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

Chapter 413 1.27 Outside the battlefield
"Hurry up!!!"

Kirkland slapped his auxiliary limb on the command table, and the eerie white light filled the great sage's red robe from the observation window, coating the blood red with a layer of white frost.

"This is already the fastest!"

Angeltai shouted, holding the scepter in his hand tightly - now the golden light is getting brighter and brighter, getting brighter and brighter!

Faster, faster! ! !It was like the last reading before a countdown, and for some reason, they both seemed to know that time was running out.

Gathering a large number of troops in a short period of time, they broke through the waves of subspace and headed for Cadia. Along the way, they experienced countless doubts, provocations, and countless unexpected stories from others——

Whether it's the sudden death of the ship's engine, lack of manpower, or there are some ghost things on the ship that shouldn't exist in the physical world.

But relying on Angertai's reason and Kirkland's violence against the subspace creatures and the Word Bearers, their ships still rushed towards Cadia without stopping.

Now is the final stage of setting sail into Cardia. At this moment, the nerves of both of them are at their lowest.

Whether it is Kirkland or Angertai, they all have the belief that they must go to Cadia, and they all have the consciousness that even if they die, they must die in Cadia.

Blood oozed from Angeltai's clenched teeth, his heart was beating wildly, and he felt as if another voice was whispering in his ear.

Kirkland turned his head sharply, and the sage's cold, flashing red eyes were staring at Angelte.

"There's something dirty on you!"

The sage shouted, raised the Mecha-god Ax in his hand and struck hard at Angeltai!
"roll!!!"

Angeltay was unequivocal, he went up and kicked the great sage who suddenly went crazy. He knew that the sage was no longer normal, and Kirkland also knew that Angeltay had also become irritable.

After many days of getting along, both of them had understood each other's fighting patterns. Angeltai successfully avoided the sage's secondary limbs and hit the sage's solid frame with a heavy kick.

Kirkland also successfully pounced forward, clinging to Angeltai's upper body like a reptile, reaching out to grab the black stone spear behind Angeltai.

"Kirkland!"

Angeltay yelled, his voice coming out muffled from under Kirkland's body,

"If you want it, I'll give it to you! Madman!!"

"There's something on you!!!"

Kirkland yelled angrily,

"I think you have something on you!"

Angeltay yelled, his ears buzzing, which was probably the sound of metal parts on Kirkland's body. He angrily pulled Kirkland, who had been wrapping around him and beating him——

"Praise be to Hades!!!"

The hazy darkness fell, and Angeltey was shocked. The scepter he held in his hand could not be destroyed by Kirkland.

"Shut your mouth! Kirkland!"

It was useless, the great sage shouted the praises of Pluto as if he was crazy——

"Stop! Dude!! I said stop!!!"

Angertey and Kirkland, who were struggling wildly and squirming, stopped at the same time.

Because the sound was not made by any of them.

It was like... the sound gushing out of Angertai's veins.

Angeltai slowly opened his mouth, and the sound continued to sound from his body,
"Hey, I'm just a warp-"

Ahhhh! ! ! !
The Great Sage screamed, and he shouted directly at Pluto. At the same time, Angeltai's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the glimmer of the time bomb under Kirkland's red robe.

? !
For a moment, Angeltai didn't know whether it was better to let Kirkland blow up the subspace creature that was haunting him, or to subdue Kirkland first and go to Cadia.

In Kirkland's prayer, Angeltai could clearly feel his soul boiling and burning. What did exist in his body? When was he possessed? !
Angeltai recalled in horror, and then he remembered that this subtle feeling only gradually appeared after the prophetic vision that emerged from Luojia's scepter.

Angeltai recalled that moment——

In the white mist, he found himself kneeling on the vast land. He looked across in despair, tears streaming down his face.

【Angleterre,】

Luojia was half-kneeling in front of Angeltai, with silver-white tears also streaming down his face. In the universe, there were only two of them, Luojia and Angeltai.

Luo Jia's face was full of misery,
【time is limited. 】

The Primarch said,
[I can't escape this, help me, Angelte. 】

Bloody tears flowed from the corners of Angeltai's eyes, and his voice was hoarse.

