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

Chapter 791 233. Jiang is still old and yin

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In the mist, the scythe in Mortarion's hand slowed down for a moment, but then the scythe still smashed down heavily.

Shards of living metal flew beneath the scythe, and yet another Necron Hierophant who loved to nag at his Primarch shut his mouth completely.

At his feet, the raging flames finally died down. Mortarion did not like the Burning One.
The Star God was too noisy, and the Primarch, who had sensitive hearing, felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Feinus will replace you in three minutes, Lao Mo."

The space around Mortarion's ears vibrated, and Hades' voice came out. After a pause, it sounded again in confusion.

"Lao Mo? What's wrong?"

[No, no. It's nothing. I can still fight. I don't need Finus to come...]

Mortarion felt something was wrong, the strange feeling seemed to come from Barbarus, but the strange feeling passed in an instant, and Mortarion didn't have time to grasp anything.

If he was willing to put down his sickle and count with his fingers now, the Primarch might be able to figure out something.

But now, in order to prove that he could still fight, Mortarion still swung his scythe, which was like a crescent moon, and its silver light was seen passing by.

"You may need to rest for a while. This line is too deep. Guilliman wants to discuss the next deployment with you. He has already talked to Sanguinius."

【. 】

【What did Sanguinius say? 】

"..."

Hades' voice fell silent for a rare moment, and Sanguinius maintained his respect for Guilliman's other opinions.

But when it came to Guilliman's hypothesis of "supporting Horus", the Archangel excitedly "cursed" for a while.

Finally Sanguinius decided that this was not possible.

But there are some possibilities.

“Almost all affirmative.”

[Then there is no need for me to go back... I should be on the battlefield, not sitting at Guilliman's desk like him.]

Hades licked his lips. He felt his throat a little dry. He sensed a huge fluctuation in the southwest of the Eye of Silence. The Storm King's troops were entering.

“In fact, Roboute Guilliman was about to discuss this with you. Konrad and Angron’s fronts are struggling right now—Guilliman therefore wishes to be present in person.”

"But before that, he hopes to adjust the front line again to prevent the Primarchs from being too far apart."

【…】

Give me another hour.

Mortarion said lightly, he looked over, in the empty sky covered by smoke that enveloped the entire desert, a formation similar to that of Seraphim appeared again.

Several giant sharp feet pierced the earth, humming and trembling with power under the starry sky.

That wouldn't be a Seraph, but some kind of device that has not yet been named by the Human Empire. So far, the Necromancers have sent out at least dozens of unnamed technologies.

Before encountering humans, these devices lay dormant in the treasury of the Silent King.

【Let me revive these people first...】

"OK."

But five minutes later...something strange happened.

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"Unheard of."

Storm King Imotekh spoke hoarsely as he stepped down from the throne and went down the steps one step at a time. The clear sound of metallic footsteps echoed in the hall of his ship.

The tall Necromancer raised the Destroyer Staff in its hand. A storm of destruction and unification brewed in the light at the top of the staff, casting a cold and ruthless light on Imotekh's face.

"It, the Silent King."

The Storm King spoke softly, looking up at the dome whose ceiling had long been opened. He looked into the interior of the Eye of Silence and saw the chaotic stars.

"That cowardly and hypocritical hypocrite...actually one day used the technology that it once rebuked?"

A shimmering cloak of living metal and fragments of a C'tan's body fluttered behind the Storm King.
The truly cruel and warlike Maharaja paced on the scarlet carpet, with the stars shining through the transparent top window and sprinkled around him like colorful glass.

Astrologer Orikan was kneeling outside the red carpet, completely shrouded in shadow, his entire body dim.

"You only get one chance."

Orikan whispered, his voice hoarse like a venomous snake slowly climbing up the branches of an apple tree.

"The Silent King is still wavering. It opens the application of moral treaties to war, but not completely. It uses them, but does not issue treaties with real legal effect.

Because it believes that what it is doing is not honorable.”

"A person who doubts his own actions*."

The Storm King sighed softly, the sound of electricity hissing through its throat;

“To dwell on the past, to see our past weaknesses as a symbol of our souls…

It hesitated to issue orders, but the whip never stopped beating us, even if it destroyed the master control agreement. "

The Storm King sneered.

"It's just a joke to comfort itself."

