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

Chapter 859 [301] A chaotic battlefield on the side

Chapter 859 [301.] Chaotic battlefield on the side
"Fate is so wonderful!"

Trazyn shouted as his new body staggered up from the deck—his 108th body in just three hours.

"Orikan - I never thought that the Necrontyr would ally with the Empire of Man - even use psionic amplification!"

Trazyn waved his hand, but Orrickan did not respond. Now all the energy of the Star Master was barely maintaining the basic laws of the current space and time.

"Ugh!"

Trazyn sighed in a pretentious manner. Although the Deathly Haunter's condition was not optimistic at the moment, fortunately Trazyn himself was very optimistic.

It walked quickly to the operating table and shouted to the Necrons who had completely lost their minds, memories, and thoughts.

"Activate psychic amplification! Prioritize the individuals marked by the system!"

Trazyn called out.

Inside the Eye of Silence, a strange light of the Warp flashed across the Necron ship that was hidden in a hidden part of the battlefield.

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【…】

Angron's eyes were empty. Above the entire battlefield, the strange bright white light even penetrated the layers of pink and purple smoke, allowing everyone to clearly see the bright white outsider that was descending here.

The battlefield of the two Angrons was very close to the outsiders' jump destination, and it seemed too late to retreat now.

Angron, on the other hand, had no real desire to retreat.

His once smooth and glorious armor was now splashed with all kinds of strange liquids, some of which were sticky and had already begun to half dry up - Angron hoped that these liquids were all blood, but obviously they were not all.

Angron took a deep breath - he immediately stopped himself from taking a deep breath, he was not wearing a helmet, and the entire battlefield where he was was now shrouded in pink-purple smoke - the Slaanesh demons who were fighting, lying limp on the ground and twitching were breathing deeply and enjoying themselves, obviously high on the smoke.

Although the Primarch is resistant to poison, who knows if those Slaanesh elements will add something to the smoke that will make Angron sick.

Angron shook his head. He felt that the anger and glory in his mind had never faded. Even in the face of various insulting attacks from the enemy, Angron held on to his inner position.

He couldn't collapse. This was also a psychological warfare. The psychic spirits of the two Angrons connected their warriors. If the Primarch collapsed, their army would be immediately defeated.

Fortunately, his warriors did not surrender. The World Eaters would rather die in battle, with grenades in their hands exploding in the enemy's ranks, than be captured alive by the World Eaters - any sane person knows the consequences of being captured - the enemy is the power of Slaanesh.

[Huh…Huh…~]
Opposite the Lord of Red Sand, the lustful Angron was gasping for breath while clutching one of his arms, bright pink blood oozing out from between his fingers. The angle of the arm looked as if it was broken.

His abdomen, which was heavily wrapped in gauze, was also split open by the battle axe, exposing his intestines, which healed and were split open again. Then the maniac simply rolled his long intestines around his neck, allowing himself to feel the suffocating pleasure while fighting.

This temporarily increased the Madman's fighting power, but then he became weak again. Angron believed that if this war continued, he would be the only winner.

[It’s really exciting~! ]
The Frenzy gasped and opened his arms to Angron again, ribs like fangs bursting from his flesh and blood like a living, moving Iron Maiden. In the previous battle, the Frenzy had killed six World Eaters with his embrace - and continued to open his arms to Angron.

【…】

Angron no longer wanted to talk. He had only one thought in mind: he had to win. The cost of losing was unacceptable. Then, he felt a strange frequency, and the surrounding subspace began to increase.

Angron's heart tightened, and he quickly looked at the Madman. The good news was that the Madman did not seem to receive any psychic energy amplification, which seemed to be directional.

Later, the news of Trazyn's alliance with Guilliman reached Angron.

【I see……】

Angron thought, grinning, and felt the light on his battle axe begin to shine, and the spiritual field protection that had been slightly weakened became solid again.

The Necrons work with the Imperium to provide psychic amplification to all Imperial Primarchs within a jump zone of the Outer Ones.

