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

Chapter 675 123.? ? ? ?
"You don't think we can win?"

Kirkland said so, the sage bent down, twisted his mechanical head forty-five degrees, and looked at Malcador who was resting with his eyes closed in front of him in an inhuman posture.

"You are hastening your fleet, Lord Malcador, and your fleet has already surpassed the ranks of the Death Gods - or are you in a hurry?"

Kirkland pointed out this fact, and Malcador's eyelids twitched, before the old man opened his eyes, his eyes filled with impatient murderous intent.

Kirkland pretended not to see it and turned his head forty-five degrees in another direction.

"The Eldar fleet is not easy to deal with."

Malcador's voice was hoarse. The previous battle made the Imperial Regent realize the flexibility of the Eldar warships, and he really wanted to reach the battlefield as soon as possible - Malcador did not want the Lion to meet up with the Imperial army before him.

"I was just one step faster than him. Ha, the Death Guard are always slow, aren't they?"

"Then you will be disappointed this time,"

Kirkland said,

"When we arrive at the battlefield, we will see the wreckage of the Eldar warships floating in the air - this is the power of Pluto."

Malcador sneered, as if he was listening to a funny joke.

Kirkland then changed the subject.

"Why are you so anxious? Is there someone on the battlefield of the Eldar that you care about?"

Kirkland took a step closer, and the sage grabbed the back of the chair where Malcador sat. He was obviously being too rude and naughty, but Kirkland never cared - it was not like he would die.

"what exactly is it……"

The sage whispered,

"What makes you so anxious... could it be that it has the power to defeat Hades?"

"Let me guess. Is it in Comoros now? Is it Slaanesh? Or something else?"

Malcador closed his eyes and ignored Kirkland's questions.

At the same time, Kirkland's body made a huge metallic cry, as if the metal was broken abruptly, but Kirkland laughed even more wildly.

"False gods."

The sage said unscrupulously.

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【Toughness】

Luther was silent for a moment. He looked at the Primarch in astonishment, and finally spoke slowly.
"…It's the Demonic Patterner."

He said it was as if he had gone back ten thousand years.

At that point, they all took a wrong step.

He should have believed the lion.

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【past】

【Caliban】

"He hasn't come back yet."

Astelan said, turning his head and staring at Luther, his deep eye sockets full of faith.

"hold on."

Luther replied, he gave up looking at the sky and turned to look at the place where the forest used to be -

It was once lush and green, with tall trees that made people feel chilled at the sight of them. It was in the depths of the darkest forest that he found him - a miracle.

He took the child back, named him Lion Jonson, taught him the ways of chivalry, and let the sword of the knight tame the beast.

Jonson was growing up fast, and he had truly considered him proud. He had watched his swordsmanship become superb, and he had watched him grow into an outstanding knight at an unimaginable speed... and into an outstanding leader.

...Leader, that should have been Luther's position.

This thought once gently arose in Luther's mind, but looking at his adopted son who was good enough, he slowly let go of this obsession.

Later, the Empire came, and Lion's biological father found the Lion, who unquestionably pledged his loyalty to the Emperor.

Luther said nothing. The coming of the Empire had changed too many things. Like other Calibans, he was still struggling to adapt to these changes. The Empire had brought too many things, including ships that were powerful enough to reach the sky.

……Boat.

Luther thought, Lion took away all the ships on Caliban and imprisoned the Calibans in the cage of gravity, but where did the lion go?

Since a certain day, Caliban has received more than one distress signal from the outside world, mixed with human screams and roars, as well as blasphemous voices - those voices are creepy, like evil spirits crawling out of hell.

The chaotic distress signals almost blocked all the frequencies that Caliban could receive, but the people imprisoned on Caliban could not know the full picture of the incident.

They were anxiously waiting on this land, and Caliban began to become treacherous and profound. This seemed to be a punishment for the Empire's unauthorized exploitation of the forest. The darkness that was originally confined in the dense forest was released.

The people of Caliban were dissatisfied and noisy. They simply believed that the mining by the Imperial Mechanicus had destroyed the balance of Caliban. They clamorously asked where the Lord of Caliban had gone and why he had left his people in a corner?

