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

Chapter 789 231. Win and then lose everything
"How can you sleep at your age?!"

In the background, a group of psychic flashes and silver-white spiders are fighting.
Karas swung his staff and lifted up the Death Guard who was gasping and collapsed in the mud, and gave him a beating treatment.

His other hand was not idle either. He gathered his palm into a ball of electricity and immediately attacked the space overlord who looked like he deserved to die.

"Oh my God! This is the first time I've seen someone who can still work for his master even after his death - and you don't even have a life to waste now!"

Karas shouted in amazement to the unfriendly-looking space overlord, the ultimate foul mouth, simple enjoyment, it's that simple.

"Stupid fellow!"

Space Overlords are different from ordinary Necrons. Their class allows them to more or less retain a lot of their mental abilities. Some well-maintained Necron Overlords even have the same thinking as when they were alive.

It was clearly more majestic and more agile than the overlords of its smaller marginal dynasties, and its gleaming glory streaked across the crown of the Undead Overlord.

The staff of light in its hand was as dazzling as a solar flare, directly dispelling the fog that was vaguely trying to cover the Necron territory.

The Overlord looked at the psychic Space Marine three kaihet* away from it. It sensed an aura that was clearly different from that of other human beings. The psychic who was cursing was extremely dangerous.

(*Keht: Ancient Egyptian unit of length)

The light surrounding the human psychic is even not inferior to the weapons of the ancient saints.

This obviously surprised the Necron Overlord, and what surprised it even more was that the array of Seraph heavy constructs was suppressed by the strange Titans of the Human Empire.

Although the Seraph Heavy Construct is smaller than the Psionic Titan, the equipment it is equipped with definitely exceeds the current level of the Human Empire - instead of -? !

In the distance, the muzzles of the Destroyer Cannons on the shoulders of the Psychic Titans in formation emitted a whistling sound similar to the turbulence of the subspace, and then a sharp ray of light as bright as daylight pierced out and leaped straight into the formation of the Seraphim!

The rough vortex was torn apart. Under the huge difference in psychic energy concentration between the real world and the subspace, the Space Overlord felt a screaming code crawling up its core.

A Seraph has fallen forever.

It was violently torn in half, half of its body fell into the warp and disappeared without a trace, while the other half twitched on the ground with its only three remaining legs.

The remaining Seraph was also severely damaged and became the target of the Psionic Titans' concentrated fire.

Through the psychic sensor, the Necron Overlord absurdly saw the living psychic chargers screaming in pain inside the Titan that was winding around with flashing white thunder.

——Heretics, a race that completely abandons martial arts!
The Overlord thought that the Death Mark hidden in the pocket world also found a suitable sniping point at this moment, and a green snake tore through the space!
“——Found it.”

Karas, who was being targeted, moved sideways lightly, and the green light hit his feet, splashing sparks on the ground.

Karas took a step to the side, and then disappeared, leaving only the ground that suddenly froze!
The light in the Necromancer's eyes suddenly swayed, and it looked into the void in surprise.
The psychic who looked extremely heavy was floating in the air, holding the dim body of the Death Seal in his hand. Rust climbed up from the part where Karas' palm touched.

"I admit that you are good at hiding, but not as good as Mortarion when he was hiding from official documents."

A faint voice floated down along with the rust. Karas looked around. Those who could be resurrected had already been resurrected, and a new batch of reinforcements had arrived.

"Hit me!"

Karas cursed, and the head of his staff had already hit the head of the lych guard next to the Necron Overlord.

……

[I hope you can be careful with your words, Karas...at least I'm not hiding from you.]

Mortarion's words disappeared in the airwaves, and all that came from the other side was Karas's angry curses.

The Primarch was somewhat dissatisfied, but now was not the time for Mortarion to frown.

There are too many enemies.

The Primarch could not stay on the same battlefield for too long, there were too many people who needed to be refused death, too many local technologies that needed to be forcibly strangled with psychic energy.

