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

Chapter 831 [273.] Shooting Insects
"I seem to hear Malcador cursing..."

When Hades' voice sounded faintly in Trazyn's ears countless times, the Endless One was too lazy to even flash the green light in his eyes.

"Really? Congratulations, this proves that you are finally going crazy, Hades. Or let me put it another way, this proves that you are about to become a crazy idiot like the Star God."

As the Endless One spoke, he directed his small fleets to continue swatting the bugs. These endless bugs... He was also going crazy, allowing his own personality to sink into the takeover of the code.

Perhaps sensing the presence of the Outsiders, the already agitated Zerg became even crazier. The attacks from the Tyranids never stopped, and they had been fighting for 158 Terra hours in a row.

The time does not seem long, but the problem is that the Zerg's attack intensity is too high, so high that it is unimaginable. Here, every Tyranid who died in one second is enough to fight another Apocalypse.

Countless clumps of biomass debris floated irregularly in the void. There were so many of them that they formed a strange spherical garbage river in space. The rippling body fluids flashed with the light of explosions in the distance, but it was so strange. They were pushed away by the impact of explosions and bullets, and after moving away from the battlefield, they solidified due to the low temperature and became solidified rivers.

Hades could not see these strange, spherical rivers of biomass.

Because the successive Tyranids blocked his vision.

The Tyranids have already evolved again, adapting their limbs and weapons to the low-temperature and weightless environment as much as possible. Compared to space ships, these Tyranids are more like insects that move independently in the void, but they can update their tactical missions in a very short time.

The ants don't want their target to leave.

If sound could be heard, the silent universe would have been as noisy as a thousand supernovas exploding at the same time, like the singers under Slaanesh singing together.

The crowded Tyranids trembled and rubbed their bodies and intestines. Dazzling bioplasma shone brightly in their giant mouths that were torn to the limit. After billions of screams, they were fired together towards the target point designated by the swarm.

Over there, the Zerg that went to intercept were flashing. They had all given up the communication in the subspace, so every Tyranid was so eye-catching. In order to ensure normal communication, hundreds of extremely bright colors that could not be recognized by the naked eye flowed quickly on the surface of the Tyranid, just like the Sherlock Holmes code, alternating between light and dark, transmitting strategic information in milliseconds.

If you zoom out, you will see a large group of stars that are as big as a small satellite and as bright as the sun.

But if you look closely, you will find that there are countless wriggling tentacles and fangs of creatures, and billions of Tyranids flashing different lights and flashing lights of different frequencies make up this celestial body.

Even if there was no Chaos contamination on it, this celestial level of light pollution would be enough to cause cracks in the mind of a determined warrior.

In the dimension of the subspace, you can also see this star shining like the sun. Every Tyranid has an organ that is connected to the subspace and has a high affinity with the subspace. It is only used to interfere with Pluto and has no other functions.

Even though this organ would explode and become inactive the moment it approached Pluto, the purpose of the Terrans was to consume as much energy of that star god as possible.

There is a small cavity in the very center of this celestial body, and in the dimension of space, violent pure black electric arcs roar in it.

That star god miracle that countless Terrans covet.

In the extreme heat, drop after drop of metal droplets slowly grew from the armor and His sickle, like ripe fruits on branches, growing larger, and then slowly floating away from the treetops. These metal droplets were completely black and were quietly suspended around Him.

"Taron is trying to balance the magnetic and electric fields—since the gravitational field is locked—Tarazyn!"

He felt the disturbance that displeased Him coming from the outside world, and that Tyran was trying to disrupt His control over physics.
Farther away, so far that even the Endless Trazyn could not help him clear the airspace of those disturbing insects, neatly arranged narwhal insect ships were silent. They were originally a species specially designed for large-scale long-distance migration of insect swarms.

But now, these newly produced narwhal worm ships with evolved capabilities have joined the war. Above their heads, entangled with each other, their thin and long barbed wires are resonating with the gravity of the combat galaxy, interfering with and restraining the Star God and the Endless as much as possible.

"I know! I found a few locations where they are deployed."

The Infinite One shouted and snapped his fingers. In the silent command room of the Necrons, one of the tens of millions of different coordinate points jumping above its head suddenly flashed red.

'...? ! …? …! ! ! '

In the distant star field, there was a discordant commotion among the narwhal worm fleets that were concentrating on communicating with the gravity of the galaxy. Strange friction sounds and subspace flickers lit up among the worm swarms, but then -

Their white-purple chitinous shells reflected the setting sun.

