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

Chapter 866 [308.] Waiting

The sky is falling.

A vast expanse of white light illuminated the entire field of vision, not just the vision, but also as if the hearing, smell, and touch - all outward explorations turned into painful bright white. The soul of the High Heaven screamed and wandered in it, but only the whiteness and pain continued.

[It’s over. 】

This was the first thought that came into Guilliman's mind, and it was also the most solid one. He now believed that it was the most correct one.
The smaller half of the outer one was heading straight towards them - this size would be enough to cause a disaster if it were just a piece of stone, not to mention that it was half a star god.

Guilliman looked up—

Affected by the gravity of the fallen god's remains, the sky and the earth, and the up and down are now blurred and indistinguishable. Is the ground large enough for him to stand on, above his head or under his feet?
Guilliman could not quite tell this accurately. After the violent jolt, it was difficult for him to describe whether he was still standing on the ground intact, or had fallen over and was falling towards the outsiders who were falling towards them.

When two huge celestial-level spheres collide, the ants between them will scream to death in the fluctuating gravitational field.

Fall - Fall, the god shot down by the Infinite falls into the altar.

The originally spherical planet had a spire made of broken stones on the side facing the falling outer party. The continental plates caused by the suction floated outside the atmosphere, pulling the outer party, and its towering spires were crushed and swallowed up bit by bit by the falling outer party.

throat……

A sound appeared that made the whole earth tremble. It was as dull and long as the first sound of the awakening of insects in spring, yet not loud. Muffled, it symbolized that something had changed permanently.

Guilliman was horrified to see that at the farthest point of the altar, cracks appeared simultaneously under the foundations of the thirteen Black Stone Towers - then, Guilliman estimated that it was about five nanoseconds later, when those Black Stone Towers that had seemed indestructible in the eyes of the Primarch were forcibly pulled up by the turbulent force, as easily as pulling out thirteen ornamental flowers from a flower bed, and the thick and connected Black Stone runes that had been buried underground were pulled out together, shattered in the air, and melted easily in the white light all over the sky like cotton candy falling into a river.

The direction of the psychic energy flow suddenly changed, and it was no longer a steady and majestic wave. The Supreme Heaven was swallowed by the black hole, and the psychic energy flow disturbed by the powerful negative suction force rushed towards Guilliman.

The Primarch tried hard to release his domain, and for a moment, only golden flames remained in Guilliman’s eyes - pure golden light filled the Primarch’s eyes, but it was not as ruthless as that of the former monarch of the Empire.

Guilliman looked in vain at the Ultramarines beside him, who were floating in the white light with him.

Guilliman no longer expected his children to fight such a monster - just like a primitive man wielding a stone axe could never defeat the sun. He now had only one thought -

Run...run quickly!
Amidst the white light that filled the sky, points of golden flames ignited with a hiss, and then disappeared again. Along with the golden flames, the Extreme Warriors who were burning along with the golden flames also disappeared.

Perhaps the Emperor would not have bothered to have his sons retreat, but Robouti Guilliman would.

Guilliman blinked, feeling tears as hot as liquid gold falling from the corners of his eyes. Instinct told him that his warriors were safe, and Guilliman subconsciously took a deep breath.

The altar floating in the air was collapsing, and countless black stone patterns stuck to the soil were pulled out. Thirteen black stone towers fell towards the sky together. In the center, the eye of the altar connected by black stone runes as if connected by roots was flashing.

Unleash your warp instincts...

Guilliman thought, all he could see was the sky falling towards him. He thought a lot and realized that he might die here today - the battle with the Star God meant that it would be difficult to be resurrected in the warp again. But it was hard to say, after all, the concept of the Lord of the Empire was integrated into the entire Empire - maybe one day, a long, long time from now, Guilliman, who had been sleeping for many years, would be awakened again by the Lord of Mankind who did not want to work.

He still loves to daydream. Guilliman once practiced with Angron. The primarch who had insight into people's minds pointed out that Guilliman always thought too much during battle, and his reaction could not keep up with his imagination, or he was always thinking about things other than war.

【Unlike Mortarion.】

Angron shook his head.

[Once that guy has determined and locked onto the enemy, the only thing left in his mind is to kill the enemy - Guilliman, learn from him and stop calculating your war report while fighting.]

Well, in the end he freed himself but didn't learn this. Guilliman reviewed the "Acting Governance Plan" that he had already written and reviewed thousands of times, to ensure that if he was unable to command, someone could quickly take over.

Then, Guilliman found a corner in his memory. It was a small world on the outskirts of Macragge. Among the lush forest, a waterfall like a white fabric fell down, and the mist splashed on Guilliman's face, bringing a cool feeling.

