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

Chapter 704 152. Pluto's Unfavored Son

"I have a skill."

Abaddon said,

"But it requires the cooperation of the Blood Lord."

……

"You mediocre alien, do you really want to choose such torture?"

Magboy asked softly. After all the greenskins of the same type as himself died, the surviving greenskin changed his name directly to "Magboy" to commemorate the good old days.

Strangely enough, after leaving the great Hades and the magnanimous Red Lord, the Hades Clan never again had greenskins like Magboy.
Even though Mag Boy himself tried to teach those boys with psychic talents, the humble Mag Boys never appeared again.

[Thank you for your concern, but this is the direction I chose. ]

In front of the Mag Boy in a wizard robe, a tall man with dull white hair almost gray turned around. Fulgrim looked even weaker, but the expression on his face was more relaxed.

He was sent by the Emperor to unite the greenskins and bring this clan into the territory of the Blood Lord, killing someone with a borrowed knife.

The Emperor did it on purpose. He intended to send Fulgrim, who had a very good compatibility with Slaanesh, and at the same time did not issue a return order. Fulgrim knew what the Emperor was thinking. If he were present, those authorities would probably not be attached to the Emperor.

Fugen had no dissatisfaction with this. On the contrary, he was grateful for the emperor's arrangement.

Being forced to fall by Slaanesh ten thousand years ago is still a nightmare. Over the past ten thousand years, Fulgrim has learned to accept it, but he is still unwilling to face it.

While serving as an alien advisor to the Underworld Clan, Fulgrim continued to pay attention to the Emperor's movements. In the end, the Primarch chose to unite with the Underworld Clan to help him break free from the Emperor's control.

For the Primarch, cooperation with the greenskins was previously unimaginable.

But this clan is different.

It was difficult for Fulgrim to describe his feelings while getting along with this greenskin clan. The Underworld Clan did not seem to be as war-fanatic and rude as the other greenskins. On the contrary, they attached great importance to infrastructure and education, and were keen on covering the opposite side with firepower.

Gray Phoenix sometimes woke up in the night, unsure of what kind of monster Hades and Magnus had created.

The greenskins were born under the nourishment of war. The entire race is unstable. The entire race developed for war. Generally speaking, this kind of civilization will not have the potential for long-term development.

But in this clan, Fulgrim saw some possibility... some possibility... of long-term development.

This possibility frightened Fulgrim. The speed of development and integration efficiency of the greenskins were far higher than those of humans.
And now, under the leadership of Warlord Dasfang, the Underworld Clan is stabilizing the infrastructure in the rear and launching targeted wars in the front, throwing the new generation of greenskins into the Blood Lord's territory to evolve the greenskins. Under the reality, the Underworld Clan is growing and developing at an alarming speed.

What exactly do they want to do?
A faint sense of uneasiness has always shrouded Fugen's heart, but he has no power to change it. If he insists, he should be counted as a helper of the Underworld Clan since he escaped from the emperor's control with the help of the Underworld Clan's psychic power.

He once tried to talk to the leader of the Underworld Clan, Front Fang. This greenskin was now taller than the Primarch, even reaching the size of Mortarion after his essence was liberated, and seemed to be continuing to grow.

Then Fulgrim realized that Pluto's political skills seemed to have been learned by these greenskins as well.

The greenskin warlord even knew how to play Tai Chi and feign compliance with him, but other than that, it was not as cunning as the other greenskins, and the Primarch could tell that it was working for some greater cause.

What would it be?
The Primarch's political acumen was ultimately better than that of a greenskin. Although the Warlord was making rapid progress during his conversation with Fulgrim, Fulgrim still asked something.

This warlord, who leads a unique clan, has returned to his original greenskin roots.

First, it wants to defeat Hades so that Hades will fully recognize the greenskin race and bless them; secondly, it wants its greenskin kingdom to replicate the glory of the human empire and kill the remaining false gods.

Therefore, the infrastructure of this greenskin has always been benchmarked against the human empire.

Fugen was sweating profusely.

He realized that he might be witnessing the beginnings of a great war.

But during the conversation with him, this intelligent greenskin warlord was also evolving rapidly, and Fulgrim was sure that this greenskin would not let him pass the message back.