Without any warning, the stars in this galaxy, which had already been desolately devoured by the Tyranids, began to collapse.

At a speed that the swarm could not escape.

The huge fireball that was burning brightly was shrinking rapidly, and with the naked eye, a hot shock wave carrying a huge amount of heavy matter could be seen rushing out from the center of the galaxy.

Before they arrived, the extremely high temperature had already caused the narwhal worm ships that were crowded together in order to disrupt the gravitational field as much as possible to melt like taro-flavored ice cream in summer, revealing their intricate intestines.

The Tyranids were still twitching, and their instinct made them try to escape, but before they could turn around, the real shock wave had arrived.

The next moment, a rough electronic sound rang out, and the bright red dot exploded with a snap, turning into a small electronic pixel firework, and then disappeared on the Necromancer's emerald green galaxy map.

"BINGGO!!!"

Taraxin shouted, and the next moment, fifty-three small dots representing galaxies on the galaxy map in front of it turned red.

"boom!"

Fifty-three crimson fireworks exploded, symbolizing the disappearance of fifty-three galaxies.

"I really wish there were worm queens in these systems, but it doesn't look like there are."

Trazyn slapped his thigh in frustration. Normally, if he wanted to clear out ten star systems in one go, he would need to inform the Silent King. According to the Necrons' war ethics protection regulations, this required layers of approval.

But now - no, of course none of that is needed.

"Ah! I feel a little like I'm back in the Battle in Heaven."

The Endless One muttered to itself, but it did not give itself much time to sigh, as the scepter in its hand once again issued a command signal.

"Are you beginning to miss the war, Endless?"

Pluto's deep, inhuman voice sounded, and millions of pitch-black metal tears floated around him, forming a perfect, evenly distributed sphere.

"But I think the time has come for us to retreat."

One thought.

In the space where the dark thunder roared, thousands of extremely thin black lines were emitted from the center of the sphere, and then sank into the endless, densely packed light-polluted Tyranid flesh mass that surrounded Him.

There was no sound, everything was still silent.

Looking from the outside, the outside of the spherical Tyranid swarm that was wrapping around Pluto looked like millions of thin black needles suddenly appeared and pierced the swarm.

A nanosecond of lag.

The originally extremely shining shell of Tyrone suddenly dimmed. The magnificent and colorful hall was suddenly extinguished by candles one by one, and it became darker layer by layer, with sticky liquid condensed by the cold on the small wounds on the chitinous shell.

A star that was once so dazzling in the Milky Way suddenly became like a light bulb that ran out of energy, dimming down to a faint fluorescence like residual heat. But the wisdom of the ant colony is not over yet.

Then - the next moment - the biochemical reaction brought about by death was triggered. There was no longer any warning light on the surface of the body, and the explosions that accumulated layer by layer from the inside out were screaming.

!!!

An explosion far more uniform and hotter than before lit up the celestial body again, making it far brighter than the eternal sun.

The explosion of Baoxuan was silent, and was accompanied by a huge shock caused by the group in the subspace again, and each move was directed at the hunted Star God.

"..."

The black needle that was previously "pierced" into the Tyranid sphere suddenly turned into the black silk of the Star God Night Embracer, connecting with each other like the hand of the god of death tightly grasping.
It tightly wraps around the exploding planet, not allowing any biomass to be blown to the outside by the impact of the explosion, but allowing it to be consumed as much as possible in the explosion.

The Tyranids' tactic is to consume Pluto's energy as much as possible, while Pluto's tactic is to make the Tyranids lose as much biomass as possible.

The explosion caused by the Tyranids lasted for ten minutes. Ten minutes later, from the gaps on the outermost side that were mixed with charred carbonized biomass, black tongues of fire shot out and continued to lick the biomass.

But before these biomass were completely burned up, before the explosion ended, a new round of Tyranids had already rushed over. Ignoring the licking of flames, the swarm frantically threw the biomass that could still be recycled into the distance, and then squeezed into the deeper part of the celestial body again.

"Fernus informed me that although they have not yet connected with the Human Empire and engaged in battle with the Greenskins, they are already close enough to the Human Empire. They can transport reinforcements to us through the Warp - although the Warp connection is extremely unstable."

"received!"

The Endless One leaned forward and looked carefully at the holographic map in front of his operating table.
"Let me see - on the way of strategic retreat, there is a 98% chance that we will encounter orcs, and a 61.2% chance that we will run into the Silent King's army."

"But I think you're right. We should run away—unless you want to meet the Outsider in person and chat with Him."

