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

Chapter 786 228. I think the stars can be thrown
[Eye of Silence]

The stars are moving at its fingertips.

The Silent King, the great Szalak, sits on his throne, and the entire Necrons are an extension of his consciousness, carrying out the king's orders.

In the Eye of Silence, countless stars are being dragged by a huge force, being thrown away from the stars, or being pulled into the deeper parts of the galaxy. Under the command of the King of Silence, countless galaxies are undergoing such transformations.

On important node planets, countless underworld scarabs began to buzz, and the originally dilapidated black stone obelisks began to recover. Huge, ancient waves that seemed to have echoed from ancient times spread out, covering the entire Eye of Silence in a powerful anti-psychic field.

The entire anti-psychic domain of the Eye of Silence is reviving, and any spiritual creature will be suppressed.

This is the Silent King's conspiracy.

How could the human empire invade here? How could they establish a base here? They couldn't even establish a base or a front, let alone win.

However, in the star area where the Eye of Silence has not yet been covered by the anti-psychic domain, there is still a small area of ​​strong psychic fog appearing - this is a normal phenomenon.

On the throne, the Silent King was silent, his codes and instructions were spread out and handed over to slaves who did not have to think. In recent days, countless Necromancers and Overlords knelt at his knees and swore allegiance to Szalak.

Up to now, compared with the Necrons that have just fallen asleep, nearly 60% of the entire Necrons have revived. Excluding the dynasties infected by the Flayer virus and those that have completely lost their combat effectiveness, there are only about 50% of the dynasties left that can fight.

During this period, half of the dynasties pledged their loyalty to the Silent King, while the other 30% were annexed by the Tessok Dynasty and became ignorant subordinates of the Storm King.

And the last 20%... the light in the Silent King's eyes became even colder.

It estimated that these two accomplishments were "stolen" by the Infinite One Trazyn.

Trazyn...

This name that it hates slid across the underlying code, leaving a permanent mark on the code of the Silent King. It will hunt down this thief at all costs until -

The footsteps of the visitor broke the eternal silence of the tomb. The Silent King raised his eyes slightly and saw another Pope who came to pledge allegiance. It came a little late, but considering that it belonged to an extremely marginal small dynasty, the Silent King decided to forgive it.

Because of the worship, the little Pope did not hold a staff or wear a cloak. The effervescent green color that symbolized his status flickered faintly as he walked under the high throne.

"Great Silent King, I come—"

The little pope bowed and was about to squat, but his words stopped abruptly - Trazyn raised his head and looked at Szalak on the throne.

"Come and declare war on you!"

"?! Trazyn?!"

Trazyn laughed. It saw the Silent King standing up in astonishment. Countless annihilation green lights shot towards Trazyn, but Trazyn fanatically opened his arms and rushed towards the Silent King desperately, as if he urgently wanted to hug it.

The next moment, the deafening flash of self-explosion filled the entire space.

When the Silent King raises his face from the aftermath of the explosion, he will find that everything is just the beginning.

It would look out the window in great anger and see the trembling stars.

See the "wisdom" that is unique to the human empire.

..............................

[They are trying to create a battlefield completely free of psychic power.]

In the strategic room of Macragge's Glory, the holographic simulated blue light shone on the face of the blond king, and Guilliman's jaw clenched.

[I was indeed careless in this regard.]

But this does not mean a strategic failure. On the contrary, it will create an advantage and an unexpected situation for them.

[How is the layout? Is the Mechanicus ready? ]

Pluto was silent for a moment, as if confirming. Spots of silver light fell around him, reflecting the thousands of mechanical sages working hard.

Every bit of silver light is a gaze, a gaze.

Then, Pluto nodded.

Following the Primarch's eye signal, the holographic projection that only included the Eye of Silence area was rapidly shrinking, shrinking, and shrinking again, until all the bright special marks on the star map were revealed.

【start.】

Guilliman said softly, and Pluto, who had been standing beside him in silence, nodded and disappeared in the next moment in the bright lightning.

………………

Slingshot Galaxy

"Fire! Fire! Fire!!!"

The great sage on the command tower roared and waved the command flag in his hand like a fanatical orc. Bits of anti-gravity silver light floated around him, adding endless power and wisdom to the sage.

