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

Chapter 763 206. Ether and Titanium Tiles

It started and was killed in seconds, what is there to say?

Mortarion worked calmly and peacefully in his laboratory to create poison gas. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time since Guilliman ascended to the throne.

Countless reports flowed through the holographic projection in front of Mortarion, while the God of Death continued to fiddle with his reagents calmly. Things were pretty much as he had guessed -

The Tau Empire probably wanted to fight a decisive battle with the Human Empire in the secondary defense circle. Even if it failed, it would buy time for the ether in the core area of ​​the Tau Empire to escape.

Mortarion did not believe that the Tau could perform superluminal travel in a very short period of time that was comparable to the modified version of the Necrons + Pluto, so the Aethers had only one way to escape, and that was to travel through the Warp.

The good news was that Mortarion had not seen anything like the Geller Field on any of the T'au ships, and based on the T'au's explanation of psychic powers, the Primarch deduced that these guys probably had no idea what was in the Warp.

By then they might be able to intercept a wave of Tau escape ships in the Warp and let them see the beauty of the Warp.

but……

Mortarion's hand holding the test tube suddenly paused for a moment. He raised his head thoughtfully, and through the narrow observation window of the pharmacy room, the God of Death subconsciously began to calculate.

The warp field within the Tau Empire was not peaceful, perhaps because they were developing a warp route to escape, but other than that, Death sensed a presence that was more familiar to him.

He remembered what Curze had said - it didn't matter. Hades had warned the God of Death before this trip, to be careful of the appearance of similar warp creatures.

Death chuckled.

How could a false creation worshipped by a weak race of spirits have the capital to compete with them?
Not to mention...

Mortarion withdrew his gaze and continued to fiddle with his poison - this time he wanted it to be more corrosive.

Also, with a little more transmissibility and delayed lethality, poison gas can be used to deal with corners that the Legion cannot reach.

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【He actually!!! He didn’t listen to me!!!】

Corax frowned. Konrad's scream almost pierced the Primarch's eardrums and reached the depths of his soul.

To be fair, Mortarion didn't really care much about what Konrad said.

I listened, but generally didn’t take it seriously.

[Are you worried that he might suffer a tactical disadvantage? ]

Corax said softly that, up to now, Mortarion's tactics were still very stable, and the Empire's front was gradually advancing -

This is also due to the fact that the Tau Empire is frantically withdrawing its troops. Because of mercy and hasty retreat, there are still a lot of supplies that can be used directly on those planets abandoned by the Tau. Therefore, Mortarion is applying for the Empire's transport ships.

Corax paused for a moment.

【I don’t think so. 】

Even though Mortarion did seem to underestimate the enemy, Corax believed that apart from Guilliman, there was probably no other Primarch who could be as cautious as Mortarion.

Although Mortarion was not a Primarch good at war at first, the experience accumulated over tens of thousands of years successfully made up for this.

【so,】

Corax asked again. He was worried that asking Conrad if he needed reinforcements would arouse Conrad's rebellious psychology, but Corax was actually worried about Conrad.
[Do you need assistance, Conrad?]

【Do not! 】

Conrad uttered another short shriek, and Corax heard the bats' unbridled laughter.

【Let me take a look at this subspace entity first... The war of terror against the earth is not over yet. 】

Corax took a deep breath and looked out the window. Beyond the Primarch's sight, countless Tau Empire troops were gathering. There was no doubt that Konrad, who was in the enemy camp, was the most dangerous at the moment.

【Then proceed with caution.】

Corax added,
[At least two-thirds of the Tau Empire's forces are now near this planet.]

[In three days at most, Mortarion will bring his scythe to you.]

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"Am'wa's gone."

Inside the Council Chamber, an old Aether spoke calmly, telling his companions what all Titanium knew.
Am'Wa is the most respected Ether in the Tau Empire, bar none. Under his governance, the territory of the Tau Empire has expanded rapidly.

It once almost died at the hands of a human assassin. At that time, the Tau Empire even considered using intelligence to imitate Ammon'Wa and create the illusion that Ammon'Wa was not dead in order to stabilize the people's hearts.

But the good news is that Am'wa is awake.

If we use the human empire as an analogy, An'wa is similar to Robert Guilliman, who rules the entire empire. His status may be even higher, and his normal thinking is unique in the Tau Empire.

"It is ready to go to where Shadowsun and Farsight are, and fight to the death with them."

No ether spoke, they all knew that this would lead to death.

"It is too old. Even if it does not die in battle, An'wa's wisdom will eventually disappear among the stars. I don't think anyone here will feel overly sad about its departure."