A few months ago, the Silent King who was confronting the Storm King in the Extreme Star Region showed no sign of giving up his power.
It hid behind its throne, pathetically, having to work hard to maintain its kingship so that the Necrontyr wouldn't realize that the one sitting on the throne was a complete coward.

"Would I kneel before such a king? No, I would not."

"It should kneel before me."

The Storm King spoke calmly, as if this was already true. A gleam flashed in Orrickan's eyes, and the astrologer was secretly delighted in his heart, but he did not show it on his face.

Orikan lowered his head and sank again. It felt very uncomfortable to salute these lunatics.
But then Orricken consoled himself that this was Trazyn's normal secondary form, and that it was Trazyn who was kneeling, not it.

"If you are willing to raise an army and fight for supremacy in the galaxy... then Astrologer Orikan will certainly lend you a hand."

The Storm King suddenly turned his head and tilted his head to look at Orikan.
"I vaguely remember that you were not such a Necrontyr... Orikan, tell me, what did you see?"

……

Orikan was silent for a moment, his appearance unchanged, then he spoke in a deep, jealous voice:
"I saw the Silent King let Trazyn go, and then Trazyn betrayed the Silent King and became the new leader of the Necrontyrdom... I absolutely cannot accept Trazyn standing up."

"That is true."

The Storm King withdrew his probing gaze and thought thoughtfully that what Orrik said was true. Imotekh had thought that the final winner would be decided between it and Szahrak.

Unexpectedly, a clown named Taraxin appeared along the way.

"But it's a trick."

The Storm King spoke softly, raising his hand and reaching towards the distant starry sky, pinching his hand as if there was a small chess piece between his fingers.

"But the final battlefield will still be the confrontation between me and Szalak...

Since the Silent King will not give up his hypocrisy, I will help him to see the truth of this galaxy, so that he can focus on the great war against the Necrontyr instead of playing house with the galactic apes. "

"It will eventually agree that I am right."

? !
Orikan raised his head suddenly, realizing that something was wrong, but the Storm King did not give him a chance to speak. His cloak swayed and hit the kneeling knees of the astrologer. The Storm King walked away, and the crisp footsteps were like a gun pointed at the Empire, knocking on the spark plug.

Orikan was left in the shadows, and the Star Master now hung his head, only to find that fate had not changed... Then this would be inevitable, and there was no need to intervene.

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[Eye of Silence]

[34:04, day 56 of the campaign]

[Sector 032-α]

silence.

In the silent sea of ​​stars, only the tiny flames from the engines behind and on the sides of the ship made the surrounding space slightly distorted.

A fully loaded cruise ship was sailing on the sea of ​​stars. The scarlet and silver paintwork on it indicated that it was a vessel under the Mechanicum. On the side of the giant ship, there were countless mini ships towing it like a school of fish.

In the protective circle inside the fleet, there are mottled colors, including the Imperial Navy, Rogue Traders, Space Marines...

Countless barges of various shapes and sizes were sailing under scarlet flags, and the three-headed dog on the bow of the giant ship was staring at them coldly.

It was obvious that this was a fleet of the Empire's logistics supply ships, and their destination was the front line where the fierce fighting was taking place.

This fleet was sailing silently, unaware that an older being was looking at them.
There was no malice in that look, and it stretched out its hand, as if just sweeping away the dead insect corpse on the table.

At this moment, the hand of the Lord of the Empire, which was signing the military order, was still writing the third letter; the Lord of Red Sand roared and swung his battle axe into the distance; the Mechanical Sage shouted and pounced on the Necron Overlord; another Astra Militarum was hit by a stray bullet and fell backwards with his mouth wide open.

At this moment, the Necron warrior who was hit by the Astra Militarum was still holding his gun with an expressionless face; the Necron technician was adjusting the monolith that was damaged by the Titans; the Hierophant was roaring, and the shield force field lit up around him, but the giant axe had already circled and smashed over.

The Silent King was sitting calmly on his throne, looking at the established chess game.

Then - the Silent King frowned, and before he could straighten up and shout something - the three saints beside his throne still maintained their previous posture.

"Storm King?!!!!"

This familiar word was roared out from the mouth of the Silent King, and at the same time, a small star area was completely eliminated.

Literally, the mass and energy inside completely disappeared, the galaxy remained silent, and only a flat, dim ship passed smoothly across the sky above the galaxy, with the muzzle of its gun still slightly hot.

There was nothing there now, completely gone, no existence, no supplies, no ships, no crews? No, all existence was gone, simply wiped out, nothing could be more efficient than that.