Under the suspension tower, millions of tiny crusaders like ants were busy flowing together with the sages.

A huge wail echoed faintly in their ears, and the whole world was crying because of the great power condensed by technology.

Gravity tore open a rift, and the barrier between the warp and the real world was torn apart. A dark planet with a cracked surface, flowing with flames and lava, was slowly pulled out of the warp. An immortal red-eyed dragon lived on it, holding a warhammer tightly in its hand!
"Fire! Fire! Fire!!!"

As early as the Slaanesh War, the throwing of planets was used in actual combat, and now, under the leadership of Pluto, countless similar planets are being dragged out of the Warp, wrapped in a rich Warp atmosphere.

"emission!!!"

The sage shouted tremblingly, leaned back, and sent out a command wave, like a marble between the fingers of a giant god, and the planet was ejected in an instant!

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what happened? !
The psychic sensor in its brain sent out a shrill alarm. The Silent King suddenly pulled his perception to the outside. What did it see? ! Madman!!!
A complete lunatic! A primitive barbarian!!!
Are they fucking greenskins?!

The originally dark and silent subspace of the Eye of Silence suddenly flashed with bright light, as dazzling as the sun. Several planets of different colors lit up on their own, as if they had their own BGM and descended at several key nodes of the Eye of Silence.

Several big guys with subspace auras appeared from the planet!
Suddenly, huge waves rose from the subspace and swept towards the subspace around them. The planets that suddenly landed had not yet stabilized. They seemed to be calculated and, under the attraction of gravity, crashed into the nearest Black Stone Node planet!

no? ? ?

"March! March! March!!!"

The horn of the forced march sounded, and the Imperial Navy hidden in the nearby subspace pulled full engine power. The psykers taught by the Red King stood at the bow of the ship and jumped into their respective subspace war zones like returning pigeons. The collision and embrace between planets continued slowly. In the void, the close enough distance and huge gravity made everything useless. Like knights with swords drawn, they stabbed silently at the opposite side.

Explosions and destruction occurred together, and the waves of falling planets surged in the physical world and the subspace. The nearby Necron base stations were destroyed by the waves, but more ships reacted in advance and headed towards deep space to avoid the waves representing destruction.

This created a void, a space that was not under the jurisdiction of the Necrons.

【Come on, my warriors! 】

On the blood-red sand, Angron whistled and touched his head like a hairspray hand. The entire planet he was standing on was shattered, pushed farther away by the huge force of the explosion, but the violent atmosphere due to gravitational disturbance did not affect the Primarch at all. Angron stood there like a rock, letting the wind blow his hair wildly.

He roared, and giant gladiators rose from the warp, drenching the region in crimson. Angron was pleased to hear the response from his children.

【Come on, come on! 】

The Primarch clapped his hands and opened his arms, and the next moment, flashes of psychic energy lit up beside him, and his warriors in white helmets and blue shoulders emerged from the violent Warp with axes in hand.

【In my name! 】

In the storm, a majestic figure with wings flapping raised his spear high, living up to the name of Sanguinius! The rebuilt Blood Angels emerged from under the wings of their father.

【Let the lava temper us! 】

Vulkan the Undying roared, the dragon breathed out flames, and the Giant who controls life called out his merciful offspring.

[Let the shadows of ravens and nightbats remain forever~]

Conrad laughed and rushed out from behind the silent Corax. The two legions that were good at flank battles appeared together on the flank of the star zone.

【Hold on here.】

Rogal Dorn said so, the largest planet fell like a rock on the front line of the entire war zone, he and his bright yellow offspring would be the empire's strongest fortress.

【…】

The calm, deep breaths sounded like hisses.

【Tenacious.】

Bright amber shone beneath the hood, right in the center of the front line, where the shadow of death loomed.

There is nothing to say, the cold light flashing on the scythe blade will represent Mortarion's words.

"The plan went well!"

Above the majestic, Orikan shouted happily, and on the star disk, several stars lit up, connecting to a large enough star field. The Mechanicus task force trained by Pluto himself had already arrived at the black stone obelisks that had gone out of control due to the impact of the planet, and successfully reversed their polarity.

