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

Chapter 662 110. Trazyn! Win!!!
"If you feel uncomfortable... you can temporarily shut down your sensor."

The wind whistled, and Trazyn tugged at the little cloak he had left and added silently.

Next to it was Obiron, who was gripping the ground with his hands, as if he couldn't wait to pounce on Hades and fight him to the death.

Hearing the words of the Infinite One, Obiron trembled violently.
"Thank you, but no need..."

It said that the light in its eyes became brighter.

Opposite the half-body Obiron and the squatting Trazyn was Hades who was trying to protect the Zandrick database.

As the Star God's skills were released, black mist and silvery-white liquid overflowed together, like some kind of medium with vitality, drilling into the body of the Necromancer along the broken shell of the Crowned One, clinging to the cables, climbing on them, exploring and repairing Zandrek's thought circuits.

After an unknown amount of time, the black fog finally dissipated, revealing Hades' frowning face.

"It's fine for now,"

Hades paused and looked at the two Necrons who were watching.

"But it's severely worn out. The runes on the thought circuit are already blurred. I have repaired the most basic parts, but the part involving personality..."

"This part is completely different for each Necron. I haven't seen Zandrek's original rune array, so I can't repair it, but I have applied stricter protection to its personality array. To be honest, its personality array is quite... perhaps it can be described as rich?"

Hades has only seen one person whose grid formation is higher than Zandrek's so far - that is Trazyn, who is squatting in front of him. The battle just now has exhausted the Infinite One.

Hades even suspected that Trazyn's personality array was still updating, but Trazyn did not allow him to continue to look closely.

"but,"

Hades walked around Zandrick and walked to Obiron. Half of this big brother's body was still flashing with lightning. He had just offered to repair Wang Wei, but was rejected. Obiron asked him to save the crowned man first.

Obiron subconsciously felt nervous. Pluto was smaller than the other C'tan fragments, but still larger than the tallest Necrons, and its shadow covered it.

"I would suggest that the Crowned One reduce the use of multiple thought arrays. In layman's terms, it should not command large-scale battlefields so many times. Even though the circuits of the Space Overlord are more advanced, after all, its size is still there. A large-scale war can easily overheat its bottom-level circuits, thus accelerating the loss of the upper-level personality."

Hades spread his hands.
"I know you don't trust the Star Gods or humans - but on the honor of Trazyn, I just can't stand you always jumping around here."

"Such a shameless man!"

Trazyn cursed, but Hades decisively ignored it. Drops of liquid metal floated up, and Hades simply molded a lower body for Obiron.

Obiron remained silent. It seemed that the Necromancer did not want to communicate with the being it identified as a star god. Obiron stumbled to his feet, still looking at Hades fiercely.

It nodded slightly to Hades, then limped towards the crowned man immediately.

Hades looked at Trazyn again, questioning with his eyes.

The Endless One was silent for a moment, then shook his head and hurried over to check on Zandrick with Wang Wei.

God of Silence, it has never met such a capable general. Compared with Zandrek, the other crowned ones are like pigs.

"You guys go back first."

Trazyn said,

"As for the next matters... we will discuss them after the Crowned One wakes up."

"..."

Obiron silently picked up Zandrek and saluted the Infinite One.
"Thank you for your understanding, Master Endless."

Obilon said hesitantly,
"I can't make a decision, but I think the Crowned One will understand you. I also understand what you want to do. I will try to persuade the Crowned One."

“I feel sad about this, too,”

Trazyn took over.

"For a necrophile of the Crowned's stature...many things are indeed not something an individual can avoid."

Zandrek is not like Trazyn. Being in the Storm King's dynasty, he is in the position of the crown bearer, so he must prove himself with one victory after another. Once he fails... the crown bearer in a high position will immediately fall into hell.

This was originally the custom of the Necrontyr. The Necrontyr nobles could only live to around 20 to 30 years old, and 40 years old was considered a long life. Therefore, there were generals among them who had never been defeated in their entire lives.

At the same time, the competition is also very fierce, because for many necrophiles, there is only one chance.

After becoming a Necron...all hell breaks loose.

Taraxin thought and nodded to Obiron. Wang Wei was very sober and left two pieces of their star god fragments for Taraxin.

"but!"

Trazyn suddenly raised his voice.
"Obiron, I mean, Obiron, abandoning your identity and responsibilities, what do you think about it?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Obiron was stunned. He looked towards Trazyn, who was standing on the top of a mountain with countless Necron corpses. The Infinite One suddenly opened his arms, and the strong wind made his torn cloak flutter.

