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

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The sound of metal hitting the deck rang out.

Kirkland knelt on the deck of the Law of Faith, howling in agony and calling out to Hades in broken sentences. On the other side, Angeltai knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, softly chanting the name of Luojia.

"No... how can I stop all of this..."

Kirkland said brokenly,

"There is no hope...no...there is no hope...it shouldn't be like this...no..."

Ordinary people, upon glimpsing their fate, only need a moment to realize that they are powerless to change anything.

"This is a dead end...this is a dead end!"

Opposite him, Angeltai, kneeling, blinked awkwardly before refocusing on the weeping Great Sage. His lips trembled.

"We've seen it now... perhaps... there's still hope."

Luojia...

This is today's; there should be more. This is how you maintain perfect attendance.

Watch me burn the school.

Chapter 409 Stay calm, we can still fight!

The gray-armored man stepped over the loose soil, the clods of earth, soaked in blood and then dried, making a crunching sound.

Above the distant dome, red rain fell from the sky, tearing the gray fog apart with wisps of fire.

You can no longer go to the front lines.

Fernus's steady voice rang out, and the Primarch frowned deeply, staring at Hades, who was resting against the Black Stone Obelisk.

Hades was lounging with his arms crossed, leaning against the running black obelisk. Around him, dark arcs of electricity seemed to tear space apart, revealing an inorganic undertone.

"...I had the same thought,"

Hades spoke silently, swallowing the blood that welled up in his throat without making a sound.

Although he had temporarily overcome the battle with the subspace, the backlash on his body was quite severe, and Hades was not in a good condition at the moment.

Hades pondered that he had to make sure that the only person who could suppress the warp could finish the match, meaning he couldn't throw the game and leave to die in the ICU.

Hades sighed and said,

“Fenus, you can rest assured, I am not a warmonger.”

Phenus's iron-grey eyes stared at Hades. Phenus recalled the scene he had witnessed earlier, frantically chasing after the person opposite him, someone for whom even the Imperial Guard and the Sisters of Silence had to pull him away simultaneously—

He said he wouldn't linger in a fight.

Complex emotions welled up in Fernus's eyes, but in the end, the Queen of Medusa decided to trust the other side. The most important step in cooperative operations is mutual trust between those in charge.

I hope you'll keep your word, Hades.

Hades blinked.

"I will."

As Hades spoke, pale green lightning crackled from between the dark arcs of electricity, the red light in Hades' mechanical left eye grew brighter and brighter, and a rustling sound came from beneath Fenus' feet.

Fenus lowered his gaze and took a small step back. Silvery-white metallic droplets shimmered as the cold liquid slowly defied gravity, climbing up Medusa's boots from the soil and continuing to flow upwards along the dark gray armor.

"In the upcoming battles, the Silent Order and I will assist the Steel Hand in combat."

Hades spoke, gazing into the distance, his eyes reflecting the army of the steel hand.

【it is good. 】

Finus said,

So, should we attack or defend next?

Hades paused, realizing that the Silent Order and the Iron Hand were at a disadvantage in terms of troop strength, and at the same time, it was unknown when Imperial reinforcements would arrive.

On the other hand, Hades was certain that he had just severely injured Peturabo and wounded Vashtor.

Hades pondered for a moment, mentally tracing countless possibilities on the map of Kadia, but the biggest destabilizing factor was always psionic energy—as long as psionic energy existed, you could not simply follow the normal strategic deployment.

Finally, sensing the planet's malice towards him, Hades slowly opened his mouth.

"attack."

He said that a tight smile appeared on Fernus's lips, indicating that he thought the same thing as Fernus.

The steel hand is ready.

The Lord of Medusa spoke succinctly, his cold words concealing a raging fury.

Hades laughed too.

"Let's see whose knife is sharper."

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The steel hand has landed.

After a long silence, Peturabo spoke.

[On Plain 3, they have already reunited with the Silent Order. The fleets in orbit around Planet Cadia are still engaged in combat, and they took advantage of a lull to conduct an airdrop.]

Vashtor's gaze was fixed on Peturabo.

Nourished by the vast ocean, Vashtor grew even larger and more terrifying, as if the damage it had just suffered was unrecognizable.

The monster spoke slowly and methodically.

Our goal is not to win this battle.

It pointed this out directly, and Peturabo stared back at it indifferently. The two were a few meters apart, and between them, the chubby Radon was spreading his arms, somewhat at a loss, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

+Only he is rejected by the gods...only him. Kill him, and everything else will fall into place easily. +

Vashtor said,

Whether it's Phenus, or any other Primarch... or even Horus, as long as all the Blackstone Obelisks successfully reverse their polarity, no Primarch can prevent this miracle from happening.

