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

Chapter 877 [319.] People reached a consensus
First, wound Him.

[Mortarion] stood on the altar. The ceiling on the indoor platform had already slowly opened. The bright starlight and the extremely low temperature roared in together, but the people on the altar were completely fearless. They let their armor and skin be covered with frost, and the magnetic boots nailed them firmly in place.

The originally clear and transparent starry sky was like a muddy river entering the sea. Two turbulent currents of different colors were stirring against each other, one was as black as ink, and the other was as bright as the sun. Not far away, the black hole was confronting the daytime which was even larger than it.

How cruel.

[Mortarion] thought, he was sincerely angry and sad for Hades - but what was even sadder was that he knew that even Hades would make this choice, and Hades was unwilling to become a god completely.

Those who are ignorant of the truth long to become gods, while those who truly know the truth shy away from the throne of gods.

+You watch and start,+
Lorgar's voice reached Mortarion's ears through psychic communication, so even though it was a vacuum, Mortarion could still hear those words.

+I believe in you,+
The Primarch with the floating head spoke quietly, not knowing who he was communicating with.

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+You are all the main force of the Cult of the Underworld, and have worked with him for many years - I believe you are familiar with him and know when is the best time - but I hope it can be as soon as possible, don't worry, I will notify Guilliman and Mortarion. +
zizi.

The voice of the Primarch Lorgar was interrupted by the roar of the construction site. High in the sky, on the temporary scaffolding, Jin-306 slowly lowered his head and looked at Kirkland who was silent beside him. Kirkland did not look at him. Amid the long whistling wind, the voice of the Great Sage sounded like an electronic sound.

“This is a little different from what I imagined.”

Kirkland said with difficulty,

"He hasn't won yet—and isn't the battle situation just right now?"

Jin placed his mechanical main limb on Kirkland's shoulder and pressed it silently.

"We cannot make arbitrary decisions without knowing the full situation - but it seems that the real decision-maker of the empire knows that we are here. I have confirmed the communication just now. The key from the highest center of the empire is most likely ordered by the emperor or Hades himself."

Kirkland seemed to want to say something, but in the end the sage could only make some meaningless electronic sounds. Jin's arm was placed on his shoulders like a silent chain.

Kirkland did not move, but just looked at the busy Skitarii and Astra Militarum troops under the giant structure. They were the last force that did not withdraw except the legions led by the Primarch - this was the status and strength of the Mechanicus, they were the most powerful arm of Pluto.

The electronic sound, like a bad connection, rang again.

"Can,"

Kirkland said calmly, then his voice suddenly rose and he shouted hysterically,
"Yes!!! Let us dedicate the last hymn to Him! Let Him see the wisdom and power of His believers!!!"

"Attention everyone!!! Order α-000!!! Warm up! Start the third stage engine - prepare the firing pin!!!"

The sound dissipated in the strong wind in the sky, but Jin knew that the order had been issued. Not only the base here, but also 137 temporary strategic bases in the entire star field have now received the order.

The great sage lowered his head and looked at the crowd on the ground, which was obviously changing direction and was a bit chaotic and noisy.

"Remember the Council of Nikea? My friend, let us help him again."

But next time - he will really retire.

No one can bear to go on like this.

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[Base 095]
[Engine started successfully, energy injection was successful, pipeline preheating was completed, target level 876 positioning was completed, target location XX.UHFR.V, requesting the superior to confirm the target coordinates, requesting more accurate positioning.]
Some kind of pitch-black giant eye that occupied one-fifth of the planet's continental plate slowly turned, and tens of thousands of black stone spires together supported a flat, shallow bowl-shaped black stone surface. Now, that thin surface was quietly staring at the direction of the God War, and the eerie light was reflected in the dim and deep pupils.

Under the giant artificial structure, countless red-robed sages and apprentices were busy. They stood in front of the makeshift command desk, hurriedly controlling this behemoth according to the training they had received.

This is a historic moment, but now these low-level operators have no time to think about it. They need to make sure that there are no problems in their work. Tension permeates the narrow base.

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Beep! Beep! Beep!
The red alarm suddenly rang, and the warship that was evacuating in an orderly manner suddenly jolted, almost throwing Krieg Midd, who was curled up on the small narrow bed, off. Krieg, who was conserving his energy in his sleep, woke up almost immediately and jumped up, clutching his gun.