"all of these!"

Trazyn said, beyond Trazyn's radiation-blackened shell, Obiron saw the densely packed Necron army that was evacuating under its and Trazyn's control.

Obiron laughed.

"Me? I never think about these things-"

"too painful."

It bowed again, and left with the old general in a somewhat dazed manner.

Hades and Trazyn watched as Zandrek's army retreated. When the last of the old general's soldiers disappeared,

"got it."

Hades suddenly spoke, and Trazyn beside him was startled.
"What? What did you get?!"

"Zandrek's authority key. The crown-wearer's rank in the Sotek Dynasty is not low. We can even say that it is only below the Storm King."

"There are also several crowned men and civil servants of the same rank."

Tarasim added.

"But, no, Hades, you didn't just mean to ask me if I wanted to take their keys. Didn't I shake my head?"

"..."

Hades was shocked.

"I mean I already have them, and—you don't want the keys to them?"

Trazyn paused, then immediately said with a bluff,
"I intend to convince them with reason. You see, I have already convinced them. Don't underestimate the political art of the director of the Solemnnas Art Museum."

"what ever,"

Hades waved his hand,

"Then you use the art of politics to convince them, and I will use the key directly--"

He deliberately stretched out his voice.
"Don't! Don't don't!"

Trazyn said quickly,

"Help each other and share the resources."

"Sent to you."

Hades made an OK gesture. He realized that compared to a qualified leader, Trazyn was indeed not qualified. The Endless was obviously too emotional and impulsive.

But...it is precisely because of the Endless's sensibility and impulse that it has come to the point where it has formed an alliance with Hades today.

There are pros and cons.

If Trazyn is really cold-blooded and rational enough, then he would be a replica of the Silent King or the Storm King.

Hades watched as Trazyn continued to mobilize a large enough Necron army to retreat and recapture a general. Trazyn seemed very excited and could not stop wanting to communicate.

"Hades, what do you think of Obiron?"

"A loyal warrior, vigilant and powerful,"

Hades commented:

"Its array has been overloaded several times, and I think it has lost a lot of memory during this war, but it doesn't show it at all."

"no!"

Trazyn slapped his thigh, making a crisp sound.

"I meant something else - what do you think Obiron's last words meant?"

"..."

"I thought, this is obviously too much for him,"

Hades said, thoughtfully,
"So it chose to be a loyal warrior - no, I don't mean to criticize it. In fact, there are many people in the human army who think this way."

"This will make the soldiers more loyal, which is good for the generals."

"Sometimes making decisions and thinking are more painful than fighting, because it means taking responsibility and accepting the punishment for failed decisions. Of course, sometimes just thinking is painful enough..." Hades' voice became quieter.
“I personally think that Zandrek just can’t accept reality… and is gradually becoming half-crazy. Even though it’s worn out, there are still many obvious short circuits and disconnections in its upper-level thinking circuits.

It looked like it was in pain for a while, until the errors in the circuits connected into a pathway that allowed it to work strangely, and then it became 'normal' again."

Trazyn hissed.
"That sounds painful."

The Endless One said,

“I started to feel pessimistic.”

Hades glanced at Trazyn and didn't detect any despair, or perhaps there was some pessimism.
"It doesn't look like it."

Trazyn made a face. Damn it, why did the Endless have more facial expressions than other Necrons?

"Maybe I'm born optimistic,"

The Endless One spoke in a relaxed tone.
"In fact, the year my biological body was transformed, I was diagnosed with skin cancer. Fortunately, before I could feel the pain, I was captured by the astrologer and thrown into the furnace."

"……Congratulations?"

Hades said hesitantly,

"Congratulations, congratulations, of course it's a happy event."

Trazyn said with relief,

"I've told this joke a thousand times, and you're the only one who congratulated me, Hades."

The atmosphere was heavy and Hades wanted to sigh. The fate that the Necrons were facing now was cruel enough. If he were a Necron, he might just become a hermit - or find a place to die.

But Trazyn was able to stand up and continue to face it, and was even willing to make some more trouble. He can be considered a hero among the undead.

Hades stopped sighing and said jokingly,

"Tarasim, I see you're so relaxed... How about I give you some strength? In the last match, your performance was 4.6 times that of the opponent, so why is it still a 50-50 tie?"

"That--"

"Is that my problem?!"

