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

Chapter 768 211. What? !

Drifting and sailing, our destiny depends on this small boat.

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"?"

Trazyn looked up thoughtfully at the ethnic map on the wall. Most of the lines were tangled and complex, like the roots and branches of a big tree. Some of them were shining like the sun.

"Ran Dan..."

Trazyn looked toward the very tops of the trees, where a tiny flash of light was appearing and disappearing.

"The remnants of Ran Dan were finally wiped out?"

Trazyn said to himself, and then he sighed.

"Fortunately, I have a collection of Randan's army here."

"Stop thinking about your little toys,"

A distant voice came from far away, as if it penetrated all time and space. Taraxin laughed. He was already familiar with the way this stupid Orrikan spoke, as if he was sick and pretending to be cool.

"what happened?"

Trazyn asked casually,
"Has the Silent King finally decided to send troops? Or is it the Storm King's side?"

The alarm that the Silent King set for many dynasties finally rang at the end of the 40th millennium. How dare this shameless old thing come back to face his dead people?
However, if it was the Storm King, Tarazin would not be too surprised. With the revival of many dynasties, the Storm King also vaguely wanted to form a large expeditionary force - the prerequisite is that it had to pass or defeat the Silent King.

But, but, but,
Trazyn coughed in a very human way. He, Trazyn, an amateur collector, had already decided to stir up the muddy water and make those two idiots feel uncomfortable - if they felt uncomfortable, Trazyn would feel good.

By the way, let's see if we can save those Necrons that still have their essence.

By then, when the Silent King or the Storm King returns like lightning, they will find that at least one-fifth of the dynasties have not woken up - they have all been emptied out by the United Empire of Trazyn.

At this moment, with the Great Devourer continuing to advance into the Milky Way and exerting pressure on the interior of the Milky Way, it is extremely reasonable for the Silent King or the Storm King to return and form an army.

Therefore, Trazyn was not surprised. He waited for the words of the stupid Orikan. Whether it was the Silent King or the Storm King, Trazyn would curse him the same way.

"No, it's not their business."

This sentence surprised Trazyn, and then it seemed to hear its old friend secretly cursing at the observation point where it often stayed.

"no?!"

Orikan shouted in exasperation,

"Among the 3396 branches of destiny that were under observation, I did not sense the presence of our race at several similar anchor points! They all disappeared!"

"?"

Trazyn silently raised a question mark, so what does this mean? The Figure King asked carefully,

"So…what does this mean?"

it asked carefully, and Trazyn cursed.

"This means that something in these fate lines has wiped out our race - not our race at the time of the Necrontyr, but our current race!"

"What kind of outrageous overlapping fate did Neos create with Tzeentch?!"

Why were they exterminated in these timelines? !
Orikan cursed, perhaps it could accept the reality of its own race being exterminated, but this happened too suddenly, and it did not just happen on one fate line, but on multiple fate lines happening simultaneously at adjacent moments.

This means that when the fate lines overlap, they are likely to face a fate line that will exterminate the entire Necrons - of course, not the main fate line they are on now, but the fate line that should be "destroyed".

However, there is another question -

"Who exterminated us?! The Empire or Chaos?! Or that damn Tzeentch?!"

Orikan cursed,
"Tarazyn! Lend me a Death Mark team!"

"Wait what are you going to do?!"

"Send them to see what's going on - in the name of your treasure collection."

"No, you're using my name again???"

"Because your reputation is bad enough!"

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We are about to leave this subspace star field.

Sitting in front of the command desk, Ether stared at the map for a long time. He felt his tense nerves relax and survival was just around the corner.

As the most respected Ether, its light blue skin had become somewhat loose, and above its olfactory slit, bright red gems were affixed to it, arranged in a hexagonal shape.

Although it still felt reluctant and empty in its spirit, it could not abandon the land it had cultivated for thousands of years, nor could it abandon the Titanium, an extremely convenient and efficient race.

On this land, the remnants of the Randan successfully practiced physical manipulation and the implantation of social thoughts, built up the entire race through great and exquisite social construction, and left behind a socket for colonizing and enslaving other races.

