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

Chapter 780 [222.] Main storyline has been opened

"It's going to change."

The old Necromancer General Zandrek muttered incoherently. He was originally standing at his command post, directing the troops and scarabs to advance.

But the war was over after the emperor of their rival dynasty was hit in the face by a stick from the Three Holy Guards.

The old general's guard Obiron hurriedly squatted down to check on Zandrek. According to Totarazin, the Broken Star God Pluto had made some repairs on Zandrek, which reduced the old general's occasional illness time.

But even so, Zandrek would still fall into the world he imagined from time to time.

"Are you all right, my Lord?"

Obiron asked cautiously, and he felt that the Three Holy Guards, the judges of the war, were looking over here.

Obiron therefore had to let go of Zandrick first. It saluted over there and sent a request letter, indicating that there was a problem here for the Three Holy Guards - and they only needed a little time.

Polite requests and actions in accordance with martial arts will be forgiven and allowed by the Three Holy Guards. When Obiron saw the Three Holy Guards withdraw their gazes, he knew that his plea had worked. He quickly squatted down and checked the condition of Zandrick's central nervous system.

Although Obiron and Trazyn already had an unclear and confusing relationship, at least on the surface, Obiron was loyal to Zandrek, and Zandrek's sword moved forward under the command of the Storm King.

And the Storm King longs for revival and rule.

Its crowned generals are all heading towards other dynasties, eroding the resources of those dynasties without any ambitions. This is allowed within the Necrons.

The only requirement is that these battles must be in line with martial arts and morality. The Three Holy Guards - these judges who run around the galaxy and require the Emperors and Overlords to abide by morality and martial arts will watch them to make sure they abide by the law, or impose punishment when they break the rules.

Their enemies this time were also judged as [guilty] and [losed] by the Three Saints Guards because they did not obey the law and used immoral weapons.

There is no need for Zandrick and the others to take action next. The heavy units of the Three Holy Guards with extremely high individual combat power will deal with the immoral Necrontyr on their own.

These are the Necrons.

Bending down to check the old general's function call, Obiron suddenly thought of something. He remembered Trazyn's boasting to him in a private meeting. Trazyn believed that the entire Necrons had no hope - because this race was established under the rule of a group of crazy overlords.

Sometimes, Obiron would even think in a treasonous way whether their actions were necessary. Even if there were no newborns, the nobles and overlords of the dynasties were still usurping power day after day, year after year.

They drink and chat hypocritically at the table, while the usurper brings along a few of the overlord's cronies, and then - they go to so much trouble just to poison the overlord's wine glass.

Poisoned.

This is ridiculous. Necrons can be poisoned?
Obilon thought, but even so, it had loyally smashed the poisoned wine glass in front of it several times for the old general Zandrick - this was a symbol.

The seizer needs to poison the overlord, and the overlord will twitch after drinking the poison. Then, the seizer will behead the overlord in front of everyone - although they can completely take off their own heads and hold them for fun.

Finally, the Three Holy Guards who have been watching the farce coldly will declare the victory of the usurper, who has successfully followed the law. Next, the usurper will announce his victory and rule to the slaves and civilians of the entire dynasty (most of whom do not have the ability to think for themselves, they are just machines that act according to instructions) through the emerald holographic projection.

At this point, the change of a dynasty was completed.

"nerve."

Obilon remembered Trazyn's comments on this. Trazyn cursed the absurdity of this behavior, but this was exactly the epitome of the countless resurgent dynasties in the galaxy - Trazyn did not understand this behavior at all, even though it had led its own clones to do so before.

"They just want to prove that they are still alive, just like you."

Obiron remembered that he said this at the time, and then he saw Trazyn was stunned, and the aggressive momentum disappeared instantly, but then Trazyn continued his criticism.

"What do you know?! I'm creating - I'm trying to take a new path instead of repeating the same Möbius strip!"

Well, maybe Trazyn had some truth in what he said - that was why Oberon kept going to Trazyn's invitations after receiving them. Although he told himself that it was for the old general, deep down, the always-thinking guard seemed happy to listen to Trazyn's unorthodox views.

"The world is going to change."

The old general's chanting brought Obiron back to reality. He felt something was wrong. The trajectory of the particles in the detector was a little disordered. Obiron looked up along the old general's gaze. In the cloudless sky, he saw the shining Eye of Silence.

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"What the hell?!!!"

