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

Chapter 703 151. Under the Shadow of the Gods

Abaddon...

Abaddon...

"Abaddon..."

Blood gushed out of the World-Devourer's mouth and nose along with a devil-like roar. The narrow webway was hideous and looked endless like the bloody mouth of hell.

The chainsaw axe hummed in Kahn's hand, but the sound was no longer smooth like when it was running well. Instead, it was rough, just like Kahn's current stiff behavior.

The World Eaters are always fighting.

Never stopped.

The armor on his left arm had been removed long ago, and a chain covered in blood and rust was tied to his muscular arm. Kahn walked slowly, trying to recover his energy as much as possible.

Abaddon committed the unforgivable sin.

Along with the Blood-Fallen Alpha, he showed Kahn a crude imitation of Angron's creation, a muscular monster blessed by the Blood Lord - Kahn could not describe his feelings when he saw that creation.

As if to humiliate the World Eater, the monster even had buzzing spikes on its head.

All he knew was that by the time he reacted, the World Eaters ship he led had already crashed into Abaddon's ship, and he himself was covered in blood, holding a battle axe in his hand, with blood all over his eyes.

He wanted to kill Ahbaton.

Kahn's bones made a soft, crisp sound, his killing intent was so strong, the whispers of the Blood Lord murmured in his ears, but Kahn never bowed his head.

He always kept in mind the glory of the Lord of Red Sand.

He had been chasing Abaddon, but Abaddon had been on the run.

Once, a bloody Khârn appeared at the bedside of Abaddon the Despoiler, but when he was about to chop off his head with an axe, Abaddon narrowly avoided it.

After that, finding Abaddon became more difficult.

But Kahn had been chasing them all the time, shuttling between the webways, and sometimes, after seizing a Black Legion ship, he would directly jump into the warp to carry out the massacre. He even escaped death from the hands of Bloodfall Alpha seven times.

He kept killing, letting the pursuit soak into his brain like brain matter, forgetting time and space - only in this way could Kahn escape from the extreme pain for a moment.

He felt pain.

On Baal, the Betrayer Khârn disobeyed the Primarch's orders for the first time. He was willing to enter the Blood Prison with the Lord of Red Sand and guard the fallen archangel forever.

……

The setting sun in Baal was blood-red, the red desert was blowing with gusts of wind and sand, and the sky was full of red sand, but it was not the wind and red sand of Nusrea.

The tall figure walked down the dungeon, and the last door slowly closed. Kahn smelled blood, and Angron's injury was still not healed.

In the farewell team, Kahn suddenly jumped out of the team and leaped towards the last closed door!

"Father!!!"

The last figure turned around, a relieved smile bloomed on his face, and a violent emotional shock hit Kahn in an instant, and darkness suddenly enveloped him.

The Lord of Red Sand finally left.

……

Only Kahn was left.

Swinging his axe, he chopped off another similar head. One of the exits connecting this section of the webway seemed to be the territory of the Blood Lord, but Kahn didn't care.

He killed crazily, almost crazier than the believers of the Blood Lord, but Kahn was always loyal. As long as that person ordered him to put down the Blood Axe and stop killing living beings, Kahn would be willing to do so.

During the years when Angron was still nailed, Khârn helped the World Eater's father as much as he could...

And after Angron removed the nails, the Lord of Red Sand taught them even warmer feelings, and under Angron's leadership, the World Eaters were no longer just the war dogs of the past, with strict military discipline, and they understood more about what brotherhood and friendship between the military and civilians are.

They should become an army that ensures that the weak will not be used for the pleasure of the strong.

They want everyone to live with dignity, rather than being thrown into the arena and becoming playthings.

While watching Sanguinius and Guilliman working frantically, Angron had even begun to plan the future for every member of the Legion.

He pays attention to the spiritual health of his warriors. The Lord of Red Sand has always believed that a strong and perfect spirit is the real barrier against chaos.

