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

Chapter 661 109. Desperate Necrons

"Is this here?"

"right here."

With its ferocious mouth wide open and its fangs bared, Magboy stared at the treacherous waves in the vast ocean and continued to adjust a delicate monocular in front of him.

"Can't be wrong..."

Magboy said, continuing to observe the waves of the warp.

"The projection of the great wise man is here. The underworld should have our own wise man."

"Well," said Front Tooth gruffly, "we'd better hurry up--how are those fools?"

"They still think they are some kind of flesh and blood creatures, calling themselves Alpharius."

The Magboy frowned.

"Fart juice and calling on Hades can't cure them, but so far, it has not been found that the juice of crushed them is contagious - this is indeed not within the wisdom taught to us by the great wise men. I am sure that the Blood Lord does not have such characteristics."

"Well,"

Daqian clicked his chin and said, "The Milky Way is evolving, or degenerating. We just need to follow the rhythm of the Milky Way."

In Khorne's territory, they encountered some trouble, and the tall white-haired man who claimed to be the emperor's servant had already left first -

The big teeth realized that they still needed enlightenment.

It can't be Hades - because Hades doesn't love them, and they are still not noble enough to enter the underworld.

But a wise person...maybe be able to treat everyone equally.

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There was a creaking sound as metal was slowly twisted, and the silver-gray pole exploded, as if a pitch-black liquid from a different dimension had formed into a giant hand and stretched out from the gaps in the metal.

Keep pushing, keep pushing.

Pitch-black things peeked out from every gap, trying to meander towards the distance. The hypercube was deforming, its reactor making extremely ominous puffing sounds, and a series of small chain explosions broke out in between.

No, the liquid metal of the Void Dragon is controlled, but the abilities from the Nightbringer and the Deceiver are still useful.

The dazzling bright orange explosion announced the death of this hypercube.

call……

The Styx surged, and something slowly emerged from the Styx. Black liquid flowed down and flowed across Hades' armor.

Hades stood up among the metal shells that melted into the ground and looked around.

To his surprise, the war was over.

The gray sky was now empty. The fleet of aircraft that had previously shuttled through the clouds and dogfighting had long since disappeared. The hideous fragments of the Star God were imprisoned in a hypercube that had been hastily smashed onto the ground. The army stood in silence and no longer took any action.

Trazyn lost?
This was the first thought that came to Hades' mind, but the troops did not attack him, so at least Trazyn did not lose.

Thinking of this, Hades felt a little amused and a little angry. Trazyn was really a mediocre person.

I have configured it to the maximum, and I can still fight the opponent on equal terms.

He looked up and saw Trazyn standing on a hilltop made of discarded Necrons' bodies with a dazed look on his face, looking like he had just experienced a fierce battle.

Even though the Necrons' metal body was slowly healing, the damage and dents were still noticeable.

At Tarasim's feet, Obiron was holding the upper body of the silent old general tightly.

?

A question mark popped up in Hades' mind. When he saw Trazyn, Trazyn also saw Hades. Trazyn opened his mouth, was stunned for a moment, and then waved his staff violently.

"Win-win!"

"Come here! Hades!"

"coming!"

Hades took his feet and teleported from the metal ruins. Before leaving, Hades took a special look at Wang Wei Obiron's lower body that fell on his side.

A long drag mark extended from Wang Wei's lower body to the top of the mountain where Taraxin stood.

Did this guy crawl over there?

Hades thought, and the next moment, space was torn apart, and he stood beside Tarasim with a silver sickle in his hand.

"This is how the same thing?"

Hades looked at the Crowned One and Obiron at Trazyn's feet. To his surprise, the personality matrices in the two Necrons' bodies were still working, which meant that they were not "dead".

Trazyn opened his mouth again, and it seemed that this Endless One was also a little confused.
"Zandrek just went crazy."

The Endless One said,

"It marked all the beings on the field as enemies and began to attack indiscriminately. Its army began to kill each other, and its turrets even aimed at itself - you really should have seen that scene just now, I recorded it."

"so?"

Trazyn spread out his hands.
"I won - I joined forces with its guard Obiron. Should I be thankful that our sober Mr. Obiron did not obey its orders directly?"

