Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 397 1.11 Pre-war Multiple Parties

[Terra]

The marble as white as snow was spread on the ground, and dazzling white light sprinkled from the only light source in the room, splashing a dazzling wave of light.

The only desk in the room cast a dim and ominous shadow on the ground, and the golden armor dimmed for a moment in the shadow.

The Emperor was silent, staring at the map on the table in front of him.

…They…They don’t want to play anymore.

The Emperor slowly tapped the table with his hands, making a crisp sound. Every sound wave flashed a dazzling wave under the white light. The curtain fluctuated, and he could glimpse the water flow.

His previous behavior angered them, and now, Chaos was going to show him their anger.

…Hades.

The Emperor's mouth silently read the word.

No…The Emperor thought, desperate.

He could feel their high and weak state. Chaos was angry enough, and they had invested enough. This was not-this was not something Hades could solve by himself.

Hades could not sense things in the subspace, which meant he could not predict the other side's actions.

The Emperor thought calmly, he lowered his eyes, stared at the map, and counted the forces that would appear on the battlefield this time.

His hand that was tapping the table paused slightly, the Emperor breathed steadily, and a golden light lit up in an instant, and then disappeared again.

Behind him, the hunchbacked old man moved slightly.

"My Lord," Malcador's old voice sounded, with deep fatigue, "I can go." "No," said the Emperor, "Stay on Terra, Malcador, the Webway needs you." Malcador coughed twice, "My Lord, I still don't think Magnus can be released." "I gave Leman Russ his control, and when necessary, the Wolf King will make his decision." "The real battlefield is not here." The Emperor said calmly, and Malcador behind him frowned deeply. He wanted to say something else, but the Emperor raised his hand to stop Malcador's next sentence, "Be prepared for the shattering of the territory... Malcador." Like a sigh, the Emperor said that sentence softly, "We need to keep our decisive hand, order Mars to prepare support ships, and let them prepare for long-term voyages." ———————— The Emperor's, the Emperor's sacred middle finger is not lit! ! !

Hades screamed in his heart. After the last warp jump, the Emperor's middle finger lit up, and then went out again.

Don't mess with his mentality at this time!

Hades quickly listed the possible situations in his mind. The first one was that there was a problem on his side. The four gods weakened the Emperor's finger bones with the help of the Eye of Terror, but Hades did not find any possible traces of blasphemy, nor did he use the Black Domain to detect psychic energy.

... The second possibility was that there was a problem on the Emperor's side.

Hades hoped that the webway would not explode, even if the Emperor played a little joke on Hades or something?

But unfortunately, this finger bone was indeed like an ordinary human finger bone, no longer covered with a faint golden light.

This also meant that Hades himself could no longer perform warp jumps, and at the same time, he could not use his unique skill [Primarch Evolution].

He inadvertently glanced at the mouth of Finus beside him.

Hades was silent, so what he had to do next was very simple, to stop the four gods from opening the Eye of Terror. If the Eye of Terror was really opened successfully, then the Order of Silence and the Iron Hands alone would not be able to stop the demon army marching in the turbulence of the subspace.

Before the Eye of Terror was opened, they still had a chance.

Although he screamed silently in his heart, Hades did not react on the surface. He continued to twist his middle finger expressionlessly and talked to Finus in front of him. The fleet was about to reach the territory of the Eye of Terror.

"Creatures with [autonomous consciousness] or machine souls will resist my arc. The stronger their autonomous consciousness, the more difficult it is for me to control them."

Finus pondered, so this is why the intelligent control robots still maintain a high efficiency.

[Then the autonomous consciousness machines encountered next will be eliminated by the Iron Hands. 】

Fenus said rationally, but Hades smiled,

"No need, I still have the Black Domain - it can eliminate autonomous consciousness."

Fenus was silent, and the Lord of Medusa took a deep breath silently,

[I think, if we really want to fight Perturabo... Perturabo will not be willing to be your enemy. 】

Hades smiled brightly,

"This is also the reason why I am willing to lead the Order of Silence to the Eye of Terror."

Because the two legions here are mechanical combat, Hades can at least guarantee that the short-term combat will not collapse.

As if he heard the deep meaning of Hades' words, Fenus paused, but then he stared at the command board and spoke,

[I heard that your sage deputy is spreading other doctrines in the legion. 】

The smile on Hades' face froze, but before he could speak, Fenus interrupted him, and the Primarch looked at Hades meaningfully,

[Can this increase your strength, Hades? 】

Hades was silent. Under Hades's popularization, Finus understood the concept of chaos and "God"... Hades had bad thoughts in his mind.

Hades nodded slowly but firmly,

[Then let your wise deputy communicate more with the warriors. 】

Finus said casually,

[They also think you are different, you really scare them. 】

Fainus' tone became more relaxed, and the Lord of Medusa crossed his arms.

