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

Chapter 827 [269.] Chaos!
"Isn't this possible?"

Lady Psyche glanced sideways. Between the couches, Angron was lying, waving his hands in a slightly irritated manner.
[Whoever wants to fight the greenskins can do so - I have tried my best.]
The lustful man sighed aloud,
[Another greenskin...and another Necrons, can't Guilliman send me something more interesting to play with?]
As the maniac spoke, his eyes slid uncontrollably towards the other side of the battlefield. There, the Lord of Red Sand clenched his hands tightly, and his battle axe trembled.

The abilities of the two Angrons are more like high-powered transmitting and receiving antennas. Not only can they transmit the emotions they hope to resonate with at high power, but they are also extremely sensitive to the noisy emotions of the outside world.

But Angron seemed to have learned the emotional acceptance shield without any instruction, and the golden light spread.

Otherwise, the maniac would believe that the [synesthesia] he just emitted would definitely make the other self feel something.

"You are a little too impatient."

Lady Psyche hissed, looking into the distance with some worry. After seeing the tenacious Typhons staggering to his feet amid the explosion of green skins, the followers of Slaanesh breathed a sigh of relief.

[You are a little too weird, boring Barbarus.]
Angron's voice came lazily.
[Impatient? This is a nature and a virtue for us - what did that 'Motarion' teach you?]
“Haha, Angron, if you want to play with Mortarion, just tell me directly—but I won’t help you persuade Mortarion.”

[Whatever~]
The Desire Maniac yawned. Normally, synaesthesia would make Angron even more excited, but since the one he just felt was a greenskin without any reproductive organs—

Therefore, the loss of the Madman is slightly greater, and the emotional response fed back is not enough to support Angron in the second half, unless he takes drugs.

Lady Psyche glanced at Angron oddly.

"Don't you think that the gods' blessings have decreased a lot since you came here? Do you know the state of my Lord in this line of fate?"

[I don’t know~I’m too lazy to know.]
Angron yawned again, picked up the femur of the remains of the Necromancer Emperor and pounded his back.
[It was probably swallowed or annexed by our great Lord... The great ones are similar to each other. Isn't it because of the connection between the subspaces that we can come here?]
"As far as I know, my master of this destiny had already disappeared before this."

Lady Psyche spoke hesitantly, and she stretched out her hand. A ball of fiery purple light rose up, but it flickered and disappeared again.

"I feel a little tired... Can you still feel the blessing of our Lord?"

[? ]
A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the maniac [Angron]. He stretched out his finger and rubbed it on his cheek like a match, and a bright purple flame rose from his fingertips.

[It's a little bleak, but not to the point of causing panic.]
The maniac said slowly, he climbed half of his body forward,
[You are not going to do anything big, Lady Psyche? I heard that there is something anti-psychic in this fate line.]
Lady Psyche laughed.

"It's not a joke, Maniac. I can play with these for a bit... As the biggest medium for the Dark Prince's fate, you should be more careful."

[Well, well, this is the fate of being too favored,]
The lunatic slowly rose to his feet,

[In that case, I'll just play with them.]
Lady Psyche forced a smile of gratitude. The more Slaanesh power the maniac used, the closer the two lines of destiny would be, and the closer their gods would be to them.

Gods bless their believers, and believers will also influence Gods at the same time - thousands of years ago, Guilliman used this to further pollute Chaos into a side closer to disorder.

In the distance, Angron watched the Desire Maniac stand up again. It was as if thousands of alpacas were galloping through his heart. He even began to pray to the Emperor to give him another Butcher's Nail.

Then he nailed the most terrifying torture device in the galaxy to the maniac's head.

To be fair, Angron had never encountered such a difficult situation before. The Maniac's near-perfect control over emotions and empathy made the Lord of Red Sand feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

In the previous battles, he had to command the battle while keeping his mind tense and on guard against the provocative and teasing mental attacks from the maniac. This feeling that came from time to time was too terrifying.

In the midst of panic, Angron's skills in emotional resonance and manipulation made a qualitative leap -

His gladiator spirit of never giving up kept him going and also allowed him to grow in the confrontation.

