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

Chapter 829 [271.] Survival, Fate, and Justice
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'He... is approaching'

In the distance, beyond the stars torn apart by darkness, the tentacles twisted and slowly floated in the void. A sticky sound came, accompanied by a soft hiss.

The insect queen is thinking, resonating with the spirits in the same nest.

The spherical energy body pulling huge force is approaching. The Zerg has carefully avoided the strange madman, but the outsiders have begun to move beyond the expectations of all races.

The Tyranids will absolutely not be able to face such beings. They rely on biomass construction to survive and are not good at fighting against extremely large energy bodies.

"Stay away... avoid..."

The instinct for survival makes the Zerg gathered here ready to move. The Zerg Queen can feel the uneasiness coming from the end of the hive's will. The Tyranids are afraid, and the instinct from within their bodies is whispering to them to stay away.

but……

but……

The tentacles stretched and retracted greedily in the air, like a beast wrinkling its nose to sniff blood.

The swarm does not rely solely on pure instinct. The highest level of the hive mind ensures that they can make long-term plans and exchange short-term failures for greater benefits.

And now, such a tempting existence is right in front of them.

"Star God..."

"It can be... transformed..."

Dusty and hungry, even though the Tyranids had devoured countless star systems, they still could not reach a higher level of energy conversion. The arrogant beasts bared their fangs and ate up all the grass on every planet.
Above them, the bright stars still watched them, cold and unforgiving, burning and continuing to burn after this.

They... could never take a bite of the sweet, tempting, burning red fruit.

But now, an admission ticket is right in front of them.

An organism that has been modified after birth, possessing the common characteristics of energy bodies, star gods and organisms, can easily utilize huge amounts of intense energy and convert it into matter.

From Pluto, the Zerg will find an answer that will absolutely satisfy them. The curse that has been hanging over the population like a genetic lock will be broken. They will step into a higher level of energy and matter conversion and carefully nibble on every fruit in the galaxy.

This opportunity...

It’s really…too…delicious…

Even if they cannot decipher it, the Tyranids can try to manipulate it... or piece together their spoils of war and use them to their advantage.

only……

They had very little time left. They heard the roar of a green beast in front of them and the energy field behind them began to fluctuate.

A little faster... just take the next bite...

The miracle woven by genes began to move. Hundreds of millions of living ships appeared among the dim nebulae where they were hiding. In an instant, they lit up with brilliant floating light like intricate ganglia.

In front of the sickles of the sentinel bees, the darkness surrounded by endless swarms of insects was roaring.

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

This is fate.

There was a bright and aggressive light in the big front teeth's eyes. The beast warlord had grown to an unimaginable size and might have even reached the realm of the ancient orcs.

But the green beast knew it couldn't move forward, even a little bit.

Its inner demon, its enemy, its former mentor, has locked the beast's path to continued evolution. Only by defeating him! Only by defeating him!!! One step forward, Damenfang and the Underworld Clan will have a bright future.

The bustling swarm of insects, far more numerous than the stars, was reflected in the porthole in front of the big front tooth. In this galaxy, it was not only the greenskins who wanted to chop off the head of Pluto.

He is too powerful, too dark, and they cannot tolerate his continued growth, or profit from it. From the bodies of defeated heroes and kings, new challengers will gain unimaginable treasures and blades.

But for the Hades Clan, Hades has now completely transformed into a concrete "shackle". This race, born under the will of the ancient saint, will for the first time raise the banner of rebellion against their so-called "manipulator" -

Even though Pluto was not their original enslaver, Front Fang knew that after they defeated Pluto, the next target would be the Ancient Saints!

The Ancient Saint, the creator who had been lost in the songs of the ancient spirits. For some reason, Daqian Ya had a vague feeling that the Ancient Saint would reappear, or at least would not disappear completely.

So--

Let's fight now.

Big Front Tooth raised his head and looked at the Zerg who were racing against time to encircle and destroy Pluto. The feat of killing Pluto would be engraved in the history of the greenskin clan, instead of being preempted by a mere bug.