In the violent storm, the screams of the betraying Thousand Sons wizards were torn apart and swept away. Inside the tall black market obelisk, the strong wind almost overturned and blew away the Thousand Sons. Khayon had to hold the spine dagger tightly in his hand, allowing the sharp dagger to pierce through his helmet.

Light, huge, magnificent, almost sky-blocking light shot out from the spine dagger that was inserted into the ground of the black stone obelisk. With unstoppable sharpness, the light screamed and cut through Khayon's face like a ghost.

Shine! Shine! With the Spine Dagger as the point, the whole of Cadia hummed like a battery storing energy. A storm suddenly arose, and the giant eye looked up at the sky.

"What the hell?! --Ka-Yang?! Ka-Yang! Are you okay?!!"

Abaddon roared in the midst of the violent storm, shielding his face with his arms. The abundant spiritual energy almost hit Abaddon physically, forcing him to dig his feet deep into the ground, but he was still blown straight back by the storm.

In Abaddon's horrified pupils, the black stone obelisk that was humming and glowing violently was reflected - damn it! The shock he felt was even more shocking than the shock caused by the Hades Dog ten thousand years ago.

Light rose up like a pillar, golden and blue lights spurted out brilliantly together, lighting up the starry sky. In the Eye of Silence, countless black stone obelisks that had been silent for thousands of years began to resonate at the same time.

"Khayon?! Khayon?!!!"

Abaddon's scream was as insignificant as the buzz of a mosquito. In the distance from the screaming Abaddon, the half-kneeling skeleton followed the storm into the sky. In the distance, even farther away, the Gray Phoenix that was hurrying on its way let out a sharp roar.

Next to Fulgrim, Dantioch immediately drew his gun, but neither of them knew what was happening. They only saw a giant pillar of light rising from the distant continent.

The entire Eye of Silence flickered, flickered, and flickered again.

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"Dead God!"

The Silent King uttered a rare curse and stood among the guards who were kneeling before him. He stared at the brilliant star map in front of him. On it, he saw the gap that was torn four times.

The gap in the warp space that was torn open by the war between the Necrontyr and the Old Ones was then torn apart again by the lustful Eldar. After that, the human race actually played with this space twice. The Silent King stared angrily at the small dot, on which the obelisks cast by countless Necrontyr appeared to be in decay.

It felt its thought engine screaming, the fitting function conveying anger to it, the Silent King was merciful -

It has always believed that humans are the creators of this galaxy, but this is not the reason why they play with the galaxy at will!
What made the Silent King even more angry was not just that. He trembled as he looked at the dynasties that had been stolen - Tara! Sin!!!

Trazyn!!!!

The technological creation of the Necrontyr revealed the truth to the Silent King. The great ruler followed the clues of fate and climbed forward. His thoughts became blurred again by anger and shock. The Silent King saw such a blasphemous creation, so blasphemous that it needed to be destroyed immediately. The human race had obviously touched the Silent King's bottom line. That was a creation that could not be allowed to exist.

A creation that is absolutely not allowed to exist.

And such an ordinary existence... Trazyn actually signed a contract with such a creature, it actually - how dare it? !
Click click click.

The sound of metal twisting rang out from the tightly clenched fist of the Silent King. The noble Szalak, the last and greatest Silent King, stared at the bright star map with the scarlet light in his eyes.

Staring at the flickering crack. …………………………

Another fate line

[Eye of Terror/Cadia]

The towering black stone obelisks trembled and reached up into the sky. Inside the Eye of Terror, tens of millions of black stone obelisks activated their maximum power at the same time, and the vast sea of ​​​​psychic energy instantly swept into the galaxy.

With such a strong psychic field, ordinary souls could not even maintain stability under such an impact. Countless imperial slaves screamed, and the pain in their souls and the sea of ​​psychic energy were stirred together.

Mortarion stood calmly in the center of the sea of ​​psychic energy. He lowered his eyes and his eyelashes trembled. Then, the First Rebel raised his eyes again and looked at the holographic projection in front of him.

There stood the holographic projection of the Lord of the Empire, the Coldblooded Lord, Robert Guilliman.

The flickering, swaying shadow of Guilliman gave a false smile.

【As you wish, my brother, remember to work. 】

He stared at Mortarion with a half-smile and said, and Mortarion nodded lightly. The golden shackles on the Primarch's neck became more and more obvious.

【Wish me good luck.】

Mortarion said, and then he turned and stepped forward without hesitation -

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【Main destiny line】

"Kayon?! Khayon?!"

