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

Chapter 683 131. Bad Luck Today: Mortarion and Trazyn

"I feel a little dizzy."

[I sometimes doubt your definition of words like "somewhat", Hades.]

The lights in the command room flickered on and off, and finally died gloriously after a series of light "pop" sounds. Everything was basically out of place. The flying chair was embedded in the ceiling, and the protective iron shell of the command desk seemed to be torn apart by a huge force, revealing the crackling and flaming cables underneath.

The observation window that was strong enough to withstand dozens of torpedoes was shattered, and cracks appeared layer by layer, converging on the side of the bow of the Endurance, where a big guy was embedded.

Hades was dizzy and tried to pull himself down from the observation window of the Endurance, but damn, one of the multiple observation windows had somehow become negative pressure, sucking him there.

The Pale Lord was standing in the command room of the Endurance, staring at Hades silently - Hades might think that there was more silence in that.

【Do you need help? 】

"No, I'll just lie down for a while."

Hades said that the extremely high intensity of radiation in the void would make him feel better, although the extreme cold and lack of oxygen were not very comfortable.

When Mortarion heard this, he seemed a little hesitant, but finally chose to believe Hades. The Primarch raised his eyes, and a brilliant light was reflected in his eyes.

Right in front of the Endurance, a huge ship sank forever. The semi-fusiform ship with a sail was roughly broken, just like a model ship that was violently broken in the hands of a child.

Explosions continued to ripple out of the screaming giant as he fell. Sometimes the color was dazzling purple, sometimes it was bright yellow. The shiny purple skin fell off his body. It seemed as if it had entered the final stage of corruption, and it kept spitting out some semi-liquid and semi-solid soft tissue from its broken mouth.

Mortarion seemed to hear the sound of its dragon spine breaking and the screams of the soul inside. Countless souls of the Eldar lived in a Craft World, but it was obvious that they were now contaminated by Slaanesh.

There are many wonders in the galaxy, and the destruction of an Eldar Craftworld is naturally one of the "wonders that delight Mortarion".

He allowed himself to stay a moment longer.

The alarm inside the Endurance was still wailing, the lighting system had long stopped working, and the Primarch heard the soldiers roaring and shouting to repair the Endurance - they did not need to work so hard, the white mist had already attached to the wounds of the Endurance like a semi-gelatinous living thing.

Perhaps this was done by Mortarion, or perhaps not, the line is unclear, or perhaps this was the work of the Endurance itself.

Countless pieces of ship debris hit the side of the Endurance, and the debris floating on the ocean would not hinder the progress of the giant ship, even if it was stained with the blood of the living.

The Primarch raised his eyes calmly, and in the distance, a ball of light like a small sun exploded. In a trance, Mortarion heard a crisp and abrupt scream in the Warp, as well as the faint, golden fighting spirit.

The naval battle on the side of the Lord of Mankind also ended. Another Craft World was destroyed by the inertia-free superluminal engine. Even though these guys had been enemies of the Necrontyr before—

But now they are all in great decline.

An Eldar Ark World has an environment that can accommodate countless Eldar, with ingenious infinite circuits and spirit bones, and solar sails that can almost cover an entire hive city to provide energy for the complete ecosystem above.

But no matter how beautiful an existence is, it will be reduced to ruins in the sight of torpedoes and light spears.

Clack clack.

The Primarch shifted his gaze and saw that the spider-web-like patterns on the porthole continued to spread. The culprit was Hades who was trying to pull himself out of the porthole.

The huge shock wave generated by the explosion of Aida's Ark directly knocked Pluto, who was assisting with gravity nearby, away and hit the Endurance in the process.

This may also be due to the fact that the Endurance just accelerated directly with zero inertia - perhaps the speed of the Endurance just now was a little faster than Hades.

"I'll fix it for you later, Lao Mo."

Hades struggled, and Mortarion calmly listened to the screams coming from the porthole of the Endurance.

Fortunately, Hades used liquid metal to block the gap in the porthole, otherwise the Primarch would have been prepared to be thrown out of the Endurance by the huge pressure difference.

