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

Chapter 863 [305.] Stalemate
The sorrow of the other races did not bring tears to Mortarion's eyes.

He just felt a little tired.

Just like it had happened countless times before.

I'm used to it.

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Above the vast and deep starry sky, the galaxy that looks like countless fallen suns illuminates the entire sky. The planet, which already has a thin atmosphere, is now illuminated like a sun. Looking from outer space, the entire planet is bright and white.

Only the altar pattern in the middle of the planet's surface was left, which was cracked like a spider web, winding and as fine as a strange eye pattern.

Fourteen tall towers, forming a perfect circle, rise from the desert of white sand, pointing to the sky.

Looking closely, under the dazzling white light, the black stone towers that were illuminated to a grayish white color were entangled with countless small streams of mist, which were wriggling like living tentacles and floating down from the sky above the black towers.

Looking at the altar the size of a planet, there seemed to be a strange magic on it. The space fell here, forming a trap similar to a huge gravitational field. Above the planet's orbit, the huge white fragments were slowly attracted and pulled over.

The altar captured the fragments of the Star God at an extremely fast speed, but due to its larger size, even the fastest speed seemed extremely slow. The screaming stars fell and smashed angrily towards the surface of the planet.

A magnificent meteor shower streaked across the sky.

Thousands of arrows were fired at once, a silver dragon broke through the air, and the shattered god became a whole piece of white rainbow rain that penetrated the starry sky. The white light that was falling towards the ground was large and small, visible to the naked eye. The largest piece was even larger than an entire continental plate, while the smallest piece was only the size of a fist, and some were even thinner than a hair.

They vary in size, but there are so many of them, like a dreamy, flashing white rainstorm, pouring down.

They were bathing in it.

A huge hum, as if emanating from the depths of the continent or from the beginning of time, causes the entire planet to resonate at a low amplitude. The fourteen towers rising from the ground affect the entire planet, while the spring-like streams beneath their feet are the real lifeline. The turbulence of the subspace emerges from real time and space.

In the center of the altar, a towering white bone monster let out a scream like a cry, and sharp bone spurs broke out one by one from its spine.

Suddenly, before the first drop of light rain roared and splashed on the earth, the entire planet that was broken by the white rainbow suddenly seemed to be covered with a foggy filter, and dull grayish-white powder as fine as dust fell down. When looking up, one could not tell where it came from, as if it appeared out of thin air.

Just as the Death Guards realized that ashes were beginning to float in the sky, thick ashes had already piled up under their feet. The whole world seemed to have entered some other world, with knee-deep ash flying with people's breathing and movements, like a big snowy world.

No one was surprised that the Death Guard who now stood beside the Primarch Mortarion, these surviving warriors - each of them had died at least three times.

Their past memories have become more blurred, like a world in the fog, replaced by silenter and more resilient souls. Death has been pardoned again and again. They are the dead who crawled back from the silent ash world to fight.

Instead, the Death Guard felt a sense of relief, or perhaps familiarity. They had long been accustomed to this and were sincerely delighted that their powerful Primarch had expanded his domain.

Everything became quiet, and the Death Guard's originally moss-green armor suddenly faded. There was absolute silence in the Primarch's domain, so these warriors began to use sign language in a familiar way. After experiencing several brutal wars, the tacit understanding between the warriors had reached a new level, and with just a few simple gestures and nods and shakes of the head, complex and precise battle plans were decided.

Thus, in the third nanosecond when the realm of silence unfolded, the first piece of Star God fragment - about the size of a calf - tore through the psychic field around it, revealing the sharp and clear physical world beneath the gray world, and slammed heavily into the gamma zone of the third battlefield.

The next moment, the towering screaming Star God roared with thunder, and twisted light pillars of several hundred meters rose into the sky. Next to the Star God energy that had not yet taken shape, dozens of dazzling arcs stopped in the air - the Death Guards guarding nearby had already thrown psychic grenades towards the Star God's landing point in advance.

However, before the ends of those arcs touched the fragmented star god that was screaming and taking shape, hundreds of similar light pillars of varying sizes rose from different directions across the entire continent. The silent realm of the god of death was suddenly torn into a violent crack, and deafening screams of pain spread out in the originally silent realm. The ashes that were originally floating quietly downwards were shaken away, spreading circles of visible ripples in the air.

