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

Chapter 818 [260.] Immortals are as numerous as hemp
Courtesy first and then soldiers?

No, no, no, at least they need a piece of land suitable for them to gain a foothold.

Guilliman smiled, sensing the obvious panic in the opposing camp - all thanks to the psykers exploding in every corner of the Eye of Silence.

Guilliman's vast empire supports a special kind of existence, those who specifically store psychic energy. He found inspiration from the world of ants. He only needs to select people with similar talents, and then inject the psychic turbulence that the Chaos Empire has the most of into them. It will only take less than a hundred years to harvest a psychic bomb.

By properly placing and stacking these people, an extremely amazing effect can be achieved. This method is so simple and crude, especially when facing psychic creatures.

In order to compress the space of the suicide ship as much as possible (the smaller the size, the harder it is to be discovered, and it also reduces transportation costs), those psykers will be stripped of their limbs and internal organs as much as possible, leaving only the nervous system and brain that are strongly related to psykers. They are piled up in the ship in a wet state and will never die under the protection of Nurgle.

This is the insignificant and extremely cruel capital of Guilliman's vast empire. Even if the opponent has extraordinary talent and extremely strong abilities -

But in front of Guilliman, who relied purely on quantity and logistics, he was no match for the enemy.

Guilliman would never do stupid things like engaging in a one-on-one duel between generals. He would rather watch his soldiers wear down the enemy with blood and time.

He stood by the porthole, the dim light of the Milky Way sprinkled on the cold-blooded king's knife-like profile. In the distance, countless people died, like bright fireworks, blooming in this huge and cold universe. Their deaths would never be in vain. The gate from hell had been opened, and the subspace was forcibly led into this space, turbulently shattering everything.

Guilliman listened attentively to the last prayers of the psykers he had sent out before they died.

Not a single psyker would let out a cry of pain; they would all follow Guilliman's orders and shout out the final spell.

This is Robert Guilliman’s utopia, where people will not go on strike because of pain and dissatisfaction. They each perform their duties and stick to their posts from beginning to end.

Even though some people are dissatisfied now.

The Evil King raised his head calmly, and for the first time he clearly sensed the anger of his other self. A raging rage was burning in his azure eyes. Guilliman looked at him, and behind his tense jawline, his muscles were twitching unnaturally.

【A very efficient and creative method. 】

The hoarse voice was like a gentle breeze, but the cold-blooded king smelled the sign of the coming storm.

【but,】

Guilliman spoke softly, he turned his head and looked into the distance for a moment.

[Excuse me, is this how you treat... the Imperials? ]

[They wanted me to treat them this way.]
The Evil King smiled and signaled his subordinates to prepare to leave. The atmosphere at the banquet had already reached freezing point.

In the chaotic scene, Magnus squatted on the ground with his head in his hands in pain, while Lorgar looked at Magnus helplessly; the two Vulkans had already started a small-scale roar; Corax became even more irritable, and in the unfolding of the high psychic domain, he could hardly control himself, and his long hair was blown up again by the flames and wind like a burnt rope;

After the initial discomfort, the first rebel [Mortarion] also recovered. At this moment, he and his other self were looking at [Guilliman] sinisterly.

But this was not Guilliman's fault; rather, it was the scene he expected to see.

His decision was absolutely correct, coming just before the Necrons finally decided the winner, maximizing the turmoil and chaos.

【…】

Guilliman's unblinking eyes suddenly closed, and after taking a deep breath, they opened again. The evil king saw that the flames outlined by the golden flames disappeared, and the sea lapping against the shore, leaving only the deep blue.

[It seems we really need to renegotiate our tactics. ]

Guilliman changed the subject and smiled politely again, and the King of Evil immediately extended his hand, and the handshake symbolized the beginning of another stage.

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[One day later]

【He is a bastard!!!】

Guilliman yelled and almost rushed into his office. He subconsciously raised his fist but couldn't find anyone to vent his anger on. After holding it up for a long time, he had no choice but to put it down.

[On the bright side, you're a bastard, Guilliman.]

Sanguinius followed Guilliman slowly and closed the door. Akame watched calmly as Guilliman paced around the room like a captive beast.

[I just - I just can't stand my other self - arrogant! Arrogant! Rude! Cruel! How on earth did he develop such a character? ! How could the Macragge people allow such a piece of humanoid garbage to live to adulthood in Macragge? ! ! ]

Sanguinius covered his face and coughed a few times as if he was laughing. In fact, Robert Guilliman also had a sense of humor, but he had always been reluctant to satirize others.

