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

Chapter 852 [294.] Noise is the best! The fastest in the galaxy!
The star that continuously releases pain to the warp is slowly disintegrating in the weightless void, and the breath leaking from it is constantly polluting the High Heaven.

From the psychic perspective, the originally shining Supreme Heaven was now pitch black on the projection of Pluto, as if some deadly radioactive liquid was leaking, and the dirty turbulence was eroding the bright and shining subspace.

Such blasphemy has never appeared in the Most High Heaven.

It's like the first time a person who has lived underground forever looks directly at the sun with his eyes, or like the first time a person who has never had a sense of smell smells the fermented smell of blood and excrement. It is a physiological disgust and horror - you have never seen such a thing, but your soul deep in your bones trembles at the sight of it.

That dark and disordered existence...that blasphemous and greedy crack...it is a tumor of the world, a symbol of the imperfection of the entire destiny, a gap, an incompleteness, and something that is contemptible and disgusting.

Those who were originally looking at that area couldn't help but quietly shift their gazes away and trembled subconsciously.

Guilliman half-knelt on the altar, his hand tightly covering his right eye, blood flashing with blue light still dripping uncontrollably.

This was also his first time to "look directly".

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Great shock spread across the Primarch, but then turned into hysteria. He somewhat understood why the other old thing was so shameless - because of that existence - that dark and blasphemous existence.

It was far beyond their imagination - even though Guilliman had anticipated it, it was still painful to face it.

But even so... [Guilliman] stood up panting. Even though the opponent had such a powerful killer weapon, the Lord of Mankind had never intended to let this game decide the winner from the beginning.

The Emperor's first move was to end a lose-lose situation for both sides. The exchange of Pluto was a fatal blow to both empires, and the only difference between losers might be life and death.

Or perhaps only life and death are considered problems in the eyes of the Lord of Mankind, and all other future construction and resources are nothing in the eyes of Neos.

After realizing this, Guilliman couldn't help but sneer. He was wrong - he had deployed a large number of troops, but he didn't expect the Emperor to choose to persuade Horus to rebel, and then directly blew up an entire planet in exchange for the opportunity to enter the solar system and a large-scale cessation of psychic energy in the solar system for a period of time.

Then let him see the limits of another Lord of Mankind - compared to his father, this Lord of Mankind seems to be more disordered and crazy. At least Guilliman can see what the Emperor is thinking, and this Emperor...

[Guilliman] It's hard to tell whether the other party really wants to win, or just wants to see blood flow on the battlefield.

But no matter what, he will make those intruders pay the price.

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Pluto is disintegrating.

Khan watched the disintegration of the planet with indifference - as the most important transportation hub in the solar system and the base of the Star Language Court that connects the entire human empire, the Lord of Humanity's move directly destroyed at least 60% of the communications in another destiny line.

The remaining communications... are supported by the Cult of Hades and the Mechanicus.

But he was not in the other destiny line, so he didn't know the situation there at the moment -

If the Khan knew that the fate of the main empire on the other side was also in a battle, he might be much more anxious and angry than he is now. When it comes to betraying his son and the empire, Neos has never been a good person.

It's like burning down half of your house and then telling them that the fire bought them the sun tomorrow.

Khan pulled his thoughts back to the past. The planetary fragments pushed away by the explosion were floating slowly. Some continental fragments with shapes suitable for anti-spiritual energy were captured by engineering ships outside the fleet. These fragments were stuck to the outside of the fleet like hermit crabs, covering it with a layer of rough armor.

During Mortarion's report on the Galasper offensive, these outermost asteroid fragments had been hollowed out and then filled with bombs, but time was running out and they had no chance to do so.

This battle would be far more brutal and bloody than the one against the Death Guard - the Primarch of the White Scars must be prepared to lose a large part of his fleet.

Moreover, in the Battle of Galaspar, the Fourth Knight, the vanguard, was also modified by Mortarion before the battle - to make it faster and more adaptable to overload acceleration.

But at this point, the Khan believed that none of his ships would need modification, and that they would be faster than the fastest ships of the Death Guard.

[Go full speed ahead, keep your distance! ]

This motley fleet had not yet reached a perfect formation, and some ships were still arranged chaotically within the fleet, but there was no time. Those shining blue enemy ships were surrounding them like a pack of hungry wolves, and they had to break out before the wolves' encirclement was completed.

Khan believes he will adjust the queue in the next drag race, but now - it's time to twist the accelerator.

Following the Primarch's whisper, the fleet led by the White Scars suddenly lit up, and the engines that had been preheated long ago lit up with brilliant light in an instant, like a loud whistle, and the engines roared violently.