As the Lion's agent on Caliban and an exile, Luther suppressed demonstrations and marches time and time again. Before the rebels' secret gatherings even began, they were discovered by Luther and wiped out.

Luther chased those dissatisfied footsteps again and again, and every swing of the sword brought him closer to the truth. He gradually saw the darkness under the Caliban Forest.

What exists beneath this planet?

What exactly is that?
Luther didn't know, but he knew there was evil and abnormality there. What puzzled him was that the Lion King Leon had spent a long time alone in the forest, and he was the one who knew best what existed in the forest.

Then why did the Lion allow the Empire to develop the Caliban Forest? Why did he agree to fight the beast? He knew that this would release the creatures in the forest - so why?
Luther thought, why? Using the power and weapons in his hands, Luther forcibly prohibited the Imperial Mechanicus from continuing to develop the forest. He looked at the forest that had already become sparse, and was extremely confused.

But he still maintained his silent stance and attitude. After finishing his official duties during the day, Luther would listen to every captured communication at night, trying to find the original body's message to them.

He listened to it one segment at a time until the screams in the communication gradually disappeared. For a while, the communication channel was terrifyingly quiet.

But he still didn't receive any news from the lion.

Luther began to feel disappointed and began to doubt, not to mention that Astelan whispered in his ear day after day that this old man from Terra had looked down on lions from the beginning.

Just wait.

In anxiety and confusion, time dripped from the hourglass little by little, but the lion seemed so distant that it had never existed. However, the forest that was approved for felling silently indicated that it had existed and would always exist.

More and more Calibanites expressed their dissatisfaction, and the Space Marines were also drawn into the vortex on Caliban. After a brief period of silence, more and more lunatics walked out of the forest. They were slowly sliding into the abyss, and the pressure of the dripping drops squeezed Luther, and he began to feel a little overwhelmed.

He completely gave up the idea of ​​waiting for the lion and tried to make himself stronger instead.

Because of his age, he hadn't completed the Space Marine surgery that year, which made him look older... and weaker.

Luther began to come into contact with Caliban's power, and the light of psychic energy shone between his fingers. Although it was a little difficult, it represented another beginning.

And on the first day he mastered his psychic powers, an old man suddenly appeared from the shadow of Caliban.

That was... Malcador.

A hundred years later, they contacted the Empire again, but Luther didn't know at that time that they were about to fall into the abyss.

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【now】

"The Magic Patterner hopes to capture Lord Leon who is still in Comoros."

Luther said simply,
"Lord Lion brings with him a being coveted by the Mage Rune - Fallen Angels exist for this very reason. We are committed to making the Mage Rune pay the price he deserves."

Fallen angel... Mortarion thought, it seems that he is a warrior who knows where the lion is.

【so,】

Mortarion concluded,
[You are not here to help the Empire defeat the Youngest Queen, just because we have the same destination, right? ]

Luther nodded heavily. He thought the next conversation would be difficult, so he spoke quickly.
"Eradication of the Eldar is also the goal of the First Legion. We are not—"

Mortarion interrupted Luther, but acted relaxed.

【Simple,】

Mortarion said lightly,

[Before marching into Comoros, I asked Hades to take Malcador——]

The god of death made a gesture of wiping his neck.
[Does this satisfy you, old knight? ]

Mortarion asked, but Luther was vague.
"grown ups……"

The knight said,
"You should be careful of Malcador. He possesses some... strange devices that can span both the psionic and physical realms."

Mortarion was silent. The Primarch had sorted out the relationships. He thought he didn't need to be entangled in the complexity and tediousness of the First Legion. Those hatreds and persistence were rudely ignored by the Pale Lord.

In short, Malcador has a grudge against the lion, the lion is hiding in Comoros, Malcador hopes to capture the lion, and the First Legion is here to rescue the lion king.

He wondered how much Hades knew.

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Looking from the Salamanders' ship, Hades saw those guys flying out of the warp at a rapid speed.

The Emperor is above!

Those fleets moved as fast as bricks burning with golden flames, leaving afterimages on Hades' retina.

It’s ridiculous.

Hades wondered, had he imagined this before? He meant the fleets of ships powered by Necron engines, burning with golden flames.