Countless Ethers nodded, agreeing with the leader's point of view. They all agreed on one thing, that is, this battle cannot be won.

Even if they win this battle, the enraged human empire will send an even more terrifying army to attack them.

Unless a crisis arises in other territories of the Human Empire immediately, the humans who have set their sights on the Tau will not give up.

The ether spreads out its three fingers,

"Before leaving, An'Wa told me that the subspace entity belonging to Titanium showed signs of cohesion. It went there this time to seek help from the kind-hearted subspace entity."

Unlike the general population of the Tau Empire, the Aethers can even be said to understand the Warp, but their understanding of the Warp is somewhat biased. Many aspects of information have been lost, while others have been retained.

They knew that there were possible entities in the Warp, but they didn't know to add a protective shield to their Warp watercraft.

The Ethers did not seem surprised by this fact. The establishment of an empire, the joining of countless powerful psychic alien races, and the recent experiments in subspace travel made the whole thing seem like a natural thing.

"Go straight to the front line...it still trusts the Fire Clan very much,"

An Ether added, then shook his head,
"No, An'wa trusts all clans this time."

Within the Ether, there have always been arguments and opinions that distrust the Fire Clan, and the only one who has truly let go of this prejudice is the Ether Amin'Wa.

This seems strange, that the leadership of a race does not trust a branch under its command, but if the history of the Tau is known, a conspiracy theory emerges that the Ether came to the Tau home planet with countless advanced technologies and the Greater Good, enlightened the people, and quickly established the Tau Empire.

In fact, they are not Tau. "Our ancestors chose this branch thousands of years ago, and it has been proven that their vision was wise. The development potential and weak spirit nature of the Tau people have allowed us to prosper in just a thousand years."

Without the Empire of Man...

The old Ether's eyes were dim and difficult to discern. According to records that had been mostly lost, the original origin of this branch of theirs was destroyed by the Human Empire. At that time, the empire that occupied an entire star field and countless slave races was destroyed by the attack of a large army.

Yes, Randan.

It is reported that the Emperor of the Human Empire and his first, second and eleventh sons personally launched a crusade against them. That battle shook the stars, and an entire glorious empire was destroyed in an instant. The Human Empire also paid a painful price for this. The second and eleventh sons fell in the territory of the Randan Empire.

But no one knows why they died, was it the attack from foreign races, or the sharp eyes and sword of the lion behind them?
After the family was destroyed, the survivors began to flee in all directions. They were not the largest survivor ship, but the ship that was truly expected to revive suddenly disappeared silently in a star field. The last verses they spread out before dying were [Get rid of psychic energy] and [Monsters!].

So this sentence was recorded in their journey of seeking revival and was practiced from generation to generation.

With the passage of time and repeated failures, the data from ten thousand years ago had long been lost, and they also transformed from Randan into ether through repeated genetic modifications. Finally, they succeeded and established the Titanium Empire.

For thousands of years, they have tried to integrate and find the more ancient origins of their own race. To the surprise of the Ethers, their more ancient nature seems to be similar to that of the Eldar and the Greenskins, but the true truth has long been impossible to verify, just like the Second Son and the Eleventh Son of the Emperor.

The Ethers just keep going.

Change psychic manipulation to pheromones and more advanced social solidification and brainwashing, replace mind control with "the greater good", replace multi-racial slavery with alliances, and finally place the key to determining power on blood and race.

Remember to make their social structure into different clans in advance, so that they will not have any objections to the management rights determined by blood and race.

As long as they believe in the Greater Good and believe that there is a bright future for their contributions to the Greater Good, their rule will continue forever and firmly.

In the field of manipulation, Ran Dan, or Ether, is a professional.

until--

Broken by external force.

The old Aether sighed again. It was the Human Empire again...

It was the human empire that forced them to abandon their homes and look for a new race to parasitize. It’s not like they haven’t thought about humans before, but as long as a human has not fallen (and his parents have not fallen), his soul will be blessed by the God-Emperor from birth.

Up to now, apart from forced blood pollution and diluting the human bloodline to the point where it is no longer recognized by the God-Emperor, they have no way to bypass the God-Emperor's protection of the human soul.

The evil god named "Nyos" will forever watch over the human souls in the warp until he hands this responsibility over to the great demons under his command.

What an abominable existence.

If they have similar ones... Never mind. This does not conform to the advice left by our fellow races ten thousand years ago. When civilization develops to a certain stage, except for the weak spiritual races, all other races will decline without exception - although the Ethers do not know why.