What a great achievement this is - looking at the starry sky, those sparkling planets and the stars on them are the symbols of civilization and prosperity.

But now, they have to leave.

For survival……

The surviving people of Randan, or the alien race that can now be called Ether, sighed. They felt reluctant, but for the continuation of the entire race, they had to leave.

At least the fire lives on.

Many years ago, when Randan was destroyed, countless such ships sailed away in all directions, trying to seek ways to survive. During this period, countless escape ships that tried to leave the battlefield were destroyed by the Human Empire, but they successfully escaped.

But now, because the size of the Tau Empire is still small, in order to ensure their survivability after escaping, they have to send out only one escape fleet.

Of course, there is also the reason that the subspace shuttle technology is imperfect and only one escape fleet can be equipped.

But no matter what, they escaped.

Ether thought that the pain of losing his country made his thoughts wander far away, as far as tens of millions of years later - but suddenly, he felt that the ship was too quiet. As if confirming Ether's feeling, suddenly, the engine that had been shaking the entire ship slowly fell silent, and without the central intelligent system reporting an error, the entire escape fleet began to slide in the subspace.

? !
Ether stood up suddenly, trying to figure out what was going on. It hurriedly called out the code name of the central intelligence - but the intelligence that usually obeyed it only left it in silence for a long time.

"Am'del!"

Ether called out to his subordinates, but there was no response from Titanium. Then, as Ether retreated in fear, the large screen in front of him filled with various data domain star maps suddenly flashed, and then went black.

Click, click, click.

Heavy, intermittent footsteps suddenly sounded, as if coming from afar, knocking on the spirit of the ether. Enemy attack? !
Ether turned around suddenly, grabbed his gun, gripped the handle tightly with three fingers, and pointed it at the door. Behind him, after a brief darkness, the big screen suddenly lit up again.

Then, a horrible, indescribable, rough three-headed creature appeared on the big screen and uttered a monosyllabic language that was difficult to understand in the ether.

The electronic devices were wailing and making crackling sounds of electricity.

Aether shuddered and felt a little bit collapsed. It remembered the warning given by the Kroot before they left - the Warp was very dangerous.

But Ether turned his head, and the corner of his eye twitched. No, no no no?! In the bright subspace, a truncated black surface suddenly appeared at the forefront of the fleet.

It was not until now that the slow-reacting Ether discovered that the area of ​​subspace where his ship was located was much darker than other areas!

Click, click, click.

A drop of cold liquid dripped from the ceiling onto Ether's shoulder. Ether reached out hurriedly, only to find that it was metal melted from the ceiling.

But what was unimaginable to Ether was that this drop of liquid metal was actually cold! And it looked like it had life!

"W-what is this?!"

Ether stepped back in fear, and suddenly he saw that in the gaps between the ceiling and the wall, the cracks in the floor, the base of the operating table... countless piles of slowly wriggling silver-white metal were reaching out to him like tentacles, silently.

Under the gaze and notes of the horrible monster on the big screen, Ether finally couldn't bear it anymore. It decided that it was extremely dangerous here, and the liquid metal seemed to be slowly suffocating it - so it no longer bothered to try to repair the ship's course and almost rushed out.

boom!
The door was opened, and then Ether saw an even more horrifying scene: countless of its fellow creatures were lying on the deck, with their sunken eye sockets, olfactory slits, mouths and ears filled with silver droplets.

They were all dead, drowned in the liquid metal.

Seeing the appearance of Ether, the liquid metals that were still squirming irregularly seemed to have seen a new host. Ether was devastated to see the pool of liquid extending tiny tentacles towards it - they came for it.

There is nothing more bizarre than this scene. All of them died silently without making any sound. They had weapons and bombs, but they died just like that! There was no sign of resistance at all!
Combined with the warnings of the Kroot, the Aether collapsed, this is the Warp! A forbidden place where you can die silently, a forbidden place where a glance can turn you into something non-titanium!
The Warp curses all creatures that enter it, causing their dead bodies to mutate and then rise again.