The Death Guards behind cover, who were closest to the landing point of the Star God fragments, were instantly blown away by the air pressure and suspended in the air like rag dolls. Countless fine dust and sand spurted out from the gaps in their armor, as if people were directly shattered inside their armor, gushing out fountains of blood.

boom!
The Death Guards that were shaken away fell heavily to the ground. The blinding white light illuminated their motionless bodies on the ground, as if covered with a layer of white gauze. In the circle of corpses, countless fragments of the Star God screamed and rose from the ground, wanting to devour and merge with each other nearby.

But the Death Guard will not let outsiders succeed easily.

Countless helmets and boots stepped over the silent corpses thrown to the ground. The psychic missiles and fire support that had been prepared long ago were pouring down like rain, and a dim gray light flashed on the scythes of the Death Guards in the front. The great Primarch Father and the Supreme Heaven jointly bestowed strength and blessings. They rushed into the chaotic light storm that could directly tear apart armor and human bodies, and tore off the "flesh and blood" of the Star God with their scythes.

Slightly behind the first front line, the "corpses" that had just been blown away seemed to move again. On the ground, it was as if the thick ashes had come alive, and wisps of them flowed in through the gaps in the armor. Then, the Death Guards slowly and silently stood up from the ground again, and their comrades who were charging beside them would occasionally pull those who had just revived up.

Fall down, stand up, fall down again, stand up again, without roaring at the top of their lungs, without war cries full of faith, without wails at the moment of death, they just fall down and stand up again in silence, like warriors without any self-will——

But perhaps only the Death Guard and Mortarion know that beneath every piece of armor is a unique individual.

It's just that they don't highlight these on the battlefield.

The meteor shower in the sky continued, and was even getting more intense. Looking up, the magnificent monster that made one's breath stop was shattering under the surrounding of the black and green crescent moon. One huge piece of light after another was torn off and fell towards three different planets.

The Infinite One Tarasim was still holding on. The first wave of attack was effective, tearing the outer ones into pieces bit by bit. Then the Infinite One released some of the Star God fragments that he had no time to take care of, and handed them over to the human empire on the planet to deal with.

Humans need to further break up the fragments of Star Gods torn off by the rage of the Necrontyr, imprison them, or simply let the warp weaken their power. This is the most unpleasant and inefficient method, but it is the only way when they have lost their megastructure weapons and Pluto has not yet awakened. If the empire on a planet is defeated and the altar is broken, then the entire planet will usher in a huge self-explosion. Then the Mechanicus and the Pluto Second Army, which have been ambushed in the nearby galaxies, will directly use various ultra-long-range strike weapons based on the physical world and the abilities of Star Gods to resist the second front. At the same time, part of the army will directly jump to the broken planetary plates and continue to delay the fragments of Star Gods as much as possible on the broken continent.

If the first front of the Empire is completely defeated, then the Mechanicus and Hades of the second front will take over, along with some of the remaining legions. If the second front is defeated, then the next front will shift to the front of the Empire and the Chaos Empire, which are fighting each other, and the baton against the Star God will undoubtedly be passed to them - whether they like it or not, they will become the third front.

If the third front is defeated, the Astra Militarum, which is now retreating in an orderly manner, will continue to hold the front line with the assistance of the remaining Mechanicus and become the last line of defense - they will keep dragging and standing until Pluto wakes up, or Pluto is successfully transferred to a safe star field.

If Pluto wakes up, or if Pluto is moved to a safe location, the people on the last front line will become the largest remaining living military force in the empire.

The key to victory does not lie on the Empire's side. They clearly know that their own strength is but a drop in the bucket, like a thatch hanging on the edge of a cliff just before falling into the abyss.

Now the ones who truly fight against the Outer Ones of the Star God are still the Endless and the Necrontyr.

If at this moment, one looks up at the starry sky, one would see that tragic scene, which condenses thousands of years of wisdom and technology, and is a miracle of civilization that can never be replicated. One after another, the ships are rushing towards the outside like moths to a flame. The entire starry sky is completely disrupted, just like a child's scribbles, with lines and colors disrupted by chaotic rules, making a mess.

Like a leaping Picasso's "Guernica", the Endless, formed by a few intersecting lines, has its eyes open - those lines also intersecting to form its people, it points angrily at the white ball of light composed of spiked lines, and tear-shaped dots fall on its flat face.

The scene was puzzling, but it still shocked everyone who looked at it. If there was a wise man looking at this side, he would shed tears for the aftermath of the battle in heaven.

But now - no one is looking there, no one is witnessing the final history of the Deathly Haunted, no one is recording the last stroke written by the Endless, everyone is fighting on his own battlefield, everyone is running, everyone is hurriedly trying to write the next sentence for his life, everyone is walking in his own history, and no one knows whether the next sentence will end with a comma or a period.