Aether once again showed a depressed expression, but then he pulled himself together and made a firm gesture.
"Then the plan is finalized. We will evacuate through the subspace, and our destination is the extreme point of the Nebulous Segmentum - I know, I know, the Eye of Silence as an alternative destination has been rejected."

Ether added,
"I know you want to refute, but there seems to be some unrest at the Eye of Silence in recent days, and it is also the place of faith of the Empire, which is not conducive to our development."

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"Who are you?"

Shadow Sun stuttered, and it looked up in disbelief, and found itself in some kind of indescribable space, like the subspace waves in the Earth Clan laboratory, and the huge blue figure in front of it was looking at it quietly with a kind face.

It seemed like a hybrid of the Tau and humans, with one leg standing on the ground and the other leg raised. Countless hands stretched out from its side, some of which were Tau hands, but also hands of humans, Kroot, Nicasa and other allied races.

In each hand, there were countless things that dazzled Yingyang's eyes, including a gem bowl inlaid with countless emeralds and rubies, a pearl emitting charming light, and a war shield with intricate patterns painted with the blood of foreign races...

A gravity-defying silk thread sways between its multiple arms, resembling Vishnu, the white elephant god of ancient Terra.

+I am your destiny.+
Goddess T'aiva lowered her eyes and shed tears gently as she saw Yingyang's tired, pain-ravaged soul and body.

+It doesn't matter who I am... What matters is where your destiny will go and whether the seeds of hope can sprout again - this requires our joint efforts, Commander. +
An arm stretched out from among the multiple arms of the titanium tile, with two ears held horizontally on it. A gas that made Yingyang feel comfortable was floating in it. Just with one sniff, Yingyang felt his spirits lifted.

Subconsciously, Yingyang knew that the corpse in front of him had no malicious intentions - although this had successfully shattered his reason and logic about "there are no gods", it didn't matter. In the past few days, Yingyang had broken enough bottom lines.

"Are you here to help us?"

Shadowsun asked. The commander's mind told it not to trust him, but emotionally it was so willing to get close to this seemingly non-existent warp entity. How ridiculous it was. Perhaps it had really gone crazy.

+Yes.+
The goddess Amwa said calmly,
+I know your forces cannot be deployed quickly, I will assist you in deploying them together... and spread the blessing of hope to my people. +
+ And…+
The goddess raised her eyes and stretched out her hand. After a strange fluctuation (if Shadowsun knew, she would recognize it as a warp transmission), the old Etherium'Va came out with a smile.

"grown ups?!"

Ying Yang exclaimed subconsciously, but An'Wa just smiled and then directly brought the topic to the current predicament.

Now, the Ether, the clans of Tau, and the gods who protect the Tau are all here - they will deal a heavy blow to the human empire that has arrogantly underestimated them.

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【What the hell is this? 】

Conrad bit his jagged nails and used his mental strength to observe the existence as carefully as possible.

He felt a confluence of psychic energy that made him extremely sick - just like the feeling Vulkan gave him, but much milder and weaker than Vulkan.

【? ? ? 】

Conrad thought about it, and he felt that something was wrong. The scent of Shadow Sun that he had been tracking disappeared, and even seemed to become stable again.

He should have thought that a subspace entity similar to hope and cooperation appeared, and would spread light and heat to the Titanium - then the Jingguan he had worked so hard to build to intimidate the Titanium would have been in vain? !
A little tricky.

Conrad was still thinking about countermeasures. At least his plan to scare the Tau commander crazy failed. But before he could choose whether to hide and retreat, or go out and fight the warp entity -

If a battle ensued, Conrad had to make sure that the group of blue fish would not provide long-range fire support to their goddess.

Mortarion's voice rang faintly across the communication channel.

[Time is tight, the attack will begin tomorrow, the specific time will be notified separately. ]

[Conrad, my only advice and order to you is to wash the blood off you and your children and face this battle as gloriously as possible. I can not record your battle, but the Death Guard login battle will record the whole process. I think you don't want to be discovered by other people in the empire that you are playing these insignificant things again.]

[This is a tactic! Tactics! Stupid and foolish guy! ! ]

Before this, Mortarion absolutely supported and protected Conrad's behavior, and the potions used by the Night Lords were all specially provided by the God of Death, but for some reason, Mortarion suddenly changed his tone.

However, the communication was hung up again, and a high Gothic word came faintly into Conrad's ears, who was gritting his teeth in hatred.

Inefficient.

(End of this chapter)