Angron did not approve of the methods of the Emperor or Sanguinius. Faith was like making a weak spirit curl up behind a high wall. This was one method, but the Lord of Red Sand expected every soul to become truly powerful.

As his most trusted offspring, Kahn became the subject of Angron's "psychological experiment". Kahn believed that period would be the best years of his entire life. They fought side by side, discussed life and tactics, and the Primarch was committed to allowing Kahn to gain strength from his own spiritual world, which was enough to resist the power of Chaos.

Angron wanted him to discover his own power.

The experience in Nuceria made the Primarch believe that even mortals like ants could have the spiritual power to fight against the entire world.

but……

The catastrophe occurred.

Angron left.

Kahn is still alive.

In the years that followed, he continued to work and fight as usual. There was still a lot to do, and Kahn could not stop. The powerful spiritual world he had built up in the past came into play at this moment. Although he was very, very painful, Kahn still moved forward.

Until that day, he saw the blasphemous creature of flesh and blood.

The last string in Kahn's heart broke.

He was sure that his soul and spirit collapsed for a moment, and then they reassembled again, and the rage of anger, regret and self-blame burned fiercely, devouring reason and future, leaving him only anger and loyalty.

Angron was the only one left in the Empire, and his last psychological experiment failed.

But it worked. After thousands of years of temptation and corruption, Kahn never wavered once.

Kahn's memory had long been blurred. The fallen space marines and demons in front of him went from being various to being uniform. They gradually became similar in appearance.

At the end of the memory line, Kahn was even surprised to find that there was greenskin blood on his axe.

? !
Kahn suddenly shuddered and stopped abruptly. He felt a strong murderous intent - and before this, there was only one existence that could make him so shy.

Blood Red Alpha.

Kahn tried to walk as lightly as possible. He judged that the Fallen Primarch was just around the next corner. It might be a clone, but it didn't matter. Alpha's clone was powerful enough to kill him instantly.

[Shh. 】

The voice came from behind!
？ ！！

Kahn turned his head sharply and saw a dark face. His body reacted faster than his brain. He swung his axe at the attacker but was immediately caught.

Kahn's arms and battle axe looked like toys in the opponent's hands.

Kahn stared at the Primarch in front of him in amazement—

The Fire Dragon Lord's eyes were filled with tears at this moment, and the Primarch pulled him backwards easily but somewhat clumsily.

[Kahn, you should go back.]

Vulkan spoke softly, as if he was worried that his actions might hurt Kahn, which formed a sharp contrast with his great strength.

Khârn stared at the Primarch in confusion, only to discover that under Vulkan's feet there was the mud of Nurgle's Garden - even though the mud had been burned dry by the incinerator.

Vulkan looked to have just fought a battle with the forces of Nurgle.

The Fire Dragon Lord looked at Khârn, who seemed to be soaked in a pool of blood. He felt extremely sad. His brother Angron was such a good brother, but now his offspring was carrying the sorrow of losing his primarch and had fallen into depravity.

But even so, his strong yet gentle brother taught warriors who would not succumb to Chaos.

Kahn still stared at Vulkan blankly, not knowing what the Fire Dragon Lord was talking about.
Vulkan took a deep breath. He heard the footsteps of Blood Red Alpha. Through his perception of life, the Primarch determined that it was a clone.

The clones are easier to beat.

He had already fought with the original form of Omega of the Rancid before, and Nurgle was staring at him intently.

[Angron,] Vulkan said, [Angron, your gene-father, is coming back.]

"..."

Kahn opened his mouth wide, no sound coming out of his throat. He struggled hard and finally coughed out a few words.

"Really?"

【real,】

Vulkan said that in order to make Kahn understand, he deliberately said the name that made him feel uncomfortable.
[Hades, Hades is back, Guilliman is back too - they are heading for Baal.] [Go, child.]

Vulkan said, yanking Khârn behind him and throwing him to the Custodes behind him - Vulkan hated those Custodes, but his own troops could not keep up with the Primarch like the Custodes.