Hades stood up and squatted at a sixty-degree angle on the porthole of the Endurance in a strange posture. Mortarion just stared silently at the silver porthole patch that vaguely showed a human figure. Mist floated out from under his cloak, and he felt a little dissatisfied.

"I just saw Jia Luo."

Hades said to himself,

"You should have seen this... Garro has also become more aggressive. He was just riding a Slaanesh horse in the void, trying hard to kill the horse."

This is a good thing.

The Primarch said, and the rickety door of the command room behind him slammed open, and a pale-faced Karas walked in.

"what happened?!"

The moment Karas came in, there was a deafening explosion. The Primarch thought that finally someone had expressed dissatisfaction with the porthole, but Karas' next action was to tilt his head to the side and vomit.

"Mortarion - are you crazy?! You just ran the engines at full power - you didn't even give the others on board time to react!"

After Karas vomited, he scolded the Primarch. Mortarion remained silent, feeling a little dissatisfied.

【Urgent situation.】

The Primarch said, folding his arms,

[I'll write a note about this later - add this situation to the possible emergency plan, Karas.]

"You better really do!"

Karas cursed, "And what the hell is this?!"

He pointed at the human-shaped patch on the porthole in front of Mortarion and shouted. Mortarion felt better.
【Hades did it.】

He said, watching Karas turn his face away and vomit again. This was Karas's subconscious reaction to Hades - and definitely not a side effect of the Primarch's zero-frame start acceleration.

Karas was not such a fragile person. During their first FTL test flight, Typhon only fell into a short sleep.

"Oh shit,"

Callas cursed,
"Idiots - all idiots. The Death Guard has suffered so much with you. Where is Garro? I understand him. Let him come and take me away."

[…You will be disappointed.]

Mortarion said that he firmly believed that when it came to treating his offspring, he was a thousand times stronger than the Lord of Mankind, and that Karas was just insulting him.

"Then give a warning next time before flying faster than light!"

Bang! Callas went away again, cursing.
Thanks to Hades, Mortarion thought, the Primarch stared at Hades who was squatting on the street diagonally above his head. It was Hades' presence that drove away Kharas and saved him from a quarrel, even though Hades did nothing.

【cheer up……】

Mortarion's words to Karas faded gently,
[We will soon be able to bring the war back to their territory.]

[Are you leaving? ]

The Primarch asked, and Hades, who was watching the sunset on the Ark with him, nodded. Hades was still kind. He did not choose to leave early, but dispersed Khalas for Mortarion.

"I've rested enough. I'll be back soon."

A while, in their tacit understanding, this usually means within a week.

After a period of restless darkness, only Mortarion and the human-shaped metal patch on the porthole were left.

Mortarion lowered his eyes.

Ten minutes later, after the dazzling sun set, darkness fell.

The huge black eye that almost penetrated the entire battle line opened and stared at the small ball of fire in the galaxy.

The skinny Primarch stood up, suppressing the panic and fear in his heart. He stood there, motionless. With the activation of the Blackstone Front, the second front operation was successfully completed.

Next they will begin their march towards the Webway.

With a bang, the door was pushed open again.

Oh, no.

The Primarch thought slowly that Karas had made a surprise counterattack.

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【? ? ? 】

【? ? ? 】

"wrong."

Orikan raised the Staff of Prophecy in his hand. At this moment, the radioactive ring of the staff was shining with light like the eternal sun.

The Khan stood beside Orikan, his arms folded, and sometimes the Primarch would marvel at the way the Necromancer's single-eyed face could scowl so accurately.

【how? 】

Jaghatai asked, not surprised to see Orikan nervously pacing around the room.

"He is the observer."

Astrologer Orikan said that it seemed to have thought of something.
"In my conception, the interference of the subspace is ignored, and the laws of physics are satisfied at the same time. Pluto is the perfect and only observer. At the moment of his observation, the two superimposed states collapse into a single state."

【Um? 】

"But there is a problem. Dust and fog obscure the stars. How can we cover his eyes? He can't observe in advance."