Even if the draft was approved by Hades, and even if the superluminal inertia-free engine was made by Hades and Trazyn in collusion, Hades would still cry out blasphemy when he really saw these superluminal ships.

Looking at the burning golden fleets, Hades seemed to hear the arrogant laughter of the Lord of Mankind. Hades imagined the image of a madman sitting on a golden toilet and throwing burning bricks at the four gods.

"Send them all the data and locations."

Hades said as the warriors behind him began to work. After arriving at the battlefield, Hades quickly took over the place. Because of his arrival, the Eldar temporarily stopped their attack.

Hades got along very well with the Salamanders, which even gave Hades the illusion that the Salamanders were better than the Ultramarines, because the Ultramarines were sometimes hypocritical, but the Salamanders were not.

He lamented that he had not been able to relieve Vulkan much in the past - but there would always be a chance in the future.

Hades doesn't think they will lose. Pluto will not appear as the commander-in-chief this time. The supreme commander is Mortarion.
Only the God of Death would be locked in the strategy room, staring at the situation and pondering, while all Hades would do was to appear on the most intense battlefield and inflict heavy damage on Slaanesh.

A chess piece with the strength of [God] can move freely on the chessboard, unless the chess player steps down from the table to fight it.

But the chess players hiding in the dark have already seen the price of the outcome.

Will they try to unite with the Necrons to fight Hades next? Or will they unite with the Star Gods?

No matter what, they are destined to need help from other physical forces, but unfortunately, the forces that can rank high on the physical side do not deal well with Chaos.

Hades closed his eyes and controlled the black domain, carefully avoiding the ships burning with golden flames... allowing them to respond to the prayers from the people on this long front as much as possible.

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"Damn it Trazyn!"

Orrickan cursed. The astrologer had now become even larger, and the crown had become even more radiant. A strange and mysterious light shone on it, as if it had penetrated time and was eternal.

But now, the astrologer's single eye was wide open, its fingers trembling, and it pointed at the burning human fleet on the screen in an imageless manner.

"what is this?"

Orikan shouted,

"What is this?! Trazyn - what is this?! What did you do behind Necrontyr's back?"

Next to Orikan who was shouting in anger, another tall being was staring at the screen intently. A shiny white tiger sword was revealed between the gray wolf skin, and python skin was embedded in combat boots. The eyes of the Khan were glowing.

Khan's face is still free and easy. Compared with his other brothers, he is still young, and still as unrestrained and free as the wind.

As time went by, he became weaker and closer to his former self.

【Let nature take its course. 】

Tian Khan pondered and said,

[Misfortunes are the foundation of blessings, and blessings are the root of misfortunes. ]

"Do not!!!"

Orikan cried out,

"That damned thing betrayed the Necrontyr - I shouldn't have helped it last, last, last, last, last time! Let me see what it did after that?!"

The Primarch remained silent. The Scryer seemed to be avoiding the fact that it was now standing next to the Sky Khan. These cunning omissions made the Khan feel somewhat speechlessly ridiculous.

The astrologer stretched out his hand, and light exploded in his palm. It was now in a state of full energy - this was also the promise of the Lord of Mankind.

Ignoring Orikan and the sounds on the outside of the ship that were like the sobbing of ghosts, the howling of wolves, the roaring of resentful people, and the crying of thousands of people, Khan carefully looked at the screen again... He was delighted by the speed of the ship.

This is the reality he expected. Zhuangzi dreamed of being a butterfly. Thousands of butterflies and thousands of dreams, tens of thousands of butterflies flying together, can they catch the most dazzling one?

Khan thought, staring intently at the small screen. Beside him, Orikan screamed, as if he saw a future that was even worse because of Trazyn.

The picture gradually moves away from this cramped and dim little room. The mothership Bladestorm with white scars is in a low-energy state. The deck is soaked in blood, revealing a strange black and blue color. In those corners that no one cares about, the battle continues without end.

Farther away, aboard the Space Wolves' Heracleofen, Wolf Lord Leman Russ performed his old funeral rites for the deceased Lion Lion Elon Jonson.

After the funeral, the lion will come back to life.

(End of this chapter)