Then Vulkan raised his hammer.

…………

"Today's weather: Nurgle's corrupted rain; Luck: Don't go out, but make strategic plans; Kahn: There is no Kahn within an eight-mile radius."

Abaddon pressed down the servoskull that was broadcasting, and stared at his visitor warily, wet mud gushing out and flowing over his slightly swollen body, as if it had been burned by flames, but looking a little disheveled.

Abaddon then stood up from his seat as commander and gave a brief, reluctant salute to the visitor.

Rancid Omega grunted and laughed, forgiving Abaddon's disrespect.

"Sir Omega, what brings you to come all the way to the Black Legion?"

【Don't be stupid, Abaddon.】

Omega said hoarsely,
【He is back, and Slaanesh is dead.】

The name of Slaanesh surprised Abaddon for a moment. Before this, they were not allowed to call Slaanesh directly, but now - Slaanesh was dead.

"Chaos confirmed his death?"

Abaddon asked, Gods can die? Or is this just another word game?
[The beginning and end of his death have been confirmed, and the new life and death are connected to complete the closed loop... The false emperor's method is very clever, and he prevented Slaanesh from resurrecting. ]

"So……"

Abaddon glanced at Omega. Would Nurgle be next? After all, all the creatures of the Warp had witnessed Mortarion's attack on the garden.

[My Lord is injured... but he will never die. New life, death and corruption are connected, and the stagnant and corrupted sky will never disperse.]

"But His authority can be divided, He can be replaced, and His name will be used in His place."

Abaddon said calmly that Mortarion had shown them that death had left the three rings and that new life was also in a half-missing state.

Don't underestimate Abaddon's information network. He knew that after Mortarion left the Garden, Nurgle had been tracking Vulkan, the other Primarch of Life.

The words of the Great Plunderer obviously angered Omega, and the Primarch, who kept spewing mud, walked towards Abaddon, and the breath that was enough to kill an ordinary Space Marine drifted into Abaddon's nostrils.

The Primarch stood beside Abaddon, a shadow falling.

Abaddon was not afraid, Slaanesh was already dead! Before he could figure out where to lead his army to hide, he was already dead!
Nurgle was seriously injured. If Nurgle really didn't want the catastrophe to befall them, then they should learn to cooperate with Abaddon.

[Such rude words...even a forgiving father cannot stand it, Abaddon...give me a reason not to twist off your head. ]

"The technical sergeants within my legion recently discovered how to power the black stone obelisk within the Eye of Silence."

The Eye of Silence was formed by the Battle of Cadia ten thousand years ago. The impact before Pluto fell into sleep caused all the planets in that star field to fall into complete silence, and no living being with a soul could stay here for long.

Ten thousand years later, with the passage of time, that star field has resumed its normal spiritual energy fluctuations. Only the center is still inaccessible. However, due to the empire's indifference to this star field for ten thousand years, it is still a useless forbidden area in the eyes of humans.

Some stubborn believers of the Underworld Cult would go there for pilgrimage, but there was no benefit at all, so it was just a spontaneous act of the Underworld Cult believers, and those who went on pilgrimage often died directly in the Soulless Zone.

"With the help of Blackstone Fortress, I can reverse the polarity there."

Blackstone Fortress can draw psychic energy from the Warp at high intensity to complete the initial energy infusion.

Omega was silent for a moment, then he started laughing.

But Abaddon still heard the sarcasm and contempt in it.
[The Lord of Filth has returned. Didn't you see the scene where he killed Slaanesh? It was just a momentary impact. What's the point? ]

"What if I said there was a whole swarm heading there?"

Some planets within the Eye of Silence are occupied by simple life forms. Since higher life forms cannot evolve, the land there is lush with grass and water.

? !
【What do you want to say? 】

Abaddon did do something. After Hades' resurrection, he felt himself becoming thinner and thinner. He initially expected Chaos to give Hades a warning, but later he found that all this was in vain.