Black stone fragments as big as heads rolled down from the obelisk, and the whole of Cadia shook violently, the continent burst, and the magnetic field reversed.

Abaddon stumbled and pushed aside a Black Legion soldier. He rushed into the Blackstone Obelisk. After running for a minute, he saw the figure of the Thousand Son lying on the ground, unconscious.

Khayon was surrounded by an intense psychic light, and in front of the fallen Thousand Son, a crack that was flickering with light was opened. A strange light was reflected from then on, and there were faint signs of it continuing to expand.

Abaddon gritted his teeth. He had to take Khayon away. Khayon was the most powerful psyker under his command. With the shortage of talent in the Black Legion nowadays, he could not afford to lose another powerful psyker.

Even though the crack in front of Khayon was so strange - so strange that as soon as Abaddon saw the crack, his scalp tingled, his hair stood on end, and he wished he could escape from this world immediately.

Abaddon had always been willing to trust his intuition, and his intuition had saved him many times, but this time, Abaddon once again looked at Khayon who had fallen unconscious to the ground. Finally, in the Blackstone Obelisk that was about to collapse, Abaddon decided to pull Khayon away at the fastest speed in his life.

He rushed over almost like flying, and then grabbed Khayon's arm. However, just as Abaddon turned around and prepared to run desperately, he felt an irresistible force suddenly grab his outstretched arm and fix him in an irresistible posture.

"?!"

Abaddon felt something was wrong. He turned his head slowly, and then he met a pair of indifferent, pale and extremely chaotic eyes.

[…Abaddon of the Luna Wolves? ]

The hoarse voice asked with some doubt, but Abaddon could not care about anything else. His scalp was numb and his mouth was wide open. The nightmare-like word was stuck in his throat and spit out in a funny way.
“Mo, Mo——”

Abaddon was speechless. He was sure that he saw a scene that he would never see in his lifetime. He saw a resolute and handsome face of Mortarion, who was not wearing a gas mask.

False Emperor! Could it be that he has died from the impact of psychic energy?
【Mortarion.】

Mortarion said calmly,

[You know me, so I am probably not dead here. ]

He stared at Abaddon, trying to figure out something from the Moon Wolf's attire and his Chaos psychic powers - but in the end, Mortarion loosened his hand and gave him a smile he was accustomed to.

For some reason, Abaddon's face turned even paler.

[Shh. 】

Mortarion made a gesture to keep quiet, and he smiled, an uncontrollable smile, as if he was delighted that he had actually managed to get here. He whispered, and at the same time stretched out his hand. Abaddon seemed to be frozen in place, watching Mortarion's hand on his mouth.

【Don't tell anyone else I'm here - I think you can do it. 】

A series of worm-like words crawled out from Mortarion's fingertips, and Abaddon suddenly felt a numb pain in his mouth.

[Okay, let’s run.]

[Mortarion] whispered, watching Abaddon grab Khayon and almost crawl away from here.

[Mortarion] pulled back the corners of his mouth. He wanted to put away his smile, as he often did before, but to his surprise, the smile on his mouth did not disappear. He just smiled, ecstatic for the unknown future.

[Okay, okay, wish me good luck.]

Mortarion muttered that it was time to go. He stretched out his hand, and a hood grew out of the void and was immediately put on his head. His tall and thin figure swayed, and then the Primarch disappeared.

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Fulgrim opened his mouth, and looking into the distance, he saw a group of black soldiers crawling and tumbling, led by a being who even looked so much like Abaddon.

[Wait?! Wait! Stop!]

Fulgrim shouted, he drew his gun and shot, but it was too far away - he watched those people roll back to the shuttle desperately, the engine roaring violently, and then immediately broke free from the constraints of gravity and fled towards the sky.

After firing helplessly several times into the sky, Fulgrim raised his arms and stood before the silent Dantioch. He shouted to the sky,

[What on earth?! What happened again?!]

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【Terra】

Hades' hands trembled as he was reviewing the Mechanicus' documents on changes to the Titanium Mecha Type XV.

Hades raised his head in disbelief, and he looked towards the location of the Eye of Silence - obviously realizing something.

Almost the next moment, the pen that had been suspended in the air fell onto the table with a click, and the owner who had just been holding it to review the documents had disappeared.

"Guilliman—something happened!!!"

Deafening shouts pierced the sky.

(End of this chapter)