There was a metallic clicking sound, and bright green sparks were flashing from the broken part of Obiron's upper body. Hades was surprised that even with such damage, this Wang Wei still had his will.

"My Lord did not give me any orders."

It said hoarsely,
"I think this is its order to me, hoping that I can stop it. Your Excellency must have confused memories and think that it is still in the Military Academy in Sotek."

"?"

Hades didn't quite understand, but Trazyn added in time,
"Some military academies will let their cadets fight each other, even if they are nobles."

Obiron nodded.
"...In any case, thank you for not continuing to add insult to injury. You and the lord can continue the war from now on, or we can pay you a war ransom - I swear we will prepare it soon - I can also sell my territory and pay you double the ransom."

"But please - don't spread this."

"How do you know I'm not going to take advantage of someone's misfortune?"

Obiron did not mention the reason for their war, as if he wanted Trazyn to let them go.

Trazyn murmured to himself. After all, Obiron had put in a lot of effort in subduing Zandrick just now.

Taraxin bowed, as if he wanted to say something harsh, but when the space overlord saw Wang Wei's fatigue, he suddenly felt some emotion.

Trazyn waved her hand.

"Forget it, forget it. Don't spread my story."

This made Obiron a little puzzled. In its view, this was just a normal war between royal families, and they had dealt with many of them before.

But it also nodded silently.

"What are you going to do next?"

Hades asked suddenly, and Obiron glanced at him cautiously. Hades felt the Necron's disgust towards him.

This is much better than the psychics' disdainful attitude towards him.

Obiron hesitated.
"I will ask the technicians in the dynasty to look after you, sir. Let you rest for a while."

"Do you think this will work?"

Trazyn suddenly asked, looking at the sleeping Zandrek. This guy was sleeping soundly - but the radio waves were weak. "The way you clamped it just now... I guess Zandrek has done this more than once?"

Obiron froze, then nodded heavily.

"Your Excellency has never made a mistake on the battlefield before,"

It said in a low voice,
"Even if it recognizes aliens as its own, refuses to accept its current body, pretends to still be able to eat, ignores assassins within ten steps, issues strange commands and meaningless chants, ignores assassinations by other lords, and makes useless disguises, but it—"

Obiron made a series of crackling sounds, as if he was trying to take a deep breath, but his metal body could only make a series of harsh crackling sounds.

"But it always remembered me, trusted me, and—never made a mistake in war."

“But it missed the mark this time.”

Trazyn said, seeming to sympathize with the plight of its kind, the Infinite One squatted down and looked at Obiron at eye level.

"Zandrek the Crowned One made a mistake in this war."

Obiron was silent. For the first time, Hades read the emotion of despair in the Necrons. He even felt that part of the Nightbringer in his body was excited.

Hades said nothing, suppressed his emotions, and continued to serve as Trazyn's background.

As a blessing in disguise, he seemed to be more sensitive to other people's emotions, although it was of no use.

"You may know better than me what the crowned person will face next."

Trazyn said that it thought it was forcing Obiron to choose it, but for some reason, it always felt a stinging pain somewhere in its body. For a necrophile, this was sad, extremely sad.

It is also sad that a kind army cannot be commanded.

The arcs on the cross section of Obiron's body were crackling. Of course, it knew -

The reason why the Storm King ignored Xandrek's madness and disrespect was because the Crowned One had never lost a battle.

As for the nobles under the position of the Crowned One Zandrek, they were all watching with eager eyes. They watched the old general go mad and hovered around him like hungry tigers, always waiting for Zandrek to make a mistake, and then - pull him down from his high position and tear him into pieces.

Obiron lowered his head and stared at his master. A good king guard should not have his own thoughts and be ready to die for his master at any time, but Zandrek deliberately cultivated his autonomy, taught him how to fight, and sometimes even gave him the command of the war.

Although Obiron's first time commanding a war burned a lot of its memories.

Obiron suddenly realized that perhaps the Crowned One had already realized the coming of such a day, and that was why he handed over the command to it, to Obiron.

Wang Wei felt as if he was falling into an icy cave.

It is absolutely impossible for it to do this on its own. It does not have Zandrek's talent for war - the Crowned One's talent for war is among the best. It also does not have Zandrek's decisiveness and intuition. It can't.