The Necrons' technology is very stable, with Seraphim, Monoliths, and the flat shadows that occasionally pass by the horizon...

These were not something that the army could handle. Mortarion felt more and more the importance of the Mechanicus.

They must exist on this battlefield, only machines can compete with machines.

The psychic energy on the distant battlefield began to fluctuate violently again, and Mortarion had to abandon the current battlefield.

He flapped his wings as hard as he could, and fine scale powder fell along with the white mist, covering the battlefield. Mortarion hoped that his spiritual power could stay a little longer.

The black stone obelisk behind the battlefield was resonating, having long been assimilated by Mortarion, and emitting a faint mist.

But even so, Mortarion felt a sense of rejection -

The reason came from the war zone where the psychic energy had just fluctuated. He saw something familiar to him. The Primarch had seen it in Trazyn's palm.

The super-dimensional Rubik's Cube cage and the roaring fragments of the Star God inside.

The Silent King began to drop C'tan fragments into the battlefield. Unlike what they had encountered before, the C'tan fragments the Silent King took out were far larger than anything Mortarion had ever seen before, and the number was staggering.

For some reason, Mortarion felt his heart tighten.

This means that the Silent King has considerable experience and powerful abilities in taming the Star Gods, which is not good news.

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[One day later]

【Hold on here! 】

Dorn roared, and the Stormfang in his hand violently sawed directly at the burning energy body Star God. His eyes were like torches, and the flames of the burner on the opposite side were transmitted along the chainsaw sword.

But Dorn did not retreat or let go at all. The evil flames burned onto the Primarch's body, almost instantly enveloping the entire Primarch.

But he still did not let go - the Primarch believed that this blow would be fatal, so he would never retreat.

The Golden Helmet's body had already expanded to a size almost the same as the fragment of the Star God Burner opposite him. Dorn roared, and the fragment of the Burner also screamed in pain.

The Burner tried to leave, but something on Stormfang held it back, some psychic force wrestling with it.
Pain, pain! The flames around the Burner burned violently, rising straight into the sky.

The flames on Rogal Dorn became even more intense, and the flames almost tore off Dorn's flesh and armor.

The corpse and armor under the Primarch's feet had already been burned by the extremely high temperature and turned into gas again, evaporating in a black manner.

If it were an ordinary person, no, if it were any other Primarch (except Mortarion who was also gifted in this aspect), he might have chosen another method long ago.

But this is Rogal Dorn!
The Primarch roared, the Burning One shouted, and Dorn's voice became even louder.

It was a screaming inferno, the two burning things roaring louder than a boiling kettle.

If the greenskins were present, they would probably WAAAGH together passionately!

The Burner Fragment seemed to be the first to give up, its flame began to flicker, and behind the Star God, the effervescent green chain that "locked" it was tied to the super-dimensional Rubik's Cube cage.

Beside the cage, the Necron Emperor stood somewhat dazedly, looking at the scene where the C'tan fragments and the Primarch were confronting each other.

Probably, he was stunned.

The two screaming balls of fire illuminated the face of the Necromancer.

It had never seen an organic creature that could survive the flames of the Burner for more than three seconds—

But now there is.

And on this battlefield, the warriors faced by the Necron Emperor are even more difficult to kill, as they have a very high tolerance for damage.

After suffering the same amount of damage, the Necrons made of living metal could no longer fight, but these lemon-yellow guys could continue to fight -

According to conservative estimates, these guys will suffer at least four to six times more damage than their peers before they die completely.

Is this still human? Or is it just individual differences among humans?

The Necron Emperor didn't know, but the cage beside him let out a tortured scream, followed by a crisp crack.

A light like the rising sun lit up in the center of the battlefield. The Burner fragments were shattered again and exploded completely. All beings on the field were blinded for a moment.

The Necromancer already held two new hypercubes in his hands, with fragments of Nightbringer and Crimson God wailing inside them.