It trembled, but it was not because of the fear of the big fang itself. The giant battleship it was standing on trembled violently because the engine was working at full capacity, and beside this most rude and huge beast battleship, tens of thousands of its beast brothers roared and stuck their heads out.

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

silence.

The dark grey tombs are silent and desolate. Those who held opposing views have long since vanished into thin air. The royal family's rule does not require discordant notes.

Except for that mediocre clown...

The great king's gaze penetrated through countless creations of time and space and humble races, looking at the dim point among the stars. The clown was still chattering at this moment, forming an alliance with foreign races, betraying the necrophiles, just for his fleeting dream.

Following the Silent King fleet, the inferior Terran fleet tried its best but still could not catch up with its warriors even a little bit.

"……hehe."

The cold laughter dissipated from the sky above the soldiers who knelt down. Only the king knew what was justice and what was right.

The actions of the other races are nothing more than foolish acts of reckless struggle for survival, selfish and irresponsible. The Galaxy is falling again because of this. The expelled lunatics return to the galactic stage, the invading alien races are gnawing at the stars, and the inferior races evolved from apes are making a loud noise-

And the Silent King will put an end to this farce, this atrocity.

With its absolute strength.

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"I don't feel good."

The noisy sound of radio wave transmission rang in the ears of the Endless One Taraxin. Taraxin sighed deeply, rubbed his brows like an anthropomorphic person, and raised his eyebrows to look at the pile of insects with almost no gaps.

In the deepest part of the Zerg blockade where light communications were flashing, Pluto was disinfecting the insects.

only……

“There are too many bugs.”

Hades made an objective assessment, and he was sweating a little. At this moment, the galaxy they were in had already gone dark, because the only star had been sucked clean by Hades. But facing the overwhelming Zerg, these energies were obviously not enough.

"The Tyranids' attacks have suddenly become more fierce. It seems like they don't want to give up my genes easily."

"Maybe it's the outsider."

Trazyn pondered for a moment, then stood up suddenly and lay on the observation porthole in an unsightly manner. He felt a little uneasy.

That was the oppression of the necrophiles from a complete star god.

Storm is coming.

"The Outer Ones...are very close to us now."

"..."

Silence followed the roar of the Tyranids. Trazyn knew that Hades was thinking. The Necrons raised their eyebrows.
"Perhaps we should contact the Emperor or Guilliman to see if they can allow the Outers to enter the Eye of Silent space later? If the Outers continue to move at this speed, I think we should consider an escape route - we must break through the siege of the Zerg and hide on the other side of the Silent King's battle line before the Outers arrive."

The only force that can truly resist the Outsiders is currently the Silent King, who controls the entire Necron army.

In other words, if the Outsiders arrive, Hades and his men will need to take shelter in advance, cross the Zerg and Greenskin fronts, go around to the rear of the Silent King's front, and join forces with the Human Empire army that is chasing the Silent King's fleet.

This kind of operation can only be said to be a fantasy, but fortunately, Finus Manus, who was previously commissioned by Hades, is exploring routes on the flank of the Silent King's front, and there is hope that he can meet up with the forces of the Human Empire in advance.

"I hope everything goes well for Finus."

Hades spoke amidst the swarm of insects. The darkness between his black pupils began to burn with deeper hunger and devouring. He was silent for a moment, then spoke again.
"Endless, do you still have any Star God fragments in stock?"

"No more! All gone!"

Taraxin waved his hands hurriedly, and finally took out all the star god fragments from his family to feed the Dark Lord.

Hades sighed. The war was urgent and would not develop as he wished.

Terran's determination and offensive indeed exceeded everyone's imagination.

"Tarasim..."

He said, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"By then...if it really doesn't work, I might take the initiative to enter the Star God state. Then it will be up to you to prevent me from accidentally hurting anyone."

"???"

Trazyn wanted to yell at Hades for betraying his teammates, but after looking at the overwhelming swarm of insects again, he swallowed the words back.

"Can,"

Trazyn said with some difficulty:

"But you have to promise to be my collection after this."

"You collected my bed and it was quite comfortable to sleep in. It's okay."