The Storm King smiled.

"You can't do this?!"

The Silent King roared and slammed his fists against the armrests of the throne. This meant that the treaty was torn up, and that the Storm King would use other, even crazier devices.

It also means a blatant provocation.

Erasing all the mass and energy of an area of ​​space is completely against the Necrontyr war law. If all overlords use this skill at will, then the truly useful and utilizable mass in the galaxy will soon decrease rapidly.

Moreover, this means more. If two dynasties go to war, there will be no need for an upright duel. All they need to do is see who can ambush the other side first.

Truly capable necrophiles will not be screened out, and war will instead become a tool for pioneers and despicable people to make profits.

Therefore, this is strictly prohibited, just like the Space Death Mark. Unless it is a heinous crime or an extremely despicable enemy, the Space Necrons will never use prohibited means.

The Silent King has stood up. Beside the ruling throne, the two saints are staring at him in horror. The Silent King's rage is burning fiercely.

The Storm King is defying the Silent King in his own way. He is defying the king's laws.

The Silent King looked at the star map, and suddenly he wanted to laugh. He saw behind the attacked humans,
Countless holes appeared behind the solid bodies of humans, like cheese that had been dried for a long time.

The Storm King carefully avoided the Silent King's army. It was provoking him in an alternative way, deliberately stepping on the boundary of the Silent King's tolerance and openly enjoying his rage.

Countless intense signals flowed and impacted from the chassis of Szalak's mind. The Silent King felt extremely angry and almost trembled with anger.

But its eyes are still fixed on the star map.

Reason was telling it that it couldn't possibly deal with both the Human Empire and the Storm King at the same time.

Perhaps the Storm King underestimated the Human Empire, or perhaps the Storm King predicted that the Human Empire would attack the Silent King first, so he took such a provocative approach.

But only the Silent King knows the horror of the human empire.

The war had been going on for more than a month. Except for the frontline, the position called "Pale Lord", the troops in other positions were replaced wave after wave.
Some armies were even destroyed, but in a moment new soldiers would follow in the footsteps of the dead soldiers and rush to the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Human Empire seem endless. Under the glory of the Primarch, they will not even collapse due to the extremely high mortality rate. This is incredible.

Even the Necrontyr, only after transforming into Necrons, abandoned the shortcomings of cowardice and defeat.

In contrast to the human empire, the dynasties sent out by Szalak also changed one after another——

So far, at least ten great dynasties have been completely crushed on the front line with the Human Empire.

Among them, the Pale King destroyed at least three great dynasties.

There were countless small dynasties that were completely destroyed, and countless tomb worlds were completely empty. Not even a single scarab of the underworld was left, because Szalak ordered them all to go out.

But the problem is-

But the problem is-

The problem is that after being completely "destroyed", the Necrons do not have the ability to be "reborn".

What is lost will be lost forever. The fall of each dynasty represents the complete loss of a civilization, and also means a reduction in the military strength under the Silent King.

The Silent King is confident that he can destroy the human empire, it just needs some effort... He is sure that after destroying the empire, he will still be able to fight the Storm King.

It can even lead the human empire to attack the Storm King.

But first…

The Silent King took a deep breath like an anthropomorphic being, suppressed his anger, and looked at the star map.

It cannot engage in a head-on conflict with the Storm King now, as being attacked from both sides would be extremely disadvantageous.

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"Didn't you say to call the Storm King to help?!"

Trazyn swung his fist directly at Orikan's face, making a crisp clang!
"Fate is on the right track - time will prove me right!"

"That's right, your mom!"

Trazyn punched again, and it was strengthened by Hades again. It knocked Orricken down with three punches, and then rode on it and beat Orricken up.

Perhaps because he felt guilty, Orikan hesitated this time.

"What we need now is a conflict between the Storm King and the Silent King! Those two old bastards - why don't you just fight them head-on instead of playing political games here!"

Trazyn trembled with anger. In fact, the two Necron Emperors were still afraid of the Human Empire, otherwise they would not have played like this.

Because these two necrophiles know that no matter how much conflict there is between them, the first target of attack for both sides will only be aliens.

"Never mind—never mind—I'll take care of it this time!"

Trazyn shouted.

No one else could accomplish this task. Farther away, Trazyn's human friends were fighting fiercely -

Just because of the sudden attack by the Storm King.

Pluto had to be exposed ahead of time.

(End of this chapter)