At the front of the fleet, the leading ship, the Queen of Glory, and the Bladestorm, leaped out at a speed that was strangely inconsistent with its huge size, like a giant horse galloping on the plateau, with the fierce wind blowing through its bright white mane. The ship, which was usually as low-key and silent as its original body, suddenly became radiant at this moment, and at a high speed, the whole world will focus on its arrogant figure.

If you entrust your mission to the White Scars, the Legion will not let you down.

Almost like the wind, struggling on this fate line, the fleet that had not yet had time to equip the main empire's inertia-free superluminal engine sped up at a speed that was not inferior to those ships.

None of the White Scars would be confused as to how they could run at such high speeds without being crushed by inertia, because they knew that they had been running at such speeds since ancient times - or even faster! Of course they would be faster!
Even though Jaghatai had warned the Space Wolves and the Luna Wolves beforehand, this speed still shocked the crew members in the middle of the fleet. In those ships that were not White Scars ships, the crew members were running fast and roaring loudly, trying their best to keep up with the pace of the white horses.

Fortunately, the Khan had reserved space for the slow movement of these ships in advance. Although the white horse galloped at full speed, he was still concerned about the "old, weak and sick" behind him.

Outside the ships, seeing the invading fleet begin to move, the blue-painted fleets immediately responded accordingly. Fleets from all directions gathered and blocked all the fleet's routes to Terra.

In the vast starry sky, everything is silent and the fleets of both sides are getting closer and closer. Due to the large size, the larger the object, the slower its movement seems, but every bit of movement actually crosses thousands of mountains and rivers.

Getting closer... getting closer... Finally, after crossing a critical point, the wolves hiding under the hills began to roar. The rain of torpedoes and missiles of unknown types drew billions of fireworks in the deep sky. Fire! Fire! Fire again! In Robert Guilliman's empire, life and ammunition are the least valuable numbers.

At the same time, the compressed packages of the psyker's nervous system stored in special cabins began to pray. Thousands of ships specially used for psychic attacks formed a strange array at the nodes of the subspace. The think tanks of the Extreme Warriors, who had fought in tens of millions of internal battles of the legion, stood on the ships, with their special scepters facing specific directions, praying for the supreme power to be bestowed upon them.

The airspace that the raiding Imperial fleet had to pass through suddenly became visibly muddy - as if some kind of translucent blue goo filled the entire space, and whispers emerged.

Standing at the bow, the Khan's eyebrows unconsciously frowned, and the Primarch pursed his lips tightly, preparing for the first storm. The situation was far more complicated and difficult than the Galasper that Mortarion faced that year - although he had more fleets than the Death Guard - and the Khan believed that his fleet was obviously better than the Death Guard.

But Guilliman is obviously not an easy person to deal with.

The first wave of torpedoes and missiles had not yet reached the bow of the Storm Blade. After endless salvos, the enemy ship's firing finally stopped for a moment, but it was not a rest. Khan could feel that the Wolf King was nestling in his lair, staring at them sinisterly.

It was like a tacit consent, a cruel rule among wolves. Some obviously modified ships stepped out from the Extreme Marine fleet blocking their way. The wolves watched their own kind step out in silence, then roared loudly and rushed directly towards the herd of horses!

Suicide attack! Just like the Khan would use suicide charge, Guilliman also favored suicide attack - after all, for him, unless it was a lifeline resource - such as Pluto, everything else was just a number.

The wolves were howling, and Khan narrowed his eyes, looking at the overwhelming ammunition and the wolves following closely behind the ammunition.

Even the most ferocious and fearless warriors would be startled after seeing this scene. The Khan even seemed to sense the sneer of Guilliman who was lazily nestling in the lair opposite him. He knew that he was a cunning wolf, and the wolf pack relied on Guilliman and obeyed him.

[Can you do it?! Chagatai! ]

The Wolf King's exclamation sounded from the channel. Compared with Guilliman, Russ seemed to be less ruthless. Fundamentally, Russ still cared about his offspring and friendship, while Guilliman was a mutated madman.

The Khan's face darkened, but he still remained stern.

【You shouldn't question a mature rider.】

The Khan pondered, the sound of wind sounded, the Khan's cloak fluttered, the wolf fangs on his waist collided with agate, jingling, and a strong wind blew around the Primarch, bringing the distant eagle cries of the grassland.

The Storm Prophets waved the scepters made of ancient wood, sheep bones and eagle feathers, imitating the voice of Eji Tengri, and uttered low and resonant spells from their throats that were almost impossible for humans to utter.

At the same time, the Emperor's voice sounded almost simultaneously.

"Your spiritual energy can't handle it - I'll come too."