Now he could just chop the damn thing down - the existence of the Desire Maniac was almost a naked insult to Angron's personality.

The Primarch's expression became more resolute, and the battle axe in his hand seemed to breathe, sensing the pulse and fighting spirit of its master - Angron was confident that he could chop off the damned guy's head the next time they fought.

? !
No, the Lord of Red Sand thought while gritting his teeth, cutting off that guy's head would only make him return to his lair, the correct approach was to destroy him completely - complete death, only Pluto or other powerful star gods could do this.

Pluto above.

Angron thought tentatively, and unsurprisingly received no response from Hades.

Then... Angron's gaze moved slightly upwards, looking at the white light in the sky.

We must trap that guy and not let him escape or commit suicide before the outsiders arrive.

Angron did not want to just kill him. He had to turn the maniac into ashes and turn him into nothingness completely, so that he could relieve his hatred and stop him from spraying liquid on himself.

but……

Angron felt his scalp tingling, and he realized something again. How should he trap the Desire Maniac? Drag him until the Outer Ones descended?
The Primarch had not yet figured out a plan, and opposite him, the Desiree who once again suffocated him was looking at the Lord of Red Sand with great interest. As a powerful psychic Primarch, he naturally saw the waves of the Warp that were amplifying Angron's psychic energy.

[What a rip-off.]
The Vicious One laughed and licked his tongue in boredom. Unlike Angron who thought he could still fight but was in a miserable state, the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh obviously did not want to fight any more. He could not kill him and he could not feel good about it.

Now, seeing Angron's body glowing with light again, the Desire Maniac raised his hands helplessly.

[Okay, I surrender.]
He winked at Angron playfully, then fell to the ground in an exaggerated manner.

[Come and capture me~Darling~If you don’t come...I’m going back——Don’t you want to spend the night with me, a dream~]
Angron suddenly wanted to hit himself on the head with an axe. He couldn't bear it anymore.

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【…】

A dull breathing sound came from beneath the sticky swamp, and then countless hot bubbles spurted out of the thick mucus, as if the water was boiling. A giant slowly stood up, his body charred black and burning with a fiery red glow, like a piece of charcoal.

[......]
Opposite him, the bloated, huge, giant lizard - or dragon-like creature that was surrounded and wrapped by corrupt creatures in the swamps - slowly turned around and looked at the blacksmith who stood up again.

A foul-smelling breath came out of its huge nostrils, and the buzzing flies and insects immediately fell to the ground.

Both Vulkans were immortal, which made the battle between them extremely long. In the end, it seemed that they were the only two left in the world.

They were both equally stubborn and obstinate. Compared to the chaos on the other side, where Angron was gasping and cursing, the battle between the two Vulkans was silent. They just looked at each other with disapproval, tears in their eyes.

But with repeated death, the time interval for the resurrection of Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, is getting longer and longer. If it drags on like this, Vulkan's final outcome will only be defeat, or even worse, assimilation.

But as a faint white light appeared on the horizon, Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, felt a certain power—a certain hope rising up, giving him courage. The battle lines of the two Vulkans were in a battle zone far away from the Outer Ones, but also within the range of the Outer Ones' next jump.

Guilliman's order came to his ears, and the Lord of Fire Dragon gripped his hammer again. Vulkan will never die, and his eyes, burning with eternal fire, were blazing with fire.

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[Why are we the only ones who didn’t receive the spiritual energy boost? ! ! ! ]

Curze shouted and nimbly dodged the attack of Prince Corax of Khorne again. The bloody claws just brushed past his face, and the red shadow drew a storm in the air.

【We are the farthest from the outsiders.】

Corax swallowed and said, he was obviously in a bit of a mess, his breastplate was shattered, and looking through the broken armor, he could see a penetrating wound.

It was obviously not appropriate to let two Primarchs who were good at side assassinations deal with a Khorne prince, even though they were fighting a just two-on-one battle.

[Don't... run...]
The Shrike roared, blood gushing out of his mouth, his eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes. The believers of Khorne were already blood-thirsty and wanted to tear everything in front of them to pieces.

