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

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The waves were suddenly overturned, and the coward vanished along with the white mist. In the brief moment of turmoil, the dragon's gaze caught sight of the blasphemous usurper—

Suddenly, an immense pressure pressed down on the space, and a suffocating pain shot through his neck. Without hesitation, Vashtor lunged to the right.

In a moment, it saw the silvery-white monster that sent chills down its spine staring intently at it, as if it were looking at the most detestable monster in the world.

Flames erupted from Vashtor's furnace, and the scorching fires of hell raged once more.

Even though it felt that unbearable pressure was standing on this space.

But it's gone—without the Dark Domain, Vashtor won't be immediately suppressed by it at this moment!

Vashtor's lips parted in a wide grin, as if he were laughing.

An existence vying for power, a false god jointly deceiving all beings, a machine god standing on the subspace side, a machine god standing on the physics side...

Vashtor knew that it must be staring at that being with extreme hatred right now, even though it felt fear and unease, anger and hatred overshadowed it all!

This monster! This greedy monster that fought over and wasted countless faiths!

The waves of warp rolled around Vashtor, who swung his axe down without hesitation toward his mortal enemy—

Vashtor watched helplessly as the straight axe handle twisted in mid-air!

That guy controls the power over space!!!

Vashtor screamed in terror.

Lightning suddenly pounced on its face, accompanied by a silver-white blade shimmering with green. Had that creature finally abandoned its laughable little black dagger after being suppressed by the dark domain?!

Vashtor roared madly, denouncing those hypocritical beings who had deceived it: Chaos, Peturabo! Not a single one of them kept their promises!!

A sudden burst of blue light struck the white wind that was hurtling towards Vashtor. Vashtor heard the monster's furious roar, and the Creator laughed. A cable as thick as a python struck the monster that was charging towards it.

As the dragon roared in fury, Hades glanced out of the corner of his eye toward the direction from which the blue light had struck, and saw four clearly visible figures amidst the swirling mist.

Carlos the Fateweaver slowly lowered his scepter, and a strange, flickering blue light wrapped around it.

Hades is now besieged on two fronts!

A roar, a roar powerful enough to shatter stars, and silvery tears streamed down Hades' body. These seemingly heavy droplets of molten metal slowly floated to the surface—

They drip, rise, rise again, and ascend into the airspace where no one can see them.

Thunder exploded!

In that instant, a pale green flash revealed a cold and terrifying face that would terrify even demons. Flesh peeled away, and silvery droplets were smeared on the face like a mask, crowned with ruthless rationality.

"...They're all here?"

A soft, almost inhuman sound rang out, yet it sounded like a non-human roar.

All the warp creatures present clearly heard those words. The Plague Father wanted to wipe the cold sweat from his stubby hands, but he seemed unable to move, only able to stare at that being—

...Fragments of the Star God.

No, no… Feeling the psionic field around him constantly being stirred by the Black Domain, Kugas knew that this was a far more terrifying existence than the Star God Fragment.

For a brief moment, a void appeared on the entire battlefield where Vashtor was located; silence fell, like the calm before the storm.

Hades sighed, and in a daze, he seemed to become that "chaos," the familiar being from the "Primarch" intelligence.

But all the subspace creatures present knew that after forcibly suppressing the Dark Domain and forcing this guy to activate the Star God Fragment, the being currently suspended in the air couldn't possibly still possess any rationality!

It was nothing more than a fleeting silhouette of past habits, a monster cloaked in Hades' memories, a mixture of some concept and the dark realm!

But the voice remained calm, even carrying a hint of ease.

"Everyone's here... It's good to have more people, it's good to have more people..."

Almost simultaneously with the end of those words,

Above Cadia, the rain began to pour down.

But they were silvery-white teardrops.

Hades raised his scythe once more.

"Let's die together."

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【Petulabo!!!】

The Eye of Chaos unleashed a monstrous storm; perhaps the Primal One will be the last to stand in this war.

Fenus's blood-soaked scream dissipated amidst the thick fog. Titans, knights, Iron Hands—everything was gone. At his feet lay only corpses, the corpses of his offspring, the corpses of Perturabo's offspring. Steel and corpses mingled together, leaving only the two of them.

Rust climbed onto the steel, and an unnatural orange-red scar was clearly visible on Fenus's Terminator armor, the upturned edge of the armor swelling up like a wound.

Opposite Medusa, Perturabo was also badly wounded, but the Iron Lord did not hesitate for a moment, and the bright yellow flames in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

Across the vast fog, the roar of a boiling furnace seemed to echo, and Phenus faintly heard a vicious curse, but it didn't seem to be directed at him.

Peturabo's manic smile grew wider and wider, as if the mask had finally cracked open.

[Cough—cough cough!]

Upon hearing Vashtor's curse, Peturabo burst into laughter.

No one can be trusted! Poor Vashtor!!!

[What a ridiculous traitor!!!]

Phenus shouted,

[You've even betrayed the warp creatures who were allied with you—Petulabor, I despise you more and more.]

In response to Finus's shout, Peturabo unleashed an even more swift attack.

【You understand nothing! Poor Phenus!】

Peturabo smiled.

Have you ever been abandoned?! Have you ever been deceived?! They created who I am today, just to use me more effectively!!!

