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

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"Hey you--"

"Bang," another soft thud.

The corridor fell silent once more.

The warning device at the stern of the ship flashed twice before returning to normal; the lighting system malfunctioned for about ten seconds; and some soldiers could not be contacted.

Common and insignificant old problems are nothing in the face of enemy fleets.

The pendulum spun faster, the army was approaching, and a helpless sense of impending death gripped it. The lord repeatedly checked the ship's trajectory, struggling to lead his people out of the encirclement.

But it was clear that the opposing ship's commander was no ordinary person; his seemingly unintentional actions had actually blocked all their escape routes.

Then we'll all have to bleed together.

Despair gradually turned into madness, and the light in the lord's eyes grew increasingly fierce. If the final outcome was destruction, then let all existence fall into hell together.

Ran Dan also possesses a brutal nature; when faced with a tyrant, all they can do is be even more tyrannical than him.

Even if they perish, they will make their enemies pay the price.

The lord calmed his circulatory system, his mind made up. He let it bid farewell one last time, telling the warriors the truth behind his final decision.

Abandoning its senses, it sank into the sea of ​​consciousness. In the darkness, a beautiful and magnificent blue-purple ocean appeared before its eyes, with rolling waves and beautiful flames twinkling like seaweed on the seabed.

The warm waves of the soul and the subspace soothed it, and reason returned to its mind.

What a beautiful sea of ​​consciousness! It is the soul that illuminates this dark ocean, giving it life and vitality, and creating a beautiful chorus of souls.

The flames flickered; they were its people, its warriors, pure and—

and many more? !

At the edge of sight, at the edge of darkness and the ocean, something was writhing, a shadow flashing by.

The lord initially thought he was seeing things, but after a quick glance, the presence seemed to magnify countless times—

He was staring at it.

Only then did it realize that the ocean's fluctuations were abnormal; unlike the usual chaotic waves, they were clearly flowing towards the same direction—

The irregular black creature clung to the very bottom of the sea, with fragments of golden light embedded in its body, almost piercing through it, forcibly restricting the monster's movements.

But the creature seemed completely oblivious to pain, wriggling about freely, moving forward in a bizarre manner even when pulled by the nails, without any apparent feeling.

It was a foolish and savage monster, driven only by instinct.

It twists and expands and contracts from time to time, like a predator devouring and licking all the creatures on the seabed. The flames that are touched are extinguished instantly, and the music stops abruptly, as if it had never existed.

This hideous creature is destroying the underwater ecosystem, writhing, twisting, and expanding. It is a body that the subspace could never sustain; it is an existence that defies the laws of nature.

What...what is that?!

Lord Randan swore that he had never seen such a blasphemous and ugly being. He could not understand it, he could not perceive it. This black, fleshy creature lived on the seabed like a tumor.

A sphere that expands, contracts, and breathes, its fleshy body pulsating, and it is bound by shackles that seem to have broken free from a seal.

The soul instinctively sends out an alarm, like the trembling an animal feels when facing a predator.

Lord Randan trembled as he realized that without those golden nails, the monster would have completely devoured everything.

What kind of selfless being bound this monster, yet allowed it to escape?

What made it even more desperate was that the monster was swimming underwater and was rapidly moving towards its location!

Wherever the monster went, its warriors were instantly reduced to ashes, like flames in a storm.

That was a total massacre.

Suddenly, it seemed to realize why the other lord had silently disappeared.

It was devoured by that monster!

—Aa ...

No! Don't come any closer!

The heavy truth struck its soul.

Overwhelmed by shock and fear, its soul convulsed, its organs spasmed violently, and its unstable mind instantly pulled it back into the physical universe. It stood there swaying, the floor seeming to undulate like waves.

The lord slammed into the command console, frantically and haphazardly manipulating the surveillance cameras. Its servants tried to help it up, but it shoved them away roughly.

It stared intently at the screen. No, no, no, a clear and definite path seemed to have emerged, as the surveillance footage flickered for a period of time.

With trembling hands, it zoomed in and moved the images one by one, and in the corners of some of the images, it saw a part of a lying corpse.

He died without making a sound.

No, it wasn't death. Their souls were extracted and devoured into the monster's body, a body sustained by the souls of the dead!

The lord searched and prayed, trembling.

Finally, in a surveillance history that had ceased to function, it spotted a massive, crawling creature emerging from the shadows, revealing one of its tentacles.

The buzzing in its soul grew louder; it could feel the pressure before the storm, the indescribable, incomprehensible monster lurking towards it.

The lord roughly ordered its servants to disperse, while it staggered and tried to leave. No, it was no use; the psionic energy only made the creature ecstatic.

It seemed to hear a distant, rustling sound of growth; the monster was heading this way, its target the lord's soul.

No, no, no, no, no, what would happen if the soul were devoured by that monster? Would it be a torment of purgatory in that endless darkness?

It stumbled out of the command room, ran, and tried to get as far away as possible, so that even if it was killed by the aliens' artillery fire, its soul would not fall into the hands of that being.

It needs to stay away, as far away as possible, so that its soul is not touched by that being in the slightest.

He's here, he's here! It sensed it; something was undulating on the floor. It ran for its life, and it spotted it; he was right behind it.

A tremendous sense of disgust and loathing raged within it, preventing it from even turning back. If it did turn back and saw the monster's true form, would it be cursed with eternal damnation?

Heavy thuds echoed behind it, each blow striking its auditory hole with tremendous force.

