Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 818 【260.】The immortals are lined up like hemp

Courtesy first and then soldiers?

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

[Guilliman] smiled, feeling the obvious panic in the opposite camp - all thanks to the psykers who were exploding in every corner of the Eye of Silence.

[Guilliman]'s huge empire supports a special type of being, that is, people who specialize in saving psychic energy. He found inspiration from the world of ants. He only needs to select people with similar talents, and then add them to the world. The Chaos Empire's most indispensable psychic energy is poured into it, but it only takes a hundred years to harvest a psychic bomb.

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

In order to compress the space of the self-destruction ship as much as possible (smaller means harder to detect and reduces transportation costs), those psykers will have their limbs and internal organs stripped off as much as possible, leaving only the nervous system and organs that are strongly related to psionic abilities. Brains, they were piled wet inside the ship, never dying under Nurgle's protection.

This is the insignificant and cruel capital of [Guilliman]'s huge empire. Even if the opponent has extraordinary talents and extremely powerful abilities——

But in front of [Guilliman] who relies purely on heaps and logistics, he is nothing more than a mantis.

[Guilliman] would not do something stupid like a general fighting one on one. He would rather watch his soldiers wear out the opponent with blood and time.

He stood by the porthole, and the dim light of the Milky Way shone on the cold-blooded king's knife-like profile. In the distance, countless people passed away, like bright fireworks blooming in this huge and cold universe. They His death will never be let down. The door from hell has been opened, and the subspace is forcibly led into this space, shaking and shattering everything.

[Guilliman] listened carefully to the last prayers of the psykers he sent before they died——

No psyker will cry out in pain, they will shout out the final spell according to the orders given by [Guilliman].

This is the utopia of [Robert Guilliman]. People will not go on strike because of pain and dissatisfaction. They all perform their duties and stick to their posts from beginning to end.

Even though some people are a little dissatisfied now.

The King of Evil calmly raised his head, and for the first time he felt the anger of his other self so clearly. The raging anger was burning in those blue eyes. Guilliman looked at him, and the muscles behind his tight jawline were unnatural. The ground twitched.

[Very efficient and creative method. 】

The hoarse soft voice was like a breeze blowing on the face, but the cold-blooded king smelled the precursor 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...emperors? 】

[It is they who want me to treat them this way. ]

The Evil King smiled and signaled his subordinates to prepare to leave. The atmosphere of the dinner had dropped to freezing point.

In the chaotic scene, Magnus squatted on the ground holding his head in pain, while [Loujia] looked at Magnus helplessly; the two Vulkans had already started roaring in a small area; [Corax] was even more angry. He became irritable, and he could hardly control himself as the high spiritual energy domain unfolded, and his long hair was blown up by the fire and wind again like a burnt rope;

After the initial discomfort, the First Rebellion [Mortarion] also recovered. At this moment, he and his other self were looking at [Guilliman] sternly at the same time.

But this was not [Guilliman's] fault, but rather the scene he expected to see.

His decision was extremely correct, and he was stuck just before the final battle between the Necrons, causing maximum turmoil and chaos.

【……】

Guilliman's unblinking eyes suddenly closed, and then opened again after taking a deep breath. The Evil King saw that the flames outlined by the golden flames disappeared, and the sea lapped at the coast, leaving only deep blue.

[Then it seems we really need to renegotiate our tactics. 】

Guilliman changed the topic and smiled politely again. The Evil King stretched out his hand in real time, shaking hands to symbolize the beginning of another stage.

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【One day later】

【He is a bastard! ! ! 】

Guilliman yelled and almost rushed into his office. The fist he subconsciously raised could not find an outlet for it. After raising it for a long time, he had no choice but to put it down.

[At best, you're a bastard too, Guilliman. 】

Sanguinius followed Guilliman unhurriedly and closed the door. His red eyes calmly watched Guilliman pacing around the room angrily like a captive animal.

[I just--I just can't stand the other self--arrogant! arrogant! rude! cruel! How did he develop such a character? ! The Macraggeans actually allowed such a humanoid piece of trash to live to adulthood on Macragge? ! ! 】

Sanguinius covered his face and coughed a few times as if laughing. In fact, Robert Guilliman also had a sense of humor, but he had never been willing to ridicule others before.

[I thought you were prepared for the opponent to be 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 a deep breath. He had just been so angry at his other self, 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 one from the bad life and worse life, life is like this, 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? ]

[Myself over there is still on good terms with Horus. Horus has the intention of rebelling against Guilliman, but has never taken action - this time Guilliman separated the other me from Horus, probably with the intention of eradicating dissidents. ]

[Can we win over the other self? ]

Sanguinius nodded, and thought of the unknown humanoid creature on the sofa at that time.

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

If the Desire Angron was absolutely loyal to Guilliman, he would never have said that in front of the two Sanguiniuses, which indirectly promoted the cooperation.

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

After a long time, Guilliman spoke again, staring at the giant 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 of the Silent King on the east side of the Eye of Silence. 】

He said,

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

Sanguinius nodded for a moment and looked at Guilliman.

[I can roughly infer the Empire's overall strategic layout in the future, but Guilliman, I only have one question-]

[Where do you plan to place the "Pluto" decisive piece? 】

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

[Pluto is in a poor state 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. 】

In 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 - another me will definitely order the Primarchs to turn against us in the war, but as long as we get ahead of him... send Pluto. ]

Guilliman then added another sentence.