[This is discrimination! This is a shady deal! I want to report Guilliman!!! I want to report the Lord of the Empire for making things difficult for us!!!]

Compared to Corax, who spit out blood foam with every breath, Conrad was obviously more active. He shouted noisily, and the shouting obviously made the Shrike [Corax] even more irritated. The Prince of Khorne waved his bloody claws, gave up Corax in front of him, and pounced on Conrad.

But Conrad was like a badger in a melon field, nimbly dodging every attack of the Shrike, which further angered the Prince of Khorne, and the Shrike's attacks became faster and faster.

【Robert Guilliman is doing something special!!!】

Conrad's scream was so deafening that Corax wanted to cover his ears, but at this moment,

Conrad took advantage of the opportunity, with a twisted smile on his face that he did not conceal, and stabbed the Shrike's neck with his lightning claws. The Shrike, who was obsessed with the attack, was startled and had no time to defend, so he had to move away - causing the lightning claws to hit his face heavily, splashing blood. Corax saw the Shrike's nose and half of its eyeball flying in the air.

good chance!
Ignoring the intense tearing pain in his chest, Corax dashed forward, his shadow drawing a streak of black lightning in the air, his claws heading straight for the Shrike's second heart.

laugh!
Corax felt resistance from his right hand, heard the sound of armor and bones breaking, and then a blood-red shadow rushed towards him so fast that he could hardly react!

【Wu! 】

Corax was suddenly pulled by a huge force from behind, and the bloody claws rushing towards him just scratched his neck. The Lord of the Raven felt a drop of cold sweat on his head. Looking back, he saw Conrad looking at him with a smile and loosening Corax's cloak that looked like a bird feather.

[You see, if Guilliman had given us a psychic bonus, the combined attack just now would have taken him down long ago.]

Conrad stuck out his tongue, but the cold light in his eyes was still fixed in the direction of the Shrike. There, the bloody monster stood up again, its muscles twisted, and it became even bigger.

[This is good, he seems to have entered the third stage. ]

Conrad blinked innocently, and the next moment, he suddenly disappeared, leaving Corax, who turned his head sharply, to face the wrath of the Shrike.

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【Shut up! ! ! 】

Angron screamed in despair and kicked the human-stick maggot that was rolling on the ground. The maniac with his limbs cut off was now like a small mobile spray bottle, constantly spewing out various liquids from various openings, vowing to spray Angron in the face.

Angron, clearly regretting that his weapon was not the same as Sanguinius's spear, attempted to knock the Vicious Maniac unconscious, but the distance at which he could do so was not enough to keep his dignity.

The tumbling maniac suddenly stopped, fell on his back, and winked mischievously at Angron.

[I will not die,]
He smiled a crazy smile.

[Mortarion will not let me die.]
He blinked. These words did raise doubts in Angron's mind - the Primarch still remembered Mortarion on the other side, whose perception was obviously better than theirs, and who seemed more rational.

So why?
Angron shook his head, shaking the thought out of his mind. There was no need for him to listen to this madman. He spat on the ground and then kicked the maniac in the head. The sound of the skull breaking could be heard clearly.

[Hades, Hades, please help your good brother, come down, I can't bear it anymore.]

Angron said quietly.

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【You came.】

Guilliman didn't even bother to look at the other party. Behind him, he heard two footsteps, one after the other. Before the footsteps came the rolling white mist that was already as high as the Primarch's knees.

【coming. 】

Mortarion said calmly, standing next to Guilliman.

【Where is Sanguinius? 】

he asked, the words seeming to age Guilliman further, the Primarch sighed and shook his head.

He has gone to follow our father.

【…】

【This is not a good choice.】

Mortarion whispered, the Primarch raised his eyes and stared at the ball of light in front of him that seemed to cover the entire galaxy.

The outsiders...

[How do you plan to fight? ]

Guilliman asked without thinking.

[…Listen to Trazyn.]