Escape! Escape! It could hear the sound of its tentacles cutting through the air, it could hear the screams of souls. The cunning predator, exposed after its defeat, revealed its true nature completely. It saw its people extinguished like candles in the wind.

Darkness chased after it, and the light vanished behind it. In the psionic perspective, everything behind it was pitch black, and all light and intelligence had ceased to exist.

It cannot put up any resistance; as soon as it gets close, it devours you.

It means utter ruin.

It even began to anticipate human boarding maneuvers, hoping they would stall this being or cause its soul to vanish before it was captured.

Despair gathered in the cabin, pressing down on it, the space seemed to warp, everything was swept away, the good news was that the being seemed unable to catch up with it—

The crossroads are approaching. If we run across, there's an altar. Let it sacrifice its soul to the High Heavens. It can't bear it any longer. At least it knows what will happen after the sacrifice.

The light at the fork in the road was like a beacon in the darkness. The monster behind them seemed afraid of this light, and its chasing footsteps became disordered. They were almost there.

Overjoyed, it fearlessly lunged towards the fork in the road, the wind whistling around it—

A huge scythe emerged from the light, its blade gleaming with a sharp edge.

The scene seemed to freeze there; in the blinding white light, there were only ferocious beasts fleeing forward and the Grim Reaper's scythe lying in ambush.

The blade, carrying immense force, lunged forward only to be caught by the scythe and slammed back into the darkness.

"boom!"

It lay on its back, blindingly illuminated by the light streaming down from above. The alien's face was completely shrouded in the darkness of the hood, and hoarse breaths escaped from the mask.

A gun that was charging was pressed against its head, but it did not fire.

Haha, he's doomed!

Let this alien race serve as bait to slow down that monster!

The lord grimaced as it tried to get up, but was struck down by the scythe handle, the heavy handle shattering its facial bones.

A slow, hoarse voice rang out.

"Hades, hurry up."

Huh? Huh? ?

"It can really run fast, I've been chasing it for ages."

A foreign language could be heard in the empty corridor.

well? ? ?

The lord, crushed by the Primarch, lay sprawled on the ground. In this upside-down world, a human who made it tremble emerged from the darkness, panting heavily.

"That's no excuse for chasing half a boat."

what? !

That was a human?!

Such a being, is it even human?!

The lord instantly mobilized his spiritual energy, attempting to unleash it, but neither of them looked at it again, and the pitch-black scythe fell down.

The alien's head and soul fell to the ground together. Hades scratched his head, wondering why this lord didn't even bother to fight, and just ran away as soon as he saw him.

Hades had never encountered anyone who would simply run away in previous battles, and he didn't seem that strong.

"By the way, you boarded the ship so quickly, Mortalian?"

"Hades, look at this half-ship of corpses, and then look at the other half of the Randans who have been driven mad by the corpses. I think you'll understand why I boarded the ship so quickly."

Mortarian rolled his eyes and pulled up the ship's surveillance footage. The Death Guard's master craftsmen had already breached the opposing system. In the footage, countless Randan people were trembling and huddled together, or fleeing like madmen.

The dying screams of Lord Randan infected them, and the soldiers could not bear the absurd truth after realizing that more than half of their army had died silently.

"Next time we fight psionic beings, we can just throw Hades out," Mortarion thought.

"How did you do that, Hades? You scared the Randan people to the point of madness?"

Or is this race inherently so fragile?

"I...I didn't do anything!"

Hades pondered in confusion. He simply moved stealthily and then retreated into the Dark Domain. Although there were a few times when he had to climb without any regard for his appearance due to the terrain, he did so during his stealth.

Maybe it's because too many people died? And then the morale assessment failed?

Hades was also puzzled; he could understand the dead, but he couldn't understand the mad.

But no matter what, the ending is good in the end.

Thanks to this unexpected turn of events, Randan, whose main ship had fallen, became a victim of the Death Guard's scythe. When the Dark Angels' ships arrived in Ruster, panting and exhausted, they only found the Death Guard cleaning up the battlefield.

The commander of the Death Guard welcomed them with a smile over the comms, and laughed off the Dark Angels' questions.

Ah, we were lucky this time; the battle was over without much effort.

The dark angels exchanged question marks, knowing full well the terror of these alien races, as they were in charge of pursuing this fleet.

Although the Death Guard's smile truly revealed a kind of ignorance and foolishness at unexpectedly gaining good fortune.

Even the most skilled interrogator couldn't see the flaws in the Death Guard's words and expressions.

It seems like he's just an ignorant lucky guy.

However, even the attrition of ship firepower takes time, not to mention the enemy's unique psionic explosion.

There's something fishy here.

The dark angels looked at each other.

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Chapter 244 This Too Is a Kind of Angel (Two Chapters Combined)

In fact, the Dark Angel of 30k is not as mysterious, terrifying, or demonic as rumored.

I hope that's true.

At least as long as they don't go too far on the surface, these lions won't actively spy on other legions like Alpha does—they'll at least have to wait for the Emperor to give them a hint first.

Therefore, there's no need to panic so much; just a little bit of superficial work is enough.

Hades first repeatedly instructed the group of motor enthusiasts not to make any rash statements recently, and then sent the Hades Hounds to Ruster Main Star to assist the Mechanicus in cleaning up, because he had vaguely realized that something was wrong with the Hades Hounds.

But not now. We need to fool the dark angels first.