necromancers of space!"

The Eye of Terror was formed by the scream at the birth of the Slaanesh, the birth of a god that tore the veil between the physical world and the warp in this region.

And the aftershocks of Hades' death... Ram was certain that this would tear open something similar to the Eye of Terror in the warp, even though Hades' current size was far from comparable to Slaanesh's, he didn't need to become a god—

Instead, all you need to do before you die is slash this world once, creating a slow rift that can bleed the subspace to death.

The Eye of Terror was originally spreading slowly throughout the physical universe, but the undead, the overlords of the previous galaxy, discovered it. So the undead built a large number of black stone obelisks in the star field near the Eye of Terror to suppress its spread.

And if an entity of comparable size to the Eye of Terror were to form within the subspace...

Ram was quite certain that the mind-powerful being symbolizing chaos would not be as "benevolent" as the necromantic beings of space. After all, a god would not act alone, and the calculations of its own kind nearby were far more deadly than the greater losses that might be incurred in the future.

Therefore, it is impossible for subspace creatures to expect the overlords of the subspace to build a wall.

Ram's voice still echoed in the command room, and the demon watched with satisfaction as the sage who had been trying to strike him with an axe fell silent.

A hissing sound rang out, and Angeltai seemed to see the evaporating water vapor drifting from Kirkland's head.

Kirkland spoke, his voice trembling.

"Wait...but..."

The sage paused for a moment,

"But... I don't see it like that in the picture?"

The Primarch's death, that arrow... Kirkland seemed to have returned to that battlefield.

The only thing enveloping this area was the psychic energy representing the next cruel millennium; Kirkland could not sense a trace of the aura representing Hades.

Ram's mocking voice rang out.

"Do you think they don't know about this? They know it perfectly well. In fact, if it weren't for the impact of the Lord of the Underworld before his death, they would have done it long ago. Why go through all this trouble?"

A hissing, dangerous sound filled the entire room.

“Poor little fellow, the Lord of Humanity is very fond of you and your companions. Fate and prophecy favor you. You must have seen... that arrow... didn’t you?”

Kirkland froze completely, but his hand remained firmly gripping the axe handle, ready for battle at any moment.

"What exactly is that?"

The great sage asked softly,

"The gift of the four gods, a curse from the warp."

Ram's voice, like a venomous snake, climbed into the hearts of Kirkland and Angeltai.

"At a sufficiently heavy price, before everything can be salvaged, they will kill Hades in a harmless way."

Kirkland was silent for a moment,

"Then why are you helping us?"

The sage said sharply, "He's starting to prepare to cleave Angortai again."

“If you are a warp being, then you should not support my Lord.”

Ram spoke directly,

"Because the Word Bearer Primarch showed me another possibility, a more favored destiny."

Outside the ship, the stars, formed over millions of years, silently watched them, watching these two small figures.

Ram paused, as if about to announce a shocking secret.

“Luojia said that the Lord of the Underworld knows all of this, then…”

"...So, if there is no way to salvage the situation, the Lord of the Underworld will choose to commit suicide before they can act."

Kirkland emitted a sharp, popping sound.

The small command center immediately descended into chaos once again.

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