It tried frantically to flee the area, shouting frantically in the empty ship, but no Aether heard its cries for help - they were all dead.

So it ran frantically on the deck where the corpses of its own kind were lying. The huge ship that originally carried their hope of life had now become a cage, slowly and inevitably sliding towards the silent black area.

Then he was pulled out of the warp.

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Hades blinked, and his black pupils reflected the ships that were being spit out of the warp. Aether's ships were in the warp. Although Pluto could explore the warp, it was as if the warp did not want to touch Pluto. Unless it was necessary, Pluto forced his way in and was then repelled by the warp.

Therefore, he only released a little bit of the Star God's power into it. Fortunately, the Ether's ship was a pure mechanical body, so the Void Dragon's ability could be well attached to their ship to complete the leverage. Hades first killed the living Ether directly with lightning, and then wrapped its organs with liquid metal.

It facilitates the subsequent disposal of corpses and prevents subspace creatures from parasitizing them.

If Magnus was present, he might have screamed and rebuked Hades, saying that it was unnecessary. With Pluto present, how could a creature from the Warp be so suicidal as to possess a weak spiritual being!
There's no way around it. Hades is used to being cautious in this regard - if it were someone else, they might be more arrogant.

Hades also left a person alive on each ship to facilitate subsequent data interrogation and experiments with Mortarion.

I just don't know what Mortarion wants to do with this ether.

Hades thought, and easily teleported to the interior of the largest mothership. He walked through the corridor, and in a trance, Hades always felt a sense of familiarity.

He leisurely inspected the alien ship's architectural style step by step, and locked onto the survivor. Finally, after turning a corner and another, Hades saw -

The remaining ether screamed,
"Subspace monster!!!"

It screamed in pain, feeling weak and slightly nauseous in the black domain. Ether, which had long been transformed into a weak spirit, could not sense psychic energy and the black domain as sensitively as its ancestors, but it knew what that monster was!
That monster whose body is completely black and whose tentacles emit unknown liquid!

"?"

Hades asked a question, wait, why does this alien race look somewhat like the Randan people?

"Randan?"

Hades opened his mouth, wanting to get more information, but the Aether in front of him let out a painful scream, then chose to fall to the ground and twitch - purely out of fear.

Ten thousand years ago, its predecessor was also scared to death in this way, but the opponent thought Hades was an anti-psychic monster.

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[Is Yitai suspected to be the descendant of Ran Dan? 】

Guilliman was stunned, and glanced thoughtfully at the information sent back from the front line.

After a moment's silence, Guilliman spoke again slowly.
[I don't know much about Ran Dan back then, and Leon and Russ are not here either... I can ask the Emperor, or retrieve the documents from that year, but it will take about three years to retrieve the documents, and it's still unclear whether it can be retrieved.]

Guilliman then scrolled to the next page to check Hades' report and suggestions.
[The priority is not high... Indeed, since the clan has been exterminated, all we need to do is to confirm that the clan has been exterminated. Although I did intend to record history, but——]

Guilliman paused, sighed,
Let's put this dream aside for later.

He flipped through a few more pages. Hades' report made Guilliman feel very good. The quality of Hades' report was definitely among the top two in the Empire - the first being Guilliman's.

As for Mortarion's report, it was of the kind that was written intentionally to disgust Guilliman. Guilliman suspected that Mortarion had cast a curse on it. Every time he picked up the report, a strand of golden hair would fall precisely from his head.

At the end of the report, Hades applied for an extra half month's stay on the grounds that he had been greatly inspired by the titanium technology.

Guilliman didn't even have to think about it, the pen in his hand had already made a decision - the application was rejected.

This time the reason was no longer nonsense like "The Empire needs you". Guilliman clearly wrote a line of words after the report.

"I hope to meet with our ally Mr. Trazyn as soon as possible, Hades."

Only Hades can build a bridge to meet Trazyn. At present, as the top leader of the Empire, Guilliman has not met this mysterious Imperial ally.

(End of this chapter)