If he went back, this greenskin would probably use the fact that he had cooperated with the greenskins to discredit him and spread the news within the empire.

But he also...

There is no motivation to do this.

Fulgrim feels sad, but now he is unwilling to return to the Empire. The pride of the former Primarch has long been taken away, and he is not even as powerful as Curze.

He didn't want humans to see his current appearance, or at least he didn't want his brothers to see his current miserable state.

The once glorious phoenix has long since faded into mediocrity. It has neither been destroyed in fire and water, reduced to utter dregs, nor has it completely transcended and mastered the path to perfection.

He is like a normal person now.

Unwilling to accept the status quo, yet powerless to change it.

This is the suffering of mediocrity.

Now Fugen didn't want to be thrown onto the stage abruptly in this state again. The spotlight was focused on him, but he only felt panic and shame.

During the years he served the emperor, he was forced to commit many crimes.

So… leaving here, in obscurity, is not an unbearable option.

Choose a corner where no one can see you and endure the pain alone.

Silent Eye is an excellent choice.

I have already made up my mind.

Fulgan said,
【Thank you for your help as well. 】

"No no no no,"

The Mag boy waved his hands quickly.

"My alien guest, it was you who made us set foot on the dream land full of war and blood. It was also you who taught us a lot. It is our wish to free you from the shackles."

Fugen was silent for a moment, staring at the magic book hanging from the black stone chain around Magboy's waist, as well as the shoulder ornaments made of scarlet and bright blue feathers. The familiar yet different style made Fugen's eyelids twitch.

No matter how many times he saw it, Fugen would never get used to it.

Unlike Warlord, Magboy is... more kind and humble, just like what Magnus described himself as.

Fulgrim also found it hard to imagine how Magnus taught the Mag-boys. Could it be that the Crimson Primarch really taught these greenskins with all his heart?

This... is very likely.

On top of that, this Muggle boy could actually undo the Emperor's human witchcraft, although these greenskins paid a price to remove the Emperor's mark.

Fulgrim took a deep breath.

[You... surprise me. I have never seen such humble and rational greenskins. ]

"This is a gift from Hades and the Red King."

Muggle said seriously, but then he became worried.

"I understand your desire to live in seclusion, but do you really want to choose the Eye of Silence? There is still a low concentration of black domain in the Eye of Silence. If you stay there for a long time, your soul will gradually wear out until it disappears completely."

This is exactly what I was looking forward to.

Fugen lowered his head and subconsciously touched the bracelet given to him by the Hades Clan. It was unbelievable. Due to the emperor's bad taste, Fugen was not allowed to wear any ornaments for aesthetic purposes except those that were functional.

After learning this, after Fulgrim broke free from the emperor's control and discarded his previous bracelet, Magboy specially gave Fulgrim a bracelet that was only for aesthetics.

Although the aesthetics... the bracelet flashing fluorescent green was engraved with the high gothic words "Thank you friends", and the slogan was still fluorescent pink. Fugen felt it was hard to describe.

Magboy knew Fulgrim's concerns, so he didn't choose the green-skin style to make things difficult for Fulgrim, but this human-like style was strange enough.

But this is... Fugen smiled. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, Fugen still put on the bracelet.

He didn't expect that the first kindness he received in ten thousand years came from the greenskins.

They are the greenskins taught by Magnus.

【and,】

Fugen said, with a wry smile on his face.

[My former friend died in Cadia. I went back this time hoping to find some information about him, or at least... find some of his remains.]

Muggle put his hand on his chest.
"I'm sorry to hear this news. The Underworld Clan will no longer try to keep you here. I hope that the next time we meet, we can have a war that's waaagh enough."

"I'm also sorry that Warlord is busy and can't send you off in person."

Fulgrim waved his hand, his eyes unclear, and finally turned around and stepped onto the ship prepared for him by the greenskins without looking back.

He was finally free.

In the distance, the eyes of silence were watching him.

……

"Barr."

The greenskin warlord Big Fang said in a gruff voice, and tapped the map with his finger again. Through the reports from the seven warbosses on the front line, he was sure that Khorne would attack Baal next, and the psychic clouds of the Blood Lord were gathering in this star field.

"It won't be a trick this time."