As it threw out the fragment, the Necron Emperor caught a glimpse of the gold and silver flashing in the air as the Burner shattered.

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[Two days later]

[It's burning! Don't burn——Tarasim! 】

Conrad screamed, and the Primarch almost subconsciously jumped into the rare shadows on the field. The Burner fragment thrown by Tarazim was roaring, and then rushed straight towards the Void Dragon fragment thrown by the opposite Overlord.

"You're still picking it up?!"

Trazyn cursed in frustration,
"You are the ones who need support on this front! Look at Sanguinius - he has only 10,000 more warriors than you do!"

Konrad hissed in dissatisfaction, but he was already behind the Overlord, and with a flick of the white light from his lightning claws, the Primarch lifted up the Necromancer's head.

[The children of Sanguinius are all the newest! And there are also Mechanicus!! Why don’t you see how many Mechanicus reinforcements that birdman has! ] The towering brown-shaped tombs stood upright, and the Primarch felt something was wrong. He hid in the darkness again and watched another Necron Emperor step into the battlefield.

Why so many? !

Compared to the other brothers, Conrad and Corax's battle line was a little more difficult.

This is like asking those White Scars to fight on the front line on the plains. There's no way they can gain an advantage!

But their brothers were able to hold their own, and it was obviously redundant to split the two Primarchs between them, so Konrad and Corax were on the same line.

They are happy with it anyway.

The cooperation between the Night Lords and the Astra Militarum was not very good, so the Mechanicus was not very willing to cooperate with them.

So here comes the great Tarasim!
Trazyn decided to take more of the Night Lords' specialties later, but now was not the time to argue. The pressure on this line was indeed a bit great.

Guilliman therefore already had a countermeasure. If Conrad and Corax were struggling on the front line, Magnus would be sent out.

[(X439000, Y20100), Taraxin, requesting support.]

The panting voice of Corax came from the channel, and it was like a puffy corvid monster landing on a Seraphim whose fuel core had exploded, and around it were the figures of three other Seraphim collapsed on the ground.

Corax looked across from him and saw the two released Star God fragments and the five monoliths, all with scarlet eyes that turned to aim at him.

Corax smiled bitterly, but the next moment, crow feathers flew and the Lord of Shadows had already escaped into the dark.

Hopefully they won't be the first front to be defeated.

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【Five Days Later】

A high-speed particle stream penetrated the white wings, and the angel flying in the sky suddenly fell down.

【Keep in line! 】

Sanguinius shouted, his golden hair shining, blood flowing from his red eyes, and his fangs bared at the corners of his mouth.

With the faith of the warriors around the battlefield and the shouts of the Ecclesiarchy's Crusaders, Sanguinius' body was increasingly covered with a layer of golden light, and his spear pierced through the core of the monolith again and again.

Raise the spear, stab, and raise the spear again - all you can do is fight!
As the battle dragged on, Sanguinius became increasingly aware that this was a test for the Primarchs, Space Marines and Knight Titans.

The Astra Militarum and the Mechanicus can be replenished at any time, but they can only cope with low- and mid-range combat forces on the battlefield. Immortals and above can only be handled by Space Marines at present.

However, those taller underworld constructs must be handled personally by the Primarch or the Knight Titan.

Perhaps the only good news is that before this, Guilliman and Hades had accumulated a lot of Titans and Knight Legions.

At the same time, Sanguinius will never fall in the short term.

The archangel exhaled a breath of foul air with a bloody smell. The white wings that had just been pierced healed again, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

On the battlefield, where corpses have piled up two meters thick, some Blood Angels, led by the Flesh Tearer Amit, have begun trying to eat the flesh and blood of their own kind to replenish their strength.

Perhaps they knew one thing better than Sanguinius... this would be a war of attrition that was difficult to predict.

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【Seven Days Later】

Krigmid had lost count of how many times he had died.

He felt somewhat numb, and although some of the new faces told him that it was apparently the seventh day of the war, Krieger felt as if he had been fighting for three months.