Their fate is to go to the final destruction in their self-consumption, become "isolated ones", and then be abandoned by the Storm King.

The rest of the lunatics stepped on their corpses to rise to power, and even though this race has no future at all, they are still addicted to endless wars, infighting and expansion.

Obiron thought of Zandrek who was full of vigor and told him that he was enjoying the immortal war.

It wanted to cry but had no tears, that was just deceiving itself, the Necrons had never been favored by the immortal, and they were also wearing out.

If there hadn't been a biological transformation ritual, Obiron thought, it would have died on a battlefield long ago.

Or maybe the old general would be merciful and let it go back, and Obiron would get a territory based on his military merits. He could also choose to be a small lord, start a family with another healthy and strong necrophile, raise a few children, one of whom would inherit his position, and he would send it to the battlefield personally, and then he would spend the short twenty years of his life there, and finally die from the torture of concurrent multiple cancers.

but now……

Obiron looked around blankly. The hot wind that was enough to carbonize the skin of carbon-based creatures was just warm wind to his naked body. He collapsed on the corpse of his own people who should have died long ago, with Zandrick who was slowly dying in his arms.

The ritual of biological transformation is another kind of cancer that is even longer and more cruel. It is like the last breath of the deceased before death, which is infinitely stretched to the limit.

But you know, sooner or later it will die, nothing lasts forever.

"what can I do?"

The electronically simulated sound is intermittent. Without the addition of a special module, the Necrons cannot even make a more vivid sound.
"What else can I do?"

Obiron asked,
"I am just a commoner who climbed up by luck and the favor of the lord. I was rewarded with the best equipment, and I successfully blocked 3,765 assassinations for the lord. Countless Death Seal troops died under my command. I successfully defended the Crowned One countless times. I was obedient and loyal - but - but - but -"

"but……"

Obiron lowered his head.
“But what else can I do? Perhaps death is a good ending, but I cannot make a decision for the Crowned One. The Crowned One will not choose death—it would rather go crazy than accept reality. And I cannot die early either, as this would be an incompetent performance.”

Silence, only the sound of wind mixed with the roar of the Star God could be heard.

"Maybe I can think of a way."

Trazyn spoke heavily.
"I have a star god here who is willing to cooperate with me - if you want to stop the rushing river, you need to find its source."

Trazyn looked at Hades, and Obiron looked at him warily. Hades blinked and opened his hands.
"I'll follow your arrangements, but I also have a question."

"You said."

Obiron said hoarsely.

Hades never forgets his original intention.

"Why did you come to Magnus?"

he asked.

"..."

"According to the residents of the nearby galaxy, there is a kind and generous alien wise man here."

Obiron said,

"Ever since our last dispute with the other Crowned One, the Master has been trying to comfort me - he wants to save me from the illusion that we are 'metal creatures' and he thinks I am too nervous."

Obiron paused.

"But actually, I also want to ask him if there is any way to restore data, personality, or delay the wear and tear."

"Did he give you an answer?"

Obiron shook his head.

"There is no answer - it is doomed to fail - what are you?"

"Humanity,"

Hades said, "Don't listen to Trazyn's nonsense. I am 100% human, but I like to nibble on some Star God fragments and take away their skills and knowledge."

Obiron was silent. He glanced at Trazyn.

"Star Gods always love to lie."

Obiron said, "I think all the Necrontyrs will never forget the price of lies, Trazyn the Infinite."

Trazyn was not offended, but stared at Obiron seriously.
"Then you don't have to choose. I believe in my path, and I have changed my mind. I have always respected the fear of death who still have emotions. I don't want to force you... But I think there is only one way left for you, Obiron."

Trazyn reached out and used the detector to check the unconscious Zandrick again.
"It can't stand dying again. Once it dies, it will completely lose its original personality data and be replaced by a low-level automatic spirit."

Obiron once again exuded an aura of utter despair.

"bring it on,"

Wang Wei said,
"Come, come, I have been persuaded to betray my Lordship—I have believed I should never betray it."

"You didn't betray it,"

Trazyn consoled him, signaling Hades to hurry up.
"I feel your loyalty and sense of duty to him... You are a good warrior, Obiron."

(End of this chapter)