In the same narrow cabin, the chemical dog brother was still sleeping with his arms folded, but he began to curse and greet the bastard who was driving the boat.

"Don't sleep, something happened."

Krieg pushed the chemistry dog, and the chemistry dog ​​cursed Krieg's non-existent parents and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

They have been withdrawn from the first battlefield, along with most of the Astra Militarum. The Munitions decided to transport them to the safer Third Theater, and now only the Space Marine Legions, the Mechanicus, the Bi-State Religion, and organized special forces are allowed to enter the front line.

"Emergency notice, emergency notice - everyone stay awake and wake up everyone around you immediately."

There was a flash of red light, and the old warning light shrieked throughout the room.

"This battleship, Starlight, is now located in the Second War Zone (BUJDF.21.DZ), in the special operations zone designated by the Military Affairs Department and the Church. All the Imperial citizens on board have been temporarily recruited to provide assistance to the front line in the name of the Emperor! Those who disobey orders will be shot on the spot."

Krieg heard faint roars and curses coming from the metal walls of the cabin, as well as a few sporadic gunshots, but overall, the Astra Militarum rest area where he was was still quiet, and people had neither the energy nor the spirit to shout.

He subconsciously glanced at the Chemical Dog brother beside him. Fortunately, the Chemical Dog was in a good mood - this Star Army soldier wanted to die on the battlefield instead of being sent back in a cowardly manner.

The broadcast was repeated several times until the gunshots no longer disappeared.

Then, there was a crackling sound, and an extremely low and hoarse voice replaced the voice of the servitor - usually such a hoarse voice belongs to a Space Marine. Krieg thought so.

In the command room of the Starlight, a Space Marine in strange armor was pointing his finger at the microphone, while the captain and commander were standing behind him respectfully - they had never seen a Space Marine with such strange paint, with prayers engraved on the dull grey armor, but he came with the High Priest of the State Church and gave the correct administrative order.

Behind the Word Bearers, the Archbishop of the Divine Emperor Church, who had been resting with his eyes closed, remained silent, just holding his staff - over the past ten thousand years, the Word Bearers have never completely disappeared, but have been hiding in a very small number within the Divine Emperor Church, the state religion. The state religion also stored enough gene seeds of the Word Bearers, waiting for that day at any time.

Not many people knew about this, Sanguinius was one, Guilliman was one, and besides that? Maybe Pluto didn't know about this, unless he was very serious about settling the bills to the state church one by one.

But all matters related to the state religion are approved by Guilliman, and Pluto is only responsible for the Cult of Hades and the Mechanicus.

"Citizens of the Empire, the Empire needs your faith now,"

The Word Bearer said, his eyes flashing with an abnormal golden light.

"Faith brings strength, and faith lays the foundation for the empire. Now the empire needs you to pray - pray to the God-Emperor, and only pray to the God-Emperor. For the time being, stop your wrong behavior of praying to Hades - after the ban ends, you can pay tribute to Hades, but immediately stop the wrong thoughts that should not exist in your mind. Those who violate the rules will be shot."

The Word Bearer finished speaking in an unquestionable tone, and his words even carried a certain irresistible power, like a shepherd who was hitting the sheep on the head with a stick to guide them into the right pasture.

The Word Bearer then moved to the side to make room for the high priest with his eyes closed. The priest opened his eyes, stepped forward, and began to recite prayers - a faint golden light emerged from the scepter in his arms.

The Word Bearer also began to pray following the priest's words. He didn't know when a rosary appeared in his hand, rolling along with the Space Marine's pious words.

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Pray to the God-Emperor instead of Hades?
This thought popped up in Krieg's mind, and he felt it was a bit ridiculous. He subconsciously clutched the black stone necklace around his neck, and the scene of meeting Pluto that year came to his mind vividly.

But he didn't think too much about it. A good soldier lies in obedience rather than ability.

Krieger paused, carefully took off his necklace, and put the small black ornament in his pocket. Then he looked at the chemical dog, his light blue eyes as gray as plastic in the scarlet room.

The Chemistry Dog, who was originally cursing, stopped cursing under such a terrifying gaze. The Chemistry Dog felt his scalp tingling - at a certain moment, his intuition told him that this mentally ill boy had murderous intentions.

"Good! Good!"

