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

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"Those who disobey will be sentenced to death."

A chilling voice echoed from the channels of every Word Bearer. The next moment, brilliant blue plasma flames erupted from behind each black ship, the rudders lurched, the steel giants turned to the left, and black monsters emerged from the right—

The law of faith rushes straight into the ranks of those who cherish words.

At the same time, it suddenly turned and charged straight at the Iron Warrior's Iron Hand, causing the two Iron Giants to collide.

The Cobra-class and Sword-class destroyers began a dogfight, cruisers exchanged fire, carrier-based aircraft rose from their motherships and charged toward the enemy, while the Iron Hand battleships, taking advantage of their slightly faster maneuverability, fired their macro cannons at the other side. After a dazzling display of light, the first Void Shield overloaded and wailed.

Having successfully overloaded the opponent's Void Shield with the Macro Cannon, the captain immediately seized the opportunity. The light spear he had prepared lit up, and a straight laser pierced the joint of the Molten Steel ship's frame. The smoke, which looked tiny and faint in the Void, was expelled along with the air in the cabin. The blood of the air and the ship was gushing out.

The irregular metal building materials and the unfortunate crew were thrown into the frigid universe by the air turbulence, solidifying into the first victims.

A fierce fire erupted from the stern of the ship, and seventeen seconds later, an explosion caused by an unstable propulsion system shattered the battleship into several pieces.

Beside the wreckage of the Steelwreck, countless similar scenes were repeating themselves, with steel and its remains floating in the void, indistinguishable from one another.

The Iron Warriors' fleet did not have the Queen of Glory, and the long defensive line had dispersed the Iron Warriors' forces. Hades believed without hesitation that Fenus, who commanded the Iron Hand, would win.

Perturabo's original plan was to use the Word Bearers to hold them off, but unfortunately he overestimated the Word Bearers and did not expect that his opponents would choose to use only the Order of Silent to deal with the Word Bearers.

"A foolish mistake," Hades thought. The Word Bearer's reaction was even slower than he had imagined. It seemed that Luo Jia was not in good condition.

The Silent Order's fleet pierced into the Word Bearers' fleet with fluid movements. A strange scene unfolded: neither side attacked the other. The cannons rotated along their trajectory, yet remained silent and cold.

Hades cautiously observed the situation of each Word Bearer ship, his voice echoing on the channel.

"Don't resist."

In the distance, inside the underground trenches of Qadia, Perturabo roared angrily as he furiously activated his communicator—

【Uria Oratael!】

An imperative statement without hesitation.

[Call upon the Word Bearers to attack!]

Vashtor, standing beside the Lord of Steel, lowered his body and hissed as he spoke.

You should give that poor great demon some time; it's being strongly rejected by the Primarch's body.

I gave it enough time! Enough time for any Iron Warrior to deploy everything!

The fire in Vashtor's eyes blazed.

+You shouldn't judge the Whisperers by the efficiency and methods of your legion. +

Peturabo sneered, continuing to focus his attention on the myriad battlefields, the clashes between ships, and the research and development beneath the Black Stone Obelisk.

It doesn't matter, just stalling them for a little while is enough.

The Lord of Steel said coldly as he “watched” the steady progress of the work to reverse the polarity of the last few black stone obelisks.

They were too late.

Exhausting... 6 words, truly drained me of all energy.

Chapter 400 Angertai Can't Catch Up with Hades

[My offspring, the words of false gods are utterly worthless, and blasphemers, feigning nobility, presumptuously decide our fate. Now, attack! Drag those rejected by the gods into hell.]

Heavy footsteps echoed on the deck of the Whisperer. Angeltai sprinted toward the area where the carrier-based aircraft were docked. The sudden situation left his mind in a daze, but he knew what he had to do. The scepter of Luojia was gleaming dimly in his hand.

Luo Jia was not on the Queen of Glory of the Word Bearers or the Law of Faith. Angeltai knew this, but he was certain that the Lord of the Underworld was unaware of it.

Angeltai swallowed nervously. He recalled the subtle pressure he had felt from behind before. There was something he could do...

He frantically adjusted the communication channels on his helmet, but the electronic warfare at the start of the naval battle only produced crackling static. The voices of the Underworld Lord and the Primarch seemed to come from a distant shore, carrying a distorted illusion.

"34-7, come here! Come here!"

Angelte shouted, waving towards the Fury at the very edge of the deck, where he could hear the terrified and bewildered breathing of its mortal pilot.

"Open the hatch and let me in!"

Without hesitation, Angertai issued the order. He jumped up roughly and ordered the pilot to take off. In the distance, scattered beams of light appeared, indicating that the Primarchs had begun their attack.

After a brief respite, the cannon's beam came on.

Angertai slammed his fist on the bulkhead in frustration. His 34th Company had not launched an attack. In fact, the warship was moving away from the center of the battlefield, which was the biggest concession they had made under Angertai's persuasion.

"Go to those black ships! Signal for surrender!"

Angertai roared, feeling the slight tremor of the Roaring Ship's hull, the roar of its engines, and the scene on the deck rushing past.

