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

Chapter 766 209. Arriving late? It doesn’t matter…

"Hmm? Is that so? It's quite touching."

The sky was torn apart by two completely different forces, one of which was absolutely bizarre. In the pure darkness, green thunder splashed, and the forging giant struck fireworks on the iron felt, and the victory was decided with one hammer.

Another kind of force... has the awareness of a colony of ants charging at an elephant. Although it is small, it is like a mighty stream.

Flotillas of ships were like rain, and fighter planes were lined up in a curve in the sky, but they were no longer heading for the sea of ​​stars, but the vast land where the Titanium people were walking step by step.

Fall, fall—charge!
Hundreds of millions of ships rushed from the sky to the earth, loaded with the determination of parting and explosive bombs. The ceiling scattered, waterfalls hung upside down, and the flames behind the engines reflected one river of light after another on the pupils. Thousands of rivers of light hung down. The race that originated from the water source will eventually return to the sky river.

Until the last second before extinction, this race finally learned to be cruel to themselves and to the galaxy. They took the step to pass the Great Filter, but it was too late.

Hades was somewhat emotional. He once again realized the terrifying adaptability and moral bottom line of the Titanium. It turned out that the races that could survive and expand in this world all had their own unique skills.

But unfortunately, this galaxy is vast enough, vast enough to give birth to countless races, but narrow enough to allow only one overlord.

Whoever ascends the throne is always covered in blood.

From the sky of gray and blood, the Destroyer descended and floated in the air, his entire body enveloped in pitch-blackness, leaving only a hint of scarlet in his left eye. His cloak, like a two-dimensional foil, fluttered in the wind. Beside him, countless huge ships and small boats crashed into the ground, carrying the seeds of the explosion.

It turned out that it was a similar scene back then...

Hades was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the battlefield where he had been supported by the Mechanicus. It was the same as the first battle between the Hades and the Star Gods. In the scene of absolute, crushing despair, ants hoped to participate in the war of gods, and mortals longed to change the fate of their own race - that would require them to bet everything they had.

Bet everything, take the supreme product of racial industry and war, and use it in the most brutal way.

They all just want to win, and they all just want to survive.

Perhaps when they rushed to the ground and looked at the embrace of Mother Earth getting closer and closer, they had a common feeling in their hearts.

but……

Hades stretched out his hand, and the dripping liquid metal had already covered his gauntlet, but because it was wrapped in the black domain, it appeared absolutely black.

The waves of destruction and termination are ready.

At least when it comes to controlling machinery, Hades, who killed Vashtor and devoured many fragments of the Void Dragon, now has absolute say.

Hades' mind moved.

Snapped!
A snap of the fingers.

The faint radio waves radiate outward at the speed of light from Pluto, but they are not just radio waves containing data. Violent energy is lurking in them.
boom! ! !
boom! Boom boom boom! ! !

An incredible scene happened. Shadow Sun collapsed on the ground. It could no longer bear it. At a certain uniform height on the entire planet, most of the ships that were executing suicide orders started the explosion in advance. Fireworks bloomed one after another, presenting a grand fireworks show for the demise of this race.

Explosion, an explosion that blocked out the sun and the sky, the dazzling light replaced the eternal sun and became the only light illuminating the ruins of the battlefield.

Pluto gave his orders, reaching the same height and initiating the explosion in advance - all electronic components and mechanical equipment that obeyed the laws of physics bowed obediently at his feet, execution was truth, and betrayal was unimaginable.

"Woof! Woof woof woof woof~"

A strange and modified audio similar to the Rainbow Cat's Meow Meow Meow song rang out in every Tau intelligence center. The swarm of drones fell to the ground, and on the small screen that could be touched, the pixel-style three-headed dog was running happily.

Pluto version of the electronic virus 1.9a, races that like to rely on machinery and intelligence and are completely defenseless, you deserve it!

Pluto likes “good” races like you who all rely on intelligence!
Humans are not friendly to other races.

Hades raised his eyebrows. The cooperation with the Necrons was also based on the strategic premise that they could not defeat the opponent and the Necrons had no future. Facing this alien race whose future potential could be seen at a glance, what were the Immortals waiting for?
Is it going to be like in the hot-blooded anime, where the protagonists are gradually given the final villain who is suitable for fighting monsters?