He began to think about how to give himself a decent ending, or finally deal a severe blow to the empire.

The Imperium could not forgive Abaddon the Despoiler, and Abaddon did not need the Imperium's forgiveness. He would vent the rage and doubts of the Sons of Horus ten thousand years ago.

"As long as it does not affect their evolution, the swarm does not care whether they are infected with diseases."

"With the help of the Blackstone Obelisk's psychic transmission, we can alienate the Zerg's subspace projection. As long as it does not affect the evolution of the Zerg, we can even make the alienation effective. The rapidly developing Zerg will naturally replicate and evolve similar subspace projections in large quantities. With the speed of Tyranid development, this is enough to refill the part of the subspace that was cut off by the sickle."

"and……"

Abaddon looked at Omega with a fake smile.

"I think in the name of the noble Omega, the loving father should provide some bacteria and diseases that can attach to the Tyranids?"

Omega fell silent.

He will.

He continued to remain silent, and Abaddon's proposal mixed with the purpose of his visit, gradually cooking into a delicious thick soup.

Abaddon spoke again.
"So what do you want here?"

Omega's eyes flashed back to the thief who came to steal his father's skills when Mortarion attacked the garden.

The thief possesses two doses of poison, one that kills all the Primarchs, and another that is strong enough to kill Hades.

But that guy is too cautious... The next place he appears is...

【We need to make Baal messy.】

Omega chuckled.

…………

【News from the Imperial Guards,】

Guilliman said to Hades and Mortarion, who were unconscious on the left and right among the pile of documents.
After a brief period of depression, Guilliman decided to play his role, take on the responsibilities and obligations of Regent, and enrich himself and others with work.

Therefore, Guilliman immediately and carefully assigned the two of them official documents that would be enough to bring out the full strength of Mortarion and Hades.

Hades and Mortarion did not want to work. They tried to avoid the tasks that should have been completed, but Guilliman, who was crowned emperor, was no ordinary man.
After his depression, he has learned how to take on new authority.

When it comes to government affairs, Guilliman has absolute control.

Whoever he wants to work for has to come and work for him.

Guilliman activated [Overlord]! After a brief moment of confusion, Mortarion found that the desk automatically moved to his side.

When you don't go to work, your desk will come to you.

The Primarch still wanted to escape reluctantly, but under Guilliman's overly terrifying gaze, the pen automatically jumped into Mortarion's hand.

It was a very terrifying look, and Mortarion even understood for a moment why others were so afraid of Mortarion's own hazy eyes.

Guilliman, who is usually serious and rational, had only resentment and depth in his eyes at that moment, like the eyes of a mummy who died suddenly ten thousand years ago due to overwork, even more fake than a fake human.

Mortarion needs to understand one thing, although he did single-handedly support the Storm Star Region and accomplish many great deeds.

But during those two thousand years, it was Guilliman who handled all the official documents in the three star regions, including the malicious documents from the Emperor.

Then, using this method, Guilliman successfully made Corax find that the desk was right in front of his bed when he woke up, and Curze was fixed to the side of the desk, where the trash can was usually placed.

So that Corax can keep watch over it.

Guilliman even gave the wailing Curze a stack of improvement plans for the Night Lords Legion.

And Koz was wailing.
【Sai! Sai! Sevatar! 】

It's useless. Sevatar had already been borrowed by Guilliman to do some work.

Curze began to miss the Emperor, and Malcador. At least Malcador would just beat him up with money instead of stuffing official documents into his hands.

Guilliman coughed twice more, and was satisfied to see Hades raise his eyes to look at him.

Hades came over to share the workload with Mortarion because Mortarion's silent resentment was too noticeable.

【The Guards are going to Baal.】

Guilliman said, staring at the gilded letter in his hand.

[The Lord of Mankind is not confident in the Archangel, so the Guards Valdor will arrive at Baal to help us unseal.]

(End of this chapter)