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

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But it was precisely this foolish and erroneous existence that, through their absurd deaths, gradually tore apart Ran Dan's defenses.

The first two battles were not particularly glorious, but the third round of gunfire carried the resolute determination to wipe them out.

The false emperor ordered his sons to embark on a campaign, the price of which was the death of both races.

As the eldest son of the false emperor and the commander of this war, he was cold-blooded and rational enough that the screams of his offspring and the bloodshed of his brothers were not enough to shake him.

The lion and wolf legions pressed closer, and the balance of the war began to tip.

Faced with the empire's relentless pressure, the Randan people also adopted a desperate stance, offering sacrifices and making sacrifices, with the chants of the highest heavens echoing around them.

An entire legion perished here, and their presence will forever be erased from the annals of history.

But this giant was so enormous that even if they tore off a few pieces, the rest of the legion would immediately fill the gap.

Among the Randan people, some insightful individuals realized the impending destruction; clinging to their positions meant certain death, and the lion's blade was already at their throats.

They need to retreat!

The wise Randans had long since figured out the characteristics of each of these enemies, just like those foolish colors, they stubbornly clung to their own characteristics, or rather, their weaknesses.

Search for suitable targets.

With a little provocation, a little enticement, a little clue, deliberate dialogue and feigned weakness, the blindly loyal eldest son indeed turned his attention to his brothers who were already on the list.

The arrogance and acerbity inherent in those in positions of power are such that they are accustomed to a superior attitude in front of their subordinates and are therefore unable to lower themselves to communicate with their peers.

On a high-pressure battlefield, this is enough to tear even the smallest cracks into chasms.

Rumors eventually became the truth, brothers turned against each other, even on Ran Dan's battlefield, these barbaric monkeys did not forget to swing their sticks at their comrades.

The objective has been achieved. Taking advantage of the infighting among the alien races, a branch of the Ran Dan forces successfully escaped the battlefield. To avoid suspicion, the fleet did not have many ships, but the warriors on board were the elite of the elite.

Even with enemy troops pursuing her, Ran Dan, who had calculated the timing in advance, was fully confident of escaping.

They will pass through several small alien star systems, then through the human-made star system Rust, and beyond Rust lies the incredibly rich Nest City world.

Behind them lay the foolish infighting of human empires, and before them lay the beautiful yet weak alien kingdoms. Once they passed through here, the road ahead would be smooth sailing.

The tiny alien pocket kingdom vanished in the shadow of Ran Dan's fleet. Before Ran Dan, who excelled at psionic mind manipulation, these aliens, who hadn't even detected fire, were utterly insignificant. Their advance was unstoppable—

But then a turning point came.

The arrogant eldest son was not as rude as he appeared; the cunning and cautious enemy had summoned other legions from other territories.

Death Guard

Another legion of foolish colors, but at least their unadorned armor made the jokes circulating in Randan less universal.

On the flagship, Lord Ran Dan silently analyzed the battle situation. He knew he couldn't underestimate the enemy; arrogance and complacency were always taboos on the battlefield.

Even after replenishing resources in the previous star systems, the Randan fleet's ammunition was not plentiful, not to mention that they needed some fleets to divert the firepower of the First Legion at the rear of the fleet.

The high mobility, combat strength, and psionic talents of the individual Randan people are completely at a disadvantage in this kind of fleet battle; they need close combat! They need face-to-face fighting and bloodshed!

In fact, the most suitable tactic for Randan would be a surprise leader decapitation strike. Randan could use psionic energy to control the enemy leader and then issue orders to disrupt the enemy army.

But the opposing fleet gave them no chance for close combat. The fleet that had just sailed out of Mandeville was mercilessly torn apart and driven into the predetermined graveyard.

Small-scale boarding maneuvers also occurred, but the opposing side, with its numerical advantage, gradually scraped away the fleet's outer shell. And even worse news was coming—

The second largest ship in the Randan fleet has just been captured.

It was not a matter of being sunk by the firepower of ships, but rather a matter of being overwhelmed by large-scale boarding and decapitation strikes.

how come?

how come? !

On that ship lived a lord whose psionic talent was second only to it. In past battles, such high-ranking lords required the opposing side to deploy a dedicated psionic unit and launch a saturation bombardment to annihilate them. Their dying psionic screams would drive all the creatures in the area into madness and submission.

Before a lord dies, he unleashes a desperate psychic scream, capable of instantly turning the tide of battle. This is their last trump card and a symbol of the Randan people's taming of fire.