Angertai tried to open his communications again, and he regretted that he had never befriended the technical sergeants within the Word Bearers; this was the consequence of not befriending heretics.

They began to ascend, and Angertai saw the Word Bearers' chaotic formation, the Word Bearers clenching their teeth. He saw the ships frozen in place—he didn't know if they had truly been locked in during the initial signal battle, or if they were simply unwilling to make a choice, for choice meant a price.

Some ships began to try to attack the Black Ships that were cutting a hole in the Word Bearers' formation at full speed, but their attacks were not very effective due to the chaos and lack of overall command among the rest of the ships, and some other Word Bearers' ships even blocked their path of attack.

The torpedoes whistled as they foolishly streaked through the air, but because they had to calculate their trajectories and avoid friendly ships, they could only reach their destination after a rapid, dark streak. With no target, the torpedoes continued forward on inertia and with the remaining fuel. Angeltai watched in disbelief as the ships opposite the formation became chaotic in their attempts to dodge these missed torpedoes.

In an instant, Angerte felt immense sorrow. When had his proud Word Bearers become like this? But on the other hand, Angerte also lamented that their folly had not led to a more tragic price.

He didn't know which emotion made him sadder.

The Fury was gliding and rocking, and Angelthai could feel the embarrassment of the unfortunate pilots he had chosen. Long-distance communications were cut off, and short-distance communications could not promptly notify the ships blocking their path ahead.

Angeltai gritted his teeth and let out a low growl.

"Go to the ship of Faith!"

He stared at the speeding black ships; even from a distance, those lean behemoths moved swiftly in his sight.

"...Don't resist, don't..."

The voice continued to echo intermittently inside Angortai's helmet, which made Angortai even more anxious.

But he had no other choice but to pray.

Angertai took a deep breath. His ship, the Fury, was shuttling from the side of the Word Bearer toward the Law of Faith. After Angertai ordered the pilot to change targets, the pilot visibly relaxed, which at least meant that he would not have to expose himself to the "enemy's" firing range.

Angertai made one last attempt to open his communications channel, desperately trying to contact the ships, but failed once again; the electronic attack from the other side had severed communication between the ships.

So Angelte closed his eyes, placed the scepter of the Loka on his forehead, and began to pray.

Amidst the chaos of the Word Bearers fleet, no one noticed that a small ship, the Fury, was heading towards the Law of Faith.

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The warship suddenly jolted.

Angeltai opened his eyes. The warship was gliding. He knocked on the bulkhead, signaling to open the hatch.

Blinding light streamed in through the crack in the door, and a chilling airflow squeezed through his power armor. Without hesitation, Angertai jumped off the Fury, which was still flying low over the deck, attempting to land. He landed violently, like a cannonball, and staggered.

He landed on the dark deck of the Faith Law. Angerte heard the piercing alarm blaring as the haphazard crew of mortals jostled past him, desperately trying to squeeze into a safe corner.

He looked up and saw his comrades-in-arms standing on the deck, shouting for the mortals to return to their posts.

No… In the Legion of Word Bearers, most of the mortals also believe in religion. The Primarch’s religious reforms were too short-lived and urgent. Even most of the Legion’s warriors were not convinced, let alone the mortals who were overlooked.

But Angertai had no time to sigh. He took a step forward, striding forward, and roared at the nearest Word Bearer, whom he recognized as being from the First Company.

"Hey--"

next moment--

boom! ! !

A deafening roar erupted, and the dazzling ripples on the deck vanished in an instant—the corpses cast down by the dispelled Void Shield. Angertai could clearly feel the Law of Faith tilt sharply to one side. Without time to think, he gripped the Black Spear of Punishment on his back with his right hand and ran towards the direction from which the roar had come.

The fleeing crowd brushed past him as a massive blast of air, carrying metal cargo from the deck, crashed towards him like a tsunami. Angertai ran, the heavy blast pushing against him, metal fragments tearing gashes in his armor, but Angertai's pace did not slow down in the slightest.

He saw other soldiers running forward as well—no—Angertay thought, no, their goals were not the same as his.

He yelled for them to leave, but the blast wave swept everything away, and communications, disrupted by the ion storm, became unusable. All that remained was the deafening howl of the wind and the wailing of alarms carried by the wind.

A strong wind swept past, and Angortai rushed into the smoke-filled walls. The Law of Faith was on fire, and the stench of burning metal wafted by. In a daze, Angortai thought he was running through the ruins of the Perfect City.

A glowing green figure appeared in the eyepiece. Angeltai heard the sound of a slug gun firing, saw sparks in the smoke, and his comrades lying at his feet, seemingly asleep.

Angeltai's heart clenched suddenly.

He ran toward the deepest darkness, not just the smoke of battle, but something else entirely. Angelte knew exactly what lay beyond.

More and more Word Bearers lay dead at his feet. The outermost bodies bore traces of blood, bullets, and plasma, but the further in he went, the fewer these signs of battle appeared.

—Even as more and more of the people who cherish words fall.

