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

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And the clown.

As the Eldar were about to fall into the abyss of desire, a few remained clear-headed, and the cunning yet lucid Jester was one of them.

They worshipped the Spirit Race's laughing god, Xigaoqi, who, on the eve of their fall, used comedic performances on stage to satirize the Spirit Race's ugly indulgence.

Under Sigmund's leadership, most of the clowns escaped the world-ending calamity brought about by Slaanesh's birth, and from then on, they disappeared into the intricate web of the universe, never to appear in the light of history again.

But in the shadows of the stars, beneath the brilliance, clowns with extraordinary prophetic abilities still thrive on the stage they've built for themselves.

However, from a human perspective

Hades gritted his teeth, staring intently at the smiling face, as adrenaline and other stimulants began to slowly seep into his power armor.

The aliens will eventually be eradicated!

Hades, whose heart had been pierced and blown out, suddenly sprang up. He used his left arm to block the gun pressed against his neck. The obituary ripped through the air with a shrill sound!

Hades, who was already on the verge of death, suddenly launched an attack. The clown opposite him immediately jumped away, trying to dodge the attack.

The clowns prefer to avoid attacks rather than accept them.

At the same time, a gunshot rang out, but Hades, who had anticipated this, deflected it with his heavy shoulder armor.

Hades then unleashed a barrage of powerful strikes, each one faster than the last!

Chop, flick, hook!

The sharp scythe tore the clown's clothes apart, and blood dripped from the air in beads.

For the first time, Hades hated himself so much for not smearing some poison on his scythe.

However, with the sudden, intense movement, Hades felt blood gushing and filling his chest.

"cough!"

His speed slowed down, and he eventually came to a stop in place.

Hades used his scythe to hold himself up, refusing to fall again.

He could detonate another bomb here.

Hades' consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, but he still stubbornly waited for the right opportunity.

Across from them, the clown, who had been performing according to the established script, was disturbed and fell silent in annoyance, no longer performing those absurd and exaggerated acts.

If there was a problem with the performance, other backstage staff members also went up on stage to check the situation.

The lights in the visual interference field flickered, and including the clown from before, a total of six clowns dressed in different clothes appeared in Hades' field of vision.

[He is the predetermined one; we cannot allow him to act in ways that contradict the prophecy.]

[Differences mean changes; let's end this quickly.]

The clown shook his head in dissatisfaction.

He stepped in front of Hades again, but this time, he kept his distance.

"Hello."

He spoke again.

"We are not your enemies."

Absurd, ridiculous!

Inspired by Him, we offer you advice on the future.

"Please believe in the prophecy."

A chorus-like sound began to echo, and a set of cards appeared in the clown's hand.

He drew a card and flashed it in front of Hades.

What should you believe in? Be a human being.

What should you avoid? Be like your own kind.

The blue card surface glowed, then turned gray when the card was turned.

What do you seek? You seek nothing.

What you do not seek, you should seek.

A red card flashes by, then the card flips over, followed by a jumble of random colors.

Then the clown opposite Hades tried to draw the third card from the deck, but he acted as if the deck was holding the card firmly in place. He suddenly waved his hand, and the card was drawn out and then slammed to the ground.

A card with two completely black sides was held high by a clown lying comically on the ground.

+ When you feel an itch in your left ear and a slight pain in your right ear, just run, run as fast as you can. +

He said something completely different from what he had said before—

Then the clown turned over the card, and it was still pitch black.

Have a good appetite.

After uttering the last sentence, the clown rolled over and jumped up from the ground.

He bowed to Hades in a grand and exaggerated manner.

A clown seemed to have given Hades some kind of healing spray, and after ensuring that Hades would not die, the entire troupe slowly bowed and took their final bow.

In this crazy corner of the city, they used the network they had previously laid out to make their exit.

Hades, having heard the Eldar's inexplicable prophecy, could no longer suppress his state of feigned death. He slowly closed his eyes, forcing himself to stand, and then sank into darkness.

A dry wind blew slowly by.

After an unknown amount of time, a wisp of blue fluorescence appeared on Jin's screen.

"Kaka!"

The engine was forcibly started.

With a highly mechanized body, four backup processors, and three artificial brains, Jin slowly propped himself up from the pile of corpses.