This is different from ordinary wars. In some battlefields where confrontation lasts for a long time, no matter how intense the war is, at some point, both sides will reach a consensus and cease fire for a while.

But now, on this battlefield, bullets have been flying for seven days without stopping for a moment.

The Necrons never sleep.

Thanks to the stimulants that Mead got from the medic, otherwise he would never have survived until now.

But then again, Krieg didn't actually survive, he simply resurrected, resurrected, and was resurrected again.

He flipped his broken hand back over and stuffed his guts back in. Krieger was now familiar with the feel of his stomach.

On several occasions, he even had the opportunity to walk beside the Pale Lord, and Lord Mortarion always looked tired and exhausted.

But he still fought, pulling Krieg out of death time and time again.

but……

Krieg turned his head, and unlike before, this time his colleagues beside him did not stand up with him.

The Necrons that fought against him changed one after another, and many of them could never stand up again, but a new Necrontyr dynasty came again.

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"Figured it out."

Hades strode towards Guilliman with lifeless eyes. There, in front of his familiar desk, Guilliman's usually neat blond hair was all messy and extremely sloppy.

Under Guilliman, one third of the Ultramarines have gone to support the front line on Dorne's side, and another third has dispersed to Angron and Sanguinius' side.

Finus went to support Vulkan, while Magnus went to Corax and Conrad's line.

All of Trazyn's forces followed the Imperial Navy into the naval battle. Thanks to the route they had set up in advance, the navy coming from Terra was able to reach the battlefield as soon as possible.

Perhaps the only good news is that, so far, the battle line has not retreated, and Mortarion's battle line has even moved forward three planets.

The Grim Reaper really fought hard this time - although everyone else was doing the same.

Guilliman looked up and saw the weariness in both his and Hades' eyes.

Hades is not constantly calculating the key of the Silent King. He needs to provide computing power support and necessary firewall protection to the Mechanicus of an entire star field.

[Next…]

Guilliman wanted to ask what to do next, but he was the Lord of the Empire and he could not ask such a question.

[The Storm King's army is coming soon. I hope it will choose to fight the Silent King as soon as possible. If not, our current situation will be even worse.]

Hades took a deep breath,

"Tarasim has collected a lot of Star God fragments for me. If the situation is really serious..."

Hades made a gesture of scratching his neck.

"Behead, behead the Silent King."

With the powerful Pluto and the paralysis code, Hades was sure that he could kill the Silent King.

Guilliman looked at Hades, his blue eyes flickering with uncertain light. This seemed to be his last helpless act. Hades out of control was not a good option.

At the same time... Guilliman felt a little uneasy. Judging from the reports from many fronts, the Silent King seemed to be very skilled in how to control the C'tan.

After all, it was the Silent King who led the Necrons to destroy all the Star Gods. Even though most of the Necrons are "dead" and most of their technology is unusable,
But the Silent King is still the Silent King, and he has not forgotten those old days at all.

【Let's try to continue the frontal battle first. 】

Guilliman pondered for a moment and said that although the consumption on the front line was quite high, the Empire's strong financial resources could at least allow such a war to last for more than two months.

However... the prerequisite is that the primarchs and Titans in the front can hold on.

The Primarchs who provide Warp support to the Imperial forces must hold on.

Guilliman wanted to say something, but the next moment, he and Hades looked suddenly at a corner of the room, where a corner of the space was torn open.

Malcador slowly walked out, and the old man from Terra looked at the two people in the room with contempt.

[Malcador? What happened to Terra? ]

The rear area could not be lost either, and according to the plan, the Emperor and Malcador were stationed on Terra.

"The stars are against you - you can't win."

Malcador spoke hoarsely, his eyes sparkling beneath his hood.

"The Lord of Mankind told me to tell you that he wants me to lure the Outer C'tan here, along with the Tyranids."

【? ! 】

"??!"

(End of this chapter)