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

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So they're standing here now.

At the edge of the 03 mining area, a tall testing platform stands, its exposed frame made of reddish-brown metal, surrounded by dust.

Morag and his Death Guard recruits stood silently atop the tower, watching the two blacksmiths bustling about.

"Ten-second countdown."

A hoarse voice came from the machine servant beside him, and in the distance, those small, deep red dots were moving slowly.

"Nine"

Lena tried to sneak forward; this was a scene of an entire area being blown up, something he had never seen on Barbarossa.

He checked his headshot and decided to take the video back to Io, who had been selected to become a pharmacist and was undergoing training, which was why Io wasn't here right now.

"Eight"

Looking at the scene before him, the reality of standing on an alien planet made An Tai feel very unreal.

"Seven"

Pasteur was lost in thought.

"six"

Fleming tried to make himself stand more solemnly.

"Fives"

Morag ignored the small movements of the recruits behind him and chose to look at the wasteland in the distance.

"Four"

The foundry worker 78, in charge of the mining, is making a final calculation of the blast's outcome. Based on previous surveys, the blast could coincide with a tectonic shift, making the earthquake even more intense.

The ground began to shake; this was a precursor to an earthquake.

"three"

Wenmas, a marginal planet belonging to the Isaius dynasty of space necromancy, is insignificant and unimportant.

But it was a good place to exile these noble royal families.

"two"

His master was perhaps too concerned with etiquette. As the eldest son of a dynasty, he became estranged from his younger brother and watched as Ortix was banished and exiled by the greedy King Unas.

As the tectonic plates move, the distant mountains begin to tilt.

"One"

His king, Gatheros, was eventually banished here by the greedy Unas.

And he, Nath, a soldier who rose from the commoner class because of his loyalty, slept in the tomb as the king's consul.

Heat begins to accumulate inside the explosive.

"zero"

He descended from the top of the dynasty's solid and indestructible pyramid to its bottom.

A massive explosion of loess erupted, sending up a waterfall hundreds of meters high. The chain reaction of explosions continued, the yellow waterfall bursting open layer by layer, the earth trembling, and the sky shaking.

A straight crack appeared on the once endless wasteland, and the movement of tectonic plates is causing this crack to expand at an unstoppable pace.

[Dramatic changes, received.]

The consciousness of the cemetery strictly followed the established procedures according to the original regulations, and a luminous green light suddenly appeared.

He woke up.

Nass tried to blink, but his threads quickly reminded him that he himself hadn't had eyelids for a long time.

"Hey, I say, something's crawling out of that crack!"

Lena was shouting on a private communication channel.

"what is that?"

"A green-glowing bug?"

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Chapter 151 Call for reinforcements! Quickly call for reinforcements!

At first, they thought it was some undiscovered native species.

Swarms of insects emerged from the cracks and drifted aimlessly across the wasteland.

The first servant that encountered them didn't even utter a brief alarm before silently turning into a pile of metallic mud rich in iron and carbon.

"It seems we've encountered some native creatures."

Foundry78 said that this is a common occurrence, and it is probably some kind of subterranean creature in this area.

The Guardian Rangers appeared in formation from a makeshift base not far away, arcs of electricity flashing on their rifles.

"A body of steel, a will of steel!"

Greière's scouts shouted their slogans, bullets rained down, and the swarm began to disperse, its numbers noticeably decreasing.

"Something's wrong."

Morag frowned and said in a low voice.

"Prepare to retreat."

He addressed the Death Guards behind him, explaining that the observation post they were on was a makeshift, rudimentary structure located near the front.

"Foundryman, something's not right here."

Morag stepped forward and pointed to the blacksmith.

"They're down there."

Before Morag could finish speaking, some grave scarabs emerged from beneath the ranks of the Guardians of the Faith, buzzing as they charged toward the nearest Ranger!

For a time, the hunters were locked in a fierce battle with a large number of scarabs, but the number of hunters trapped in the swarm was clearly decreasing.

The signal device of Caster 78 flashed.

Suddenly, flames erupted, and a barrage of artillery fire roared in from afar, tearing through the sky and landing precisely on the battlefield!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The smoke cleared, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.

Another group of hunters ran out of the camp, shouting "Body of steel, will of steel," and stepped over the corpses of the previous group of friars, beginning to systematically clear away the surviving insects.

"All right."

"Ironman 78 said without looking up," and then continued to deploy the mining machines that would be needed next.

Morag frowned; his years of experience in battle told him that things wouldn't end there.