[I think you originally planned to teach them some skills, but unfortunately the knowledge you showed, coupled with the kindness you expressed...the two had a discordant reaction. 】

Hades smiled awkwardly,

"This may be my question - there are circumstances."

As soon as Hades changed his voice, before he finished speaking, several red dots representing other fleets lit up on the bird servant instrument.

That is……

Hades frowned,

...the Word Bearers?

Hades' movement of panning the Emperor's finger bones stopped.

This was not a scene he had expected...According to normal subspace navigation time, it was impossible for the Word Bearers to appear here.

Then... there is only one possibility.

Hades stared at the Bird Servant... The Word Bearers did not have many ships, but they did not rule out the possibility of concealment.

Faenus was about to accept the communication permission from the Word Bearers. Beside him, Hades's voice sounded softly,

"Highest level of alert."

Faenus was about to agree to accept the Word Bearers' application when he stopped and looked at Hades in disbelief.

The person who responded to him was Hades, who had already connected to the listening channel.

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【Cardia】

In the underground trench under the largest black stone obelisk, Perturabo stood silently in front of the command board, even though he knew everything well and didn't really need the command board.

Hot steam spurted out from his side. The hateful Lord of Steam and Fire bent his huge and rugged body, and his words seemed to have a hint of charm on the eve of victory.

+Lo and behold—here they come. +

The monster said happily,

+ They came at the right time, I think, just in time for the carnival when we opened the Eye of Terror. +

Perturabo remained silent and ignored Vashtor's soliloquy. The Lord of Steel concentrated on manipulating and reversing the black stone obelisks on other planets. With Cadia as the central anchor, this defense line gradually Extending towards Cadia.

At this moment, this long river is about to close, and Cardia will be the last piece of the puzzle.

[Are you very interested in him? 】

Perturabo asked lazily, and Vashtor puffed out a puff of steam as if dissatisfied.

+Only when you witness it with your own eyes will you understand why he is the one despised by the gods. +

As if remembering something, Perturabo sneered,

[I have seen that my "good brother" is a soldier who values ​​him very much. 】

Perturabo said casually,

[It's just anti-psychic power. He is neither immune to artillery fire nor bullets. Death is still easy. 】

Vashtor was silent for a long time, and crackling arcs of electricity lit up between the heavily entangled cables,

+Don’t take it lightly,+

Vashtor hissed,

+He has other abilities besides anti-psionic. +

【What will it be? 】

+Control machinery. +

How funny, thought Perturabo, that he could hear a slight tremor in the monster's voice.

[It seems that he has a very rare skill. 】

Perturabo sneered, but Vashtor whispered,

+ No... you don't understand... Perturabo, you need help. You should be grateful that the concentration of psychic energy here is extremely high, which gives us the capital to suppress him. +

Vashtor spoke, the gears roared, and the abominable monster raised its head, its sight seemed to penetrate the layers of defenses, staring thoughtfully at the black stone obelisk.

+ Fortunately, we don’t have to face him... When the cracks in the upside-down reality open, he will be annihilated. +

Vashtor chuckled.

Perturabo deftly ignored it, and word came from the Word Bearers.

Lorgar...Perturabo thought that the original form of the Word Bearers had changed, that he had completely changed, or that...his soul was dead.

This blasphemous thought made Perturabo feel an eerie sense of satisfaction, and a faint sense of fear crept into his bones.

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Angelt stood there uneasily. He was exiled. When the Primarch planned to kill the Custodes, Angelt spoke to dissuade the Primarch, and then he was sent by Lorgar to the most remote place on the ship.

Angeltai silently shook the black spear in his hand. The heavy texture gave him a moment of peace of mind. At least the original body did not confiscate the disciplinary weapon he obtained in the Perfect City.

Luojia...has changed.

Angeltai took a deep breath. Ever since he finished talking to Perturabo, the primarch of the Fourth Legion, Luojia seemed to have become a different person. He ordered all the books he wrote after he was in the Perfect City to be burned. He also ordered the Word Bearers to scatter around the Eye of Terror to collect the indigenous beliefs here.

At the same time, the original body is stepping up the compilation of new holy scriptures, disbanding the original priest team, and training priests according to the new faith.

That was not the Luojia he knew.

Angeltai firmly believed in this. Something must have happened. He wanted to confirm the condition of the original body again. So far, except Angeltai, all other warriors who suspected the original body had been sent to the edge planet by Luojia. Domain searches for faith - they are exiled further.

Angeltai didn't know whether it was the Spear of Punishment in his hand that allowed him to escape disaster, or whether the original body still felt that Angeltai still had his own use.

But that's not the point. Angeltai only needs to do one thing now, which is to confirm what happened to the original body.