[...But this depends on the will of Pluto himself. ]

[...]

[I hope we can really pass the first stage smoothly -]

Sanguinius shook his head and sighed again. The Silent King had already 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 join forces, they can sweep the entire galaxy, but they go to war with each other on the eve of victory.

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

[Instead of facing the Silent King with all their strength in the end. ]

However, probably.

In the end, the two empires faced the Silent King together, and they barely had the strength to fight. This will be the real direction of this battle.

Sanguinius thought, shaking his head and leaving Guilliman's office.

The door was gently touched, and Guilliman stood alone in front of his desk. The anger just now was swept away, and he lowered his head dejectedly, unable to accept another self.

But then, another secret letter was delivered to Guilliman -

[-Emperor, what are you going to do again? ! ! ! ! Come back to me ! ! ! ]

The Lord of Mankind's leave letter was finally handed over to the Lord of Cattle and Horses.

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“A trifle…”

The Silent King sneered and slowly stood up. The true master of the Necrons looked up at the planet’s atmosphere, where the gap in the subspace that was forced to be opened by Guilliman with psychic energy was spewing out strange psychic energy like a vortex.

It was as bright as if someone had turned on a light bulb in the galaxy for the first time, and the night turned into day.

Such a familiar battlefield… The last time I saw such a gorgeous galaxy was when I fought the Old Saints, but the light of the galaxy this time was far less brilliant than that time.

The enemy’s power was not as strong as the Necrons, so they used tricks and cleverness to escape again and again. Szalak felt that his patience and respect for the opponent were being played with again and again.

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The human race does not deserve too 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.

Last time, it was Hades who escaped. This time, it was the Endless who escaped with the help of the subspace waves raised by the human race.

"Attack..."

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

Let humans witness the wrath of the Necrontyr.

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'Stay away'

'Stay away'

'Assessment, extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous... Second assessment, extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous'

'? ……? Unstable? Enraged? Enraged'

'keep away'

‘Get away as soon as possible’

'Path evaluation, optimal, supply, supply, memory retrieval'

'An enemy, a life made of metal, a half-warp, half-physical creature'

‘Generate, γ-327836uio following genome, generate, Σ-23723956 following genome’

‘Anticipate the enemy? ? ? ,,. Warp shielder? ’

‘Information collection’

‘…’

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

Next to the tiny star, the vast nebula-like Tyranids are marching, gathering, marching——

The mother body is urgently summoning all the tentacles it has spread out. The main limb's escape path will have to pass through a war-torn war zone. There is no way to avoid it. There is no way to avoid the battle. Avoiding means being overtaken.

He was overtaken by the complete Star God behind him.

Gather, gather, the long and long cry of the mother body echoes throughout the galaxy. All offspring will return. The mother clan needs their resources, energy, and memory and genome to fight against the galaxy.

'collect'

'collect'

‘? ? ￥#￥#subspace shielder@……\u0026%￥α-0012 genome, generation, generation,’

'go ahead'

'go ahead'

'go ahead'

Move forward, by any means necessary, to evolve, leading to eternal prosperity for the race.

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【at the same time】

[…How are you doing there? 】

Mortarion asked, standing on the bow of the [Fourth Knight].

After a long silence behind the channel, Hades's voice sounded, a long sigh,

"Not good,"

Hades scratched his head,

"Orican scolded Trazin and I, and strongly advised us two to stop rushing forward to kill the Silent King. I am mainly repairing and upgrading Trazin's army now. "

The Silent King's army is marching. Hades and part of the imperial army led by him are isolated in another star field by the Silent King, and the empire's offensive will be launched from the other side.

[Guilliman said that your side will be the first to meet Tyran. 】

"I know, I've been feeling the shadow of the Tyranids lately, and that's not bad news - at least Trazyn and its army can fish in the murky waters of the Tyranids for a while longer."

"What about your side? Will the counterattack begin soon?"

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

Mortarion made a gesture of prayer to Hades.

The extremely high concentration of psychic energy means that these original bodies can exert their abilities to the maximum extent, but this spiritual energy field is extremely turbid, which means -

"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 for Pluto's hand, which was suddenly tightly grasped and pulled away, and the heavily armed rebel [Mortarion] glanced sideways.

[Can I say a few words to him? ]

After being scolded by Mortarion, the First Rebellion at least had a better attitude towards Mortarion. At least he no longer blatantly provoked him, but instead became a polite stalker. Mortarion Apparently the latter is more annoying.

[No, get out. 】

Mortarion hung up the communication and immediately swung his scythe in the direction of the First Rebel, but the First Rebel avoided it with a dexterity that was inconsistent with his size.

[how? ]

The first rebels spread their hands, and the [Fourth Knight] began to accelerate, and the deck under their feet made a dull buzzing sound.

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

【cannot. 】

"What about me?"

A sweet voice sounded, and the waist of the armor of the First Rebel [Mortarion] suddenly became sticky and sticky. His armor bulged untimely, suddenly showing a strange shape.

Hissing and rustling, the humanoid snake body wrapped around the shoulder armor of the first rebel, [Herrera] laughed, staring at Mortarion, the snake's tail swayed.

In the shadow behind the first rebel, bubbles of swamp emerged together.

Oh shit.

Mortarion thought, and immediately called Karas Typhon.