He sat quietly on a rock by the stream, head bowed, taking a nap, the Macragge sunlight shining on his golden hair, and Guilliman felt good.

The fiery particle energy burned Guilliman, his hair and skin instantly turning black, and the Primarch drew his sword.

Release your essence... Guilliman thought with all his concentration, but it was difficult. In front of the Star God falling towards them, Guilliman, like the Warp, was strangled by the neck and breathing with difficulty.

He drew as much strength as possible from his empire, and the Primarch listened to everyone's prayers, joy and excitement. This was what he was striving for, fighting for, working overtime for, and giving up his days off for.

Guilliman felt his soul burning.

The big ball of light on the horizon was getting closer and closer, and Guilliman was just falling towards it from a corner of its incomplete star ring.

This gave him a bad feeling, just like a human knowing that he could not kill a tornado. There was a huge gap in strength between him and the Star God - even though this Star God had been severely damaged and was no longer complete, the energy and authority it contained and controlled were still at the level of a god.

This was more painful than fighting Hades, Guilliman's soul twitched, and he thought, at least when fighting Hades, there was always the most painful and disgusting moment at the beginning, and then everything would be quiet, and he didn't need to raise his sword.

But the Outer One tortured him all the time. It was not as severe as Hades' torture, but it also prevented him from falling into a coma and he had to endure the pain all the time.

He raised his sword without hesitation, and a dazzling and huge sword energy like a battleship engine surged out from the sword tightly held in his hand. Guilliman prepared for his final blow. Facing the Outer One who was screaming in pain, he stabbed at an entire fallen Star God. Bits of dim ashes swirled around him, but Guilliman did not notice -

? !
The expected pain and destruction did not happen. Guilliman blinked suddenly and felt the golden liquid still rolling down from his eyes.

But now he was no longer in the same position as before - instead, he was shocked to find himself in a gray world, with gray dust swirling around him like a storm.

+You know you told the Ultramarines to run... but you didn't run? +
A faint voice floated from behind Guilliman, with a hint of ridicule.

White ash fell on Guilliman's head. The Primarch paused, still immersed in the huge pressure brought by the Outsiders. Snow fell on the shoulders of the golden giant. Then, Guilliman bent down and took a few deep breaths.

+What do you mean, Mortarion? Run? I thought you were the most staunch advocate of war. +
+The main battle is not to watch you die meaninglessly,+
Behind the Primarch, the huge, skinny insect-like monster hissed,
+Let's lure that Star God over here, and let the three of us deal with him together... This way we can at least delay it for a while. +
+…? +
+Wait, what's going on with the other Mortarion? +
With a sneer, the Grim Reaper, who was madly refusing to die, blinked.

+It's just for the sake of face, I will take him over next...The Star God shot down by Trazyn was too big, it clearly knew that the Imperial front could not withstand such a size. +
There was some dissatisfaction in the Primarch's words. Guilliman pressed his temple, then looked up at the sky. He saw that the planet he was on before had been completely shattered into pieces, and the remains of the planet were scattered all over the galaxy like cookie crumbs.

Guilliman saw the other half of the C'tan, which was slightly larger than the fallen half, crazier and more complete, and seemed to have inherited the main personality of the Outer Ones. The Primarch frowned. The Necrons no longer had any melee troops, and now it was entirely the long-range weapons that Trazyn had previously deployed outside the galaxy that were attacking the Outer Ones.

+Call the Mechanicus over? +
Now there are two C'tan on the field, and the Necrons are obviously unable to stop another one.

+No...we can still hold out for a while.+
Mortarion blinked his white compound eyes and looked up at the sky. If he saw it correctly, the guy who had been controlling the stars and watching the show just now took action.

As if to confirm some conjecture in Mortarion's mind, near the larger piece of star god, strands of silk threads appeared, like starlight hanging to the ground, like flowing silver threads.

I don’t know how long that guy who is so careful about his reputation can last, or whether he is just a figurehead with a strong exterior but a weak interior.

However, among billions of threads, a relatively clear, obvious, and long thread, as if with its own will, stretched out from the surface of the outer one. The other end was far beyond this battlefield and this galaxy, going back, back, and back, until it reached the other side that they all cared about...

…………

[A few minutes ago] Hades' eyelids twitched.

Next to him, Malcador, who was sitting on his calf with an expressionless face and smoking a pipe, shook the pipe in his hand without paying any attention to Hades.

The old man said nothing, but breathed in and out again and again - whether to wait or accept his fate, only Malcador himself knew.

Before Trazyn died, his passionate and affectionate last words echoed in this empty little house. Malcador still had no feelings. It was just that a race that should have died long ago was completely dead.