But just now, it collapsed, nothing happened, nothing at all?

The warp was calm, but the lord knew that its comrades would not surrender without a fight.

So, what exactly happened?

The lord's mind raced with possibilities as he directed his fleet to devise the next course of action. Two more pieces of bad news arrived in quick succession: the fleet pursuing them was about to reach Rust, while another fleet on the other side of Rust was also heading towards the battlefield.

The heavy news weighed on Lord Randan's mind. There was no need for individual battles anymore; the enemy was prepared to use ample firepower to wear them down. These rude barbarians would kill them in the most direct and brutal way.

They failed because they took too few ships with them when they fled; compared to this barbaric empire, they were simply because they hadn't invaded and seized enough resources.

The sacrifice of their comrades and the arrival of two devastating pieces of news, despite all their careful planning, were no match for the monstrous strength of the barbarians, which further shattered their resolve. Perhaps they should launch a suicidal boarding action; the psionic altar set up on this ship could allow them to accomplish a heroic feat.

So much determination and desperation that it ignored the information from its subordinates that someone had infiltrated their ships, but the information was unclear and the warning data was too small, suggesting it might be a misjudgment.

Faced with imminent death, Lord Randan had no time to ponder these trivial matters; he had to devise a tactic to secure victory for the entire fleet, or their only fate would be annihilation.

If they are ultimately destroyed, the altar on this ship can leave their enemies with the most unforgettable memories.

Hades moved silently through the corridors of the alien flagship.

Over-reliance on psychic powers and arrogance, despite their astonishing individual combat strength, still make them psychics.

Hades was confident he could put him back in his place, as long as he was a psionicist.

The previous large-scale boarding went smoothly. Hades didn't know what gave the enemy the confidence to deliberately split their fleet and try to use one of their two flagships as a bait for an attack. Perhaps they had too much faith in the extent of their psionic control.

Faced with attacks combined with psionic energy, the Death Guards and the Hounds did suffer losses, but having anticipated this, they quickly found their rhythm in dealing with the aliens, although Hades felt something was off during their battle.

The elite monsters were naturally marked and Hades dealt with them. Except for one leader of Randan who was a bit troublesome for Hades, the rest were simply taken down by Hades.

Mortarian's message arrived: Death, having finally annihilated Memanek, was able to join another battle. At the same time, news came from the Dark Angels that they were about to arrive on the battlefield and solemnly pledged to bear the sacrifices and bloodshed for the Death Guard.

Because this is the battlefield of the dark angels.

The situation has become unusually easy. On the surface, it's a perfect opportunity, the kind where Hades can lie peacefully in the Reaper's Scythe command room, waiting for his teammates to come and rescue him.

However, from the ship that the Death Guard conquered, the Death Guard obtained all the information about this sister ship. The bad news is that there is an altar on it—the kind that can tear apart the barrier between warp and physical universe.

Tearing apart the barriers between the subspace and the physical universe and then drawing everything nearby in—this kind of technological empire does exist, but it's small-scale, short-lived, and unsustainable.

Mortarion's Vortex Grenade is exactly that kind of thing—

Mortalian could detonate that grenade and throw all the psykers he disliked into the warp; in fact, that's what the Primarch did.

But now, Hades doesn't understand psionics. He handed the information he had gathered to the Lamplighter Ugo, whose reply was that, if possible, the Randan would tear open a Rust Rift that could throw the Deathguard fleet into the warp.

Although it was brief, under Ran Dan's psionic magic, the rift lasted long enough for the entire Death Guard fleet to be drawn in.

If the other side is determined to fight to the death...

Very bad news, hate comes from the Death Guard.

What worries Hades even more is that it seems Randan's fleet can decipher some of the Dark Angels' communications. This means that the enemy has intercepted the news that reinforcements have arrived. Faced with such a huge disparity in strength, the enemy may very well take a crazy action.

They are now facing a bomb about to explode, and only Hades and Ugo know about it. The Dark Angels and Mortarion are probably already thinking about the cleanup after the war.

So, Hades looked at the enemy ship's transparent map on the screen and decided to... decapitate it and board it.

Stealthily approach and behead the enemy leader. According to intelligence, only by sacrificing himself can the altar's magic be activated.

With the Dark Domain, the psionicists, and the map of the enemy flagship, even if things don't go well, reinforcements will arrive soon. It seems like we can go all in.