Orikan began to pace again, raising his staff to show the Primarch.

"I originally planned to imitate the Sun Rod and use light to dispel darkness, causing Pluto, the Star God, to be temporarily blinded. But then I realized that Pluto's Star God state would be more complicated. He is in a dynamic balance, and I cannot simulate him with a single Star God fragment."

Lack of data?

"Exactly."

Orikan said, and it put its hands behind its back again, as if it knew what the Primarch was asking in advance. Perhaps it had just returned from an hour later just to save a little time.

"No, the Lord of Mankind does not have this data,"

it says,

"You humans' observations and records are still too crude. Without continuous and detailed observations, they lack reference value—"

One that observes Pluto long enough, and the data must be detailed and stable enough.

Orikan suddenly paused, the energy in his body flickered, perhaps he had rewound countless times during this period, after a long time, he spoke slowly like a stuck machine,

"I must go find Trazyn."

Orikan said this almost through gritted teeth.

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【now】

"General Dai Guan, I'm glad to see you're feeling better."

Trazyn said happily, raising the cup in his hand and clinking it with the crowned man. The old general's guard Obilon stood aside, staring at them speechlessly.

There was no wine in the glass, but the old general foolishly thought there was, and perhaps Trazyn just liked doing that.

"Cough-cough-"

Zandrick shook his head exaggeratedly.
"You know I was just diagnosed with brain cancer not long ago. Maybe I should listen to Obiron and rest for a while."

Cancer is the most common disease among the Necrontyr before they transform into Necrons. Most Necrontyr die from cancer, and before they die completely, they will continue to work with multiple cancers until they can no longer work.

"Ah - I hope the Storm King will forgive you the vacation."

Trazyn said, and the old general smiled and waved his hand, saying that whatever liquid was in his cup would be spilled now.
"It? The great Storm King has no control over me! Zandrek is a free Necrontyr! I can fight wherever I want!"

They chatted for a while longer. Trazyn liked chatting with the old general. It reminded him of his days as a Necrontide, a part that even Trazyn was forgetting as time wore on.

"I hope I will have time to visit your museum later, Mr. Learned Trazyn."

"Hahahaha of course! We can--"

Trazyn shouted, and then the observation matrix picked up something,
Before it and the guard Obiron could react, the large mass of silver-gray and bright green stuff pounced directly on it. The huge inertia carried it and the group of attackers backwards. In a burst of horror, Taraxin saw the face of the attacker clearly.

"Ahahahaha! Trazyn, I got you!"

Orikan, who was much larger than Trazyn's modified mechanical body and had abundant energy flowing through his body, shouted. He grabbed Trazyn's collar almost easily and lifted him up.

"I'm very sorry, please allow me to borrow this thing for a while."

Orikan said, feeling with pleasure how Trazyn struggled in his hands, this was the result of making the wrong allies - he chose the Lord of Men, but Trazyn chose Hades.

In fact, Hades had spent enough money on Trazyn, who was now far more powerful than any Necron Orricken had ever seen.

The premise is that Orikan is not here, because the Emperor has also put in his hard work.

"Ah! Ah!"

The old general hurriedly stood up from his chair, and the guard Obiron blocked Zandrick behind him, looking warily at Orikan, who was almost twice as big as him.

"Ahhhh——!"

This was Trazyn's scream. It struggled wildly in Orrickan's hands, kicking Orrickan from time to time.

"Zandrek, I believe we have no grudge against the dynasty - and I am only borrowing Trazyn for a while, I will not cause irreversible damage to it."

"what!"

The old general slapped his head and said, "I remember now, you are the royal astrologer! I know! I know you! Go ahead!"

It chuckled and looked on kindly as Orikan roughly stuffed the struggling and wailing Trazyn into the dimensional space with one hand.

"...My Lord, are you sure everything is alright?"

Obiron asked, his eye twitching.

"no problem,"

The old general said,

"You see Lord Trazyn's struggles aren't very strong - if it wanted to break free, it would have tried to use thermal weapons long ago."

(End of this chapter)