“…I’m not that interested yet.”

The bright green light in front of the command desk fell on the face of the Endless One, creating a halo, and the Endless One seemed to be thinking about something.

"I would really like to see the outsiders again..."

This Necromancer with a good memory seemed to be lost in his memories again.
During the War in Heaven, the Outsiders were not the most brutal and absurd among the complete Star Gods. On the contrary, they were kinder than the other Star Gods. That's why they were sent to fight the Ancient Elves instead of facing the battlefield of the Ancient Saints.

But I didn't expect...

The character flaws of the Outsiders were instead exploited by the Eldar God of Laughter Xigaoqi, who constructed an illusion, and as a joke of the God of Laughter, the Outsiders mistakenly ate their own friendly forces and personally devoured several little star gods who had fought alongside Him.

When the outsiders woke up from the illusion of the Laughing God, they only saw the wildly laughing Xi Gaoqi and the fragmented corpses of their own people floating in the void.

The Outsider fell into endless madness, fled the battlefield, and exiled himself from the galaxy.

But what happened next was far more absurd than the illusion constructed by the Laughing God. The Star Gods were deceived by the deceivers and began to fight and devour each other in pursuit of power.

Because they devoured their own kind, they exiled themselves to the outer reaches of the galaxy, and the Night Holders and Burners who actively chose to devour...

The Endless sighed in their hearts, perhaps this was a joke from the Milky Way, those who pursued power were torn apart, and those who exiled themselves were completely crazy; Trazyn seemed to have understood the truth of this galaxy, the more a race pursued something, the less it would get.

The Necrontyr who pursued health died completely, the Eldar who pursued a bohemian life died at the feet of Slaanesh, and the Humans who emphasized unity and loyalty the most were divided into so many different factions - perhaps only the Greenskins got what they wanted, which was war.

"We've done our best."

Trazyn knocked his head, and the metal fingers on the metal head made a sound of gnashing.

"I think the biomass lost by the Tyranids here far exceeds the total amount of their previous attacks on the Milky Way."

He looked out the porthole, his gaze passed over the ancient black star-like Star God Pluto, and fell on the slowly collapsing stronghold planet behind the Star God. On it, countless white and purple Tyranids seemed to have covered the surface of the planet with a layer of shimmering scales.

They tempted Tyran to occupy the planet so that they could use it as a short-distance supply of biomass, but in fact they were prepared to abandon the planet from the very beginning. Combined with Tarasim's invincible short-distance teleportation skills, all the troops Tyran invested in it were in vain.

"Prepare to retreat, I will follow."

The unclear hissing sound was heard again, and Trazyn sighed like an anthropomorphic being. The next moment, the fleet that had been gliding through the swarm of insects as accurately as a scalpel immediately turned around, as if it ignored inertia.

The Endless fleet, divided into groups of fifteen ships, began to transform. The ships spread out, leaving space, and within this space, the space began to tremble.

Dozens of seconds later, countless ships of the Human Empire appeared in Trazyn's fleet.

During this time, except for the necessary ship paint and flags, the ships of the Human Empire and the Necrons were indistinguishable from each other. Hades required his troops to have the most advanced technology, and the fact was that the most advanced technology came from the Necrons.

Hades's reinvention of Necron technology was also copied by Trazyn.

"How are you going to fight next?"

The response was successful, and Taraxin whistled.

"..."

"kill."

An indistinct sound was heard, and it was obvious that someone was getting mad at hitting a bug.

"Still not enough killed."

Trazyn coughed, and a certain black star god seemed to realize the importance of power.

However, no matter how powerful an individual force is, it cannot directly face the joint attack of multiple races such as the Silent King and the Tyranids.

However, in this situation, no matter who it is, they would have the urge to wonder why they can't be stronger! Powerful! Dominant!

Of course, Trazyn wouldn't. It never pursued excessive power. The Endless One hummed a tune and had already set the strategic retreat destination for this trip.

"We have five star supplies along our retreat route, but I still suggest you save your energy."

As the superluminal travel began, Trazyn felt himself turning into a beam of light. Behind the Endless fleet, along with the Zerg fleeing in all directions, the galaxy began to collapse.

Seven minutes later, the knocking sound of a black star god was heard next to the bulkhead of the Trazyn command ship traveling at faster-than-light speed.

Trazyn turned his head and saw the shapeless darkness twisting outside the porthole. It looked as if Hades was grinning at it - well, maybe so, Trazyn couldn't quite tell.

(End of this chapter)