Hades is extremely cautious in this regard - he carefully assesses the risk of each enemy, and the highest respect is that of genocide.

Individual emotions and determination are too small in this galaxy. Every race has fought a life-and-death battle. The winner takes all and the loser accepts defeat. There is no fairness in the arena of the rise and fall of races.

Caught up in the rise and fall of a race, the pain and sacrifice of individuals are like floating dust.

Hades respects sacrifice, but only sheds tears for the sacrifice of his own race.

Then Pluto brushed away the dust in the sky.

The grandest explosion was over, leaving only lonely small boats falling from the sky - most of them were civilian ships modified by the Water Clan or the Earth Clan. Because of their backward engines, they could not catch up with the main force and were sacrificed, so they were put in a corner by Yingyang and ignored by others.

Even so, they still fall resolutely. No matter whether their spread wings are broad or slender, the determination of the birds falling to the earth remains the same.

But at this moment they may be even more desperate and helpless. On the battlefield, the losers who are still alive are the most sad. They are not as lucky as their companions who died first. They must survive and accept the fact that their race has been overthrown.

This is the greatest cruelty in the world, and it is also the fate that Hades tries his best to prevent his own race from falling into.

Fortunately, Hades survived and recovered. Today, thanks to Hades' efforts, at least the human empire does not have to face such a horrific scene.

Hades was so fortunate that the official documents he approved in the past were finally of some use.

In this galaxy, if you want to live peacefully, you have to strangle other "people" with your own hands - in exchange for your own eternal destiny.

It didn't take long for Yingyang to comprehend these principles, but his race started too late. The backwardness of a race cannot be reversed by a single individual, unless it acts like a domino from the beginning, with small knocks accumulating into big changes. Not only is it changing - it needs to change all the Titanium it comes into contact with, so that there may be a glimmer of hope.

But again, it's too late.

The game is over. You have realized that you have failed, so completely, but you have to swallow the blood. The enemy is an existence that you can hardly imagine. They are playing chess with you, but the chessboard has been changed by some inexplicable pollution, so the black pieces are no longer black, and the white pieces are no longer white.

You look up and see the enemy's chess pieces filling up the mountains and seas again.

Even if you have thousands of ideas and skills, at this moment, all of them are eclipsed. The opponent not only has the number of your chess pieces, but also has the ability to change the rules.

Perhaps this is the despair that mankind has faced for the first time when it comes to Chaos, but it doesn’t matter, children, because Pluto and the Emperor are coming!

But you are not so lucky.

Shadowsun coughed, and the most respected commander of the Tau tribe smiled bitterly in front of the god of death. The female Tau tribe's resolute face showed a dead look of dejection. Everything was over. It felt a pain. If so, it would be better to let the people continue to live in a peaceful dreamland, happy and peaceful until the last moment, instead of shattering their dreams and shouting loudly. It took great effort to mobilize everything, but the ending was the same.

It just adds to the pain.

It did not bring the hope it promised,
"...I am willing to admit defeat."

Shadowsun said desperately, and he tried to look up at the monster with trembling hands. Is that still a human? Is there such a huge difference between human subspecies? This is even greater than the difference between titanium and humans.

With the last bit of courage, it looked directly at Mortarion, emphasizing each word.
"What kind of monsters are you?"

Mortarion looked at the weak commander calmly - the Primarch seemed to be thinking, such a weak commander, then he made his army surrender through his great personal charm and ability.

The inverted river of light in the sky and the news that Hades had arrived made Mortarion not mind chatting with the corpse for a few more words.

Not a monster,

Mortarion chuckled, wrinkles forming on his face where the gas mask stuck to his cheeks.

[I just want to survive.]

"It's just... if you want to live, do you have to pay so much?"

Yingyang said with a sigh, as if it was his last breath. Even with weak psychic energy, the erosion of the god of death's poison gas was enough to take away this fragile little guy. Its pupils gradually became turbid and no longer emitted any light.

【more than,】

Mortarion blinked and moved to the side to make room for Hades to teleport later.