The only way to resist the mental attack of the maniac is...

Angron stretched out his hand and slammed the axe head of the raised battle axe. A golden light wave arose, and with the Lord of Red Sand as the center, the golden ripples slowly spread out.

[For the Empire! For Humanity!!!]

The Primarch roared, and the World Eaters around him heard the Primarch's battle cry and roared in unison, chainsaw axes humming, blood and flesh flying, charge! The World Eaters ran!
“Live up to the name of Angron!!!”

[It’s really passionate…]
The Lustful One [Angron] raised his eyes and licked his lips. With the help of his other self, this battle didn't seem so boring anymore.

The maniac turned his head, his muscles and bones making a creaking sound. He felt that his interest was like something in his body being excited. He stared at the battlefield where the greenskins and the Necrons were fighting, and grinned.

[Increase.]
The Maniac said, and a dizzy light burst out from his body, and the next moment, bang! Angron fell back into the bed behind him, laughing.

Lady Psyche turned her head and saw the Necrons covered by the light of the Maniac spinning crookedly, while the greenskins were violently beating as if they were given stimulants. Lady Psyche saw several greenskins roaring and their heads exploded!

The abilities that the maniac likes to use most are synesthesia and amplification, because these two abilities are usually underestimated by the opponent, but if this kind of spell is used on a large-scale battlefield, it will bring about a catastrophic chain reaction.

The Necrons' perception was probably interfered with by the Brawler, while the Greenskins' belligerence was magnified, but this - but this - Lady Psyche's face turned black and she screamed!
"You are giving buffs to the greenskins on the other side?!!! Hentai man!!!"

After a brief silence, there was a deafening sound of WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
"WAAAAAAAGH!!!!!! I!!! I feel like I'm getting so hot!!! I want to fight!!! WAAAAGH!!!!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

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Lady Psyche wanted to rush over and shake the collar of Angron, who was lying limp on the bed, but it was too late. Lady Psyche rushed down the Titan with a dark face. Following her gaze, Typhons, who was supporting Vox, was surrounded by the greenskins who had suddenly expanded.

[A mistake... a pure mistake.]
[Angron] waved his hand, turned around, and began to concentrate on watching his other self fighting the World Eaters against the greenskin.

Was it really a mistake?

....................................

"Unlucky..."

Typhons uttered the word incoherently. The consensus of the Chaos Empire was that they should not cooperate with Slaanesh's army unless it was absolutely necessary.

These bastards who are paralyzed after having fun have no intention of caring about how to fight.

“WAAAAAAAGH!!!”

Another greenskin cry! Typhons raised his sickle and took the hammer from the greenskin boss with a grunt. Then Nurgle's followers exerted their strength and the sickle swept off a large piece of greenskin flesh.

Typhons took a few steps to the right and kicked aside a World-Eater who was lying groaning at his feet - the guy was playing a suffocation play with his intestines that were ripped out by the bomb, and it looked like he was going to die soon.

Unfortunately, with the help of the Vicious, this war turned into a protracted conflict that the Slaanesh army was least able to cope with.

Typhons looked up and saw that the battle line on the Empire side had not yet collapsed, and even had a momentum of becoming more and more courageous, but they had no intention of caring about their side at all -

Well, Typhons thought that it was actually kind of the Empire's Angron not to take the opportunity to launch missiles at their war zone.

But the Violent Ones were not panicked at all. For Angron and his army, death was nothing more than awakening again in the cradle of Slaanesh, which could even allow them to return to their world as quickly as possible.

The premise is that in this destiny, other people will not use "Pluto" to interfere with the rebirth of the Chaos Primarchs.

Typhon thought, Pluto is really efficient -

It completely ignored all the rules, so much so that [Vox], who just called Pluto for death, has not recovered yet.

Does this kind of existence also need help?

However, if "Pluto" was replaced with "Hades", Typhons would feel that everything made sense again.

While thinking, Typhoons killed another greenskin with his sickle. The greenskin boy screamed and slashed at Typhoons with his machete, but the machete was deeply embedded in Typhoons' stomach and could not be pulled out. Therefore, Typhoons easily killed the greenskin boy who was screaming in fear with his sickle.