Angertai began to pant, perhaps because he was too tired from running from one side of the deck to the other. He felt his legs suddenly go weak, and a dull, numb sensation came from his right hand. Darkness enveloped him, and the smoke and dust grew thicker and thicker, almost becoming a physical barrier.

Angeltai gasped for breath, and the scepter in his other hand grew even dimmer.

No—no—Angertay thought, he was about to die, and the dim scepter was another part of breaking his will.

Angertai abruptly ripped off his helmet, thick smoke blasting into his respiratory tract. He opened his mouth and roared.

"Silence, Lord of the Underworld! Please hear the prayers of your believers!!!"

His desperate shouts disappeared into the darkness, as if they had vanished without a trace.

The thick smoke immediately blackened his mouth. Angeltai suppressed the urge to cough and continued shouting.

"In the name of Primarch Loka—I beseech you to redeem the Legion of the Word Bearers! My father was betrayed by Perturabo and possessed by a demon! I implore you, Executioner beneath the God-Emperor, to grant them the punishment they deserve!!!"

Having finally finished speaking, Angeltai gagged violently, coughing up a mouthful of thick, dark saliva, and tried to continue.

"—My brothers in arms, in the name of Luojia, ceasefire! Ceasefire!!!"

As if nothing had happened, Angerte ran desperately through an endless darkness, even the Word Bearers lying at his feet had vanished. He ran mechanically, but each step grew heavier and weaker.

Finally, Angeltai couldn't hold on any longer. With a thud, he collapsed onto the deck, gasping for breath and coughing, his drowsiness growing stronger.

He saw the faint green glow moving in the distance.

Angertai seized this last chance and shouted at the blurry figure.

"Lord of the Underworld!!! Please heed the plea of ​​my Lord Luojia!!!"

In an instant, a bright light pierced his eyes. Angeltai was surprised to feel all of this. As the light suddenly shone in, tears of reason welled up in his eyes. Power suddenly began to surge. He stared ahead in disbelief and met the gaze of the black-armored figure.

A crackling sound, mixed with radio waves, emanated from the emergency communication port on Angertai's breastplate.

"who are you?"

A cold voice rang out, but the next moment, footsteps sounded from behind Angeltai. Angeltai saw the Lord of the Underworld raise his gaze upon him, and he raised his gun—

boom!

A Word Bearer, clutching a gun, collapsed beside Angortai, groaning in pain. Angortai's pupils dilated sharply as he stared at his companion's struggling body—

After a brief moment of thought, Angertai decisively raised the black stone spear in his hand and struck his groaning companion. He instantly fell silent like a corpse, but at least he was still alive.

Angertai crouched on the deck, drew his explosive pistol from his waist and threw it on the deck. He held the Primarch Loga's scepter in one hand and the Blackstone Spear in the other. Then he slowly stood up and stared at the being.

Angeltai planted two long weapons into the deck, along with the one on his back, and raised his hands.

"Lord of the Underworld! My father, Luo Jia, is not here. He is above Kadia! He is being held captive by Perturabo!"

Angertai roared, and it was clear that his actions and words had earned him the trust and patience of the Lord of the Underworld—after all, time was the most crucial factor in a boarding battle, and he could feel that judgmental gaze sweeping over him, lingering for a moment on the black stone spear with a mixture of confusion and interest.

"Bring your weapons and come here."

A calm voice rang out, and then the Lord of the Underworld continued forward without hesitation, entering the interior of the Law of Faith through the forcibly cut opening in the wall.

At this moment, the Soulless Team behind the Lord of the Underworld came into Angortai's sight. Angortai, who was unaware of the characteristics of the Soulless, had no idea that he had just broken through the point where even the Soulless would feel uncomfortable by relying on his willpower.

He gritted his teeth, gripping the weapon at his side. Even if it meant sacrifice, even if he was labeled a traitor by the Word Bearers, he would go.

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Angeltai couldn't catch up with the other side.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep up with the heavy, urgent footsteps in the distance, but he could only listen as the sound faded into the distance. The Lord of the Underworld was fast enough that he couldn't keep up—

Those soulless beings equipped with black armor also ran alongside Angortai. Angortai despised himself for being able to keep up with even mortals, while he continued to struggle with exhaustion.

The darkness ahead gradually receded and faded into the distance. The Red Helmet Warriors, swallowed and abandoned by the darkness, lay exhausted on their sides against the wall. Angertai hoped they were still alive. He could vaguely hear their breathing. Sometimes, as they ran, the Word Bearers who struggled would be finished off by the Soulless Ones, but the good news was that it seemed they weren't aiming for the head.

As if he knew every path of the Law of Faith by heart, the Lord of the Underworld skillfully headed straight for the command room, avoiding all ambush points, traps, and obstacles that might get him stuck.

Angertai heard a distant explosion like muffled thunder; it was the Word Bearers blowing up the corridor to stop the invaders from advancing.

But it was all in vain. As if anticipating their actions, as if having already explored all possible mechanical constructs, Hades's steps would always turn at the next moment.