"How...how can I help you, my father?"

[Bring the scepter and come to me. It contains the power of my previous faith. It escaped disaster. 】

Luojia said hoarsely, a strange purple light surged in his eyes, and he was struggling in pain.

[Not only my power of faith, but also yours... Angertai, you must arrive in Cadia as the No. 1 loyal Word Bearer. 】

Luo Jia looked at him, there were too many words that he could not say.

[You can't get here alone... Fortunately, you have followers of Pluto by your side. 】

But this is still not enough.

The mist gathered, and Angeltai felt that he was being pushed out of the battlefield, as if he was floating. He was getting further and further away, and he could only look at the half-kneeling body of the original body Luojia. The figure remained in the mist.

Luo Jia opened her mouth and said a few words.

【I found a friend for you. 】

Angeltay suddenly remembered,

"stop!!!"

Angeltay shouted, overlapping with the strange voice,
"Kirkland, give me a few minutes! He's here to help us!"

"Stop reading! I am a good devil!!!"

But if Kirkland listened, he wouldn't be Kirkland.

The red light under the great sage's robe flashed faster.

Angeltai felt his blood boiling, endless power surged in, and he felt spikes growing on his hands——

Angeltai suddenly peeled off Kirkland who was wrapped around him. He threw the sage heavily to the ground. He saw his gauntlets covered with red spikes.

Angeltay screamed,

"Don't call!"

The voice inside him immediately said,
"I'm Ram, stop reciting your spell, little robot."

Kirkland let out a strange cry, and the engine on the Mech-God Ax in his hand began to roar again,
"If you want to find your master, just listen to me!"

Ram roared, and the devil's high-pitched sarcastic voice sounded,

"I'm here to help you,"

Ram gritted his teeth and said,

"Maniacs who discriminate against subspace."

Kirkland screamed strangely again. The sage pointed his finger at Angeltai, who was standing at a loss. While shouting, he pulled out a black stone spike carved with the three-headed hound of hell from his red robe and pointed it at Angelt. Thai.

Ram immediately shouted,

"The Warp is not all a collection of negativity! Let me say it for the last time, I am here to help my brother Angeltai! Little robot!"

Angeltay was surprised. How could he become brothers with a demon?

As if aware of Angeltai's thoughts, Ram said helplessly,

"The tributaries of your destiny and mine have the same origin, Angeltai. I was found by Luojia, and it was in that prophecy - Oil guy, put away your gadgets! If you want your master to live Come down!"

Angeltai took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to signal Kirkland to stop, and the Word Bearer spoke cautiously,
"You want...how do you want to help us? Why do you want to help us?"

"Because I'm a good devil."

Ram's provocative voice sounded,
"Otherwise? Are all existences going to become those crazy existences? You have also seen how miserable the fate of their followers is."

Erebus...

Angelte thought,

"And now..."

The devil said in a weird voice,

"I just hope that the subspace still exists, instead of being blown into a black hole by two madmen."

Kirkland shouted,
"What are you going to do to Hades?!"

"I should say, what are you going to do to subspace?!"

"That guy,"

Ram said through gritted teeth, with a hint of fear in his voice,
"After his death, a storm will erupt that is comparable to the one formed by the Eye of Terror, and will continue to expand - and there are obviously no existences in the Warp as helpful as the Necron!"

The Eye of Terror was formed from the screams of Slaanesh's birth, the birth of the god that tore the veil between the physical world and the warp in the region.

And the aftermath of the explosion when Hades died... Ram was convinced that this would tear apart an existence similar to the Eye of Terror in the subspace. Even though Hades' current size is far from comparable to Slaanesh, he does not need to become a god. ——

Instead, you just need to chop the world with a knife before you die!To form a rift that is slow enough to bleed out the subspace.

The Eye of Terror originally spread slowly in the physical universe, but the Necrons, the overlords of the previous galaxy, discovered the Eye of Terror, so the Necrons built a large number of black stone obelisks in the star field near the Eye of Terror. To suppress the spread of the Eye of Fear.

And if an existence no smaller than the Eye of Terror forms in the subspace...