Although he has been far away from the original body, he cannot know every move of the original body, but the blessed lady Cyrene can. Cyrene is very smart and not as impulsive as Angeltay. This smart blind girl realizes that After something went wrong with the Primarch, he decisively and politely accepted the new faith, but privately, Cyrene still secretly prayed to the Emperor and the Silent One every day.

It was also the Primarch's schedule that Cyrene brought to Angertai. The little girl emerged from the exhaust duct and brought the latest movements of the Primarch to Angertai who was on duty.

According to Cyrene, the Primarch would go to the confessional on his own at noon every day, and no one would be seen. The priests who went to see the Primarch before were severely reprimanded, and some of them were even left behind by the impatient Gene Father. on the wall.

The Primarch's time alone...this was Angeltay's last chance.

Relying on the map provided by the blessed lady, he avoided the patrolling soldiers with familiarity. Angeltai walked silently on the corridor. He unconsciously held the spear tightly, and his mouth was pressed by the cold black stone. tight.

The confessional was right in front of him, and Angeltai felt his breathing begin to become heavier.

Did he do the right thing?

Angeltai asked sincerely. He could not do this at all. The original body exiled him to the ship, which proved that he still had hope. Angeltai could just work in a remote post on the mothership. A few years, then returned to the Primarch's side, and then became his most trusted warrior.

But...that's not the case.

Something was wrong with Luojia, Angeltai thought painfully. Even though he was still brilliant as a demigod, things had already gone off the rails when Luojia and Perturabo planned to kill the Custodes. There will always be some among the Word Bearers. The wise saw the abnormality of the original body, but they were either exiled first or kept silent - this was a time of great changes in military ranks.

When Angeltai's thoughts settled in reality again, he found himself standing at the door of the Primarch's private confessional.

The door was closed.

Angeltai swallowed, put the spear on his back, and stretched out his hand to knock on the door.

His eyes paused on the hand hanging in the air, and finally - Angeltai decided to follow his heart. He turned his hand over and tried to gently push the door open.

Angelta's eyes widened. The door was unlocked.

Dazzling firelight danced from the cracks in the door, and the flames crackled and burned quietly, accompanied by heavy breathing like drowning.

Luojia, Luojia was standing there, with his back to Angeltai and the black stone scepter displayed in the corner. The fire was burning around the original body. Angeltai saw the body of the book. , the Primarch set his books on fire.

Angeltai identified the words. Among the scraps of the book were legion books before Perfect City, as well as newly compiled editions after that, and the original editions that are currently being compiled.

As if unaware of Angeltai's arrival, the original body stood silently. He was nailed there, breathing erratically, as if he was engaged in a fierce battle.

Angeltai pursed his lips, and he cautiously took a step toward the room——

【roll. 】

Lorgar's voice sounded, but the original body remained motionless.

Angeltai felt as if his throat had been strangled by the original body, but he chose to take his second step firmly.

The Luojia he knew would not say "go away" to his children.

Luo Jia's breathing became more disordered. He took short breaths, but remained motionless.

Angeltay took his third step, and the pressure suddenly hit him. He saw blood spilling between his helmet and boots, and his throat became fishy-sweet.

Luo Jia let out a gasp that sounded like he was on the verge of death.

"……Father?"

Angeltai opened his mouth, and the red thread slipped from the corner of his mouth.

【……Don't】

Broken sounds sounded,

【look……】

Tick, in the dim light of the fire, Angeltai saw an extra drop of blood at the feet of the original body.

But the back of the original body is still as silent as an old house that has been abandoned for thousands of years.

The sound of fine gold clashing was heard, armors clashed, and Luojia slowly raised a hand, pointing at the dim golden scepter.

【Walk……】

Angertai's eyes shed tears of blood. He knew, he knew, and he began to walk towards the scepter. When he passed by the side of the original body, with a huge cry, the original body turned around, Continue to turn your back to Angeltai.

Angeltai successfully held the scepter.

【Walk……】

The primarch gasped,

【Go...go...find God. 】

Angeltai felt that blood and tears had covered his entire face.

"How can I help you, Father?"

he asked sadly, in pieces,

[Go...fast...]

Angeltai gritted his teeth, no...he thought, no...he couldn't help the original body. The first time he saw Luojia's back, Angeltai realized that the original body was far more powerful than he imagined. It's even worse.

But the only thing he can do now is to obey Luojia's orders.

Angeltai felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, but the voice of the original body telling him to go was getting weaker and weaker, and he was almost running out of time...

Luo Jia listened to Angeltai's messy footsteps disappearing away. After an unknown amount of time, the fire around him gradually extinguished.

Now, what Luojia faced was complete darkness.

Wuwuwuwuwu no more!