A beam of green lightning confirmed his guess.

A violent green lightning bolt flashed from the crack, striking a member of the Guardians directly. The bright green flash hissed across the hunter's crimson body, which disintegrated as if being torn apart.

Foundryman 78 suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the battlefield.

This is not something that natural organisms could evolve, and the report from the Guardians of the Church has now reached 78's mind. Those scarabs are all made of metal!

"Tara, Tara"

The sound of metallic footsteps rang out.

A dark gray skull emerged from the shadows of the crevice, its body covered in shimmering green lines of both circles and straight lines, with some rust and dirt clinging to it.

His thin face was dull and lifeless.

He held a long, cylindrical ranged weapon in his hand, within which green energy surged violently.

Perhaps only 78, a member of the Mechanicus, could realize what this metallic body meant.

Those Barbarian barbarians wouldn't understand what this is.

78 unconsciously opened his mouth, then closed it again.

[Alpha-level alert, Mine Area 03.]

[To reiterate, Alpha-level alert, Mine Area 03.]

[A call has been made to the sages of the forging world.]

In the shadows, more and more metal skulls appeared, identical except for the rust and dirt stuck to them.

The dead emerge from their tombs, mechanically taking up arms to defend their lords.

Another round of artillery fire swept across the horizon, and 78 called for artillery support once again.

Even though the opponent's metallic body intrigued Forge Master 78, it was clear that the opponent's combat strength was not very high.

It seemed that no assistance was needed. 78 hesitated whether to retract the alarm he had just issued, but in the end he did not.

This saved their lives.

Beneath the earth, the core of the Great Hidden Tomb was slowly burning, and the undead warriors, through the resurrection protocol, rose again.

They were soldiers who had just "died" in a firefight with the Christian Guard.

After the resurrection protocol, their remaining thoughts were transmitted back, and they were "resurrected".

However, not all soldiers can get back up after falling. During the long period of their slumber, deviations accumulate little by little. The system malfunctions, not seriously, but it cannot be accurate every time.

The consciousness within the tomb is contemplating.

Realizing that the existing army was incapable of resisting aggression, a recovery agreement was adopted, and more units awoke from their slumber.

Hades sat at his desk, calculating Barbaros's total share of the Death Guard's supplies.

An urgent communication from Molag interrupted his calculations.

what happened?

Hades muttered to himself, he was almost able to figure it out, and being interrupted was not a pleasant experience.

It's highly likely that they had a falling out with the local motorists and were arguing about it.

Then he began to read the short message—

Dark gray skull protrusion

Holy crap! A necromancer!

Hades was so frightened he almost shuddered.

I told you to mine some black rock ore, but you dug up space necromancers instead!

The Necromancers of space can be considered one of the overlords of the galaxy.

Their history dates back to the oldest times, when the Milky Way was still quite peaceful.

Back then, the space necromancers weren't called that, nor did they look like that. They were a race called "Dreadful Ones," and they didn't have metal bodies, but flesh and blood.

The Death-Fearers developed a vast and detailed materialist technology, and their civilization flourished throughout the Milky Way.

However, the lifespan of each person who fears death is quite short, and the short life of an individual compared to the prosperity of the race makes it seem tragic.

The society of the Death-fearers is not as technologically advanced as theirs. They have a clear class consciousness, and at the very top of the social pyramid, the infighting between dynasties never ceases.

To divert attention from internal conflicts, and out of jealousy, the Fear of Death unleashed the flames of war upon the then-dominant ruler of the galaxy—

Ancient sage.

The holy war in Heaven has begun. The flames of war are raging, the galaxy is trembling, and the once vast star system is nothing more than a small pebble in this colossal war. Countless resources have been poured into this grand galactic war.

For the Fearless, the war ended tragically. They were no match for the Ancient Ones. With nowhere else to turn, the Fearless's leader at the time, Silent King, listened to the deception of the Star God Deceiver and transformed the entire race into more powerful and immortal metallic bodies—the Space Necromancers.

However, the space necromancers who abandoned death were also abandoned by life. The entire race was stagnant, with neither death nor rebirth. They were merely a set of pre-programmed thoughts, their souls already devoured by the star gods.

Realizing they had been deceived by the Star God, the Necromancers of space used their advanced technology to tear apart and imprison the Star God, while simultaneously using the Star God's power to fight against the Ancient Ones.

As the trembling of the Milky Way gradually subsided, and as the smoke of war gradually faded.

Both sides in this battle that tore apart the Milky Way and stirred up the subspace have vanished.