Deception, lies, sweet talk, necessary cooperation, betrayal—I have long since tasted all the hypocrisy in this world!

You simply don't understand trust and loyalty!

Fenus roared as he swung the Broken Forge, the wind whistling beneath his hammer. He had no other desires now; the battlefield had become something the Medusa Lord could not comprehend. But Fenus knew that all he needed to do was kill Perturabo. This was his only demand, his only mission.

All he needs to do is kill Peturabo!

He wants to kill Peturabo, that traitor!

Phenus felt the stinging pain from his wound, a dull ache that slowly eroded him like rust, but he was fearless. Hades was with him, and he could feel the black mist trying to protect him.

He was fearless! Therefore, this scar was nothing but child's play to him!

Peturab's expression grew increasingly somber after realizing that Fernus was not as affected as he had imagined.

In the mist, the faint sound of bells could be heard, and rust climbed up as if it were alive, covering the tombs of corpses and steel.

Heavy breathing came faintly from a distance on one side.

Peturabo burst into laughter.

[Phenus, it's over!]

Fernus glanced instinctively towards that corner and saw a bloated green monster, like a Space Marine. Fernus even caught a glimpse of that smile—

Before him, Peturabo delivered a fatal blow, but Fernus was able to withstand it; he was fearless.

Chi! ! !

Fenus, startled, slowly turned his head to look in the exact opposite direction from the green Space Marine—

He saw Luo Jia smiling.

The sharp blade pierced through his chest, penetrating his violently beating heart.

A murky, unreadable light flickered in those chaotic purple eyes. Phenus opened his mouth tremblingly, as if to say something, but in the end, he only uttered a few weak words.

【……traitor.】

Luo Jia's smile grew even brighter; he smiled gently, though the end of that smile was trembling slightly.

The Primarch of the Word Bearer abruptly withdrew his hand, the blade splattering with blood. Fernus was still struggling, and the Primarch tried to raise his hammer to fight again, but Medusa, surrounded by two Primarchs, was already at her limit. He tried to fight again, but...

But Luo Jia, who was prepared, struck him heavily with his scepter, and he collapsed completely.

Peturabo burst into a thunderous laugh, ignoring Luo Jia who was standing beside him smiling. He felt wonderful.

【Phenus, oh Phenus!】

[Serving a false emperor, you're nothing but a joke in other people's eyes!!]

Peturabo took a step forward, seemingly wanting to get closer to Fernus. What did he want to do?

Luo Jia's eyes gleamed as he looked at Peturabo, Ingerser's ramblings echoing in his ears.

Tick.

Luo Jia stood there, like a smiling doll, as the first silver raindrop fell on his face and slid down from the corner of his eye.

It's raining.

As Luo Jia thought about it, he slowly raised the dagger in his hand, staring at Perturabo, who had his back to him. The light of the four gods was shining brightly, burning him.

Peturabo,

Luo Jia lowered her eyes.

You angered them, so here you go.

The rain poured down.

Accompanied by the slow flow of blood.

Peturabo looked at Luojia in disbelief. In the pouring rain, Luojia was shedding compassionate, silvery tears.

Betrayal, my brother, you know, that's how it is.

YAY!!!!

Finus threw the match and left the battlefield early.

Chapter 413 Beyond the Battlefield

"Faster!!!"

Kirkland slammed the prosthetic limb onto the command table, and an eerie white light shone through the observation window, bathing the Great Sage's red robe in a layer of white frost.

"This is already the fastest!"

Angelte shouted, gripping his scepter tightly—and now the golden light was growing brighter and brighter!

Faster, faster!!! It was like the final countdown; for some reason, they both seemed to know that time was running out.

In a short period of time, they gathered a large army, broke through the waves of warp space, and headed to Cardia. Along the way, they experienced countless doubts, provocations, and unexpected events.

Whether it's the sudden shutdown of the ship's engine, a shortage of manpower, or the appearance of some strange things on the ship that shouldn't exist in the physical world.

But thanks to Angortai's rationality and Kirkland's violence against warp creatures and Word Bearers, their ships continued their relentless charge toward Cardia.

Now they are in the final stage of setting sail for Cardia, and at this moment, both of them are on edge.

Both Kirkland and Angeltai shared a belief that they had to go to Kadia, and a resolve that even if they died, they would die in Kadia.

Blood seeped from Angeltai's clenched teeth, his heart was pounding wildly, and he felt as if another voice was whispering in his ear.

Kirkland jerked his head around, and saw the sage's cold, red-glowing eyes fixed intently on Angeltai.

You're covered in dirt!

The sage shouted and raised the mechanical axe in his hand, slashing fiercely at Angertai!

"roll!!!"

Without hesitation, Angeltai kicked the suddenly berserk Great Sage. He knew the Sage was no longer behaving properly, and Kirkland also knew that Angeltai had become irritable.

After spending several days together, both had figured out each other's fighting style. Angortai successfully avoided the sage's limbs and slammed his foot heavily into the sage's solid skeleton.

Kirkland then pounced on her, clinging to Angeltai's upper body like a reptile, and reaching out to snatch the black stone spear from behind Angeltai.

"Kirkland!"