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

Chapter 853 [295.] Destiny

The sun is high in the sky, and wolves are surrounding it.

Run! Let go of the reins of your horse!

Let the wind howl!

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The wolves howled and rushed forward recklessly, tearing off flesh and blood with their fangs made of torpedoes and light spears, piercing the skin with their sharp claws and dragging out the hot internal organs, their mouths were scarlet with bloodthirsty fanaticism.

Some ships on the outside of the fleet were separated from the main force forever and were soon surrounded and torn to pieces by countless wolves. The ships that were directly penetrated from the outside and penetrated the internal cabins spewed out the atmosphere and crew members, and the blood floated in the void and was then swallowed up by the explosion.

Yet the winner will never slow down.

The horses strode through Guilliman's fleet. The wind grew stronger and stronger. The originally smooth and neat outer sides of the ships were illuminated by the sunlight and the light of the explosion, and the waves began to shimmer, like the hair of a horse blowing in the wind and sunlight.

Seeing that the entire fleet was about to break through the first line of defense, the alpha wolf snorted in dissatisfaction, and his loyal wolves responded immediately. The larger ships, flashing with strange psychic energy fluctuations, came out and rushed straight towards the fleet led by the Khan!

【…】

On the bow of the ship, the Khan frowned silently, his figure seemed to grow taller and taller, like a horse herder standing on a distant mountaintop on the plateau. The breath of wild wind and freedom emerged beside each white scar, and also cast a layer of glory on the forefront of the entire fleet.

But...it's not enough!

In the core area of ​​the fleet, Neos suddenly stood up, his eyes sparkling, his black hair fluttering wildly, and golden flames burning, as if burning from deep in his bones.

The unwiped blood at the corner of his mouth was even more eye-catching. There were probably few people in the galaxy who were so crazy and so cruel to himself and everyone else. Anyone with psychic vision who saw the Lord of Mankind's actions at this moment would probably faint from screaming out in shock because of his madness.

To make an inappropriate analogy, this man has sacrificed his flesh and blood to power for more power, but now his fleet, his children, and his empire call for another victory, and he must win.

He tore off his own bones and threw them into the fire, watching the flames burn with joy and enthusiasm. The blazing flames illuminated the man's hideous smile and what was left of his life.

The golden flame ignited, and then a gust of wind passed directly past him, blowing his black hair into a mess. The golden flame around him suddenly dissipated in the wind and turned into tiny sparks.

The sound of the wind grew louder and stronger, and the bright sunlight shone down, illuminating the entire grassland and mountains, leaving no trace of darkness or shadow. The eagle soaring in the wind became even more proud.

The Lord of Mankind was using his own psychic powers to complement the Khan, just as he had done for Robouti Guilliman, putting the psychic reins on his brothers.

This scene was unknown to Guilliman, and not many Primarchs knew that if the situation required, the Emperor would take the initiative to use psychic power to cooperate with them - the only one who really knew about this was probably the current Lord of the Eagle, Chagatai, who was soaring.

Feeling his spiritual power increase greatly, the Khan just pondered for a moment, neither happy nor sad. His eyes were only focused on Kuang Cyclone. He would send his army to Terra.

In an instant, the psychic ships that came forward to self-destruct crashed straight into the fleet. Brilliant blue light burst out, but were quickly blown away by the hurricane brought by the fleet. The noisy and discordant curses were forgotten by the speed, leaving only the roar of the engines.

Like a sharp arrow, it shot straight through the chaotic flock of birds, and the sharp white light slid across the arrowhead - they successfully drove out of the first blockade.

The azure ship that blocked his view was left behind, just like clearing away the clouds. The Khan's eagle-like eyes suddenly became open and spacious, but there was no trace of joy.

This is just the “first” line of defense.

The Primarch looked out into the distance and saw the densely packed defense line that looked like a Great Wall of the Void or a shimmering river in space.

Guilliman set up twenty-seven such lines of defense.

The first line of defense is just an appetizer—

Composed of a motley fleet of faster ships that could be mobilized the fastest near Pluto, the fleet defense lines they would face next would be stronger than the last. With just a cursory glance, the Khan had already seen at least nine Queen of Glory-class heavy ships floating quietly among its battleships, waiting to bestow fire and death on the foreign guests.

What's even more troublesome is that on the way to Terra, there are heavy firepower platforms built on planets - the firepower coverage of those platforms will obviously exceed everyone's imagination.

To reach Terra, they would face a setback that could cause the entire fleet to fail - various spacecraft that had continuously taken off from Mars had already covered the entire space platform. If they wanted to reach Terra directly, they had to pass through the territory of Mars.