[Except for him.]

Peturabo answered without hesitation, grinning as if he hadn't just suffered himself, and gloated.

How do you plan to kill him? We couldn't kill him when he was alone, and now—with the entire Iron Hand Legion defending him—do you think we can?

Peturabo said softly,

That's unrealistic.

Flames roared around Vashtor's body, and iron worms coiled and writhed around his metallic form.

That wasn't the right time... The warp needs rituals, Peturabo, remember that.

Peturabo scoffed, mocking Vashtor's absurdity. At that moment, Raton, sandwiched between the two, let out a muffled cough, as if swallowing a mouthful of phlegm.

"May I say a few words, gentlemen?"

Vashtor moved his iron wings, signaling Radon to speak, while Perturabo crossed his arms.

You'd better hurry, time is running out.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir."

Radon said slowly,

"But you don't need to worry about that. Time is merciful and stands still. We have enough time to wait for death to happen."

"Adults,"

Radon said,

"We can reopen the Blackrock Obelisk, set the amplification to maximum, and sacrifice a few main towers as indicators for adjusting the rooms—"

What's the use of this?

Peturabo impatiently interrupted Raton.

Even if the obelisk array is opened, the Great Rift still cannot be opened with that monster present.

Beneath the helmet and the pus, Rodan smiled, stretching out his fingers to fiddle with the clinking potion bottles at his waist.

"Sir, I know something,"

He says,

“Suppressing the psionic energy surging from Kadia throughout the Great Rift also comes at a price, but this will have some effect—at least it will stop him from continuing to devour the innocent souls around him.”

Vashtor's voice sounded uncertainly, as if it had suddenly stopped.

You mean you're letting him devour psionic energy?

"This is the will of a loving father."

Rodon spoke solemnly, and the Nurgle spirits at his feet stood at attention and began to bow respectfully.

"It is also the will of the Supreme Heaven. I don't know exactly what will happen, but it can certainly suppress him in the short term."

Vashtor remained silent, unaware that Hades' physical strength would be worn down as he absorbed large amounts of psionic energy.

But it knew that if the concentration of psychic energy was high enough—far higher than the rate at which the cursed soul could devour it—then the remaining souls could linger around him for a while.

But... but what happens after that? What kind of being will Hades become after absorbing a large amount of psionic energy?

Vashtor knew what the Four Gods wanted to do.

For Hades, there is no story after that.

The arcs of electricity around it writhed unconsciously. Previously, it was because there was no [sacrifice]. Even if it tried to kill Hades, if it had succeeded, it would have been dragged into the abyss by the madman's dying frenzy, an ending that no one wanted to see.

Therefore, there must be a [sacrifice] present, which is why Vashtor did not hesitate to make a tactical retreat, as there was no [sacrifice] present at the time.

The firelight in Vashtor's eyes subtly scorched Peturabo—no, not him, for Hades had not interfered much with his fate—the Lord of the Hearth was certain of this.

A drop of pus dripped from Rodan's armor. The little Nurgles at the apothecary's feet were chattering and glancing sideways at Perturabo, while some looked toward Loka. Unfortunately, the Lord of the Hearthfire paid no attention to these cute little creatures.

In other words, what Vashtor needs to do next is to send Roga or Fenus to Hades' side, sacrificing a Primarch's life in exchange for the Cursed's complete death.

The conditions for victory have always been simple: have one Primarch die near Hades, and the remaining Primarchs will personally intervene.

However, given the existence of Hades' Dark Realm, it is difficult for Vashtor to fulfill the above conditions. Indiscriminate attacks on souls would be fatal to any warp creature.

The possibility of getting close to Hades is zero.

Now, if we follow Rodon's advice...

If Hades's dark domain is contained, the next steps will be much simpler.

But they only have one chance; failure will bring real disaster.

but……

Vashtor pondered that since the Four Gods had already spoken these words through Rodan, it proved that the Four Gods would truly go all out in the upcoming war.

Because even the Four Gods could not accept the outcome of defeat.

The fire burned quietly in the stove.

When the Four Gods used the strategy of opening the Black Obelisk, they had already tacitly agreed that there was only one end to this river of fate—

That was a real death.

Okay.

Vashtor hissed,

It seems we can finally have a truly "fair" battle.

The Lord of the Hearth laughed, ignoring Peturabo, who was staring at it coldly.

【All right,】

Peturabo said,

[I don't care about any of that—next I want to fight Fernus, Vashtor, you can choose your opponent Hades.]

Vashtor's laughter gradually subsided.

Finally, it fell silent.