However, if the Lord of Mankind were to be asked to make his last words, Malcador sneered, speculating without any good intention or malice that Neos would probably say something like "he is always right".

Not knowing what the fate of the other end is, Malcador exhaled smoke from his mouth. Now this end is attacking the outsider, and the other end is attacking [Guilliman], or [Emperor], or [Tzeentch].

It doesn’t matter. Whichever side loses will just die.

Why hasn't Hades woken up yet?

Malcador scratched his head in annoyance, not even bothering to glance at Hades, Trazyn's last words still ringing in his ears, arrogant as hell.

Only a narcissist would prepare a last will.

People should die suddenly at the end of their life, preferably completely and without being pulled up by idiots to do life-and-death sit-ups.

+Finally, on behalf of my civilization, I sincerely wish the rest of the civilizations in the galaxy to prosper and thrive. +
Hades' eyelids fluttered.

+The civilization flourishes, and the race prospers forever. +
Hades' fingers trembled, as if he was trying to swim upwards from some deep sea.

When civilization flourishes, the race prospers forever.

He came here, not only to be able to live a more comfortable life in the beginning...but for most of his life, wasn't it just for these eight simple words?

Hades thought about it, but he also felt an inexplicable and unreasonable hunger. Some external stimulation was stimulating him to wake up, but Hades didn't know where this stimulation came from - but it felt extremely distant and painful to him.

He listened attentively to the last words. Hades, who was still in a coma, could not recognize that they came from Trazyn, but he was moved by the sincerity contained in the words.

The Necrons... a civilization that was once glorious, brilliant, and invincible finally perished.

To be fair, Hades does not believe that any existence is permanent, including civilizations and races. There is no race that will prosper forever - humans are just a race that has rebuilt itself from the ruins after being destroyed by fire time and time again.

However, this does not affect his continued struggle. Hades hopes to keep the days of peace and prosperity as long as possible.

But when listening to the last words of the Deathly Haunter, a deep motivation that had always driven Hades to work and struggle was awakened. This was a motivation that was detached from low-level desires, a motivation that made Hades work endlessly like a beast.

So he began to try to continue swimming upstream, swimming out of the deeper will - but he always felt that something was missing, just that last bit of thunder.

Finally, the thread of fate that was connected to the surface of the outsider went around in circles and finally fell lightly onto Hades.

Hades blinked.

He saw Trazyn, laughing sheepishly, looking relieved, and a shadowy figure following behind little old Trazyn—oh, it was Orrickan.

"Hades!"

Trazyn shouted Pluto's name cheerfully and ran towards Hades.

"Haha, sorry it was still a little short at the end - but I feel like this is good enough for you to play!"

"Trazyn...why are you here?"

"I'm dead!"

Trazyn smiled in relief, then opened his hand and showed Hades its half-shadow.

"But you see, there are so many ways to escape death in this galaxy,"

Trazyn winked mischievously, motioning Hades to look at Orikan, who was staring at them with a low pressure behind him.

"oh--!"

Hades understood, and without looking at Orikan, he changed the subject.
"So what are you doing here?"

"I'll go to the separate room with you,"

Trazyn shrugged.

"The Necrontyr have been completely annihilated. I hope your race will not suffer such a tragic fate, Hades. And - I came here to wake you up, of course, with the help of Orikan's power. That guy has finally stopped being stingy - remember our last promise, Hades, don't fall, completely crush the Outsiders, and help me put a perfect end to the fate of the Necrontyr."

"I will."

Hades said solemnly, and then watched Tarasim's body becoming weaker and weaker. The two of them looked at each other, and there was only silence between the alien friends.

Trazyn opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't come up with any decent witty remark to save the situation.

"Alas, I have been clamoring to revive the Necrontyr, but in the end I made you laugh, Hades - remember not to tell anyone else! I am so embarrassed!!!"

There were twinkling stars, and Hades stretched out his hand, but Tarasim had already disappeared, and the thread gradually became transparent and disappeared into the dust.

"No,"

Oerlikon, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. His face was livid. It was obvious that he was a little unhappy after witnessing Trazyn's self-destruction attack. The Star Master stared at Hades.

"The fate of the necrophiles will begin again - this is the right fate, this is the fate I have chosen, Hades, open your eyes, fate is calling you."

"Two stars soar in the sky, a hundred rivers rush into the sea; two snakes fight, but they merge into one - tens of thousands of years ago, one fell and the other survived, and tens of thousands of years later, it is the same."

Orikan said word by word,

"The fall of the Necrontyr... fate has truly begun to flow, witness."

(End of this chapter)