Khan has reason to believe that the mechanical planet that supports the entire empire contains advanced technology that can destroy them.

This is capital, this is the capital of Robert Guilliman, the power and army gained by managing an entire empire.

The small mountain range between the Khan's brows grew more and more furrowed, but the Primarch still stood tall like a mountain, clearing the way for his warriors.

Perhaps sensing the Khan's annoyance, the Emperor's psychic communication sounded again -

"Just keep going...my child."

Maybe it was because he was overdrawing his psychic energy, or maybe it was because he was tearing his own psychic energy apart bit by bit and integrating it into the Khan's psychic energy field, but the Emperor's tone was extremely calm at this moment... and even revealed a strange kind of kindness.

It was as if he was really comforting his own offspring, but this was obviously impossible because this was Neos.

Then, the originally peaceful voice was once again tainted with a hint of the madness of a gambler sitting at the gambling table.

"Everything at stake - our fleet must reach Terra, Jaghatai - and I repeat to you, except for a few elite troops, everything can be sacrificed."

The Khan felt the burning sun expand even further, like the last glory of a dying star. The Primarch had no idea to what extent the Lord of Mankind had reached - and he would not think about it now.

He was just a little dissatisfied with the Emperor's madness, but that was all - it seemed that there was no need to define the fact that the Lord of Mankind was a bastard.

[I will send the fleet over.]

The Khan's jaw was set tight, he looked at the undulating mountains and nodded.

[But you'd better make sure you still have the strength to fight after arriving on Terra, Lord of Mankind.]

Instead of going all in in advance, the emperor's behavior will always make people worry whether he has already pawned everything he has, but still looks open-minded.

"You have no right to question your father, Chagatai - just charge ahead and I'll take care of the rest."

【…】

The Khan was glad that he had not shown the Emperor the slightest sympathy just now, but after taking the Emperor's reassurance, the Primarch's eyes became sharper. He looked at those ships - they were going to rush over, with the arrogance of hitting a rock with an egg.

Robert Guilliman sat upon his throne on Terra, looking down upon them.

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【Main destiny line】

【past】

"Ah... why haven't you finished reviewing it yet?"

Hades, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, raised his head from the pile of documents in Terra's office. His hair had been pulled into a mess like a chicken coop due to reviewing the documents.

"Guilliman - hey! Guilliman - are you okay?!"

Hades shouted to the other side, only to see the pile of documents shaking, and then a middle-aged blond man who looked much more haggard than Hades appeared underneath. Guilliman looked like he was dead, or worse than death.

【I'm fine.】

Guilliman said weakly,

[I am building a defense system for the solar system - I think it is necessary to combine the military with subspace means.]

Hades scratched his head and spread his hands. "I think the solar system is now very impregnable. The two major star gates in and out of the solar system are heavily guarded - not to mention the troops stationed on various planets, and the garrison on Mars."

[It’s hard to say,]

Guilliman pondered for a moment, he remembered the battle moon of the greenskins, but after that, Guilliman directly upgraded Terra's defense system, and the embarrassment of the past would never happen again.

"Then you will be the attacker,"

Hades leaned back. He really didn't believe that the solar system could be easily breached. Guilliman was frantically sending troops to every corner of the solar system like a persecutor - these resources could perhaps be left to other galaxies for development.

"Can you think of any way to attack the solar system?"

Guilliman silently raised a hand.

[I do have a rough idea - Hades, do you remember a certain Primarch who is currently on vacation in Barbarus?]

"Mortarion?"

Hades was stunned. Why did Guilliman suddenly bring up this when it was totally unrelated?

[Shape an entire fleet into a suicide-charging arrow and then rush into the solar system - the probability of them reaching Terra is definitely not zero. ]

"But how do they get into the solar system? Pluto and Neptune won't accept their intrusion - other psychic realms are also filled with the light of the Astronomican."

【Maybe there is another way...】

Guilliman said, a gleam in his eyes.

[But no matter what... I think it is necessary to increase the garrison in response to this situation, at least to make sure that this fleet is almost completely annihilated when it approaches Terra.]

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Of course they will all perish.

Guilliman coldly watched the densely packed military flags moving on the star disk. The fleet that came from another destiny and was trying to stop a chariot was being peeled off layer by layer under his heavy guard.

It's just a momentary arrogance.

[Guilliman] sneered in his heart, but he did not slack off in strategy, and more troops were gathering.

He watched as the fleet, which had initially been so high-spirited and unstoppable, was peeled off layer by layer, starting with the outermost asteroid fragments and engineering vessels that were almost insignificant.