The Khan raised his eyebrows in surprise. Before this, Neos had emphasized countless times that the Primarchs had to walk this path on their own, but in the end the Emperor still took action.

The Primarch wanted to say something - Jaghatai realized that the Lord of Mankind was most likely overdrawing himself, after all, he still needed to retain enough strength to fight on Terra.

But the Khan still said nothing in the end, just like when he saw the Emperor decide to detonate Pluto, every decision made by the Lord of Mankind could not be persuaded by the Primarch. In fact, no one could make the Emperor change what he had decided to do.

Except for Guilliman who held the contract that time.

So the Khan said nothing, he just indicated that he knew about it. Amid the howling of wolves in the dark night, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the storm was approaching.

The communication from the Emperor was disconnected, and at the last moment the Khan heard the precursor of a cough, but the Primarch remained silent.

Everyone will bleed in this battle, including the Lord of Humanity. This is the fate.

Then, the horses neighed and strode into the place where the horses were trapped, surrounded by wolves.

The first to be triggered were the torpedoes. Countless torpedoes screamed out of the muzzles and rushed towards the torpedo missile arrays that far outnumbered them - trying to intercept them as much as possible and trigger a chain of explosions in advance. Brilliant fireworks exploded among the densely packed torpedo groups, one after another, gorgeous and dazzling.

But it's still not enough.

Guilliman's calculations were very good. At the same time as the first torpedo reached the Khan's fleet, the Imperial fleet also entered the muddy area of ​​the warp space.

A dull black color enveloped the outermost side of the fleet, followed by dazzling gold inside. The strong wind whistled between the speeding ships, passing through the halls, breaking up the surging blue ocean, and breaking the waves outside the ships.

The void shield was opened to its maximum in a short period of time, humming violently, followed by the point defense array, with flashing flames spitting out from the muzzles of guns and guns, detonating missiles and torpedoes. The EMP artillery platform had also been activated long ago to interfere with the torpedoes near the ship as much as possible.

On the deck, fighter planes took off and circled the ship, with flames spurting out of their machine guns.

But it's still not enough.

Most of the torpedoes and missiles were shot down, intercepted, and shot into the void after losing their target direction, but there were still many that slipped through the net and crashed into it. The Bladestorm, which was acting as the wind blade for the entire fleet, raised its head and roared, and those torpedoes hit its heavy bow, leaving small black marks on it.

The torpedoes at the side of the fleet hit the outer shell composed of Pluto fragments. With dazzling explosions, countless fragments were scattered into the void.

Not enough to be afraid of.

"Keep full speed!!! The queue can't be disrupted!!"

The horses did not slow down, but became even more crazy at the sight of blood. The lead horse neighed and strode forward. Its tall and strong body collided head-on with the first wolf that rushed over. The Storm did not hesitate at all, and its sharp bow rammed straight into the ship that was smaller than its size.

An even bigger explosion occurred at the point of collision between the two ships - self-destruction is often the final act of a suicide attack.

Amidst the dazzling brilliance, the Bladestorm sailed out of the smoke and explosions and continued to rush forward! Go! Go! Go! Go!!!
Slowing down means death!!! If the wind stops howling, then it must be death that takes away the speed of life. Any horse that lags behind will die, and only the horse that gallops in the dark night will survive!
Go! Go! Go! Go!!!
The leader horse was even crazier when seeing the blood on its hooves. Its mane was flying high, and it was swearing to its herd: Run! Run to catch up with it!
In an instant, the Queen of Glory seemed to come to life. It ran, raised its head and neighed.

Seeing that the Bladestorm could not break through, the wolves that rushed up immediately changed direction flexibly, turned the rudders to the sides, and broke in from the side. Some of the wolves knocked off the fragments of planetary armor on the outside of the fleet, while other wolves successfully broke into the outside of the fleet. They bit the side of the ship, filled up the engines, and embedded themselves tightly in the bulkheads of the ship, biting open the thick bulkheads and exposing the fragile cabins in between.

The ships that were caught by the wolves began to slow down and they let out death howls. The horses beside them would not help them and any hesitation would result in them being left behind.

In a flash, those ships that were caught were left behind by the main force - not long after, brilliant explosions broke out one after another at those ships that were left behind, and they fell into the mud of death.

The Storm Blade had three or four raiders on its side that were specifically trying to bite it, but as light spears and torpedoes were fired, one battleship after another desperately rammed into the raiders that were biting the ship and knocked them off.

The fragments of the damaged ships flew into the air, but they were getting faster and faster! Faster and faster!
Run! Herd of horses!
The Khan held his reins, his eyes sparkling.

(End of this chapter)