Ram is convinced that the thinking power that symbolizes chaos will never be as "kind" as the Necrons. After all, a god will not end up alone. Compared with the greater losses that may be suffered in the future, similar calculations nearby can only More deadly.

Therefore, subspace creatures cannot expect the overlord of subspace to build a wall.

Ram's voice still echoed in the command room, and the demon was satisfied to see the sage who had been trying to give him an ax fell into silence.

There was a hissing sound, and Angeltai seemed to see evaporating water vapor floating from Kirkland's head.

Kirkland spoke tremblingly,
"Wait...but..." the sage paused for a moment,

"But... the picture I saw is not like that?"

The death of the Primarch, that arrow... Kirkland seemed to have returned to that battlefield.

The only thing that enveloped this area was the spiritual energy that represented the next cruel millennium, and Kirkland could not feel a trace of Pluto's aura.

Ram's sarcastic voice sounded,
"Do you think they don't know about this? They know this very well. In fact, if they weren't concerned about the impact of the Lord of Hades before his death, they would have taken action long ago, so why bother to go to such trouble."

A hissing, dangerous sound filled the room,

"Poor little guy, the Lord of Mankind likes you and your companions very much. Fate and prophecy favor you. You must have seen...that arrow...right?"

Kirkland's figure froze completely, but his hand was still only holding the ax handle, ready to fight at any time,

"What exactly is that?"

The great sage asked gently,

"A gift from the Four Gods, a curse from the warp."

Ram's voice climbed like a poisonous snake into the hearts of Kirkland and Angleterre,
"At a heavy enough price, before everything can be undone, they will kill Pluto in a [harmless] way."

Kirkland was silent for a moment;

"Then why are you helping us?"

The sage said sharply, and he started to prepare to chop Angeltai again,
"If you are a creature of the Warp, then you should not support my Lord."

Ram spoke directly,
"Because the Word Bearers Primarch showed me another possibility, a more favored fate."

Outside the Law of Faith ship, the stars formed over millions of years were watching them silently, watching these two little people,
Ram paused, as if about to announce a shocking secret.

"Luojia said that the Lord of the Underworld knows all this, so..."

"...Then, if there is no room for redemption in the Hades situation, he will choose to commit suicide before they take action."

Kirkland let out a sharp crack.

The small command room suddenly became chaotic again.

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what are you doing?
Luojia, what are you doing?
The traveler asked himself, as he walked slowly on the wild land, smoke and dust rolled in. The corpses of those space warriors had long since dried up, like relics from ancient times.

Here, time is as chaotic as space.

He walked slowly, there was a rustling sound behind him, and Perturabo's unconscious body rubbed a deep groove on the ground.

Sand, rustle.

Like tears on the earth.

The illusory figure screamed beside him, the distorted phantom of the big devil was a broken projector, rattling, Ingersel chattered, it appeared in front of him, behind him, to the left, to the north .

He ignored it.

He was worshiping, Luojia thought slowly, as the ashes of the wreckage of the Perfect City rolled over his boots.

He lowered his eyes for a moment. Do they want him to be angry about this?Not happy about this?

he does not know.

He walked slowly. He remembered a lot and forgot a lot, but no matter what he was doing, he knew that he did not belong here. He tried hard to run away, but the wound on his waist pinned him here. in time and space.

The Eye of Terror was watching him instead of the sun.

From the light it shed, Luojia faintly saw many, many——

【the truth】

In the corner where he was imprisoned, he saw the figure of the laboratory; he saw the last battle on Terra, in which the only participants were the Custodes and the Abandoned; he saw the masks worn by the gods of the past, a glimpse behind the cracks.

He saw the blazing church, and in the flames was the perfect city that was burning. He heard the whispers from the subspace. He was not a god, but the real god had already extended a real olive branch to him at this moment.

Take hold of it and become a true believer.

The deceiver will not give him power, he will only use ridiculous tricks to fool him again and again. Luojia, why don't you let go?

As early as in Colchis, Luojia established a religion. He believed that the real gods would give them strength, give people bread, light up the road ahead, and arrange a true path for the sheep.

This is wrong.

The gods laughed.

All the truths they revealed to him have confirmed this. This is false. He will leave, leave without hesitation, become the King of Darkness, and then abandon the used humans in the cold universe.