The maniac's mess succeeded in making the greenskins dominate the battlefield. Now, except for the foot of the Titan where Slaanesh [Angron] was, the rest of the Chaos Empire was groaning.

But the Slaanesh followers lying limp on the ground made the greenskins lose interest in attacking them. After a loud shout of disgust, the capable greenskins excitedly ran towards the Empire, waving their knives.

Typhons deeply suspected that Angron did it on purpose.

Fortunately, this reduced the strength of the enemies Typhus faced. Typhus slowly thought that he was not afraid of a protracted war. For the children of Nurgle, a protracted war was just a moment in the garden.

It was not until an unknown amount of time had passed that Typhons felt that the greenskins were about to leave. The floating continent docked in the sky began to move, slowly climbing upwards, and a hazy psychic mist enveloped the continent.

In the distance, the real master of the green battlefield, WARLORD, is calling his warriors.

A real war is going on, good boys, set sail quickly! Don't waste any more time!
"WAAAAAGH!!! Get back to me!!! Lose the weight! Lose the weight! Lift off!!!!"

The greenskin warboss roared, and all the greenskin vehicles began to glow with green light.

"?!!!"

Typhons suddenly heard the scream of Lady Psyche. He turned around and saw that Lady Psyche, who was protecting the unconscious Vox, was hit by a heavy missile dropped by a flying lander.
Typhons' summoning of Hades just now was equivalent to a direct blow to the already weak [Vox] on the head. With his soul not yet recovered, [Vox] was completely unable to rise again.

boom! ! ! !

The earth is shaking!!!

Typhons watched as Vox, who was beside Lady Psyche, was blown away, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Lady Psyche screamed. She struggled to save Vox, but was hit again by the green fighter helicopter that fell from the sky and had to struggle desperately.

——Taifos looked along the arc and saw that the destination of Vox's fall was exactly a green-skinned explosive jet that was climbing rapidly.

boom!
[Vox] smashed into the wing of the explosive jet. Typhus opened his eyes and watched the green-skinned guys huddled together hanging on the wing, who had already started shouting that it was a gift from nature.

His brain was still a mess, the dripping water from the branches of the Blessed Garden had not yet dried up, and without much thought, the kind-hearted and united Nurgle believer made his choice.

Typhons suddenly leaped up, with an agility far beyond his body size. He raised the sickle high - sizzle - sparks flew, and the bent sickle blade bit into the fuselage of the jet. Typhons used force with both hands and swung himself up.

Boom!

The jet's fuselage, which was rising rapidly, suddenly fell. Typhons kicked two greenskins away. He grabbed Vox, glanced down, then aimed at the position where Lady Psyche was and threw Vox down directly.

The green light around the explosive jet became brighter and brighter. Without any hesitation, Typhons immediately jumped off the jet. But just as he jumped off -

Across the starry sky, the WARLORD on the distant battlefield exerted its strength, and the phantom heads of two wild green beasts suddenly appeared, their mouths wide open, roaring and instantly buffing all the greenskins!!!

Green light flashes!

"no?!"

Lady Psyche screamed. In front of her lay the huge pit created by Vorx and Vorx. She looked up at the sky in disbelief. There, Typhons disappeared together with the greenskins.

“Is this right?!!!”

The beloved of Slaanesh screamed.

..........................................

"I saw it."

Standing on the corpses of millions of Tyranids, Das Fang holds a sword in one hand and holds up his head, which he will never lower.

Boom——Buzz!!!

The Green-7 fighter plane, which was being fought by dozens of Sky Witches, screamed and emitted black smoke as it passed by the Big Fang on top of the Tyranid corpse, and the Big Fang did not waver at all.

BANG!!!!
Brilliant fireworks exploded in front of the big front teeth, and the bright red flames illuminated the greenskin warlord's resolute cheeks.

"Then - let's do it!!! Go to hell!!! Take my word!!! Let us be freed from the old days of slavery!!!"

Damen raised his sword! Behind him, the vast starry sky began to flicker.

Okay, no more
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(End of this chapter)