In the warp, the Eye of Silence shone once again, shining with the glory of the Human Empire.

[I think we can have a serious fight now, the alien king Szalak.]

A huge sapphire and gold wheel emerged from the midst of several twinkling stars. The Lord of the Empire, Robouti Guilliman, sat on his throne with a dazzling crown on his forehead.

To his right, the Empire's computing center, Lord of Nirvana, Fenus Manus, was standing. The brilliance of steel and sparks was reflected in the Primarch's iron-gray eyes. Fenus seemed to sense something - between the machines and metals, the power of the Warp was bowing to him.

At his right hand side was the greatest psyker in the Empire, the great Red King, the true wise Magnus, the psychic advisor of Robert Guilliman. Magnus's red skin was strong, and the abundant psychic environment made the psyker feel comfortable.

The golden light represented by Robert Guilliman is flickering, appropriately blending the various colors of his brothers into this endless golden light. Gold is the true color of the world and the supreme color of the Nine Cauldrons.

This is the color of the emperor.

This is an all-star lineup.

But - there is still a gap, or rather, the real main force is missing.

The clarion call of the Mechanicum was launched at the same time as the charge of the Imperial Astra Militarum and the Navy. Pluto was always by their side. After the Primarch and the Space Marine Legion, the vanguard engineering team of the Mechanicum arrived.

On the giant mechanical wheel, countless missile heavy vehicles, mobile defense barriers, embedded underground fortresses (?), temporary medical points, mobile military factories... are clustered and stationed on the largest and most stable planetary fragments in the scarlet avalanche and tsunami, and are immediately put into production and construction.

The real war is made of trenches and metal! Flesh and blood are weak! They are not as powerful as the metal beasts.

Gears and machines roared, in the name of Ohm Messiah! The majestic figures of Titans and Knights walked among the red robes, ringing the bells!

All kinds of giant materials needed for construction are floating against gravity, as if they are controlled by a giant hand. This is the power of Pluto!

Each black stone obelisk was protected immediately, emitting psychic light. The psychic fragments of the primordials were sprinkled on it, making it glow with different colors and textures.

The light in the Warp is even brighter because billions of souls are rushing into the battlefield with fanatical thoughts. Life is the currency of the Emperor. The number of souls entering the battlefield far exceeds that of the mortal army of Space Marines. Although the light of souls is small, they still gather sparks all over the sky!
Every time, when all the Space Marines on the battlefield are wiped out, every time, when the Titans on the battlefield fall, the ones who remain holding the front line will always be the motor oil guys and the mortal guys with guns!
Without the faith of hundreds of millions of warriors, how could the Primarch have such power and light as bright as the sun?
The star map on the throne of the Silent King, which had originally been peaceful green, suddenly turned bright gold. The bright golden light illuminated Szalak's face, reflecting his not-so-good-looking expression.

Its time technicians hadn't warned it of any of this! Those sleepy creatures!
Above the dimension, Orikan smiled with satisfaction. No Necrons knew how to play with time better than him! Behind him, the main body of Trazyn suddenly jumped up. Trazyn's data stream finally came back. The Necrons picked up the scepter and rushed out.

"You should have seen Szalak's expression! I recorded it!"

Trazyn's voice faded away quickly. The Infinite's army was waiting for it - it was not only the human empire that was fighting the Silent King.

Some grudges can be settled together.

Or in other words, the Human Empire is not the only one that wants to give Szalak a beating.

【Taysoke Dynasty】

"You should seriously consider my opinion, great Storm King."

Orrik's clone knelt down, lowered his head and spoke seriously. Opposite him, the tyrant, the Storm King who liked the Necromancer's body, was thinking.

"There is only one chance to overthrow Szalak's rule with the smallest chance. If you don't send troops, this chance will most likely be snatched away by the Endless Trazyn."

"...the opportunity stealer, the profiteer..."

The Storm King's hoarse voice uttered from his throat, and the cold tyrant leaned forward slightly, seeming to be very interested in what Orikan said.

And Orikan knew that it had succeeded.

When using the provocation method, mention Tarasim and it will never fail.

No Overlord wants to be worse than Trazyn.

(End of this chapter)