The chemical dog said, cursing and pulling off the Pluto statue from around his neck,
"Isn't it just praying to the damn emperor? I'm just praying!"

So they stood in the narrow corridor of the cabin, which was a small rectangular room with a statue of Pluto hanging on the north wall and a statue of God Emperor hanging on the south wall. So they turned their backs to the statue of Pluto in silence, knelt down towards the statue of God Emperor, and began to pray together following the prayer on the broadcast.

At this moment, similar scenes are happening on countless warships drifting in the nearby star field. Exhausted people are kneeling on the ground, with dried blood on their clothes. Similar words are echoing with the radio. People lower their heads, close their eyes, and silently recite the prayers on the radio.

They may not fully understand the meaning of the prayers, or why they were asked to do so - but they were indeed tired enough, and people wanted the war to end as soon as possible.

So they were pious.

Perhaps not really for the Emperor and the Imperium, but for themselves.

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+The fucking Emperor!!!+
Mortarion's heart-wrenching roar echoed in the gray-white realm. His compound eyes were bloodshot and the Primarch stared at the sky above his head, where the Underworld Sea was rolling.

+I fucking killed him!!!!+
The Pale King roared, and venom spurted out of his mouth, spraying on the ground with a hissing sound.

Next to him, Guilliman, whose golden light was becoming brighter and brighter, rubbed his brows tiredly, raised his head, and looked at the sky nervously with his blue eyes.

+With all due respect, I think this will only make the Emperor happier - after all, he does intend for you and me to kill him. +
+***! **********! **! ! ! ! +
With extremely vicious words sprayed out, Mortarion looked like he was about to explode in a physical sense. Although he also had a "contingency plan for what to do if Pluto lost control", that was only after Pluto defeated the Outsiders to see if Pluto was really out of control.

Moreover, strictly speaking, this is a notification rather than an order. The plan has already begun in places that the two Primarchs cannot currently manage.

+Wait? Where did the other me go? +
Mortarion narrowed his eyes. +He can't be allowed to cause trouble. +
Guilliman blinked innocently, realizing that something was wrong. If he revealed the whereabouts of the First Traitor, Mortarion would probably get even more out of control.

+He was taken away by Lorgar,+
Guilliman decided to avoid the main issue.
+To complete the Emperor's other plans - I think he will reunite with the Lion. +
+Lion? Leon Jonson? +
Mortarion's voice suddenly rose.
+You mean, for all these years, the Lion has been hidden by the Emperor? +
+I think that might be the case, just like Lorgar. +
Guilliman's serious expression dimmed, and he pulled up the corners of his mouth to smile self-deprecatingly.
+Maybe he still needs a Primarch under his command who can be trusted - you see, you and I don't trust him, and he doesn't trust us that much either. +
Mortarion laughed - it was always like this, that damned old man. They were tricked by that old thing again and again, but they kept sticking to him again and again. There was nothing they could do, because they didn't see the Emperor as much, nor were they as far away from him. What's more, other people would always have a little bit of selfishness, but the Emperor's selfishness did not affect him at all in pushing Horus out.

The more you understand the emperor, the more you hate him, but the less you can do anything about him - because he never seeks personal gain and will even offer himself up.

If the Primarch could be pissed off, Mortarion would probably be unconscious by now.

He just stared at the gradually sinking darkness in the sky and the mirror-image of fate - Mortarion secretly swore in his heart that this time, he must make sure that old Deng died here once and for all.

This might be a happy ending for the Emperor, for everyone, and Mortarion felt determination crawling up his spine.

But before that, they had to watch a tragedy, a scene that Mortarion was not happy to see.

Although the Primarch repeatedly explained for himself that if Hades was allowed to completely devour the Outsiders, then Pluto, who had evolved into the Supreme Star God, would completely become another existence, and the original Hades would completely disappear.

So he just raised his head silently, amidst the meteor shower of thousands of Outer Ones fragments, waiting for the judgment from the Empire - a judgment that was close to betrayal.

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[Base 095]
[Coordinates received, first confirmation, XX.UHFR.873V; second confirmation, XX.UHFR.873V; third confirmation, XX.UHFR.873V, confirmation completed, can be launched.]
[Permission granted.]
[Countdown, five, four, three, two, one, zero, launch!!!]
Hundreds of stars shine in the Milky Way.

(End of this chapter)