[The price of survival is far higher than you can see or imagine, naive little guy.]

"so……"

Unlike Farsight's death which was roaring and resounding, Shadowsun's death was silent and even brought a sense of relief. It turned its head in vain, and over there was the star region where it was born.

"Then it would be better to exterminate the clan in advance..."

Shadowsun died with a last bitter smile on his face. Perhaps to him, even Shadowsun, the most radical of the Tau who could bomb innocent civilians for victory, thought that the price was too painful after witnessing the human hive city.

It still doesn't want to let its own kind go through the hardships of human development. Although it can bear it, it doesn't want to see its own kind suffer such torture - it doesn't have such a hard and cold heart.

Only a madman would have that.

………………

Hades turned his head and saw the small boats screaming and falling into the sea of ​​thick smoke and clouds formed by the corpses of their predecessors. Then, in the gloomy clouds, a few flames lit up dully. The small individuals died silently, just as the positions they were arranged by Yingyang were unknown.

But - so what?
The existence at the micro level is too painful and troublesome to study in detail, and is not as simple and vivid as the macro strategy. Hades does not care about the life and death of the aliens - oh, no, he cares about the death of the aliens completely.

The battle is over, and all that remains is the finishing touches.

Hades was silent for a moment. He sensed the positions of the three Primarchs. Mortarion was deep in the largest military base, his psychic energy was stable; Corax was in another missile base far away, and seemed to be using his psychic energy to support his offspring; Conrad was on top of a ruined building, his psychic energy was disordered - darkness was screaming in a mess, but he felt quite energetic, as if he could continue to jump around for a while even after being fatally injured.

At the same time, Conrad's descendants also moved closer to their genetic father.

Seeing Conrad, Hades suddenly remembered that over the past two months, after the Primarchs left, Sevatar seemed to have been trying to get acquainted with Hades - at least Hades had seen Sevatar many times next to Karas, who had a sour face.

Hades has nothing to say about Conrad, and his way of dealing with him is based on the "Guidelines on How to Treat the Mentally Ill", which is to treat him like a normal person on weekdays, and tie him up and throw him into the autism room to cool down after an attack.

The old grudges were a mess. Mortarion had deceived Conrad many times in the past ten thousand years.
Considering that Conrad once risked his life to help Mortarion, Hades had already chosen to ignore the Lord of Night and treated Sevatar as the first legal representative of the Lord of Midnight.

After all, you can't really reason with a psychopath. The last person who tried to reason with Conrad was Sanguinius.

So Sanguinius's mental state is also beautiful.

Hades was silent for a moment, and decisively chose to teleport to the vicinity of Mortarion. The Primarch had already been waiting for Hades there. The Pale Lord stood calmly on the foggy ground, watching the space beside him being torn open by darkness.

"already dead?"

Hades leaned his upper body out and saw a titanium corpse. He had never seen Yingyang's real face, and the battle reports he sent back were always in the style of a helmet covering the face.

Mortarion nodded.

【died. 】

The Primarch thought of Shadowsun's last words, which fit Mortarion's stereotype of the weak and morally superior race. Survival is everything, and if you lose your life, you lose everything.

Being unable to endure the pain and choosing to leave is a sign of cowardice.

This kind of little thing couldn't survive if it was thrown onto the original Barbarus. On the first day, it was either poisoned to death or it couldn't bear it and committed suicide.

Only the resilient can survive and continue to win - and finally give the weaker of their own kind the weapons and defenses to survive.

Mortarion thought happily, he coughed, and facing Hades who walked out of the torn space and was making an expression towards him that Hades called "Bengbu Dragon Picture", Hades stretched out his hand in a weird posture, looking like he wanted to high-five Mortarion.

The gesture was stupid, and gave Mortarion the air of a young recruit to the Legion trying to look cool—in some inexplicable way, Hades had an inexplicable mind.

Just like the pixelated three-headed dog that is still running.

Really stupid.

So Mortarion stretched out his hand, raised one hand, put the other hand in his pocket, suddenly lowered his head and leaned forward to high-five Hades.

"Bro! I finally escaped from Terra!!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Away from Terra, away from Roboute Guilliman, everything became brighter.

(End of this chapter)