Big Front Fang said with certainty that during the battle with Khorne, it discovered that the Blood Lords, who were known for their warlike nature, were particularly insidious and cunning in their war tactics, and they especially needed to guard against those fallen Space Marines and demons who looked similar.

"But why did He go to Baal? Did He not bother to fight with us?"

In the past few years, Dasfang has been committed to treating Khorne demons as experience monsters, and the skills taught to it by Hades have allowed its clan to escape unscathed every time.

Behind the big front tooth, its think tank whispered, and then a very old greenskin came out.
"The Greatest Boss, there's the Big Bird Man on Baal."

"We believe that Khorne cannot defeat us, so we hope to get the birdman."

The bird-man... another Primarch.

Big Front Tooth thought that the role of a Primarch was enormous. The Underworld Clan was first blessed by the Red King and stepped into the Zhigao Psionic Gate. Next, they were guided by the Nameless Phoenix and found the paradise of war and blood.

During this period, they also tried to find other personalities of the Red King, but found nothing.

"Then let's go and have a look."

Damen Ya said that with the decrease in wars, the development of the Mingdi clan has gradually slowed down.

"Pluto and the boss who touched his face are now..."

It looked at the star map,

"Still in the hazy star field."

But the human empire's mass slingshot moves very quickly, and Pluto and his army can reach Baal in a short time.

Will He come?

No, the great and all-knowing Hades will surely come.

The current Hades Clan is not yet capable of fighting... but it can allow Hades to see how much his unfavored second son has grown.

Front Fang subconsciously stroked the ornaments given to it by Pluto. Unlike the stupid greenskins, Front Fang had long realized that they were merely the product of Pluto's helplessness.

But it still couldn't understand, if they were tools that could be thrown away at will, why did Pluto treat them with such patience?
He forged them with His own hands, shaping them into the sharpest blades in the world.

The big front tooth can't figure it out, but it doesn't have to.

It will dedicate the most magnificent war to their Hades!!!
It's time to present the Hades Clan's annual war report to Hades!

…………

[Lead the greenskins to Baal? ]

Omega said slowly, chuckling,
【It's a wild idea.】

Abaddon looked complacently at the slow and dull Primarch. The Primarch was nothing special. From Abaddon's past experience, he deeply realized that the Primarchs were just mortals with outstanding abilities, and their hearts might even be far more filthy than those of ordinary people.

"Don't you want to cause chaos for Baal? Don't you want that man to be disappointed in them? I think a clan of greenskins raised by him will be enough to make that golden guy sick."

"And at this time..."

Abaddon narrowed his eyes.

"Our chance has come."

…………

【Barr】

In that place where blood and fire are blazing.

In the place where the sun spiteth.

Breathing, every breath is painful enough, as if tearing open the flesh inside the chest.

Corpses with armor soaked in blood lay in front of him, piled on top of each other, extending to the clanging of iron chains in the distance.

The chains were still shaking, and a slight sound came from the round altar. Where the chains gathered, a dull thumping sound roared inside the iron maiden with her wings folded on her back, mixed with the most filthy curses and wails in the world.

With every impact, the extremely thick chain, which was roughly wrapped around the iron virgin, shook.

The blood clots and rust peeled off together.

One hundred and sixty-nine candles were evenly placed on the edge of the platform, with golden flames burning fiercely. Pitch-black blood oozed out from under the feet of the huge iron maiden, dripping down along the uneven runes on the platform, and finally dripping on the side wall of the platform, condensing into tear marks.

Breathe, breathe...

There was only a hint of red left in the Lord of Red Sand's eyes. He sat on the guard chair facing the round table, his arms resting on his legs, one hand holding a battle axe.

It starts again...

Angron thought, he took a deep breath, feeling the endless anger and hunger here, he resolutely released his mental link, just like he had billions of times before.

Before the mental link reached its destination, Angron flinched slightly.

But then, he connected.

He closed his eyes, tears of blood streaming down his cheeks.

Using himself as a conductor, Angron slowly released the malice condensed in the body of the Fallen. This was an endless torture, but Angron was willing to endure it.

Because there are people who are suffering far more than him.

The sound of collision was heard again in the Iron Maiden.

Boom, boom, boom.

(End of this chapter)