Trazyn cried,
"Zandrek is just too strong! I am just a scholar——"

"You just need to practice more."

Hades interrupted the skill directly, and with one sentence, Tarasim became red-hot.

Looking at the red-skinned Taraxin, Hades suddenly remembered that there was a red-skinned guy whom he almost forgot about.

He exchanged a few more words with Trazyn, and finally Hades signaled Trazyn to retreat first. The Infinite, who was exhausted after the fight, threw down a swear word about the Necrontyr and took the Necrons back.

Looking at the devastated earth, Hades silently took out the red-skinned Magnus from the multidimensional space.

"I hope you don't think I'm abusing you? This happened so suddenly, you can see for yourself--"

Hades said, untying Magnus considerately, and pointed to the desert where the original terrain was almost unrecognizable. The Primarch's small library was still intact, like a lone boat floating on a sea of ​​tar.

【…】

What happened?

"Obviously, a war."

Hades said lightly,
"The alien friends you made don't seem to trust you very much, so they brought a lot of ambushes."

But they didn't attack me.

Magnus said word by word.

[It is your arrival that breaks the balance. ]

"You can think so."

Hades said he had no intention of debating with a scholar who was good at quibbling over words.
"But this is the fact now. I give you two choices. Pack your bags and follow me. I will go back and let your descendants help you. Your custody will be handed over to your descendants, and the empire will not cross them. "

What is the second option?

"The second option is that we fight again, and then I beat you down, tie you up and hand you over to your offspring."

【This is not a choice at all! 】

Magnus said a little angrily,
[This is not fair——]

"I suppose you want to choose the second one?"

【Do not! 】

Magnus is still noble,

[I choose the first one. 】

"Okay, then go and clean up."

But it’s still unfair.

"..."

Hades was about to be furious, but the Primarch did not leave him the chance to persuade him by force. Even though he still condemned Hades' atrocities, Magnus went back to pack his luggage without complaint.

........................

not right...

Trazyn sat alone in the command room, sitting upright, but his fiddling fingers revealed his inner anxiety.

Something is definitely wrong...

Trazyn thought, recalling every detail of the battle with the old general.

The Crowned One charged forward, followed by a perfect, impeccable slash, which Trazyn dodged with a roll, and Zandrek seemed to be stunned for a moment. Was it then?

No, Trazyn thought, Zandrek was probably stunned by the Endless's unique evasion method. After all, the Crowned One was a professional.

Then came the sudden and torrential attack. Although Hades had enhanced Trazyn's reaction ability, Zandrick still forced Trazyn into a desperate situation step by step by relying on his prediction and positioning.

But - at that moment.

Trazyn mobilized the fragments in his mind, frame by frame, squinting his eyes and seeing that tiny fluctuation.

That's the moment!

The Endless rose suddenly to its feet, convinced that for a moment something had happened to the Crowned One - that Zandrek had become older and more worn as a result - and then there was a massive uprising of the Crowned One's army!
What exactly is that?
Hades, Trazyn thought. No, it wasn't Hades. Some other being had intervened on the battlefield, and it seemed to be helping them for the time being.

What on earth is that???
..............................

"It seems we are late."

Big Front Fang spoke in a gruff voice, but no greenskin responded. The Muggle Boy beside him stood in front of the porthole in surprise, staring at their destination.

Stuart Planet Q05

The planet, which should have been a reddish earth, was now scorching and scarred. Active volcanoes that could be seen with the naked eye in orbit covered an entire continent. Mountains that were completely inconsistent with geography and physics rose from the ground and scattered across the continent like building blocks thrown casually by a child.

Huge scars run across the planet, and there is no sign of any life activity on it.

"incredible……"

The Magboy said slowly,

"I'm sure this isn't the power of a wise man. The fluctuation of spiritual energy is very weak."

"..."

"Hades?"

Big Front Tooth and Mag Boy looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"Yes or no……"

Muggleboy said,
"He... no... Hades is cooperating with any race other than humans or orcs again?"

........................

Damn Trazyn.

Orikan wiped his face, cracks in time flickering across his metal shell.

Little did anyone know, it had just saved the galaxy from the greenskins.

But—it wasn't originally intended to rescue stupid Trazyn.

Orikan sat on the chair in a tired posture, feeling dizzy from the rapid loss of energy. On the other side of the alien, Tian Khan stood there without saying a word, his hand on the White Tiger Sword at his waist.

(End of this chapter)