I just know that the neighing continues.

Death is screaming.

Perhaps it cannot be called a hissing, but it is more like the vibration caused by some gas or force erupting from the high-pressure body, some sharp bright yellow overflow that is incompatible with this gray and white world, like a balloon filled with bright yellow oil paint exploding inside the god of death.

The bright yellow liquid splashed out from the dark cracks in the white bone helmet, and instantly began to spread from the center of the altar as if it had life. The thief who once stole the seat of the gods entered the hall again.

On the rapidly changing altar, the largest piece of the Star God fragment did not fall down. Instead, it struggled and roared in mid-air, and a huge shadow emerged upwards, like a sun descending in the sky.

And it was roaring.

The star god, whose body was spherical, was struggling to try to gather his strength into the most suitable shape, but was forcibly interrupted by a huge external force. From the spires of the fourteen black stone towers, the mist was like iron chains, giant hands, and sickles. The god of death threw his weapons, shattering the plans of the outsiders to recover again and again.

Those fragments that were forced to separate and could not merge into the largest outer piece were angrily colliding with the strangely shaped light-like body. The space was pierced in an instant, but was forcibly closed again by the subspace that poured in. The entire area formed an absolute psychic negative pressure, and the vast psychic energy turbulence poured back into it, like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared in an instant.

But he must continue to pour strength and psychic energy into it and compete with the Star God for control of the entire airspace. If it is not filled with psychic energy, it will be absolutely controlled by the Star God, and then the rules will be rewritten.

In a battlefield, if the empire does not occupy the rules there, then the rules will be controlled by the enemy.

Even though the huge overdraft made the God of Death feel weak and dizzy, it felt that its blood and soul were dripping onto the ground drop by drop, being endlessly sucked away by some huge vortex of emptiness.

But it will never fall down easily.

A similar feeling, exhaustion, as if there was only one drop of blood left in the body, the God of Death had experienced it countless times before, in the Nebulous Star Region, in the Garden of Nurgle, on Terra, on Mars, and on Barbaryus - it had long been accustomed to it, but this did not make it feel any better.

Mortarion felt the death coming from his offspring, and then he rejected it one by one. He felt his own death - the good news was that he could also reject his own. He came back again with only seven drops of blood in his tank.

If Hades saw this scene, he would probably be dumbfounded. This is different from Hades' direct and rough mechanism.
The mechanism of the Death God Mortarion is to consume the mana bar to perform resurrection with no CD and no limit on the number of times. After each resurrection, the health bar is fixed at seven drops of blood, and the passive powers of "Tenacity" and "Deathrattle" are triggered at the same time, which means that each subsequent drop of blood reduced will be twice as difficult as the previous drop, and each breath will restore half a drop of blood. In other words, as long as the mana bar is there, Mortarion will never die, will always be resurrected, and will become more and more difficult to fight each time.

Under certain circumstances, when the conditions in the surrounding subspace meet the "celestial phenomenon", the God of Death will enter a stage of forced ascension. The fruits of the Eldar that were stolen in the past will overflow from its wounds, bringing new power and thunder.

If it weren't for the forced control skills in the Garden of Nurgle, Hades simply couldn't think of how anyone except him could fight such a buggy existence - but the facts proved that there were still many unreasonable old monsters in this galaxy. The Outers were rapidly consuming the entire warp, and the abilities of the Star Gods were causing the surrounding warp to shrink rapidly. The ocean of psychic energy began to retreat in the face of the raging flames.

This is equivalent to reducing Mortarion's mana bar. Although it is not as overbearing as Hades, which directly clears the mana bar and truly erases the mana bar, it is enough to fight against the god of death due to the huge power comparison.

Mortarion felt himself trembling as three more meteorites, no less powerful than the largest fragments of the Star God, fell from the sky.

What is truly terrifying about the Outsiders is their size. Their huge size brings about an absolute quantitative change. Fortunately, those disasters that are so terrible that the human brain cannot imagine are stopped by the resolute figures of the Endless and the Necrontyr. They only need to face the fragments of the Outsiders. When they are broken to a certain extent, some of the skills of the Star Gods cannot be used. But even if they are broken into pieces, those fragments are enough to be like a sledgehammer, hammering towards the current front line of the Human Empire.

Mortarion raised his trembling eyes to the sky and saw that the remaining two stars were still holding on, not broken.

Then he naturally couldn't be the first line of battle to be broken.

He will be the last line of defense - he and his Death Guard will be the first line of defense and the last line of defense.

(End of this chapter)