Do these idiotic aliens really think the brain is their core?

He staggered to Hades, who was still standing and supporting the obituary, with mechanical parts occasionally falling off his body.

He put Hades down and performed simple emergency treatment.

The atmospheric anomaly that had enveloped the entire planet dissipated with the activation of the obelisk, and the distress signal edited by Jin was successfully sent out.

After placing Hades, King turned around with a limp and headed toward the location of the Sage Kirkland.

Kirkland Sage's body was severed at the waist, and the charred crater on the central processing unit was clearly visible.

Kirkland Sage's biomass storage device had already exploded when he was cut in half by the Corruptor.

Without the alien's attack, the sage would have surely died.

Jin stared silently at the shattered body of the Kirkland Sage.

This scene appeared in his dreams hundreds of times before he lost the ability to dream.

This sage who abused himself and treated himself as a tool finally died.

Staring at the sage's body, Jin unpacked the compressed file that the Kirkland sage had sent him.

That was the giant compressed file that was sent to Kirkland Sage the instant he was whipped away by the Corruptor.

The first string of data was input into his processor.

[This is all the anti-psychic research papers I have to date.]

[You've been with me for so long, and you've managed to pick these things up again.]

[For the God of Machines, for Om Messiah.]

what.

Unfortunately, the Sage Kirkland had already removed King's tear ducts.

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116 Galaspa (Part 1)

116. Galaspa (Part 1)

The Fourth Knight of Deathguards, now.

The blinding white light on the screen outlined the pale edges of Mortalian's armor. The entire command room was pitch black, with the green and red lights of the indicator lights flashing intermittently.

The poisonous gas from Barbaros settled quietly at Mortarion's feet before slowly spreading outwards.

Through the breathing mask, the Primarch's quiet hiss could be heard.

Mortarian stared at the screen before him, where the planet, filthy from the Hive's sewage, was slowly rotating.

fear.

He could smell the scent of fear emanating from it, the scent of the oppressed.

Tyranny turns the people into the property of the rulers; they are no longer human beings, but merely straw to be harvested.

Tyranny torments humanity with fear, crushing human thought and spirit with nightmarish power.

Just like Barbarossa.

He was also trapped in the nightmare of fear, living a muddled and aimless life under the torment of his adoptive father.

But not anymore.

Mortarian stared at the screen like a corpse, his murky amber eyes unblinking.

He will bring justice; he will end fear.

This order, formed by layers of planetary defense systems, will be ended by the Death Guard.

Through daily observation and contemplation, Mortarian discerned the general outline of his strategy—

He needs the power to deliver a fatal blow.

Grab the enemy by the throat, and then strangle them tightly.

In previous investigations, it was found that each level in this order had to obey the command of the level above, and no further action would be taken without an order being given.

Once the supreme ruler is beheaded, order will immediately collapse.

The Knights' extreme autocratic rule also meant that their rulers would be bound to the throne.

Therefore, it is quite obvious where they are going.

The Death Guard will strike directly at Protakos, the central hive city of Galaspa.

Mortarian narrowed his eyes, aiming for a swift victory. Before the enemy's bloated nerves could transmit distress signals to his massive limbs, he severed the enemy's head.

If the enemy reacts, it will be the end for the Death Guard.

But he never ran away.

Mortarian closed his eyes, silently counting the time in his mind, while suppressing the fear that was slowly creeping up.

A subtle unease was creeping in, and until the eve of the Death Guard's attack, there was still no news from Hades.

The most likely explanation is that the loss of communication with the stars was caused by subspace fluctuations, and their journey was disrupted. Hades may rejoin the team after they complete this battle.

But faced with the entire legion, Mortarion chose to launch the attack first, keeping the matter of Hades hidden in a deep corner.

The blade is sharpened; death will not be late.

Tyranny must be eradicated.

They will bring liberation.

Barasin and Vox stood beside Mortalian, waiting quietly.

But Mortarian heard Balasin's unease.

The Primarch opened his eyes and looked at Barasin.

Balasin hesitated, realizing that the legion commander wanted him to speak and express his concerns.

"My lord, this will mean that the landing army will be isolated and helpless, and will suffer a force ten thousand times larger than ours."