Hades suddenly realized that in this world, no matter how the war develops or how absurd it may seem, it will eventually return to the stage of individual close combat.

Is it because naval bombing and mechanical combat cannot transmit thoughts and concepts?

Never mind, it's a Warhammer-style feature.

Hades then happily chose to stealthily board the ship; the ghost darted through the darkness, leaving no trace.

According to the plan, twenty minutes after Hades infiltrates the enemy ship, the Death Guard will board again to either clean up the embers or carry the defeated Hades back.

Strange noises echoed from those unnoticed corners, but the surrounding Ran Dan people paid no attention to them.

Some died, while others lived on in ignorance.

Although Hades is a Death Guardian, not a Midnight Lord or a Raven Guardian, he has still learned the most basic stealth skills. With the help of the Dark Domain, Hades can boast that his stealth is passable.

By gathering the Dark Domain, Hades' presence will automatically decrease when the enemy is not paying attention to him. However, if the enemy actively focuses their main force on him, the Dark Domain will actually increase Hades' presence in their eyes.

The Hades Dark Domain is even more effective for psionic species that primarily use a psionic perspective to understand themselves.

Specifically, when they don't notice Hades, they are as if they are blind; but when they do notice Hades, he is like a giant black-headed fly buzzing around in front of them.

Death came swiftly. Compared to the psionic beings of Druun, the Randan people's control over psionic energy was clearly more refined. This forced Hades to shrink the Dark Domain when annihilating their souls to ensure an instant kill.

Hades, whose steps were too heavy, knocked down a group of Randan people in order to avoid being discovered. He finally managed to sneak up and reach the command room.

At this point, the Death Guards also began attempting a second boarding maneuver.

Hades silently crouched in a dark corner near the command room—releasing the Dark Domain.

He doesn't need to go inside; he can take down the opponent directly using the Black Domain. Even if he can't kill the lord, it's enough to knock it unconscious.

However, the command center is empty?!

Hades jumped up instantly, activating the Dark Domain to its maximum. There it was! He ran over and saw the lord at the end of the corridor.

No, they're too far away. The Dark Domain can't take them down.

Hades gritted his teeth, raised his hand and fired a shot, then charged towards the opposite side. His stealth was exposed, and he killed the target instantly!

To his surprise, Lord Randan did not choose to fight; the enormous monster turned and ran right in front of Hades.

Hey hey, why are you running? Why are you running?!

According to the map Hades remembered, there were no traps near the command room, so he could try to pursue them within a reasonable range.

He chased, it fled; wherever the Black Domain passed, not a blade of grass grew, and in the nearby cabins, the corpses of the Randan people lay along the way.

Chapter 243 Run! Run!

It gets out of control little by little.

The alert system in the first three zones went offline for 3 milliseconds.

[It's probably a misjudgment. At a time like this, why do we still need to check the psionic circuits?]

Two Randan people walked through the corridor, their footsteps echoing in the dim space. The dim light reflected off the floor, making it look like clumps of fat, cold and greasy.

The decisions are made by adults; all we can do is take responsibility and not shirk it.

A faint thud was heard, but its comrades remained unaware.

[Alright, alright, just focus on yourself, focus on yourself. You're still just a slacker with me—]

?

As if realizing something, the Randan man in front turned around. His comrade, who had just reprimanded him, lay quietly on the ground, motionless.

【well?】

【PTYUH! Hey! What's wrong?!】

【Hey?! Wake up! Wake up!】

It hurriedly turned around to check on its companions and immediately turned on the alert communication, but the usually bustling communication channel was now completely silent.

Communication is down.

It trembled as it drew its knife, wary while trying to wake its comrade. But then it suddenly realized something: the Randan people were using their psychic powers to probe its friend—

Nothing at all.

The soul vanished, leaving only a still-warm corpse.

For the first time, the Randans realized that fear could come not only from guns and gunpowder.

The unknown is the real source of fear.

The Randan suddenly realized that the place was eerily quiet. It knelt in the middle of the endless corridor, with the warm corpse of its companion beside it.

The overhead lights silently cast their light, stretching out time and space. It and the corpse were in the very center of the stage, and something seemed to be admiring its pathetic state.

The white light was dry and blinding.

My soul trembled, and my brain tissue throbbed with pain.

At the end of the corridor, something unobservable appeared, shrouded in darkness.

It mustered all its courage, pointed its knife at the unspeakable, and roared.