Hades smiled, knowing that Trazyn was playing his own joke again, lightning flashed in the eyes of the Hades, and the next moment, the swarm of insects gathered in front of him exploded in a huge shining light.

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[What an amazing result.]
[Robert Guilliman] sighed as if from the bottom of his heart. The only thing that remained unchanged was the faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Guilliman glanced sideways, but did not want to talk too much to another self.

The war was still going on. They stood side by side, stepping on the corpses with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
The Glory Guard and the Ever-Victorious Army followed them. For some reason, Guilliman always felt that another Glory Guard of his own exuded an extremely bloody aura, even though each of their armor was polished to a shine, just like the cold-blooded king [Guilliman] himself.

[Tyron…]
Guilliman easily ignored the uncomfortable aura of his other self and continued talking to himself.

[Very powerful, isn't it? If they are allowed to enter the heart of the empire, it may be a disaster for the current empire.]
The fate of Guilliman does not include the figure of Tyranids. This is probably a coincidence of countless opportunities. After all, the Outsiders in their destiny are not guarding the outside of the Milky Way, but completely disappeared in the outer galaxies after the Necrons were wiped out by the Human Empire.

But even though he had never faced the Tyranids, Guilliman could see at a glance the horror of this race.
In a way, Guilliman believed that this was a kind of existence that might be superior to his empire in terms of underlying system. It was true population consciousness. As long as the Zerg was not defeated, it would be the most efficient army.

However, after thousands of years of iteration and design, the human empire under his command is no less united than theirs.

Guilliman smiled.

[Such a terrifying army is now trapped in a certain battlefield... It is hard to imagine what kind of existence can hold back such a terrifying creature.]
The Kingslayer turned his head to look at his other self. Guilliman, the Lord of the Empire, said nothing, but just pursed his lips tightly.

He knew very well that the Tyranid force was terrifying. What the cold-blooded king said was absolutely true. If this swarm of Zerg was allowed to enter the center of the galaxy... Guilliman felt a little dizzy.

Even if the Empire did not fight against the Necrons, if humans faced this group of Tyranids alone, they might become food for the swarm if they were not careful.

And now... Guilliman looked a little pale. Pluto and the small army of the Infinite were holding back such a huge army.

But Guilliman knew that Pluto's side would not be able to hold out that long. Without other reinforcements, it would be inevitable that they would be devoured by the Zerg swarm.

The knocking of his other self beside him became less important at this moment. Guilliman remained silent, his brain working rapidly.

[Fenus and his army can't hold out for long... The army needs to speed up. Sorry, I have to excuse myself for a moment. ]

The cold-blooded king raised his eyes and looked at the figure of another Guilliman hurriedly leaving. Finus? Indeed, Finus was also on that battlefield.

Finus Manus was naturally powerful, and Guilliman knew it. He valued Finus because he knew the terror and power of this Iron-Armed Primarch.

In this line of destiny, the other Fenus is also powerful enough, Guilliman thought lightly, the Nirvana system... the supreme thing that combines physics and psychic energy, supports more than 80% of the computing power of this empire.

This was another completely different answer submitted by the human empire when facing a huge empire. Guilliman did consider a similar plan in the past, but after careful consideration, he chose a more efficient and blasphemous path.

But this Finus... is indeed worth a visit.

The God of Destiny chose him, Guilliman smiled, the biting wind mixed with smoke and blood blew on his face, the sound of artillery in the distance still shook the earth, but the main force of the Silent King retreated.

This means that he no longer needs to deploy troops to fight against his overly morally obsessed "brother", and the saved combat power can be used for subsequent battles.

What will he see next?

Guilliman looked up at the stars, and he also saw the huge monster moving towards him at a rapid speed.

The outsiders...

This was truly another bad move by the Human Empire, Guilliman sneered. He didn't know which decision-maker came up with the decision, but no matter who it was, he must be an arrogant and conceited king.

But if there were no outsiders... who could fight against the Silent King who had let go of most of his shackles?

The Silent King might be going crazy now.

(End of this chapter)