Then came the bright white ships on the outside that were displayed as if for show. Their smooth exteriors were peeled off layer by layer, revealing their blood vessels and flesh. They fell in vain among his armies and were torn to pieces in an instant by the Ultramarines ships that pounced on them.

The Glorious Queen in the front row was also covered in blood. Guilliman admired with satisfaction the long wound on its side that was cut by a suicide ship. The enemy crew was trying in vain to repair the gaps.

Although the replacement ratio still dissatisfied the king, he had far more ships than the enemy, but he still allowed them to pass through layer by layer, getting closer and closer to the core of his empire - this was a shame, the enemy should have been completely wiped out in the outermost defense circle of the solar system.

But in the end they will perish, their arrogant ambitions shattered along with their ridiculous fleets, turning into space junk, floating uselessly in the void.

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[Three hours later]
Guilliman was silent, with a stern look on his face, as he looked at the 13th line of defense that had been broken through, where his two Queen of Glory-class ships had just sunk.

The fleet continued to move at a rapid speed, even though it was already as tattered as a fleet of garbage trucks.

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[Six hours later]
Guilliman stood up suddenly, opened the communication with the deputy naval commander and started to scold. In front of him, on the star map, the fleet had become much smaller, and most of the ships were damaged - the Queen of Glory at the front even had an engine on one of its flanks exploded and stopped.

But their speed did not decrease, and they were even more graceful and fanatical, as if they had gotten rid of the weight, with a determination not to return.

[I don't want to see them reach the Martian defense lines.]
Guilliman said with a sullen face.

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[Nine hours later]
[This is the last line of defense in outer space! What on earth are you doing?! Did I raise a bunch of idiots who don't know how to fight at sea?! I gave you ships far more than the enemy, and equipment that is no less than theirs - this is your record?!]
Guilliman roared, then he turned around again, rubbing his brow as if he had suddenly calmed down - he realized that this might be some deeper narrative layer and interference of fate - that is, another Lord of Mankind will eventually descend on Terra.

This is a kind of inevitable destiny. This galaxy prefers drama, and any symbolic symbol will eventually stand on the stage where it should appear.

Guilliman would rather think so than believe that this is the wisdom from the Khan that is confronting him.

And the kryptonian life of the Lord of Mankind.

The cold-blooded king was silent for a moment, then decisively left the table, leaving the star map flickering in its place. On the intricate map, the fleet highlighted in gold was already pointing directly at Mars.

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[Chagatai, haha, you are good at it! ]

The Wolf King's heroic voice rang out, but the Khan remained silent. His forehead was already covered with sweat, and his face had turned red. Even the Primarch was gradually feeling exhausted by the high-intensity concentrated command.

Now the White Scars' ships can be counted on one's fingers, and the Khan initially deployed them on the outside of the fleet - he had already thought of the current scene, and this was the price to pay, in exchange for the fleet's increasingly rapid speed.

Most of the remaining fleets were from Horus' ships and the Wolf King's fleet, but now all the crews and troops were loyally united around the Khan, without any dissatisfaction -

In previous battles, Jaghatai Khan had proved his unshakable position in naval warfare with his ability and the sacrifice of his subordinates - now everyone believed that the Primarch who came to this steppe could really lead them to Terra.

[Let us do this - Chagatai, you will be responsible for the final charge.]

Chagatai was still hesitating, but the Wolf King's fleet had already impatiently begun to sail outward. After a moment's silence, the Primarch nodded.

Next is the last line of defense in outer space - Mars.

This time - it might be the last time we see each other.

Although Leman Russ was reckless, the Khan believed that this Primarch of the Wild Wolf was reliable enough at the critical moment - in this damn fateful line, the tacit understanding between the two Primarchs was enough.

[Ah——I just need to trouble you for one thing, Khan. If possible, remember to help Leon for me. Haha, he has suffered enough.]

Any Primarch who was loyal to the Emperor would meet a tragic fate, just like Horus, just like Sanguinius, just like Lion Jonson.

Chagatai thought grimly that the Wolf King's words should be addressed to the Emperor - but Rus knew the Emperor's character, so the words were ultimately given to the Khan.

【I will,】

The Khan nodded and watched the Wild Wolf fleet howling and cheering as it rushed into the defense line near Mars, using his body to block the artillery fire for the fleet.

[See you in winter...Ruth. 】

Chagatai said softly, and then he looked forward again. The beautiful blue planet was already visible to the naked eye. All it took was a final charge - this already exhausted ship would easily use its huge body to smash those orbital defenses and open up a path for the troops behind it.

【Go ahead.】

Khan said, his face calm, [Maximum power - until the engine falls apart.]

An hour later, divine punishment fell upon Terra.

(End of this chapter)