Luojia trembled, and he continued to walk forward. Behind him, Perturabo groaned in pain, wait... wait... wait...

The altar is not here, and on the other side, the believers of the gods are stalling for him.

So He will abandon him, Luojia thought, a god who has finished using his followers and abandons them.

Subconsciously he wanted to refute this, so he began to pray.

Like a stone falling into a bottomless abyss, he lay on the edge of the cliff, waiting expectantly for an echo, but there was nothing.

A huge sense of disappointment enveloped him, and he felt hopeless.

Like a struggling fish, he tried a few more times.

Still not working.

He was frustrated, and the real gods were watching him patiently, waiting for him to repent.

He tried again, he started reciting all the prayers he had memorized - there was no time, no space, he had everything.

Among the dense sentences, a subtle darkness surged up.

Luo Jia was startled, and the vast ocean of unconsciousness responded to him, pushing the corpses towards the shore.

Luojia saw a pale and thin alien corpse like Mortarion, and saw countless other alien corpses stretching as far as the eye could see, as well as human corpses, their weak corpses slapping on the coastline.

Among the corpses, Luojia saw two familiar figures.

An abrupt spear protrudes from the ocean, with the corpses of two Word Bearers interspersed on it.

clang--

The sound of the broken sword sounded as it hit the back of the armor.

Luojia stopped, panting heavily. He felt that there was darkness in front of him, and the last fragment of the night was with him, in his faith.

The vast ocean was churning, as if grasping at the last straw, Luojia called out to Him.

In the darkness, he saw His story. Even though He could not leave His footprints in the vast ocean, the corpses lying at His feet had already marked His path.

He saw Mortarion, he saw Angron, he saw Magnus... he saw himself.

kindness,

Luojia thought.

He felt the final darkness. Even at the most distant seabed, He still responded to him and everyone who was willing to call Him.

kindness.

The cold liquid dripped on his face. Luojia looked up tremblingly. It was raining.

He thought, as he walked forward, he saw that figure, he saw the arrow, he saw himself, he saw Him.

He still fights, even when it all means nothing.

The outcome was decided from the beginning. He could not resist the power of the four false gods. This was the only time they cooperated, and it was also the end of his doomed demise.

Luojia shed tears.

No...shouldn't die here, He is the only hope for mankind.

But the time left for Him was too short. Time, the law that belongs exclusively to the physical world... No, it shouldn't be like this.

He needs to do something.

He saw Angeltai's figure kneeling in the fog in the distance.

Lorgar walked over, and he began to call, with promises, with lies, with everything he could use, and some demons who were closely connected to the fate of the Word Bearers responded to him.

At the same time he plunged the blade into the body of Faenus, and the dagger penetrated the flesh of Perturabo.

Faenus was gone, and Luojia was trembling. He could not do much.

He threw Perturabo's unconscious body towards the altar.

This is also their choice. Compared to Fenus, Perturabo is more suitable.

...But Luojia is also a possibility.

　The spoilers for The Last Day 2 sneaked out and shocked my heart.

　　I am also reading fragments, and you are welcome to use the original text to correct me.

　　Sanguinius died so miserably... there was no sign of glory at all. His face was torn off and his head was turned 360 degrees. At the same time, Horus compared Sanguinius with him several times. dog.

　　Then Horus had a vision of Sanguinius curled up at his feet, eating from his hand and offering him his loyalty.

　　(This is what the fuck is written in the text. Is it wrong to let Sanguinius curl up at his feet and eat something? Isn’t this wrong no matter how you think about it?)
　　And Horus hopes to send Dorne to the K throne, the angel is N, and the emperor is S.

　　Wait, why is the Emperor S? ! ! !Horus, please explain!

　　Also in the new book, the Emperor actually evolves into the Dark King because he plays too much with psychic gadgets, which is actually similar to Magnus.

　　But given that gw has already eaten the part of Magnus Prospero and the part of Dorne's death, this part may also be eaten, saying that it is Horus' imagination or something.

　　But with all due respect, this kind of description and words of Horus appearing in the official text... shocked my heart... I still have little experience.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)