[I thought you were prepared for the fact that the other side was full of garbage - but at least we got their help. ]

Guilliman, who was pacing quickly in the office, suddenly stopped suddenly. He turned his back to Sanguinius and took rapid, deep breaths. He had just been pissed off by another version of himself, a guy who was arrogant enough.

"We need to be more vigilant - they are more dangerous than I thought, and now I don't even think this is a good idea."

[You can only choose between a bad life and a worse life. That's life, Guilliman. At least we should be grateful that we have a choice.]

Sanguinius folded his arms and leaned against the wall, his wings moving slightly in boredom.

After a few seconds, Guilliman seemed to have recovered. He turned around silently and looked at the Archangel.

【I think you know something? 】

[I still have a good relationship with Horus over there. Horus has the intention of rebelling against Guilliman, but has never taken any action. This time Guilliman separated the other me from Horus, probably because he wanted to eliminate the dissident.]

【Can we win over another you? 】

Sanguinius nodded, and thought again of the unknown humanoid creature on the sofa.

【Or more than one me...Angron, Mortarion...I think we will all have a breakthrough on some unruly primarchs.】

If Angron the Madman was absolutely loyal to Guilliman, he would never have said those words in front of the two Sanguiniuses, thus indirectly promoting the achievement of cooperation.

Guilliman was silent for a moment. He supported his desk with one hand and rubbed his frowning brow with the other. He was obviously thinking.

After a long pause, Guilliman spoke again, staring at the huge star map hanging behind his desk.
[Just now during the meeting, I received a report from the front observation window that the Tyranids are about to arrive. They will first connect with the flank arranged by the Silent King on the east side of the Eye of Silence.]

He says,

[The situation is too chaotic... We must now at least form a temporary alliance with the Chaos Empire. The cost of fighting alone is too high and the Empire cannot afford it.]

Sanguinius nodded undeniably for a moment, then he looked at Guilliman.

[I can roughly deduce the Empire's overall strategic layout, but Guilliman, I only have one question——]

[Where do you plan to place the "Pluto" winning piece? ]

Guilliman was silent. Seeing that the Lord of the Empire was silent, Sanguinius continued.

[Pluto is in a poor condition now. We cannot easily let him show up in front of the Necrons again, and he cannot be exposed to the Chaos Empire too quickly.]

After a moment of silence, Guilliman slowly raised his head and looked at the Imperial double-headed eagle hanging high on the wall.

【Assassination.】

Guilliman said firmly,

[After the war passes the first stage - my other self will definitely order the Primarchs to turn against us in the war, but as long as we get ahead of him... send out Pluto. ]

Guilliman then added.

[…But this depends on Pluto’s own wishes. ]

【…】

[I hope we can really get through the first stage smoothly——]

Sanguinius shook his head and sighed again. The Silent King had won. He thought of the emperor who once shared a similar mask with him.

Just like the Storm King and the Silent King, once they joined forces, they could wipe out the entire galaxy, but they went to war with each other on the eve of victory.

And now, the cooperation between the two empires is destined to be bumpy - but at least it is better than nothing.

[Instead of using all his strength to face the Silent King in the end.]

But, probably.

In the end, the two empires faced the Silent King together and were barely able to fight. This would be the true direction of this battle.

Sanguinius thought, shook his head and left Guilliman's office. The door creaked shut, and Guilliman stood alone in front of his desk. The anger he had just felt was instantly swept away, and he lowered his head dejectedly, unable to accept the other self.

But then, another secret letter was delivered to Guilliman -

[——Emperor, what are you going to do now? ! ! ! ! Come back to me! ! ! !]

The leave letter from the Lord of Humanity was finally handed over to the Lord of Oxen and Horses.

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"Little tricks..."

The Silent King sneered and slowly stood up. The true master of the Necrons looked up at the planet's atmosphere. There, the gap in the warp that was forced open by Guilliman's psychic energy was spewing out strange psychic energy like a whirlpool.

It was as bright as if someone had turned on a light bulb across the Milky Way for the first time, and night turned to day.

Such a familiar battlefield... The last time I saw such a gorgeous Milky Way was when I fought against the Ancient Saints, but this time the Milky Way was not as bright as that time.

The enemy's strength was not as great as that of the Necrons, so they used tricks and cleverness to escape again and again. Szahrak felt that his patience and respect for the enemy were being worn out as he was played with time and time again.

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The human race does not deserve much respect - they treat the galaxy so cruelly, squandering resources that can never be recovered, provoking conflicts between the Necrontyr, and providing supplies to the Endless.

The last time it was Pluto who escaped, and this time it was the Endless who escaped with the help of the subspace waves created by the human race.

"attack……"

The Silent King roared, smoke rose, and he held high the eternal glory. The dusty wild tiger was still a beast, but the self-satisfied villain would always be a rat.

Let humanity bear witness to the wrath of the Necrontyr.

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'keep away'

'keep away'

'Assessment: Critically Endangered, Critically Endangered... Second Assessment: Critically Endangered, Critically Endangered'

'? ...? Unstable? Furious? Enraged'

'keep away'

'Get away as soon as possible'

'Path evaluation, optimal, replenishment, replenishment, memory retrieval'

'Expected enemy, metal-made life, half-warp, half-physical creature'

'Generate,γ-327836uio the following genome, generate,Σ-23723956 the following genome'

'Expected enemy? ? ? ,. Subspace shielder?'

'Information collection'

'...'

The tentacles twisted and streaked across the deep starry sky, and the dark insects glided through the void without blinking.

Beside the tiny star, the Tyranids, as vast as a nebula, are marching, gathering, and marching—

The mother body is urgently summoning all its scattered tentacles. The main limbs will inevitably pass through a war zone on their escape route. They cannot avoid it, and they cannot avoid the fight. Avoiding means being caught up.

Being caught up by the complete star god behind him.

Gather, assemble! The long and distant cry of the Mother echoes throughout the galaxy. All descendants must return, as the Mother needs their resources, energy, memory and genome to fight against the galaxy.

'collect'

'collect'

'? ? ￥#￥#Subspace Shielder@……&%￥α-0012 Genome, Generate, Generate,'

'go ahead'

'go ahead'

'go ahead'

Move forward, by all means necessary, and evolve, leading to the eternal prosperity of the race.

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【at the same time】

[…How are things going over there? ]

Mortarion asked, standing on the bow of the Fourth Horseman.

After a long silence behind the channel, Hades' voice sounded, a long sigh,
"Not good,"

Hades scratched his head.
"Orikan scolded Trazyn and me, and strongly suggested that we two should stop rushing forward to give the Silent King heads. I am now mainly repairing and upgrading Trazyn's army."

The Silent King's army was marching. Hades and part of the imperial army he led were isolated in another star field by the Silent King, and the imperial offensive would be launched from the other side.

[Guilliman said that you will encounter Tyranids first.]

"I know. I've been feeling the shadow of Tyranids lately. This isn't bad news - at least Trazyn and his army can take advantage of Tyranids to fish in troubled waters and survive for a while."

"What about you? Will the counterattack begin soon?"

[The two empires have cooperated, at least on the surface. Now the concentration of psychic energy on our side is extremely high - you don't have to worry about us at least in the short term, Hades.]

Mortarion made a gesture as if praying to Hades.

The extremely high concentration of psychic energy meant that these Primarchs could exert their abilities to the maximum extent, but this psychic energy domain was abnormally turbid, which meant that—

“But will you be contaminated?”

[Except for me, this possibility exists for others. ]

Mortarion was silent for a moment.

【But we all know what the antidote is. 】

He was praying when Hades' hand was suddenly grasped tightly and pulled apart, and the fully-armed chief rebel [Mortarion] himself glanced to the side.

Can I have a word with him?
After being scolded by Mortarion, the First Rebel's attitude towards Mortarion at least became better. At least he no longer provoked him blatantly, but became polite and persistent. Mortarion was obviously more annoyed with the latter.

[No, get out.]

Mortarion hung up the communication and immediately swung his scythe in the direction of the First Rebel, who dodged with a dexterity that was unbelievable for his size.

[how?]
The First Rebel spread his hands, and the [Fourth Knight] began to accelerate. The deck beneath their feet made a dull humming sound.

[At least from now on we are comrades fighting side by side, so we can’t——]
【cannot. 】

"what about me?"

A sweet voice sounded, and the waist of the armor of the First Rebel [Motarion] suddenly became sticky and sticky, and his armor bulged up at an inopportune time, suddenly revealing a weird shape.

With a hissing sound, the human-shaped snake body wrapped around and climbed onto the shoulder armor of the First Rebel. Herrera laughed, stared at Mortarion, and swayed its tail.

Bubbles from the swamp rose up from the shadow behind the chief rebel.

Oh shit.

Mortarion thought, and then he immediately called Karas Typhon.

(End of this chapter)